...It turns out that the paradise they were talking about was you, Dean.
The inferior exhaled slowly, his mood became extremely complicated, and the idea of joining Xiacheng District did not seem so unacceptable.
He did know this person, even though he had become so old now... But when the other person calmly said the bad guy's real name in that tone, the bad guy still remembered his identity.
He was the director of the Tian'en Memory Armed Research Institute. He was conducting research in the Reconstruction Agency long before the Inferior was born.
It is said that in the very beginning, the delivery of the inferior was done by the dean - at that time, no one dared to approach the "lethal amount of love" that fell into a psychic rampage due to labor, only this man who seemed like a madman from the beginning.
Don't care about your own safety.
He was like a researcher walking among many wild beasts and poisonous insects, wearing a white suit with a hunched back, walking calmly under the eyes of countless demons with hatred and ridicule.
Nowadays, a bad person will develop such a character of ignoring everyone, and it must have something to do with this dean.
From a certain perspective, the dean may be regarded as the real father of the inferior...
Kamalser has never cared about bad people, and has never even seen him; his mother does love him very much, but bad people cannot touch her at will, otherwise they may be poisoned and die; Peter Pan can only
Take him out to play, or kill, bully and squeeze demons for entertainment.
In the twisted reconstruction mechanism, the devil's prison composed of many color blocks and "bright roads", the dean who looks like a madman seems to be one of the few normal people.
In a sense, the dean can be regarded as the "adoptive father" of the inferior.
But later, when the inferior was eight years old, the dean suddenly left.
Only when the inferior grew older did he realize that he was wanted by the group for researching forbidden technologies.
At first, the bad guy was transferred to the execution department, partly because he wanted to find traces of the dean and ask him why he left quietly back then. But later, the bad guy gradually understood the sins of the company and the elves.
, and forgot about it.
And later...
I feel a little ashamed now that I think about it, because the bad guy later forgot about it.
There were too many facts that made him angry and busy, and the original motivation had faded in the face of the more profound reality.
Unexpectedly, the two people's identities had changed several times, and now they met again in Xiacheng District.
"When you can't speak, just write," Le Yuan pushed the oil-based pen and whiteboard in front of the inferior, and mocked in a tone very similar to the inferior, "Don't tell me that you have been a leader for a few years and you have forgotten how to write.
."
"...So you guys know each other."
Looking at the strange atmosphere between the inferior and the paradise, Hangzhou sighed in a low voice.
He was supposed to serve as an introducer to introduce each other to both parties. The strangulation had already been planned. If the Paradise Doctor rejected the bad guy, or expressed hatred and disgust towards him, he would use the name of the godfather to suppress him.
But as soon as Strangler brought the bad guy over, he discovered that the bad guy and the paradise seemed to have known each other for a long time.
He could tell at a glance that they were real acquaintances. They were definitely more acquainted with each other than they were with him.
Tsk.
The godfather specifically asked him to bring the bad guys over, which was simply unnecessary.
Seeing that the two of them seemed to have something to talk about, Hang Sha felt that it was not a problem for him to just stand aside.
It just so happened that there was another person in this room...who also happened to be the one that made Strangler a little concerned.
So Hangsha walked next to the man and found a place nearby to sit down.
"Friend, how do you call me?"
Strangler made a low voice, making no secret of his hostility towards the church and angels: "Why did you come to a remote place like ours?"
Even if there is no halo on this man's head, the spreading radiance undoubtedly proves his status as a living saint. Then he is at least a core member of the direct church, at least at the level of bishop or above.
Strangler has never regarded himself as an Uncoded Person... He has always believed that he was just a "mage" born in the group of Uncoded Persons.
The identity of a mage is his self-identity.
Therefore, even if the church is kind to the people in Xiacheng District, this kind of kindness cannot be extended to Strangler.
The man in front of Hangzhou just raised his head and glanced at him.
It was a middle-aged man who looked to be in his forties. There were two deep nasolabial folds on the man's face. The pupils in the deep eye sockets were constantly shining with white light, and the original color of the irises could no longer be seen.
color, but turned into glowing silver-white pupils.
There are two pieces of white feathers in the position of his ears... This spiritual feature and face actually reminded Zhuo Sha of a friend he met not long ago.
"You are a mage, right?"
The first words the middle-aged man spoke made him clenched his fists.
"When you looked at me, your brows drooped and your nostrils grew slightly. It was an angry expression...but you quickly suppressed the anger, not just the angry expression.
"When you looked at me, you first glanced at the top of my head, which is where the halo is; then you looked at my eyes again, and after getting confirmation, you looked at my shoulders... That should be the shoulders that symbolize the status of church members.
The location of the belt.
"When you didn't see anything, you were surprised. But you soon had more guesses in your mind...and you were afraid of me. Your shoulders subconsciously exerted force, and your legs were shaking. This
It shows your uneasiness... In other words, you are afraid of me.
"Your strength comes from anger, but you have enough reason to suppress it. I guess you are a mage from the Crucible School - how is your mentor Zhongxiang doing recently?"
A series of questions came like bullets, making Zhuo Zhu couldn't help but lean back slightly.
He felt that the shoulder that the person was talking about began to get sore, and his eyes, brow and nose also became very uncomfortable... He didn't pay attention to these things before, but after being pointed out, he felt that nothing was wrong no matter what he did...
It was like someone asked him for the first time whether the long mane on his neck was pressed under his body when sleeping or passed around his shoulders.
Once you realize their existence, it's like realizing you are breathing - breathing will instantly switch to manual transmission.
"...who are you?"
Strangler asked in a deep voice.
From this series of words turned into bullets, he could only judge one thing...that is, this person is not simple.
As a member of the church, I don't have the pointed ears of an elf... but I feel like I have participated in a war of religious law.
But how could a frozen angel sit in front of them and talk in such a nice voice?
When strangulation becomes tense, the air becomes scorched, the smell of sulfur can be easily smelled in the air, and the temperature begins to rise.
"His code name is Detective. Don't ask about anything else. Strangler."
Feeling the heat, Dr. Le Yuan frowned slightly and asked angrily: "I have known this gentleman earlier than I have known you.
"I guarantee that he is not a member of the church. In other words, he is a 'former angel' who defected from the church. Now he also possesses special forbidden technologies."
"Thank you for taking care of my daughter before, Mr. Strangler."
The middle-aged man with twinkling eyes crossed his fingers, smiled slightly, and said softly and slowly: "Her name is Paradise Bird. I think you still remember this name."
"...It is indeed her."
Strangler had no doubts about this, and his hostility had dissipated a lot.
Because he had also suspected this before - the two people's looks were actually somewhat similar, and their spiritual characteristics and abilities overlapped. It really made people think that way.
But... a fallen angel?
Can angels after the fall also master the power of Holy Order?
"However, as for forbidden technology..."
Strangler slowly said: "Maybe you can mention it a little bit. I think the godfather will fund your research."
"No need."
The middle-aged detective smiled slightly, shook his head, and replied with certainty: "He will not sponsor it."