After several days of pouring, the heavy rain has become much lighter, like a hazy veil, with slender rain strands hitting the ground lightly, creating ripples in the stagnant water.
At night, Jiudunling in the rainy season is like a psychedelic underwater world. The steam escaping from the ground is shattered by raindrops before it rises. The biting chill accompanies every traveler, like ghosts that cannot be dispelled.
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There was no one on the streets anymore. No one would like to travel in this kind of weather. It was extremely quiet at night. Only the faint sound of horse hooves sounded in the darkness, announcing that the mounted police were still patrolling.
Little bits of light rose from the darkness, and then the kestrel walked out of the darkness and threw the still burning cigarette into the water at his feet.
He doesn't smoke much, but in this damn weather, this thing seems to be the only thing that can keep him warm, although it is mostly just psychological comfort.
Colleagues say that Kestrel is a guy with a great attitude. No matter how bad the environment is, he doesn't seem to be afraid. Sometimes he will even tell jokes to everyone in front of the rotten meat and internal organs. In fact, Kestrel is not.
So brave, he is just an ordinary person, telling jokes is because he is almost scared to death, and can only talk about other things to divert his attention.
Looking at the world shrouded in rain all around, the whole city was silent as if only I was left. This environment was really suitable for some hellish murders. If I could, I really wouldn't want to go out to work in the middle of the night.
The kestrel sighed helplessly, and the hot breath quickly disappeared in the evening wind, as if it was killed by an unknown thing.
He was holding a black umbrella, and his clothes were all black. He had a pistol under his clothes and a folding knife on his waist. He was fully armed.
The kestrel was like a grim reaper getting ready to start work at night. As he stepped through the stagnant water, more grim reapers walked out of the darkness with him.
The carriage stopped not far away, and the members who arrived in advance had already taken control of the building. They brought fake police certificates and told other residents who were awakened that they were just maintaining a small amount of security.
But this is not a small maintenance of public security. Those people are hiding in the shadows where no one can see. Thermite rifles have been fired. With the blazing temperature, the humid environment will not have much impact on them.
"I always have an illusion sometimes."
Another voice sounded, and the robin walked out from the side. He was a devout believer, with a silver cross hanging on the front of his black clothes.
Although he believes in the nihilistic God of the Evangelical Church, this belief has long been completely changed in the process of Inverg's localization, and Robin is very clear about his position.
Faith is faith, work is work.
"What illusion?"
Kestrel continued, in this damn environment, he really hoped that someone would talk to him more, so as not to let the heavy rain separate him from the world, so as not to appear so lonely.
"Old Dunling, this city is a vibrant and progressive city during the day. The gears are roaring and turning to create wealth and miracles. It leads the development of the world. People work hard here and consume everything in their lives. But at night, it completely turns into a
Another world."
said the robin.
"In a world that does not belong to mortals, there are all kinds of strange and disgusting monsters hidden in the dark corners. They are trying to bring humans back to the dark age, and we are the fire-wielding heroes, fighting and fighting with them."
"Well that reminds me of those novels," Kestrel said.
"novel?"
Robin glanced sideways at Kestrel. This careless guy didn't seem like someone who would take the initiative to get into literature.
"It's not the obscure traditional literature, but it's written by some people. In short, I don't know what to say. Anyway, they are some very interesting stories, but they are not well recognized by the public."
"Those chivalric novels?"
The robin thought carefully and thought of this word.
This is something that has appeared in recent years. It is about the love and hatred between nobles, or adventure stories about exploring the new world. There is no serious core idea, and there are no heart-touching words. It is just told casually.
It was something that no one cared about, but it became popular among young people. These stories were different from the serious literature they read, which made them happy, while the older generation thought it was unpopular.
object to it.
The robin didn't expect the kestrel to see these things, but when he thought about it, it was indeed something he could do.
"It's like this in those stories. There are bad guys in the city, and they come to do evil at night, so the protagonist practices swordsmanship hard, and when night falls, he puts on a mask and goes out to do justice."
The kestrel looked at the robin on the side and continued, "Don't you think this is similar to us? Although we are not fighting bad guys, but things that are more difficult than bad guys."
"Those little girls loved this story. They thought the protagonist, who was doing heroic deeds at night but never revealed his identity, was so cool."
Kestrel said with a smile on his face, it seemed that he was the one popular with those little girls.
"You like this story?"
"Of course."
Kestrel has a youthful energy about him, but Robin doesn't understand him at all. Although they are all colleagues, their age span is also very large. Kestrel seems to be about the same age as Lorenzo, while Robin is already three years old.
He was already in his early teens, and if it weren't for the damn job of cleaning up agencies, he would have considered getting married and having children.
The robin paused for a moment, and then just like those old-fashioned old guys, he didn't know what was going on with the young people today.
"Joy looks angry," said Robin. "I've never seen him so angry."
"It should be because of those damn hallucinations that Joey saw that kid again." Kestrel said.
The robin was silent for a moment, and he knew what had happened.
"Is that so? Has he still not come out of that shadow?"
"Otherwise? Where do you think his mysophobia comes from? He has killed men and women, old and young, and even said things that were not human. But that time he killed many children."
Kestrel understood that Joey's psychological burden was not just talk.
"That's not his fault. It was on the battlefield, and it was mainly Gawain's hand." Robin tried to excuse Joey.
"So, killing is very difficult. We have to suppress our various emotions until we get used to killing our own kind." Kestrel suddenly felt that the heavy rain made people more irritable.
very few people know
At first, Joey was not stationed in Old Dunling, but followed Knight Gawain to encircle and suppress the demons on the edge of the country.
It is the edge of law and sword, often accompanied by bloodshed and death.
But in one operation, Joey killed innocent people, a group of children.
