There are almost no people on the streets at night.
The passers-by I occasionally encounter are generally not out to enjoy the snow at night, and are usually walking on their way home.
For ordinary people, security at night in this era basically depends on luck. Although you will not get into trouble as soon as you go out, it is still different from that during the day.
night.
It is a time that symbolizes uncertainty and danger.
Walking in such a snowy night, Ronald and Patricia were not so anxious.
Rather than public security issues, they were worried about the cult sorcerers in Berenwich.
For the official force to respond so seriously, everything must be undercurrent in the silent darkness of this city tonight.
We can only hope that the Burrenwich investigators can handle this matter smoothly.
Stepping on the snow that began to accumulate, the two of them gradually moved away.
It wasn't until she was two blocks away from Linzhong Road and saw that no one was safe around that Patricia spoke first:
"Ronald."
"You should have taken the original book from the train station last time, right?"
"That's right."
Ronald nodded generously, with no intention of hiding anything from the girl:
"I recovered the original book as soon as possible that day. Later, people from the Investigation Bureau came over and seemed to treat the matter as part of an attack by a cult warlock. They did not suspect us."
Having said that, the person Ronald should be most grateful to actually preserve this original book is Patricia.
When entering the registration office in Burrenwich, whenever the girl mentions the word "original" to any extent, the Bureau of Investigation's attention to the train station incident will be completely different.
In that case.
It would be difficult for him to keep the original text as nonchalantly as he does now.
Hearing Ronald's frank answer, Patricia nodded as usual, and then continued to speak:
"So, what do you plan to do with this original book in the future?"
"..."
Ronald did not answer immediately.
Facing his companions who had experienced danger together with him, he thought seriously for a few seconds, and then said in a serious tone:
"Yuandian's ability is very powerful, and the impact caused by going berserk is even more dangerous. So at present, I don't want these precious things to fall into the hands of some strange people. More importantly, I want to protect them."
To be honest, because of the influence of his "lifetime" work before time travel, Ronald has a great fondness for these original texts that affect the history of human society and even the development of civilization.
This kind of favorable impression is not the admiration of power of "This turret is large enough, so I like it very much!", but the feeling of "This postmodern abstract oil painting is great, but it's a pity that most people can't appreciate it."
What's more, if these original texts are not cracked, they will almost 100% bring danger to people.
Montenegro, where all life has been wiped out, is affected by the chaos of time and space at the train station.
Ronald still can't forget it now.
Walking beside Ronald, Patricia laughed because of this novel answer.
"The original code..."
"Protect?"
This was the first time she met someone who had such views on the original text.
In this world, it is almost common sense that the members of the mysterious side desire the original text, and the purpose is basically to strengthen the school or make profits.
She became more interested in the person in front of her:
"Ronald, tell me about your school of thought?"
"What kind of organization is the Copenhagen School?"
"..."
"The Copenhagen School..."
Ronald's eyes were a little weak, and he couldn't help but reach out and scratch his hair.
Bite the bullet, he still came up with the argument he had planned to use long ago to deal with the Bureau of Investigation:
"Although it is inseparable from the original scriptures, my school is basically not just for gaining power..."
"..."
Suddenly, Ronald interrupted himself.
He fell silent and stared at the streets heading west without saying a word. The lights paved the roads that spread to the distance in the snowy night, and there seemed to be something noteworthy in the bright yellow depths in the distance.
Seeing this scene, Patricia subconsciously squeezed the umbrella in her hand.
Controlling the sound to a level that only each other could hear, the girl asked:
"Ronald, did you find anything?"
Ronald nodded with a low expression:
"There's a problem over there."
"You know what I'm capable of. There seems to be some betrayal over there."
Actually just now.
The sin of 'betrayal' in "The Divine Comedy - Inferno" was captured by the original canon.
According to Ronald's experience, it is difficult for ordinary people's behavior to trigger the level required to activate the original code.
The previous activation of the three abilities basically required a very intense emotional fluctuation on the part of the mysterious person, and only then would "The Divine Comedy" respond.
Then the result is very simple.
On the west side of this street, is there a mysterious person betraying others?
Thinking about the investigation bureau's actions tonight, it is really impossible to ignore the implications of this behavior.
"..."
Patricia also fell silent.
Everyone is not a fool. If you notice this kind of thing at this time, the result will be too obvious.
Ronald did not remain silent for too long. In less than a minute, after confirming that no one dressed like an investigator appeared on the street, he quietly called out the original code from his cuffs.
Immediately, an imperceptible singing voice slowly read out:
"Its name is Styx,
The black water flows down to the foot of the dark and steep cliff.
I stopped and stared attentively,
Seeing the swamp full of people, covered with mud,
They were all naked, as if they were still angry..."
The dark night has become the best cover for Divine Comedy's ability.
In addition to the black mist hidden under the coat, more darkness began to spread where the street lights could not reach. Dark clouds in the sky obscured the stars and the moon. Today's night was far darker than usual.
Immediately, Ronald walked towards the west side of the street.
The dark mist lurking around him surged forward around him like the attendants guarding the king.
However, in order to prevent ordinary people from accidentally discovering the existence of the black mist, Ronald carefully paid attention to the amount of black mist, at least not letting them escape his attention.
Immediately, Ronald said to the girl beside him:
"I'll go over and take a look, Patricia, you..."
He stopped talking.
In the dark snowy night, Ronald's progress did not cause snowflakes to fall on his head.
Almost at the same time, Patricia came over holding an umbrella.
What is even more eye-catching is that the girl is holding the black umbrella with one hand, and with the other hand, she is grabbing the bottom of the umbrella and pulling it down hard.
Zheng——
With the low sound of the sword blade, a medium-length thin sword was drawn out.
Patricia held the metal sharp edge and smiled at Ronald as if nothing had happened: