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

572
Ruins of God War.

"Future" was covered with stars, and sailed slowly on a safe route. "Admiral of the Stars" Cattleya sat in the captain's cabin, and gradually approached the location of "Sun God Bird" according to the clues given by "World".

"This is an unfamiliar sea...'The World' knows more information than me, a pirate at sea..."

Is this the benefit of being a Blessed One?He was even able to communicate with an angel, and obtain a drop of angel's blood... Cattleya watched the routes silently. She pushed her glasses and looked at the sea outside the window directly in front of her.

"Boom boom boom!"

The wooden door was knocked, and the crew's voice rang out loudly outside the door:
"captain!"

"This is the third day today!!"

"It's so hot! Can we just wear shorts?"

It seems that the target island is getting closer, Cattleya turned her head, raised her voice and said: "Yes, everyone, get ready!"

……

On the dirt road on the outskirts of West Balam, a carriage rattled along.

The wheels and horseshoes kicked up a cloud of dust. Secret Puppet Enzo was driving, and Klein was sitting next to him, flipping through the newspaper in his hand.

Ms. D was resting in the carriage, looking at the luggage.

In the current Southern Continent, people from the Northern Continent can still receive preferential treatment in the central and east-central cities that have not been recaptured. Only when they enter the territory of the Balam Empire will they be in some danger.

The transmission of information in this world is too laggy. It has been almost a month since the news from the Northern Continent reached the Rorsted Islands, and it is difficult for the Southern Continent to see the negative information and information on the situation in the Northern Continent, lest the rebels here become Hearing and eyesight.

It is obviously impossible for me to trouble Ms. D to go back to China now and find the edition of the newspaper that was published more than a month ago.They can only ask the other party to find the official newspaper published by the Feysac Empire after they go back, hand it over to the Aurora Society, and pick it up by themselves.

"The essence of the 'Great Smog' is a vicious population clearing..."

Klein felt that his brows hadn't opened since he came to the Southern Continent. These words weighed heavily on his heart, making him unable to relax at all.

Haven't you thought about this possibility?

No, obviously I thought about it... It is said that the heavy smog mixed with polluted smog and caused mass deaths occurred in the East District, not the factory district, which is already very self-explanatory.

"The Feysac Empire thinks this is vicious. Does that mean that there are still 'benign' population clearings in people's minds?"

"Hehe, it's probably a war, or land reclamation..."

Klein didn't bother to read the Dutan part of the newspaper in his hand, and read the news from the Southern Continent last week to pass the time.

The skills acquired from Secret Puppet can be used almost directly, and the feeling of being proficient in a language in an instant made him sigh, and recalled the painful language learning experience.

The horse's hooves sounded rattling, and they were advancing on the dirt road at a leisurely pace.

From time to time, people from the Southern Continent in ragged clothes can be seen on the side of the road. These homeless people are alone, wearing clothes made from sacks.Some were alone, some with their families, and they walked towards the southwest like them.

They were numb, sluggish, and moved forward slowly like machines or living corpses, even if they were almost stepped on by a horse's hoof, they had no other reaction.Only the eyes of the children who appeared occasionally still had some brilliance in their eyes, but they were not as lively as they should be at this age. Instead, they revealed a shrewdness and calmness that made Klein's hair stand on end.

When the first person appeared in Klein's field of vision, he stopped the car, gave the other person a piece of dry food bread, and received a few stammers of thanks.

"They're refugees, refugees."

When Klein stopped the car for the first time, Ms. D also got out of the car, and said a few words to these refugees in a more proficient Dutan language:

"Look, they have calluses on their fingers. They are either farmers or handicraftsmen... They came from the east, and many people are coming from there. After the independence of the Balam Empire, the people of the southern continent were oppressed more violently and exploitation, their land was taken from them, and the unlucky ones were driven out of the plantations, only to go west."

