Mystery: Those years when I was a foreign aid for the Aurora Club

Chapter 128 Leaving and Investigation

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At the very beginning of losing the Sequence One characteristic, the Declining King was more or less depressed.

Less than half a month after getting this feature, he was forced to cut his tail to survive, and he had just finished his enthusiastic exchange with the Fabuti leftover spirit in it to leave his own brand.But God had to bow his head under the barrier. Besides, although it was not impossible, he couldn't kill Evernight Goddess right now.

After a brief mood swing, the Decayed King regained his composure.I am not an ordinary angel. On the premise that I have sealed 0-level power, I don’t need to gather three copies of Sequence One and uniqueness as required by the ceremony in order to be promoted to True God. I only need one copy of Sequence One (already ) and uniqueness.If you can reduce your risk by throwing away a dispensable Sequence One, then you are making money.

Thinking about it carefully, this is probably the reason why no one has taken care of Siea so far. The missing "prisoner" sequence-one characteristic is probably in the hands of Seven Gods.It is precisely because he knows that Siua cannot become a true god, so he is not worried-it is not a problem if he cannot become a god anyway.And because the prisoner lacked this Sequence One, he chose to take the devil path.

The projection exists for a limited time. After the Decayed King diverged his thinking for a while, he began to recall and list the current information, analyze the current situation and the possible next move:

"The Goddess of the Night should have already convinced me that I am the Blessed of the Mother Tree, and losing the sequence is a big enough lesson for any angel. In this way, as long as I am careful during this period of time and act like a demon with my tail between my legs, I will not It’s relatively safe to keep faking it.”

"He doesn't know my authority, and he doesn't notice my projection that is still in the aftermath of the outside world."

"Thank you, Mother Tree."

"In this way, my plan will be successfully achieved. The true creator will continue to treat me as a remnant of the old days, and in the eyes of the Seven Gods and the church, I am a favored by the outer gods, and I have the same status as Siea. As long as I If we don’t loosen the pollution of the true creation, this information gap will not be discovered. Hey, Siua is not dead, so it can be seen how big the rift between the Seven Gods is. Then I have nothing to worry about at the moment, and I will go if the big deal Southern Continent."

"There is only one difficulty, and that is that I have a premonition that man-made disasters will appear in Backlund, and now that the night has driven me to the hidden town, how can I go out reasonably and return to Backlund during that time."

"Familiar of the Outer God, Sequence One, I have no reason why I can't get out. It's really troublesome to take advantage of the hidden loopholes of the true god level, but you can find opportunities. I'll just stay in confinement for a few days, and then go out directly."

While talking, Amon had already "closed" the house, and the owl was standing on the open window with a glass bottle in its mouth, revealing the original relatively simple decoration of the mansion with an inch of dust in the gap.No matter how long you have lived here, the house has been vacant for as long as it has been, at least for more than 20 years.

The Declining King suddenly said: "Amon. I am being focused on now. Maybe you should also return to the Amon group as soon as possible."

Amon was stunned. He touched his crystal monocle with silver inlaid with gold thread, and touched the shell wind chime he had just bought and hadn't hung up. He was a little unbelievable. Confiscated dull with a painful expression.

"Ok."

He was somewhat disappointed, but still agreed.

Regarding the return to the Amon group, they have already discussed the method early.Typists have been isolated from the world for nearly 200 years in the hands of the Outer Gods, and they have already been crossed off the list of Amon, but every Amon has its own fate. If he suddenly returns to the group, maybe everyone who follows All the Amons he met could see this strange fate and could not see the future fate.

Therefore, the solution is simply not to pretend, not to forge, not to cheat, and directly let the typist replace the fate of the same Sequence 3 deceiving mentor Amon, and go back openly.

"I won't be outside for the time being, you can look for opportunities to continue to act with the owls, stay in the house and move, and slowly approach the target we locked before, the city librarian living in East Chester County .”

"You can wait for me to come out before doing it, or you can try to kill another self yourself. I don't know when I will be able to go out."

"Kill another self?"

I haven't gotten along with other Amons for a long, long time, and it's a little difficult to treat other Amons as myself, would they like shells?Will you love crystal and diamond accessories?Will you like ludo and old age myths?Can you understand my thoughts and hobbies?

After thinking about it for a long time, the typist shook his head: "I'll wait for you."

"Because only the ontology has the power to deal with us."

The King of Decay looked at him, feeling those chaotic emotions, and finally said: "Yes."

"Considering that I'm just a projection, the blessing I promised you at the beginning may have to be discounted. This will further hone your acting skills. Don't worry, no matter what, your body will not be able to see the traces of your fate."

The typist hesitated to speak, his expression suddenly became tense, but he still lowered his head: "Okay."

