Chapter three hundred and thirty seventh awkward meeting
On the dirty wooden bed, Nyus Andrelade counted the stains on the ceiling, his eyes distracted.
Two months ago, he was a successful young surgeon, and he and his fiancée were about to get married.
He originally thought that after escaping that bloody and sinful family, he could disappear and stop being promoted. While the "cold-blooded one" had not completely worn off his feelings, he could just sink into the ordinary.
But things went against his expectations. Perhaps it was his intuition as a "demon", or perhaps the Creator wanted to watch him struggle for fun. Two months ago, by chance, he discovered that a terrifying existence was approaching Backlund.
Close to the city where he lives.
In order not to involve his fiancée, he ran away again, gave up his glamorous identity, and took desperate risks to obtain the illusory card of blasphemy for the sake of his own life and future.
"Damn it, I've broken away from the Blood Worship Cult, I've broken away from Andrelade, and I've even converted to the Goddess of the Night..." Neus's blurred vision gradually became real, and he barely supported his torso with his limbs and lifted himself from the wooden board.
Climbed up in bed.
He couldn't spend too long resting. Those "demons" who came out of nowhere were still searching for members of the demon family. If he hadn't given up his identity in advance and relied on ritual magic to confuse the "serial" who was hunting him.
"Killer", he may have become another characteristic recycled by the other party.
But despite this, the "serial killer" also left him with scars that were almost impossible to heal. A wound extending from his right collarbone to the left side of his abdomen, almost across his entire chest, was a hideous black and red color, with a curse attached to it.
The wound made by the dagger requires special ritual purification, and for Neus, the only chance of treatment now is for him to voluntarily surrender to the church.
Surrender to the church... The pale-faced News said "ha", this unrealistic idea even made him laugh.
The group of "demons" with unknown backgrounds and the Rippers of the Blood Worship Cult made Backlund a troubled city. They almost provoked the three major churches, and even formed a deadly feud with the believers of the God of Steam and Machinery.
Maybe now that I go to the church and surrender, the best outcome for me is to face death with dignity and die as an ordinary wild Beyonder instead of a potential criminal... Take off the blood-stained bandage, News
He put on new gauze with his familiar hand, and reached into the package on the table with his free hand, took out several medicine bottles, mixed them and drank them.
He was very glad that the medicine man was present at the extraordinary gathering that was relatively safe recently. Although it was better than nothing, it could at least help him delay the infestation of the curse.
His slender pale fingers crushed the mouth of the analgesic bottle, and the dose that was enough to paralyze an adult male was taken in one gulp. News recalled the clues he had investigated in the past two days, and an unfamiliar face emerged in his mind.
A black hair hangs down around her waist. The woman's pretty face is slightly heroic with a sneer, and her brown eyes don't have much warmth.
Emma North, the "Apostle of Desire" in Sequence 5, has abilities that are more inclined to curses and flexible attacks similar to "Witch" compared to her peers who are good at frontal combat... News recalled that day.
A gang member dug out the information in his mind, and his slender eyebrows came together.
She should be Jason Belial's partner in Backlund, and she is also the Blood Worship Cult's consistent method of preventing the identity of the person in charge from being exposed.
But why is she actually hunting fellow members of the demon family?
News covered his thin and injured body with heavy clothes, and stretched out his hand to the cloth bag again. His frown kept beating with his clenched right hand, and his thin lips that lacked color were pressed together tightly, as if the entire facial muscles were exhausted.
Twitching with simple movements of the right hand.
A short staff with a golden theme was taken out from the cloth bag, and the part of the originally pale palm that came into contact with the staff turned red.
Ha, this short staff's repelling power against negative pathways is far more serious than what the woman described... Gradually getting used to the burning pain, Neus calmed down, put the short staff on the outside of his coat pocket, and...
Place it where it is easiest to take out.
But this also means that I won't have the ability to fight back against them... Thinking of this, News lit a fire on the wooden bed, didn't look back, and walked out of the room with a normal expression.
Although his physical condition was in urgent need of rest, he had to take action whether it was for the safety of his life or the already slim future.
...
"The member of the Heart of Machinery we are assigned to cooperate with is named Carlson. There is another person with a similar name named Carl. Don't get confused." Dunn, dressed as Louis Yinwensi, walked in front, looking back and nodding from time to time.
