Half a city away, the Jowood District is very noisy at night. In addition to the middle-aged men and women who greet each other at the door after get off work, the sound of several happy parties can also be vaguely heard on the street.
Shuiwen Road is still calm and peaceful. The middle-aged couple on the 23rd finished their day's work and returned home with their two chirping children, preparing for a warm dinner.
The chaos in the East District in the distance didn't seem to affect this place at all, and everything seemed normal.
Except for the manhole cover that was lifted behind their neighbor's garden.
In the shadow of this lightless house, the heavy manhole cover facing the street was slowly removed, revealing the empty black hole below.
The first person to jump out was a young man who called himself Green. Although he had just walked through a smelly sewer, his black suit was neatly dressed, as if he had just returned from a walk.
The complete opposite of him is his temporary teammate today.
Yager, whose windbreaker was soaked in blood and holding the tentacled creature with teeth and claws in one hand, followed and climbed ashore.
Because it was only held down by one hand, "Lunze"'s extended black and red tentacles even had space to pull on the ground twice, profoundly interpreting what it means to crawl in the dark.
The combination of the two looks like a ghost in a horror movie and an evil intermediary who introduces business to the ghost.
After kicking the manhole cover back, Yager nodded perfunctorily to Green: "Thank you very much for your help today."
Although he was indeed grateful to Green for keeping him out of trouble, this good neighbor who appeared out of nowhere definitely had other agendas.
Especially when he was recognized with only one eye exposed.
After arriving at your destination, it’s time to start negotiating the price.
"Do you want to talk?" He invited, and at the same time pinched the tentacles that secretly extended towards Green.
"Of course." Green said with a smile.
In the dark of night, Yager quietly took him into his house.
Although he had to go home quietly and embarrassed, there was nothing he could do. Now that he was seen, passers-by screamed and called the police every minute.
"Snapped."
The light above the head flickered a few times and then came on.
"Please sit down." Yager pointed to the wooden chair next to the dining table.
The house he rented was not very big and had a common Loen-style layout. On the right side of the door was the staircase leading to the second floor, in the middle was the dining table and kitchen, and on the far left was the reception room.
In the reception room there is an expensive fabric sofa said to have been left by Mrs. Summer's relatives.
Then why not sit on the sofa?
Tsk! What a waste! How much does it cost him to wash a body covered in blood while sitting on the sofa?!
So he took Green to sit at the dining table without hesitation, and stepped hard on the moving tentacle creature with his left leg to ensure that it would not run around and destroy the house.
"So, dear Mr. Green, I believe it's not a coincidence that you traveled thousands of miles to meet me in the East District, right?" After sitting down, Yager's only exposed left eye turned to the opposite side, even the eyelashes were stained with traces of blood.
Mo, "What is your purpose?"
The corners of Green's lips curled up: "It's too unfamiliar to say so."
"Of course I came here with all my sincerity in making friends with you. How can I call it a 'purpose'?"
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Do you want to be the Riddler too?
Ah.
"That's great," Yager rolled his eyes slightly and answered with a smile, "I'm so lucky to have such a good friend like you."
"I believe that a great person like you won't care about my small reward here."
"There is nothing I can do in return, I can only give you some unimportant gifts... What do you think of my black bread?"
He forced Green directly and saved the other party from making detours.
After all, Yager still has a victim under his feet, and there is still research and treatment to be done, so he doesn't want to spend time negotiating with the other party.
Moreover, he really didn't want to pay him much.
Anyway, from the perspective of spiritual vision, Green is probably at Sequence 3. If he has bad intentions, he can't be defeated...
Is it okay to have sex for free?
On the opposite side, Green, who didn't know if he sensed his malice, kept his smile unchanged. He raised his hand to adjust the gold-rimmed glasses on his face, and fiddled with the temples twice, as if he wanted to make the left frame disappear.
"This is no longer necessary. Taking my neighbors out of trouble is the kind act I should do."
"Please consider the encounter just now as a little gift from me. In fact, I hope to cooperate with you today." Green naturally changed the subject, leaned forward, and crossed his hands on the table.
Black eyes met Yager's.
"I have always liked a saying: When the sequence is determined, your friends and enemies are also determined."
"I believe we will be very good friends."
During the conversation, he exerted force on his hand and actually took off the glasses on his left side.
The young man wearing a monocle looked at Yager with a smile.
If any angel from this world were here, their spines would run cold and their faces would change dramatically.
Unfortunately, Yager, who was not very experienced in the world, just tilted his head in confusion and ignored him.
Does this action have any profound meaning?
He didn't care.
On the opposite side, Green, who can now also be called a certain Amon, saw his eyes gradually darken...
There are only a handful of angels in this world, and it's clear which force they belong to. How could such a reckless one suddenly appear in Backlund?
Oh well, there is more than one. I heard that there was a high-sequencer who was related to tarot cards.
But their combat prowess should not be as impressive as the blood-clothed young man in front of them.
Green speculated enthusiastically.
Is it a body that is about to receive a divine sacrifice? An external god or a true god?
He did not speculate on the ontology, but this was not a problem of his analysis. Yager's characteristics made him very different from the starry sky creatures.
For example, although it is very weak, the other party is obviously human.
This is also related to the fact that he is a disciple. Perhaps a disciple with more knowledge will have different observation results...
Yager frowned: "What direction can we cooperate in?"
As a man of extraordinary knowledge, he wisely did not choose to ask the other party to reveal the sequence of related "enemies and friends".
"Many, such as our common enemy, the church, and..."
Green looked at the tentacles on the ground with a smile.
"What do you think I can help you find a way to restore it?"
"Oh? You can do it?" Yager showed some interest.
Since his skills were not focused on research, he was really worried about how to save Lunze.
But we have to save it, after all, it was caused by ourselves...
My non-existent conscience is aching.
"I have a lot of confidence. As long as you give me the items that caused his current condition, I can restore him."
The abacus beads jumped on my face.
Yager rolled his eyes secretly.
The syringe is related to his own origin. If he hands it over to the other party, his true identity will be easily exposed.
But it's not impossible.
"No problem." The young man in blood gave an answer that surprised Green.
Green was stunned for a moment, then his smile grew stronger: "Then please..."
"But we have to sign a contract."
"You are so confident, you won't care if I use some means of assurance."
At the dining table covered with a red and white checkered tablecloth, two "people" who looked like they were not good people looked directly at each other.
Green's smile froze for a moment.
No wonder they are willing to agree to this plan...
"Can."
However, as a Mongolian, he is also very confident that he can escape the shackles of the contract.
"I am willing to sign."
This chapter has been completed!