After Ms. D asked about the information, she returned to the car and pulled up the curtain. Her presence would cause uneasiness and panic among the refugees.

When the second and third people appeared on the way forward, Klein also walked down and delivered some food.

After being reminded by Ms. D, Klein noticed that many people had calluses on their fingers and palms, probably textile workers.

"The Southern Continent doesn't seem to have that many mechanical looms."

Klein expressed his feelings: "Because of the introduction of machinery in the Northern Continent, the textile workers have paraded many times." Unfortunately, it was of no use.

Ms. D smiled: "But the legislation stipulates that textile workers in the Southern Continent cannot work for private companies other than the company, otherwise they will be whipped and paraded through the streets."

Klein was dumb again.

Before he had walked ten miles, the dry food he bought just in case was used up.He can only let the horses speed up and reach another city for supplies as soon as possible. Fortunately, they are all mid-order Beyonders who don't get hungry easily.

At this moment, his mood was barely considered good.

But soon, the fourth, fifth, sixth... countless people in rags and in need of help appeared in front of his eyes.

Even sending out all the dry food was not enough, even exchanging all the cash he carried with him for dry food was not enough.

When you find one ant in the ground, you will soon find countless ants.Leaving the identity of Dwayne Dantès, when the perspective gradually descends from nobles, high society, and the extraordinary world to common people, poor people, and slaves, it is like inadvertently glancing at one's own feet, being overwhelmed by the huge number of ants and their ants. The body was horrified.

He didn't try to feed one or two of them, because that might have made things worse.

The wanderers fell down as they walked, some could stand up, and some never woke up again.They lay there, waiting for stray dogs and vultures, and feeding the wild animals was the last good thing they could do.

Klein could only remain silent, silent.

The carriage rattled forward and walked into the wilderness, leaving dust, people, and the gorgeous world far behind.

573
In the city of Gurain.

After a few hours of sorting and summarizing, the Red Gloves collected and classified all the communications of Ulika, Ince Zangwill's main contact person, over the past few months.

Facing the siege and interception of the red gloves, Ulika chose to cut off his tail to survive, but still failed to escape with his life. Before he died completely, he was channeled by the red gloves and obtained specific information.

"Ince Zangwill's last communication was in early April? Then he disappeared completely..."

According to Ulika's testimony, Soest found the letters corresponding to March-April, and saw that the strokes on them were quite messy, probably written in an extremely emotional and unstable state.

These words even made Soest's spirituality start to shake, so he could only glance at them briefly:

"Ince Zangwill felt that his loss of control was getting worse...Ince Zangwill said that he had hallucinations and auditory hallucinations, but these hallucinations did not belong to anything he had seen...Inducing degeneration? "

Seeing these words, Soest had already started to feel dizzy and his tinnitus continued.

He had no choice but to look away, silently recited the goddess' honorable name several times in his heart, and continued to look down after regaining his mood and spiritual stability:

"Ince Zangwill said that his auditory hallucinations are always urging him to release the evil thoughts in his heart and satisfy his desires..."

"He tried to recall when he started to experience these changes, but he couldn't think about it..."

"He always feels that another personality has been produced in his body, and he will wake up after he falls asleep and kill..."

After quickly browsing a few pages, Soest put down the letter again. He pressed his throbbing temple, took a deep breath, and turned his gaze to the other red gloves.

"What do you guys think?"

Leonard was quite sensitive to some of the words, so he spoke first: "Captain Soest, Ince Zangwill mentioned in his letter that after losing control, he began to show depraved, lustful, and killing tendencies? According to previous reports Comparing the records, these behavioral tendencies are not like the performance of the 'Corpse Collector' or 'Sleepless' pathway, but rather like what we have dealt with before... criminals, that is, the demon pathway!"

Soest nodded appreciatively:

"You're very observant."

"You mean, Ince Zangwill may have been tainted by the devil's path?"