Klein follows the walking stick.
The called informants were randomly assigned to different groups to be responsible for supporting work.
Unfortunately, the team that Klein and Dunn are about to assist happens to be the joint operation team between the Church of the Night and the Heart of Machinery. It is also the most important team for the joint operation, and is jointly headed by the captain of the Red Gloves and Captain Yin Kangse.
Dunn, who was in the front position, saw a familiar red color. He originally introduced the members of the Heart of Machinery but changed the topic and hinted slightly:
"You should know that the Red Gloves of the Church of the Night are elite players selected from Nighthawks from all over the world, right?"
Recalling Lord Amani's power, Klein nodded in disbelief.
When I was still in Tingen, I had fantasized about when I could reach the level of Mr. Amani, but after understanding that Red Gloves needed to travel all over the country and even go to sea, I basically gave up this idea...
It turned out that Klein, who had a brother and sister to take care of, curled his lips imperceptibly.
After all, when he was still working on Earth, he often had to work hard. Now if he had a choice, he would definitely want to stay in the office.
Sorry, I'm allergic to overseas assignments... Thinking of this, Klein responded in a pretentious manner:
"I don't know much about the details."
I don't know much... Dunn's eyelids twitched, and he saw that Sherlock Moriarty, who had a calm face, didn't seem to understand his hint. He was biting his lower lip anxiously. Just when he was about to continue to remind him, he caught a glimpse of a
A young man with messy black hair, good temperament and good looks walked out of the cordon.
The footsteps behind him paused abnormally. He looked at the young man who turned his head slightly as if he was listening to something. Then his eyes lit up and he walked quickly towards him. Dunn turned around silently and touched his glasses in embarrassment.
Detective Moriarty raised the corners of his mouth slightly.
Look, even though he is very talented at disguise, he is still too young.
This is Leonard!
Klein looked at the young man who was gradually approaching him in disbelief. He tried his best to suppress the shock in his eyes, glanced at Louis Yinwensi who was smiling at the corner of his mouth, and unconsciously took a step back with his left foot.
The outstanding team members selected from the local area... looked at each other with a smile that seemed unintentional, but seemed to contain thousands of hints, and Klein's mind shook uncontrollably.
Does he know my original identity?
In fact, I have been exposed, so he took the initiative to seek my cooperation and recommended me to the Heart of Machinery. The goddess who has a close relationship with the "Secret" told the news that I was still alive to a special nighthawk like Louis Yinwensi?
One question after another hit Klein's brain hard, and his lips opened slightly, as if he would take the initiative to reveal his identity at the next moment...
What a fart!
Is Leonard a good player?
When did he join the Red Gloves?
The question of whether his identity was exposed actually only bothered Klein for a second. What really made him panic was Leonard's sudden appearance.
It's like you once had a bad friend who was just doing nothing. After hiding your name for many years, you suddenly find that this bad friend has become a key police officer who came to investigate you, and he is also a model model!
Dunn took in all Klein's micro-expressions and lamented the immaturity of the young man. At the same time, he also ignored the sigh when he accidentally saw Leonard who happened to deliver documents next to Yin Kangse for the first time.
However, red gloves are more dangerous than ordinary nighthawks, and the probability of losing control and encountering high-sequences is also higher... After a brief moment of happiness, Dunn habitually began to care about the safety of his subordinates, disguised in dark red His eyes passed over Leonard who was standing in front of him and Klein, and gradually stopped.
His vision became uncontrollably blurred.
"Are they the informants from the Heart of Machinery?"
A familiar female voice came from behind Leonard. She was not wearing blue blush and eye shadow as usual. She looked much younger. She no longer looked enchanting. Instead, she was as pretty and calm as a normal lady in her twenties. The indifferent Dai Li walked over with her thin eyebrows raised.
She did not wear an elegant black robe as usual, but abnormally wore a formal suit.
Dunn Smith Thinks Can't.
Looking at the three men standing in the corridor, looking at each other with strange expressions, Dai Li first looked at Klein, who was pretending to be a temperament and looked like the captain, for a second, and then looked decisively at Leonard, turning his head. Doubtfully said:
"Why do you look like you've seen an adult newspaper? What's your expression?"
