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Chapter 142: Meet the old friend again

In the empty prayer hall of St. Samuel's Church, Klein felt anxious and wanted to be wary of the Nighthawks who might appear from other corners. He tried his best to control his expression, and finally made up a reasonable reason with a calm face.

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"That is to say, the poor child himself told you that he has been dreaming of horrific visions recently, and there are several terrifying ghosts chasing him in his dreams..." Although this reason does not sound very good.

It was not persuasive, but after careful consideration, Bishop Elektra accepted this statement and put down his hand.

"please wait for a moment."

Without explaining too much, the bishop, who was about forty years old, briefly left the prayer hall, and under the gaze of the two men, walked towards the corridor leading to the underground.

Although extremely anxious, under the temple of the goddess, even though he was left aside, Neville Auceptin no longer showed the nervousness that was close to collapse before, but instead the eyebrows and eyes that had been tangled together relaxed a lot.

, the emotional flames in his eyes were only left with faint sparks.

Sure enough, in a church where demigods sit, the influence of the goddess's authority is even more obvious... Feeling the ubiquitous spiritual aura, Klein cautiously looked at the holy emblem hanging above the prayer hall.

Even without turning on his spiritual vision, the "Joker's" spiritual intuition can clearly allow him to feel the peace emanating from the Crimson Moon.

Suddenly, his inspiration fluctuated, and his eyes hurriedly retracted, looking towards the entrance of the corridor where Bishop Electra left just now.

Under the dim light, this bishop with deep blue eyes and kind facial features walked slowly alongside a lady. His originally outstanding temperament was eclipsed by the contrast of this lady.

"I can feel that you have been affected by bad luck for a long time."

The two church members who were dressed in the same color just stood up. The lady who was simply wearing a windbreaker and blue makeup gave her a bit of enchanting beauty. She smiled and made a somewhat frivolous comment.

The traces of exhaustion on Will Asceptin's face.

The corners of her mouth smiled politely but lacked warmth. Her green eyes, which seemed to be sparkling with energy, glanced subconsciously and met the dull gaze of another man next to the unfortunate gentleman. She suddenly became distracted.

Ms. Daly... Klein, who still looked like Sherlock Moriarty, had cold sweat all over his back, and an indescribable feeling lingered in his throat.

If it were normal, he would be nervous when meeting Mr. Al Hassan or Ms. Loretta, who he had briefly spent time with, but he would be even more grateful that the existence of the human skin mask would prevent him from being easily recognized.

But in front of Ms. Daly, this is another story - the prototype of Sherlock Moriarty's disguise is based on the captain!

Klein, who relied solely on his "Joker" ability to avoid appearing strange, controlled the muscles on his face appropriately, showing a trace of confusion.

He could feel that Ms. Dai Li's eyes were still lingering on his face, obviously attracted by those overly familiar marks.

"Miss?"

Fortunately, Bishop Elektra, who was standing aside, sensed something was wrong and gently touched the corner of Daley's clothes to bring her back from her dream.

"I'm sorry, you look a bit like a friend of mine. I thought he changed his job to become a detective..."

Dai Li quickly realized her rudeness and did not use "Dai Li style" when speaking, but only explained briefly.

"So, you are Mr. Auceptin. Your son was cursed by the devil, which brought bad luck to you and your family, and even attracted the attention of some lawless people, right?"

In order to divert attention, Dai Li looked at Neville Auceptin and spoke quickly, repeating the information she had just learned.

"Yes ma'am, I think I may indeed have encountered some vicious curse. Thanks to Mr. Moriarty's advice, I was able to discover this problem and come to the church for help."

While speaking, Neville Auceptin did not forget to glance at Klein, who had a serious face, and gauged his reaction.

No matter what he thinks in his heart, he needs to pretend to be in front of this gentleman that he urgently needs help from the church, so that the other party can devote himself wholeheartedly to protecting his own safety.

Of course, he doesn't think it's a bad thing for the church to get involved in this muddy water. If a bishop with an official background can accompany him for a period of time, his safety may be better protected.

Are there still those lunatics who dare to trample on the majesty of the church?

"Really? It seems that under the advice of Mr. Moriarty, you made a wise choice."

Dai Li intentionally or unintentionally glanced at Klein who was installing the sculpture on the side, and used his eyes to hint to Bishop Electra that he should come out of the discussion with the Nighthawks just now and make the decision.

"Considering that you are asking for help as a goddess believer, we, as goddesses, should lend a helping hand to you in this world."

"In order to confirm whether there is really a devil trying to poison you, Ms. Daly Simone will personally confirm the safety of your son, so can you provide us with some more conveniences?"

