Chapter 448: The Emotional Germination in the Script
Before the investigation team nominally led by Leonard had time to dispatch again, the plan was interrupted by the order brought back by the Red Glove Team.
Leonard, who had not found out the true identities of the two detectives, originally planned to argue, but when he heard that "ordering all informants to withdraw from the investigation immediately" was an order personally issued by His Excellency Saint Anthony, he inevitably stopped.
"So that's it. The elite of the church discovered the demigod-level 'ancient demon' underground. Regardless of the considerations, I'm sorry that our cooperation is over."
Looking at Leonard, whose head was slightly lowered and his eyes were not focused on where he was, the two detectives gave completely different reactions.
Contrary to Klein, who only frowned slightly and had doubts in his eyes, Dunn rarely showed his emotional ups and downs. His disguised dark red eyes stared at Leonard's messy black hair and tight lips.
He sucked in a hissing breath, but couldn't hold it back after all.
"Did that red glove encounter a demigod-level 'demon' head-on?"
He ignored the strange look from Klein, and just stared at Leonard, whose thinking was disturbed by complicated emotions, praying, and waiting for the answer he expected.
"Yes," Leonard's messy black hair shook, "We have already had two guards of the night return to the goddess' kingdom."
He took a deep breath and lowered the collar that he had previously raised to imitate the "Goddess Sword".
"What happens next will be very complicated. In short, you should leave here as soon as possible, but don't leave Backlund. The church may conduct an additional investigation on all informants after this is over."
After he gave the half-truth and half-false explanation, he glanced deeply at Klein and Dunn, stepped out of the room, and gradually walked away as if running away.
Returning to the quiet room again, Klein's perspective with a hint of worry fleetingly disappeared. He looked at Dunn, who was still immersed in the afterglow of his emotions just now, and raised his eyebrows imperceptibly.
He had previously suspected that Louis Yin Wensi was a special person trained by the church, but judging from his reaction just now, it seemed that this was not the case.
Louis Yinwensi seemed to be relieved when he heard the news that the two deceased people were the path of "Dark Night"?
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Outside the Silveras Stadium, Klein stood in the corner away from the outer wall of the police station. The orange-red color hidden behind the yellow haze had slipped to the horizon, and was about to fall.
He took out the letter handed to him by Yin En from his pocket and read it quickly.
His eyes passed over the unobtrusive floral letters, and Klein seemed to have glimpsed the owner of the letter through the handwriting, and glimpsed the equally "temperate" Miss Sharon.
Miss Sharon also discovered traces of the "devil" and specifically mentioned the abyss...Seeing that his worries were confirmed, Klein was inevitably entangled.
Sharon specially marked the meeting place and time in code at the bottom of the letter. For Klein, who had just become alone again, this was good news.
But then he thought about it, he was still carrying a mission imposed by Prince Edsac, and he might attract the attention of the person suspected of being the mastermind of the "Ancient Demon" incident behind the prince at any time.
Klein is now like a mouse that is constantly testing in front of a rusty cheese clip and is about to starve to death. It is in a dilemma in the face of the unknown.
I have obtained a main material and all auxiliary materials for "Faceless Man". Miss Sharon's sequence is "Wraith", which has similar abilities to "Human Skin Shadow", which is also a ghost monster. Maybe she will
I have some clues about the characteristics or traces of this monster... After being promoted to Sequence Six, I can try to use the ability to change my face and the influence of the "mysterious" aura to give up the identity of Sherlock Moriarty and have a chance to escape.
The claws of the one behind Prince Edsac.
Changing his thoughts, Klein, who was gradually convinced by himself, took a deep breath quickly, and his condition gradually stabilized. Finally, he glanced at the time and address at the end of the letter, and blended in with the crowd coming and going.
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The ubiquitous mercenary carriage parked beside the street on the edge of the East District. At the side door of the carriage, an exaggerated black giant dog crouched on the shoulder of the road, with a bright red tongue on the outside constantly emitting white gas.
"Don't worry about the 'tyrant' bishop." After listening to the demon giant dog's report, Fabuti absentmindedly ran his fingers across the texture of his upper body with a smile on his lips.
Thick black mud flowed out from between her fingers, and strangely defied gravity, entangled in the center of her palm, and condensed into a ball that was constantly pulsing.
She looked at the black mud ball in her hand that was gradually covered with color and shaped like a heart - a "devil" characteristic. Her smiling eyes flashed through the shadows imperceptibly, and then quickly returned to normal.
