Quince and Penelope were all dressed in black trench coats and masks.
"It seems that you did a lot of research on the Crip Horse Gang during the day." Penelope loaded bullets into her pistol one by one, with two rapiers hanging on her waist, one long and one short, as she made the final move.
Prepare.
Quinn frankly admitted that there was no need to hide it, "There is a very interesting news."
Immediately, Quins told everything he had learned from Qianmen Mian.
"It's indeed very interesting." Penelope stopped what she was doing and took a puff of her cigarette: "What's even more interesting is why the leader of the Lame Horse Gang would be interested in a occult book that killed three owners.
unless……"
Speaking of this, Penelope looked at Quince.
"As expected of a great detective, he can see the problem at a glance. Unless he knows the reason behind it and can avoid the disaster caused by the occult books."
"It should be roughly like this." Penelope: "Is this the reason why the danger I feel comes from?"
"This possibility cannot be ruled out."
After preparing her equipment, Penelope pushed her mask and said, "Let's go."
Quines walked in the shadows with shadow steps, while Penelope's movement was magical, similar to teleportation, suddenly appearing from one place to another, but as a person with a clear mind, Quines
It is clear that this is not spatial ability, it is just because Penelope's speed is too fast. In terms of visual manifestation, she suddenly appears from one place to another.
With such a fast movement, if we look at it according to the laws of physics, with just one movement, the muscles in Penelope's body may not be able to withstand the sudden strong pressure, causing the whole body to collapse.
But it seems that due to some kind of secret protection, this did not happen.
As the home base of a small gang, it is naturally not a very nice place. It is actually just an abandoned small warehouse that can be improved by these people.
There were two people standing crookedly at the door of the warehouse, each holding a low-quality cigarette and chatting, chatting more than guarding.
Two ordinary people, just one glance at Quins and the others could tell that the people standing at the door were minor characters.
A second later, the two pawns fell limply to the ground and could not get up. Without external intervention, it would take at least two hours to wake up.
The thin old metal door could not block the sight of Quins and the two of them, but as soon as they peeked inside, the blood that filled the space immediately filled their eyes. In the blood mist, a three-cylinder shape was vaguely visible.
The altar appeared in their eyes. A figure half-kneeling in front of the altar was covered in blood, with black blood flowing down from his wrists, forehead, and shoulders.
"Not good." Upon seeing this situation, Quins immediately closed his eyes, then turned around to see Penelope breathing heavily, with two lines of blood and tears already left in her eyes.
Although the intensity of the mysterious pollution is only moderate, the two of them are too close to the pollution. What makes Quins even more different is that there is only a door between them. Even Quins, who is very sensitive, cannot sense everything in the warehouse.
The situation, such a secretive situation and the style of the altar reminded Quins of an evil god, the Lord of Secrets.
There are many evil gods in this world, and the number is completely beyond the imagination of ordinary people. There are only a few that are famous in the Eastern Continent, that is, the gods behind several major churches and the evil gods who dance the most.
But this does not mean that extraordinary people can ignore other evil gods.
If the major church gods and the biggest evil gods are compared to the big companies with the largest investment in the world, then the Lord of Secrets is just a small workshop. It is okay for some people to believe in it, but it doesn't matter if no one has any.
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Please note that what is mentioned here is investment, and it does not mean that the Lord of Secrets does not have strong capital like the gods of several major churches.
To use a vivid metaphor, it is like the barren African continent. Some large multinational companies do not care at all and have no intention of investing, while some multinational companies have invested a considerable part of their resources.
Of course, the reality is more complicated than this. After all, the market is so big. In terms of first-come, first-served basis, when the market share is completely divided, if other gods want to get a piece of the pie, the investment they have to make is completely incompetent compared to the output.
proportional.
There are people who do the business of beheading, but not even the gods will do the business of losing money.
For an evil god like the Lord of Secrets, if his followers were in normal times, they might develop followers obscenely in some nook and cranny instead of appearing here like now. But don’t forget that Quines’ three pieces of destiny
The sight seen in the fragments,
The final madness of the evil god is not just talk. Now that the world is about to enter the spiritual retreat and the extraordinary is about to disappear, even those small workshop-style investments in the evil god must earn back their initial investment, or even make a profit.
A big pen.
Of course, the longevity of the gods is beyond the imagination of ordinary people. Some make a lot of money before withdrawing their investment, and naturally there are also those who lay the groundwork for the next revival of the spiritual tide. This is not what Quines cares about. These analyzes
It was just Quince's guesswork based on the information he had.
But now, the most urgent task is to interrupt the ritual of worshiping the Lord of Secrets.