Dunn stood in an alley filled with garbage, his dark red eyes with changed features looking like the darkness around him.
In the shadow cast by the piled high trash cans, a strong body was bound by black illusory threads, layer by layer. At first glance, it seemed as if it was wrapped in a silkworm cocoon.
The "hermit monk" who was originally best at wandering in the shadows struggled to squirm, and the fear that was magnified several times wrapped around his brain. If he hadn't relied on his belief in the true Creator, he might have fainted long ago.
The seemingly contented and elegant gentleman took a few steps forward. In the view of the "hermit", there seemed to be unformed tentacles surging in the shadow behind him, connecting to his back.
Dunn raised his right hand, and the illusory thread binding the "hermit monk" loosened a little, revealing his chin.
"Are you a member of the Aurora Society?"
The originally dull reddish eyes gradually darkened, as if they had condensed into a deep pool that would spin and suck away the soul at any time.
The fear in his heart was amplified tenfold, and the "hermit monk" who was tightly bound to the wall couldn't help but tremble his lips and teeth, and his voice trembled.
"I am the Lord's slave."
Dunn, who was wearing a maroon coat, stared at the prisoner silently and then asked:
"Is Lanrevus really hiding in the dock union, or in the East District?"
After a brief silence, the "hermit monk" whose body could not stop shaking suddenly became crazy.
"Haha, ha, are you the lackey of those false gods?"
"Yes, our Lord is about to come. In front of the power of the true God, you are just moths fluttering into the fire. So what if you know it!"
In his thinking logic, since he can no longer hide it, he will directly reveal it. Anyway, the plan has been completed. This place will become a hotbed of gods. Even if the demigod Backlund comes, he will not be able to defeat that rebellious "
God’s favored one”, the Lord’s will will sweep away everything!
He took the initiative to open his heart, and his exposed ears were blackened little by little, and the murmurs from the true Creator became clearer.
Dunn, who had been controlling "Darkness", took a few steps back.
In his sight, the aura belonging to the evil god gradually became stronger. Although it was far from being able to affect reality, if nothing was done to stop it, a completely crazy and out-of-control Extraordinary person would definitely appear here.
"Lord, praise you, you are the only savior in the world." Under the baptism of baptism, the "hermit monk" who looked crazy just now seemed to have seen the holy light of heaven. His ferocious expression softened little by little, and tears flowed down his wrinkles.
He stayed, his blank eyes full of hope.
"You spread the hope of mercy and saved those souls who had not yet had time to be swallowed up by machinery and factories."
"With your infinite power, you will eventually destroy all the inequalities in this world, and you will eventually destroy those worms in Queens."
"You have set up a true beacon. Our descendants will eventually..."
"Hehehe!" The "hermit monk" who was intoxicated in the hallucination suddenly stopped talking in his sleep. His neck and face turned red, and the palms covered with black gloves mercilessly strangled his throat, and black marks gradually appeared next to it.
Bloodshot.
Dunn raised his arms high and slowly took off the acetate glasses on the bridge of his nose with his free left hand.
Whether it was an illusion or reality, the "hermit monk" saw that the "cultist" in front of him was gradually losing his youthful vigor, his face became mature, and his hairline gradually receded.
His eyes faded, deep gray replaced crimson, and the complex emotions seemed like a veil, covering the deeper soul.
Dunn looked at the strong man who was about to expire with mixed emotions. In the dark shadow behind him, there were unreal shadows lingering, some were young and some were mature, some were men and some were women.
Their appearance has never been finalized, like a diluted memory, blurry.
Click!
The dream blessed by "darkness" was broken, and the "hermit monk" with his neck intact slowly slipped from the wall, and his breathing stopped.
The black acetate glasses were still firmly on the bridge of Dunn's nose, as if they had never been taken off from the beginning.
This is the East District, and no one cares about the alleys filled with garbage. It may not be until the second, third, or fourth day that hungry scavengers discover the rotting corpses.
The gentleman in a maroon coat left the East District, and a blood-red and pitch-black gem lay quietly in his palm.
............
In the hall that has been fully decorated but has not yet hosted the first banquet, a serious and old-fashioned gentleman with an aging face paces back and forth anxiously, looking out from time to time.
Finally, Angelo, who had become the official butler, walked over in a dignified manner, with a few unclear figures behind him.
"Detective Moriarty, you are finally here." The tense expression on Miller Carter's face finally relaxed, and he sighed in an uncharacteristic manner, without any concealment.
Klein, who was still dressed in standard clothes, wearing a double-breasted coat and a hat, smiled and pointed behind him.
"Professional teams are always slower. They have more work to do."
As he said that, the living corpse possessed by Sharon stood behind him and nodded.