Until now, she still doesn't understand the reason why "Secret" asked for this characteristic, and she is not willing to give the inherently insufficient characteristic to others, but...
"You have done a good job, I will keep this characteristic in you temporarily."
"The devil's promotion ceremony requires a carrier of sufficient quality to act as a medium to ignite desire in the ceremony. You should know how to do it."
The giant dog's greedy gaze was unabashedly focused on the "heart", and it just barked without having time to think.
It obediently catered to its master's movements, opened its huge mouth, and swallowed the constantly beating "heart".
Gudong.
As it separated from Fabuti's palm, the "heart" made of black mud turned back into a viscous liquid, but maintained its most basic form. Soft tentacles sprouted from the surface and penetrated into the giant dog's esophagus.
, squirming among the flesh and blood and crawling toward the giant dog's internal organs until it became one with its entire body.
Winter, winter, winter... The heartbeat of the giant dog suddenly accelerated. Inside the invisible body, strange darkness tightly wrapped its heart, and heavy drums beat one after another.
Holding back the pain from his internal organs, the ferocious demon dog had a mixture of excitement and fear on its face. He nodded frequently, and his blood-red and almost black eyes moved rapidly, constantly looking at the pedestrians passing by nearby.
"There were several alien species left behind before. You should have mastered the magic of driving ghosts, right?" Looking at the giant dog that gradually revealed its "demon" characteristics unconsciously, Fabuti suddenly mentioned it headlessly.
After saying this, he received a short bark of affirmation.
Considering the pitiful intelligence of the giant dog, Fabuti had to act somewhat deliberately.
In fact, at first she was very satisfied with this "subordinate" who was physically strong, careless, and crazy enough. However, as he continued to wander around in modern society, the great "Lord of the Abyss" gradually realized that the "Lord of the Abyss" had once made him a "subordinate" in the Second Age.
The madness that the "Devils" are proud of has turned into a weakness, and their overly flamboyant behavior has long made their debut with the appearance of the Seven Gods, and they have been swept into the history pile along with the ancient gods.
"boring......"
The carriage parked on the street started slowly. Fabuti closed his eyes again with no expression on his face. Behind the dark brown carriage, a giant dog with a majestic back rushed into the yellow mist and walked away from him.
OK.
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The pale yellow acrid smoke surrounds the towering Bell of Order. No matter how much this landmark building that symbolizes the glory of the kingdom rings the bell, it cannot dispel the pollution and poverty that follow industrialization.
When the sonorous bells once again floated on the surface of the Tasok River, Klein, who was squatting near the entrance of the subway station, silently lowered the brim of his hat, looked calmly at the surface of the suddenly rippled water, and put down the newspaper in his hand.
The virtual and solid colors distort the light refracted by the water surface, and the ripples gradually approach the solid surface, revealing a pale but delicate face.
Klein watched Miss Sharon pull her body out of the water little by little like a female ghost in an old horror movie, and suppressed the smile he wanted to raise at the corner of her mouth.
"Official Beyonders have also discovered traces of the 'devil', and the archbishops are preparing to deal with it personally."
After thinking about it, he skipped the pleasantries and chose to go straight to the topic.
"We also lost track of Jakes." Sharon's answer was equally concise.
Lost the trace of Jacks... It seems that the Rose School of Thought is just crazy, but not stupid... Klein tilted his head slightly, thoughtfully.
Now that the Blood Worship Cult and the "Ancient Demon" have attracted all the attention of Backlund officials, if the Indulgence Sect continues to pursue the remnants of the Temperance Sect with great fanfare, it will only draw the wrath of the three major churches onto themselves.
Demigods can only choose between fleeing alone and being completely destroyed.
"Maybe this is a good thing for you." Klein thought for a while and said.
Sharon shook her head slightly.
"Ordinary 'devils' don't hold back Jax."
"Jax lost track after 'The Devil' showed up."
Klein, who was standing in the shadow, couldn't help but froze for a moment, and his hole tightened.
He licked his dry lips with a stiff expression.
"You mean, Jacks, the demigod of the indulgent faction, has been given to the 'devil'..."
"Can not be sure."
Sharon still looked as calm as a doll, but Klein obviously couldn't sit still.
His expression was strange, as if he was smiling bitterly and twitching, and finally sighed slowly.