"I still remember Gawain's ugly face. In fact, what he did was very correct. In terms of the regulations for purging the agency, it was still uncomfortable." Kestrel said, he even remembered Joey thinking about himself at that time.
To retell.
Then Gawain said.
"We just killed their parents, and their family believes in demons. We don't know what kind of power or weapons they have. And they are full of hatred for us now. Maybe this kid will become a monster in the next second.
Demon, and then kill my men, I will be responsible for their lives."
So Gawain killed them, or to be precise, everyone.
It was a battlefield, a cruel and cold-blooded battlefield, and there was nothing wrong in what Gawain did. If there was any mistake, it was that he followed the rules too much, and he was as cold-blooded as if he were not human.
In order to fight against demons, humans always have to abandon some bad qualities, such as pity, sympathy, and weakness.
In fact, everyone is quite cold-blooded, but they just don't want to admit it. It seems that as long as they don't admit it, they are still normal human beings.
And that's when Joey suffered.
This is a kind of spiritual torture that everyone in the purge organization has. They killed people and committed crimes. Although they said it was for a brighter tomorrow, they still took the lives of those innocent people.
Even a very nervous kestrel sometimes can't help but imitate a few prayers and say them to a robin.
But that was the only time Joey felt that his sins were too serious to be ignored.
After that, Joey applied to be transferred back to the old Dunling. When he was suffering, he began to take hallucinogens to comfort himself. His mental state continued to decline, and sometimes he was stained with blood, and he remembered all the nightmares.
"So it's really important to see a psychiatrist regularly," Kestrel said.
"I thought you were going to say something serious and meaningful." The robin had no idea what the kestrel would say.
"What a profound meaning, what seriousness? Don't you feel too tired to live like that?" Kestrel said nonsense, "Everyone's work is already so deadly, so don't torture yourself anymore."
"Is this considered wise and foolish?"
"It's just heartless. After all, people like me usually live longer, right?"
Kestrel was not serious at all, he just spoke casually.
It's not that he has no ambition, it's just that when he was in Xiacheng District, the life-and-death years made him easily satisfied.
"Okay, stop chatting everyone, it's time to work."
A voice interrupted the conversation between the two, and then another person walked out of the rain curtain.
Night Owl rarely moved with them.
Currently, there is only one third-generation armor that can be officially put into use, but it was destroyed by the Black Angel controlled by Lorenzo during the test. Before the new armor was built, the test driver Night Owl had no job.
So he was temporarily transferred back to make up for the lack of manpower.
"The personnel are in place, it's time to take action," Night Owl said.
"But is this really good?" Robin asked, "That doctor is considered one of us and just came to our door without any evidence?"
"Joy himself is the evidence, and the reason why Old Dunling can maintain such peace is not because of our excessive vigilance," Kestrel said. "As long as there is the slightest symptom, we will never let it go, even Arthur's daughter."
He is still in Black Mountain Hospital now.”
Kestrel knows how difficult that hellish place in Black Mountain Hospital is, but now almost two weeks have passed, and the little girl has no intention of being discharged.
"However, it is also because of this that we are also very wary of our own people."
Night Owl understands their worries, but it has nothing to do with him. They will play different roles tonight.
In terms of position, high-ranking knights also follow different knight commanders. Joey and Nite Owl are Lancelot's subordinates. However, Lancelot mysteriously disappeared a few months ago. According to rumors, he is suspected of being related to
Like Galahad, he was eroded by a generation of armor and is in emergency treatment.
However, some people have seen Galahad in the Ever-Moving Pump, but Lancelot seems to be a non-existent ghost. Although he is his subordinate, Joey and Night Owl have never seen him.
Get over that guy.
Kestrel stretched his hand into the rain curtain and rubbed his eyes hard with his hands stained by the cold rain to make himself more energetic.
He didn't think about that anymore. The more he knew, the faster he would die. Kestrel still knew this.
"One of our own? Oh, it's really unimaginable," the robin sighed.
While fighting monsters, you must be wary of not only the monsters, but also the teammates who have been demonized. The purge agencies believe Joey's suspicions and suspect that there is something wrong with the doctor. Similarly, they also suspect that there is something wrong with Joey. He has been injected before.
Hallucinogens, I spent some time in Black Mountain Hospital, and in the eyes of the cleanup agency, this stuff is considered a dark history.
If it cannot be proven that there is something wrong with the doctor, then what awaits Joey will be a psychological evaluation and mental examination. They have the condition to suspect that Joey carries residues of erosion, causing mental abnormalities. This is not good news.
"Have you seen that doctor's information?" Kestrel asked.
Robin nodded. On the way here, he had already read it once while sitting in the carriage.
Although they both serve the purification agency, just like the Ever-Moving Pump, Black Mountain Hospital and these frontline knights are completely two parts, and there is little communication between the two.
"James Moriarty, age 27, unmarried, is a native of Old Dunling. After graduating from the Royal Medical College, he was admitted to the Black Mountain Hospital. After a year of inspection, he became a full member."
My resume is very clean, extremely clean.
From his birth to the present, all his deeds have been recorded in detail. With just these few pieces of paper, you can even recreate his not-so-long life.
But now Joey is suspicious of such a clean doctor.
Kestrel still remembers the situation at that time. Joey fell into a terrible abnormality, as if he was suffering from a terrible erosion. After his mind stabilized, with the help of a sensitive large Geiger counter, the unconscious Joey made this
judge.
In fact, Joey was not sure of his own judgment, but he believed in his intuition that James Moriarty might be related to the demon.
That weird mutual aid club, the recurring hallucination after meeting Moriarty
Like a transparent spider web, you can touch everything weird and feel the invisible pressure, but you can't see its appearance clearly.