As soon as he heard the other party mentioning his youngest son, Neville Asceptin's original excitement about getting another layer of security disappeared in an instant. However, due to the church's attitude, he nodded slowly after struggling for many times.

, which can be regarded as agreeing to this proposal.

"Of course there is no problem. I am very willing to let this Ms. Dai Li help my son escape the torture of the devil."

"Then please wait a moment. I need to prepare some small items to dispel the curse. After all, I can't show up in the hospital like this." Dai Li smiled, and her green eyes returned to their usual playful state.

She walked back to the corridor behind her, and Bishop Elektra, who had originally planned to have a conversation with the two Nevilles, had to follow her, with a faint look of worry in her eyes.

In the dark corridor, the bishop, who was no longer young, caught up with the "Necromancer" who had been promoted so quickly that he was also called a "genius".

"Daly, are you sure you want to take charge of this mission?"

Originally, she was assigned to take charge of this seemingly harmless task because of the impact that the Lanrewus case had on her some time ago.

"Of course, I have already ignored those two gentlemen, so there is no reason not to show up in person." Suddenly, the lady dressed in dark clothes turned around, still smiling lightly.

Although I had already prepared a rough draft, when I heard Dai Li's answer, it didn't involve much of the extraordinary Bishop Elektra's mouth. In the end, I couldn't say anything and could only watch the other party go deeper.

rest room.

For bishops like them who are not on the front line, in many cases they cannot give the same high-sounding advice to their colleagues in the darkness as they do when preaching.

Under the watchful eye of Bishop Elektra, Dai Li turned and entered her rest room, locked the door habitually, and swiftly began to take off all the black clothes on her body, and put on the policeman's clothes that she had barely worn a few times.

uniform.

Dim lights were cast from the top of her head, and the hanging shadows combined with the faint blue eye shadow made her gloomy expression even more terrifying.

Everyone knows recently that Daly Simone was hysterical because she failed to execute the murderer of Tingen's squad leader with her own hands.

But they don't know. Yes, the reason why Dai Li is really angry is because she accidentally discovered that a mysterious man with nightmare ability appeared during that operation, a wild Beyonder who spontaneously helped the Nighthawks to encircle and suppress that beast. But

However, she passed by her colleague because she was worried that she might be in danger due to emotional problems during the mission. This was the real reason for her anger.

After knowing the news, her inspiration fluctuated inexplicably. At the same time, there was always a voice in her heart saying that maybe it was Dunn. He survived. Although his condition may be special, he survived after all.

Just like a drowning man grabbing a life-saving raft, this idea has deeply occupied Daley's mind since it appeared, making her eager to find the identity of the mysterious man.

And today, just now, she actually felt a sense of familiarity in that Detective Moriarty, and at the same time, her own spirituality was also resonating with that gentleman, or something about him.

Could he be Dunn in disguise?

The door to the rest room was gently pushed open. Dai Li's eyes were slightly dazed, but soon she returned to normal. She stepped on the standard leather boots of the black and white police uniform and walked firmly towards the direction of the prayer hall.

Although there are no answers to the questions in her mind, due to her mission as a Nighthawk, Dai Li must also devote herself to possible extraordinary cases.

Regardless of whether he is Dunn or not, my inspiration will not be stirred for no reason. Maybe the reason why Mr. Moriarty really touched me is because he has a "Gravedigger" sealed item on his body.

Woolen cloth!

............

Boom!

Thick clouds were densely covered in the low altitude, hovering over Bayam like mountains. Tracy, who was walking on the street with her two "subordinates", felt something in her heart and looked towards the source of the thunder.

In the direction of the mountain island, a group of clouds wrapped with majestic power, with thunderous and flashing cumulus clouds constantly hovering around the island, was trying hard to squeeze another group of clouds and rain mixed with some gray-white mist, faintly gaining the upper hand.

"'Sea King' Coatman is fighting against the sea gods believed by the indigenous people?"

Although it is quite rare for maritime indigenous forces to retain some influence after Emperor Russell invented the steam engine, the Rhoside Islands is one of these rare cases.

Although the power of the so-called Poseidon is not strong, and he is at most a demigod with certain strength, but for some unknown reason, the Church of Storms has never been able to eliminate this force at sea. After every vigorous rectification, it reappeared.

The miracle of Poseidon could soon gather another considerable force among the indigenous people.

This strange phenomenon not only became a scandal that the Church of Storms did not want to mention, but also a speculation gradually emerged during the long tug-of-war:

It’s not that the Church of Storms doesn’t have the ability to defeat the so-called Poseidon head-on, but it’s that they simply can’t find the true form of this indigenous god, as if he himself is just a shadow in history.


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