Miss Sharon wrote very clearly in her letter that the threat she foresaw was inexplicably transferred from Jacks to the rich darkness that symbolized "the devil" at a certain point in time.
"According to some information from Mohu, some official forces are also involved behind the 'Devil'," Klein looked at Sharon, who looked dull, and decided to reveal part of the information, "Well... I'm biased.
to the official power of the Kingdom’s institutions.”
He did not dare to directly disclose the identity of Prince Edsac, or even say that it was related to MI9 or even the royal family. He could only give vague directions, hoping that Miss Sharon could understand the hidden key points.
Kingdom agency... Sure enough, Sharon's unchanging face frowned slightly, and her unreal body began to fade away.
Compared to the relatively familiar Jacks, the "demon" with a more complex background is obviously more dangerous.
Even if the temperance faction itself is not his focus, for Sharon and Maric, they still have no room for trial and error, and avoiding them is the best choice at the moment.
Seeing that Miss Sharon was about to leave, Klein hurriedly took a step forward and brought up another topic.
"I've been looking for the properties of the human-skinned shadow recently. Do you have any clues?"
Sharon's figure solidified again, and her light blue eyes glanced at Klein.
"have."
There really is... Klein's eyebrows jumped, and then he continued without changing his expression:
"Where?"
After saying that, he added, "I will pay you accordingly."
Sharon's erratic figure descended a little.
"No payment required."
No reward is needed... Klein was stunned, but still kept smiling.
Sharon floated in the air without making any unnecessary movements. She turned her gaze to the entrance of the alley, her perspective empty, as if she was looking for a shadow hidden in the darkness.
"Maric encountered a group of very weird ghosts before."
"Most of them have demonic characteristics."
Klein nodded slightly and asked at the right time:
"A human-skin ghost among them?"
Sharon didn't answer, her eyes still stopped in the distance.
"It's complicated, they're targeting us."
The target is Miss Sharon... Klein nodded, his left hand holding the cane unconsciously tightening a little tighter.
Rather than saying that the targets of those weird spirits are Miss Sharon and the others, it is better to say that "devils" and alien species are naturally adjacent pathways. They do not distinguish between "indulgence" and "temperance", but simply proceed from their own pathways. Instinctive hostility.
This is very close to what "Secret" said to Russell - when you choose your own path, your enemies and allies will gradually become clear.
The calm curve of the corners of Klein's mouth was raised again, and it was no longer as tight as before.
"No problem, it seems we have another chance to cooperate."
Sharon, who was floating in the air and close to the ground, still had the same dull look. Her light blue eyes turned to stare at Klein for a few seconds, and then the figure suddenly disappeared.
Klein was the only one left in the dark alley again, but after several cooperations with Sharon, he knew that this was just Miss "Wraith"'s unique default method.
Maybe this is also a tacit understanding... Klein sneered, lowered the brim of his hat out of habit, and slowly walked out of the alley.
The light falling from the street lamp passed through the floating corners of clothes and gently touched the water surface.
In the reflection, there is an illusion hanging tightly behind the gentleman in black, entangled with each other, and finally disappears at the end of the darkness.
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"Biological impulses sprouted from various chemical substances. I really don't know why you humans are obsessed with such things that are controlled by electrical signals."
The misty mist entangled the corners of Mystery's torn robe. She listened to Tianzun's new style, and her handsome face was still cold and inorganic, unlike human beings.
I don’t know what happened to him, or what happened to Little Zaratul. In short, Tianzun has recently changed his style. Instead of following the crazy route before, he started to act like an intimate old man.
Anyway, for her, these are just personality masks that can be discarded and replaced at any time.
"Then for those of you who were born in the past, is it meaningless that your character is affected and even determined by the authority you inherited from the beginning?"
The "Secret" who rubbed his forehead and waited for the show to begin casually spent time with the real "Lord of the Secret".
"Perhaps." Rarely, Tianzun did not refute the "secret" point of view, but vaguely agreed with it.
"In front of the original, we were just spiritual beings born accidentally under her madness. This applies to all life that comes and goes in the universe."
Huh? Hearing this calmness, "Secret" tensed up for no reason.
The slightly calm murmurs became active again, and Tianzun seemed to have thousands of joking and mixed voices following closely behind.
"But Zhou Mingrui, your half body, will that little guy really understand your kindness?"
"Love, this cheap illusion, should be a rare thing in life for you humans, right?"