Outer God nodded, and the body dissipated into spiritual light falling on Amon. Amon didn't feel any changes, but felt that all aspects of attributes had been slightly improved.

At the last second when the figure of the Outer God disappeared, he felt something in his heart, and couldn't help asking softly: "Until now, I have only touched some specious fur, which is far from the so-called human nature."

"Do you think I can really understand what a human being is?"

Outer God glanced at him, then turned his head away expressionlessly: "Possibility does not represent fate, don't ask me."

"That's your future. If you don't walk out your own way, who can see it?"

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When Leonard stepped into the base of the Red Gloves team, other people had already arrived one after another. Soest held an action plan and discussed with a few red gloves around the desk by the wall to see if there were any mistakes.

"Leonard, I'm just waiting for you. I'm going to carry out a search mission soon. How is your condition?"

In the church at night, Leonard didn't have to worry about his voice being discovered. He pulled his collar and showed a smile: "I'm in good condition, Captain Soest, how long before we leave?"

Seeing that his team members became much calmer, Soest was also in a good mood. He nodded and said, "Eight minutes later. Alyssa is collecting the sealed items needed for this mission." After speaking, he reminded: "Although It is a search, but one must be extremely vigilant, and there is no guarantee that something unexpected will happen."

"I see."

After all, this time the mission is actually matched with a level 1 sealed item, one can imagine how much hidden danger there will be.This type of mission is the worst to do. If nothing can be investigated, it will almost be regarded as a mission failure, but if something is really investigated, it is very likely to immediately establish a connection with some hidden existence, a fatal connection .Therefore, there can be no relaxation.

Leonard responded succinctly. Seeing that Soest continued to discuss with other people, he consciously walked to an empty chair in the room and prepared to take a break.

At this time, a tall and graceful figure came to Leonard's side curlingly, and the dress brushed his shoulder.

This behavior made Leonard, who was looking down at his feet in a daze, already knew who was coming, he raised his head, and greeted his acquaintance without any surprise: "Good evening, Ms. Daly. "

"Good evening, the future 'Sesima'." Daly, who is coquettish and beautiful with blue eyeshadow, made a small joke, stood beside Leonard calmly, and chatted with him casually, "What's the matter?" , you smell like a piece of damp moss, is it raining outside?"

"Yes, it rained lightly during the night, and I got a little wet on the way here."

Leonard shrugged his shoulders so that Daly could see a palm-sized wet mark from his shoulders to his back, and he also said half-jokingly: "I'm sure you won't be able to open an umbrella when you go on a mission in a while, and you need to take a good soak after returning home." Take a hot bath and wash all your clothes.”

"There is also a fireplace, otherwise, in the current Backlund, my coat and shirt might not be dry for a week."

Hearing this, Daly nodded deeply. In Backlund's cold and humid winter, the stove is an indispensable item, and it burns almost all day long. It's no wonder that the council has been vigorously promoting the reduction of pollution during this time. Smokeless charcoal.

Later, she laughed and teased: "Mr. Mitchell, I suggest you prepare more clothes with special personality, which will help you find the lady you like and keep her heart."

Ms. Daly!what are you saying!Everyone is still here! ——The word "personality" that Daly said is not the one in everyday language, but Daly used a synonym with other meanings very characteristically.

As a result, Leonard immediately entered the state of being struck by lightning, his face paled in shock and panic, all the goosebumps on his back were aroused immediately, and waves of hot air rushed from his spine to his cheeks.

I don't know if it's because of his own guilty conscience, but the red gloves who were chatting in twos and threes around him immediately began to lose their minds, and the corner of their eyes drifted towards the two of them from time to time.Daly smiled and didn't care. Leonard continued to lower his head to look at his toes, and counted the holes on the belt that fixed the boot covers. After a while, he calmed down a little, and tried hard to face Daly explained:
"Ms. Daly, I think you misunderstood. I don't have a favorite lady, nor do I have the idea of ​​attracting a favorite lady."

"I'm simply trying to change myself, for example, in terms of image."

He felt that he could no longer use Her Excellency Sesima as an excuse, otherwise Daly's next sentence might be "So you want to pursue the man you like?" How could it be possible, I'm not Deacon Ikanser !

...Ah, I'm sorry, Deacon Ikanser, I'm not blaming you!

After saying this, Leonard looked at death and was ready to continue being teased by Daly, but he didn't want the smile on Daly's face to gradually fade. She no longer looked at Leonard, but tilted her head, Stare at an empty corner.

After about ten seconds, Daly turned her head back and said to Leonard: "You have indeed changed a lot. If I said this to you in Tingen, you should be blushing Immediately jumping up, then slurring and falling over with left foot and right foot."

Tingen...