Miller Carter, who was in formal clothes, looked at these workers in dark blue uniforms. His eyes passed little by little, his brows furrowed slightly, and he looked at the leader, Klein, and waved slightly.
Is this a spy?
Feeling amused, Klein raised the corner of his mouth and took the initiative to move closer.
"Detective Moriarty, you know that something bad happened here before. I will deal with the following later. If they are seen, they won't tell it, right?" Miller Carter's voice was very low.
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Klein, who bent down slightly and stood next to the old gentleman, straightened up and pointed openly at the living corpses behind him.
"Don't worry, they all have some problems and can't speak."
This is 100% true, even if other "divinationists" come, they can't find it wrong!
The old gentleman who was still a little worried took a closer look at the sluggish-looking living corpses, and found that they were indeed much more rigid and dull than ordinary people. He breathed a sigh of relief, waved his hand, and told Angelo who was waiting on the side:
"Take Detective Moriarty with you and cooperate with their requests."
Angelo, who acted cautiously and always paid attention to his master's expression, bowed slightly and immediately motioned for Klein and the "engineering team" behind him to follow him.
He led them all the way to the entrance of the basement before stopping. Finally, unable to maintain the poker expression on his face, he glanced at the closed wooden door with fear and asked:
"Do you still need my help?"
Hey, I'm afraid of snakes... Klein smiled slightly.
"No."
After receiving a positive answer, the nervous Angelo couldn't help but secretly relax, nodded slightly, and directly exited the sight of Klein and others.
Sure enough, it would be much more convenient to take out the corpses of a few snakes before... He looked towards the living corpse possessed by the grinding wheel.
In the middle, an illusory and slender figure slowly floated out from the dark blue worker's uniform, and the complicated palace dress almost hung to the floor.
She glanced around to make sure no one was watching, and then looked sideways at Klein.
"Please do some divination."
Are you afraid it's not safe here?
Thinking of the strange condition of the Red Angel deep in the underground ruins, Klein recalled his previous conversation with "Mysterious".
After Klein's own speculation, Medici's death must have been "mysteriously" involved. At least the strange crystal in the heart of his body must have been the work of "mystery".
Although he was sure that he would not be in danger, considering the existence of Miss Sharon, he honestly took out the gold coins and pretended to do divination.
Even if the other party has seen his true face, or may have found his true identity from the newspaper, he must not relax and expose his biggest secret.
The gold coin fell, face up, and Klein whispered:
"Safety."
Sharon, who was suspended in the air, nodded slightly and spoke in an ethereal voice.
"Me too."
The divination result was the same as hers.
Driven by her, the living corpse carrying explosives picked up the lantern and walked into the passage leading to the underground ruins.
They are consumables anyway, they act as pioneers and are safer.
Klein followed closely behind, and from time to time he would feel the coldness brought by Miss Sharon floating beside him.
In the deep and dark underground building, Klein used the light of the lantern in the hands of the living corpses to scan around, and then he picked up the lantern in his hand. Under Sharon's gaze, he walked around the hall, carefully checking to see if he had found anything.
A secret door or mechanism.
He not only wanted to find another possible passage, but also wanted to verify whether the potion formula hidden in the house by Rafter Pound actually existed.
Unfortunately, there was nothing on the surrounding walls except the marks of knife and ax attacks. Klein walked back to the entrance and shrugged slightly.
"Everything is normal. I haven't seen the formula or other channels that Rafter Pound mentioned."
Sharon, whose figure was illusive and hazy, did not make any expression, her expression remained indifferent, and the living corpses standing on the spot began to move one by one.
They were no longer in a daze, and walked towards every corner with clear goals, placing explosives in different locations.
Exactly two pounds were used up.
"Very professional." Klein, who was watching on the sidelines, sighed in a low voice. It was reasonable that he was not catered to by the living corpses.
His left hand subconsciously touched the inside of his coat, until he touched a cold spot, and then nodded.
This time he deliberately used his spirituality and the used-up cigarette box to block the negative effects of Azik's copper whistle, otherwise the scene would have been very lively.
He might not only be catered to, he might even get a hug, which would make the living corpse talk excitedly.
Sharon, who was suspended in mid-air, slowly descended until she was slightly taller than Klein, with her skirt floating in the air. Then she turned her head, her blue eyes pure and bright.
Klein, who was standing there, didn't react for a moment. When he heard a sizzling sound from the side, his expression gradually became horrified.
Is this on point?
He was startled and ran back in a slight panic, followed by several waiting zombies.
Sharon, whose body was translucent, floated behind him, with a cold wind blowing around her body. Her eyes stayed on the running detective's vest, and she was speechless all the way.