Daly Simone habitually stroked the silver ring on her ring finger with her fingers, thinking about adding to Leonard's guess: "I think your guess is very reasonable. However, if it is possible to pollute a demigod, if it is Sealed items should be at level 1 or above, and have been in contact with them for a long time, and the same goes for Extraordinary..."

"We have all participated in the hunt for the 'Apostle of Desire' Jason Beria. The demons in Sequence 5 have regarded killing as normal as breathing. If Ince Zangwill is accompanied by a 'demon' demigod , it is impossible to disappear all the time.”

"That's right."

Soest nodded again: "According to the inferences of the two of you, I think I can give a new question..."

All the red gloves looked over with bated breath.

Soest glanced at a few pieces of letter paper in his hand from the corner of his eye, moved his fingers slightly, picked out a few, and held them up in front of everyone:

"Perhaps Ince Zangwill hasn't disappeared."

"...It's just that because he suffered some pollution, he made some...unexpected behaviors, which violated the church's perception of him. Therefore, some things that happened will be naturally believed by us to be different from Ince Zangwill has nothing to do."

Made a move that was inconsistent with yourself, so we ignored it during the investigation?

Leonard frowned, and began to think about the files of recent affairs in the church, looking for doubts in them.However, he spent a long time in Backlund and the northern part of the Loen Kingdom, and his knowledge of the cases was limited.

In his mind, Pales Zarathustra snorted:
"coastal."

The others also fell silent, digging possible clues from their memories.

Seeing that everyone was thinking, Soest raised the corner of his mouth, and he opened his mouth: "Everyone—"

"I see!"

As soon as he uttered the first word, Leonard suddenly realized something, and immediately attracted the attention of all the red gloves.

"I see, captain, you are right, Ince Zangwill slipped from our surveillance through some peculiar behavior, perhaps with the help of 0-08. We could have passed the surveillance A coincidence happened to find him, but now, this idea leads us in the wrong direction. Ince Zangwill may have asked for some help from 0-08, but because 0-08 has always had a dead holder His natural nature, he may be pretending, or he may have changed as a last resort, and now it has become pollution, and even made him crazy, on the verge of losing control."

"Yes, so..."

"So we should now make a hypothesis... Through Ince Zangwill's own letters and confessions, we tentatively assume that the contamination he received was the 'demon' pathway, and at the same time, probably coincidentally—"

Leonard paused, emphasizing the word "coincidence", which made all the red gloves present, including Soest, feel a chill at the same time——

Could everything we do and think now be a coincidence that 0-08 is writing?
We came to Gurain, captured Ulika, and just got news and letters from him. Is it a good script?

"Do you still remember the dossier from last month? The southeast coast of the Kingdom..."

Leonard's face became more serious, he pursed his lips, and said: "There have been many strange murders, the victims were killed in many different ways, and they were often tortured before they died, which was horrible, and The murderer has not been caught until now...Combined with Backlund's raging 'Apostle of Desire Case' last year, this incident was also considered by the local church to be a promotion ceremony for a demon."

After finishing speaking, Leonard licked his lips, walked to the coffee table, picked up a cup of tea and drank it down.

Soest took a deep breath and added:

"The latest case happened in Enmat, and the murderer is still at large."

Daly looked at the two of them and said, "You two mean that the murderer may be... Ince Zangwill?"

Leonard and Soest nodded at the same time.

Soster said:

"Now we have completely lost track of Ince Zangwill. Only this case may be related to him."

Leonard interjected: "Even if it's not related, it's good to help Port Enmat resolve this matter."

"Yeah, so, I think we're worth a trip for that."

Soest clapped his hands and stood up, and the red gloves also stood up with the captain: "Okay, tidy up here, I will report the itinerary to the local church, we will leave as soon as possible, and return to Enmat in the Kingdom port."

"Yes!"

The red gloves responded one after another, and began to perform their duties, cleaning up the scene in an orderly manner, taking away valuable documents, and erasing traces.