Time takes things away, and it takes away sadness and memories, but certain things.Not even time can eclipse them, these things will be like a needle, a nail in the heart, getting deeper and deeper, until it becomes a tacit secret.

The wound looks like it's healed, but fresh blood always flows when you fiddle with it.

Leonard's expression also became a little lonely.He stared at his feet as if to find the sixth hole in the belt.

Then he heard Daly smile narrowly: "Of course, the young Mr. Mitchell may not understand at all, and just stare at me with innocent eyes. Sure enough, in other places, you also have a lot of Have you made progress?"

…Ms. Daly—! ! !
This sentence immediately extinguished the little flame of sadness that had just risen in Leonard's heart, and when Pallez burst into uncontrollable laughter in Leonard's mind, two Soest, who was eavesdropping on the conversation of the team members, stood up in time, coughed lightly, and saved Leonard who was in great distress:
"Time is up."

"The sealed item is in place, let's set off now."

Hearing this, Leonard breathed a sigh of relief, and Soest's back immediately became infinitely taller in his heart.

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Ten minutes later, the Nighthawks arrived outside the target house.

"The residents of No. 5 King Street, Jorwood District, are suspected to be related to demons," Leonard hid in the dark, recalling the content of the anonymous report letter.Strictly speaking, this letter is ridiculously short, only this sentence, but it contains a lot of information.

In normal times, such letters would not be paid special attention to. Nighthawks would be routinely dispatched to observe. By the way, they would investigate the source of the report letters, and they might find out that cult members were fighting against each other.However, now is a special period. The serial murders created by the "Apostle of Desire" and his accomplices and the assassination of the duke are still vivid in my mind. When I first saw the report letter from someone related to the devil, the Archbishop of St. Anthony directly prayed to the goddess at the end After the ceremony, he decided to send Red Gloves to investigate.

It is temporarily uncertain whether the "relevant person" is a "demon", so Soest did not apply for the right to use the silver armor in the first place, not to mention that this item is too noisy to use, and it is impossible to disperse the residents hundreds of meters around. No way.

Soest sent the news of the start of the battle to the Red Gloves Gate through a dream. The Level 1 sealed item began to operate. The entire villa and the surrounding environment became blurred, and the Red Gloves felt more relaxed.

According to the plan, a "Nightmare" took the lead.His figure twisted, and quietly appeared on the steps, on the side where the door's bearings were, with his back against the wall, clinging tightly to it, like a shadow.

The door of the villa opened slowly, revealing the dark interior of the house, with thick dust accumulated on the floor and furniture.If it wasn't in the dream, everyone in the red gloves could already imagine the door opening and the dust rising up. It seems that no one has been here for a long time.

While the dust accumulation is serious, it is very, very clean here.

There are no footprints, no fingerprints, no traces of any activity, and the dust is uniform in thickness, as if even the wind has never entered.

"Fresh scratches on the windowsill."

After confirming that there was no one inside, and no one was watching secretly, a red glove sounded a reminder.

"Maybe it's just a mark left by an ordinary bird or an animal." Soest saw the shallow scratch, although he didn't pay attention to it, he still said, "Take this mark away completely after leaving the dream. .” Means to take down the window sill.

The red gloves entered the house one after another to investigate, but there was really no trace of anything other than dust in this two-story single-family villa, so they came out soon after entering without finding anything.

"Nothing at all?"

After the investigation was over, Soest couldn't help frowning in his dream: "Either the report letter is lying, or the other party noticed that we left first. Considering that it is related to the devil, my guess is inclined to the latter."

The red gloves also expressed that they had no other opinions.

Leonard frowned and whispered a few words, then listened carefully, and finally hesitantly said to Soest:

"Captain Soest, this house has been in disrepair for a long time. If it is in a small city or a holiday villa in the countryside, it is probably possible that it will be unoccupied for decades."

"However, this is Backlund. If a villa with a superior location and facing wealthy businessmen and aristocrats has been abandoned for so long, the residents nearby must have common sense."

Soest nodded: "Go ahead."

"What I mean is..." Leonard scratched his head, his expression a bit tangled and annoyed, "Captain, I can't explain this feeling clearly,"

"I have a guess. If the report letter is not lying and someone does live here, then he may really live in this house."

Seeing the puzzled expressions of his colleagues, Leonard quickly finished speaking: "At the same time, he doesn't live in this room... Hey, I don't know what to say! He does live in the house, But not the floor where the furniture is?"

"Maybe it's like... the spirit world? Same coordinates, but in a different dimension?"

After finishing these words, Leonard saw the surprised or sighed looks from his colleagues, and Captain Soest looked at him approvingly.

At the same time, he also heard an old but slightly pleasant humming in his mind.

TBC
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Seeing that both the typist and Leonard have improved, I am really relieved, very relieved!

(End of this chapter)