Leonard, who was mentioned about the dark history, suddenly broke away from the weirdness, the guard in his eyes dropped, and he forced a smile and said:
"It's nothing, it's just that these two are famous detectives in Backlund, and I didn't know that they are also extraordinary people."
He stared at the ground, fearing that Ms. Dai Li would notice something was wrong with him.
"This is not an uncommon thing." Taking a deep look at Leonard, Dai Li did not delve into his abnormality, but turned to face Dunn and Klein with the same caution.
"Good afternoon, oh no, maybe it should be night now." The twinkling green eyes blinked mischievously, and the two men who looked at them turned red at the same time. But why they turned red, maybe only you know. .
Dai Li pointed to the cordon behind her, "It's halftime now. If Sost and Yin Kangse knew that you came so early, they would be very excited."
"To be honest, there are so many targets for channeling and dream confirmation that we can't filter them all quickly."
She glanced at the two people who were tense, and her green eyes were so piercing that Dunn and Klein didn't dare to look at each other.
"What's the path for you two?"
He coughed lightly and glanced at Leonard with some guilt. He looked confused. Klein, who was the first to step out of Ms. Daly's influence, answered calmly:
"I am a 'divineer', a Sequence Eight."
Although he had already exposed his abilities in front of Louis Yin Wensi before, these can all be attributed to the "substitute", a sealed object.
Dai Li nodded thoughtfully, then looked at Dunn, who was avoiding her gaze, paying attention to the details of his stance and clothing, and comparing his length with his hands.
"What about this gentleman?"
"Louis Yinwensi, like many of you, I am a 'dream devil'."
Dunn took a deep breath and smiled reluctantly.
But the calmness he thought he had didn't produce a good effect. Dai Li's frivolous smile suddenly became weird, and his eyes kept wandering between Klein and Dunn, as if he was confirming something, until Klein, the 'clown', wanted to Unable to hold back his expression, he turned to look at Leonard.
"Have you known these two before?"
Being stung by the sharpness in Daly's eyes, Leonard had no time to listen to the old man's advice and suddenly straightened his head as if listening.
"No!"
After shouting, Leonard's face turned red when he realized that he had overreacted.
"Okay..." Dai Li squinted her eyes and scratched Leonard's drifting green face, and returned to a polite smile, "It seems that both men will be very popular types. I think we can go get some work done now."
She clapped her hands and said, "Maybe I can have a little more rest today."
After saying that, she took the lead to walk back to the direction of the warning coil, followed closely by Leonard, lowering his head like a little boy who made a mistake, but his movements were quite weird, and he would lean his ears to one side from time to time, as if listening to something. thing.
Dunn looked at each other and read different emotions in each other's eyes. Klein had many thoughts and had to take steps.
Before she had even taken two steps, Dai Li, who was walking at the front, suddenly stopped. The figure-hugging women's formal dress outlined her graceful figure as she turned.
Dai Li, who had a mysterious smile, looked into the dark red eyes of Louis Yinwensi, who looked nothing like Dunn, and the corners of her mouth turned upward.
"Actually, I'm not a dream demon. I'm a psychic, Dai Li. Let's get to know each other."
...
The unchanged gray fog surged slowly, and counting the "waves" that would rise after more than a few seconds had become Emlyn's only way to pass the time.
He folded his legs and sat on the foggy nothingness, next to the terrifying "hound" that made him uneasy at first.
After a short period of getting along with each other, as a natural "animal trainer", he discovered that these strange-looking and overly powerful "hounds" were similar to ordinary large dogs. They had a docile personality and... were silly. .
Emlyn glanced at the "Hound" who was still squatting beside him, wagging his tail at the bronze door, his blood-red eyes filled with mixed emotions.
Although after several judgments, he did not find the majesty and weirdness of a demigod in this "hound" - the strange appearance did not count - but he still did not dare to really regard these "hounds" as Ordinary dog treats.
"The Mother Goddess is above... No, the ancestor is above..." After praying to the "God of Mysteries" for the hundredth time and failing, he turned to his own faith, hoping that he could have
A miracle happened and brought him out of this ungrateful place.
You have to be quick, mom doesn't know how to take care of my treasure.
Thinking of this, Emlyn prayed even more devoutly.