……

It was a long time after dark, and when it was almost nine o'clock, the carriage finally arrived at the next city in the target.

The city has not yet been occupied, but there is already a tendency to surrender, and the nobles in the city have begun to transfer.

Before entering the city, Klein exchanged places with Ms. D in silence, and Klein, with a face of Southern Continent blood on his face, entered the carriage.And Ms. D, who has a bright appearance, simple clothes, and noble temperament, sits next to the secret puppet who is the driver. This is the best pass.

Sure enough, they entered the city without any hindrance.

The guarding soldiers just took a look at this noble lady, and immediately let her enter the city with a flattering smile. Ms. D also skillfully grabbed a handful of copper pennies from her handbag and threw them among the soldiers and the crowd.

Clinking, crackling.

People bent down one after another, scrambling for coins on the ground.

"I have some friends here who can live in a slightly better house." After entering the city, Ms. D reported the name of the hotel and the approximate location, "My friends will probably invite me to dinner, Mr. X, let's go first Let’s part here, and see you later.”

"Ok."

Secret Puppet Enzo got out of the car, and Ms. D pulled up the rein by herself, walked along the road that was rarely traveled, and quickly disappeared around the corner.

"Let's go and fix dinner..."

Klein got up his spirits, bypassed the haggard street girl and the prostitute who was hiding behind the door and gave her eyes quietly, and took his secret puppet Enzo straight into the bustling city, and found a relatively clean restaurant , casually ordered some food.

These foods are not considered delicious, it can only be said that they are large and full, and the strong smell of spices makes him a little overwhelmed.There were still some half-baked ingredients and gritty sand in it. Klein was full after eating one portion, and had to worry about Enzo still having half of the dinner in front of him.

Secret puppets don't need to eat, but food can't just be wasted like that.

At this time, Klein noticed a little girl standing outside the restaurant. She was about eleven or twelve years old. Her hair was clumped and she was as thin as a bean sprout. Only her face was slightly clean.

Her eyes were dark and big, shining brightly, making Klein think of Melissa immediately.

After the death of the sergeant's father, before Klein had to fully support Klein to go to college, Moretti's family had a period of food and clothing. Although Melissa was a little thin, she was definitely not just malnourished to the point of edema.

Outside the door, the little girl in a dirty sarong looked greedily at the food in the restaurant, swallowing her saliva with difficulty.

Klein beckoned to her and asked Enzo to stand up.The little girl looked around and saw that there was no one else around, so she ran over without thinking, and at Klein's signal, she grabbed most of the pancakes and food left on the plate with her hands, and put them directly into her mouth stuffed.

The food was decreasing at a speed visible to the naked eye. Klein looked at the dirty hands and hesitated to speak, saying nothing.

After the little girl wolfed down her food, her big black and white eyes turned to the stranger.

Seeing the plate that had been licked clean, Klein had mixed feelings, but he was still relieved.Just as he was about to leave, the little girl came over suddenly, sat on his lap, took Klein's hand, and lifted her sarong up.

Klein's pupils shrank suddenly, and it took him a second to realize what had happened.The huge shock and fear felt like a knife pierced his spine directly, and Klein jumped up suddenly, as if he was holding a hot iron in his arms.

He didn't remember how he suppressed the violent trembling and goosebumps all over his body to appease the little girl, and he didn't remember how he barely kept calm and actually led the secret puppet out of the restaurant in chaos.

Secret Puppet followed closely behind, Klein ran out of that street as if fleeing, and finally stopped on a bridge.

He threw himself on the railing of the bridge, and frantically vomited everything he had eaten that day.

After vomiting until there was nothing to vomit, she still retched with tears uncontrollably, as if she wanted to vomit out all her internal organs.

TBC
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The real policy: Weavers are not allowed to work for merchants other than the company, but the wages weavers can get are only 6% of the cotton price, resulting in unprecedented death rates.