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

187

"Courage and sacrifice?"

The Declined King put down the newspaper in his hand, looked at Amon, and asked again: "Do you want to learn courage and sacrifice?"

Amon touched his eyes: "It's not that I want to learn, I just want to understand what this is."

"Is this what your father said to you?"

"Yes."

"It's very simple. Let me ask you a question." Outer God returned his gaze to the newspaper calmly, "Since this is your father's expectation of you, are you willing to die for your father?"

"..." Amon pinched his monocle again, with a normal smile on his face, "Are there any causes and consequences? I mean, what happened to me that made me die, and what can I get in exchange for my death? "

"There is no need for any cause or effect." The Declined King turned a page of the newspaper, "You just need to answer me whether you are willing."

"...all of me will die?"

"right."

"Will father resurrect me in the future?"

"Ask your father this kind of question when the time comes."

"..." Amon pondered for a while, then slowly found a place to sit down, frowning, and the mask-like smile on his face showed a distressed look due to his thinking. He remained silent for an exceptionally long time. It was only when the Outer God had read the entire newspaper and changed to the next book that Amon finally spoke, "I don't know until then."

"I think I will run away. My father is half the old man, so his spirit can be regarded as immortal and will remain in his path forever. He will return one day. Since he has existed forever, it doesn't seem to matter whether his body survives. Meaning. I will try to avenge Him. If I can still be resurrected, dying for my father is not unacceptable. If He is unwilling to resurrect me, or cannot survive even if I sacrifice Him, then I will run away."

"Hmm." The Declined King was noncommittal, "Then are you interested in the so-called courage and sacrifice?"

"Apart from my father's expectations, I'm not interested."

"Yes." The Outer God answered him calmly, "You are a mythical creature. Why do you have to let all your power serve humans?"

188

Late at night, on a dark and remote road in the East District, a girl carrying a big bag full of old clothes walked cautiously.

She wore an old but neat light blue dress and a white apron. She looked around cautiously as she walked, and tried to choose a road with gas lights, so she took a long detour and wasted a lot of time. She was obviously aware of the recent rampant kidnappings. But today's work has been busy until now. If I go back before it gets dark, I won't be able to buy bread tomorrow. For her future livelihood, even if there are kidnappers operating outside, she must bite the bullet and work until late at night.

Just walk through this alley and you'll be home...

She whispered to herself to cheer herself up.

The girl stood under the dim gas street lamp and looked carefully at the dark alley. The light can only illuminate the entrance of the alley, and there is darkness two meters away, like a big mouth that chooses people to eat, which makes people feel panicked.

The girl took a gentle breath and walked in more cautiously. Step by step, she slowly looked around, trying not to make any noise. When she reached the middle of the alley, her tense expression and body showed signs of softening, and her steps became slightly brisker.

At this moment, a closed wooden door on the left side of the alley suddenly opened, and a gauze coated with ether was hidden in a hand to cover her mouth and nose! The girl's eyes suddenly widened, she held her breath subconsciously, and struggled violently, then another hand stretched out from the darkness, hooked her neck fiercely, and dragged her into the dark house.

boom. With a soft sound, the wooden door closed, and the alley returned to silence.

"This little girl is quite strong."

Feeling that the strength of the struggle in his arms was getting smaller and smaller, someone in the darkness sneered: "Let's see how many seconds you can last."

At this time, he felt something sticky and cold being slapped on his cheek and slowly sliding down. Is it water? This dilapidated house is leaking?

But it hasn’t rained recently...

"...Ahhhhhhhh!!" The kidnapper suddenly screamed heartbreakingly, letting go of the girl he had imprisoned, and scratching her cheek desperately, the thing was sliding down, and was Along the way, there was a burning pain like peeling skin and gouging out bones! The kidnapper struggled to get out the matches and stumbled to the only broken mirror contained in the hut. Crack. With a soft click, the match was lit, illuminating his vision.

He saw another human face in his own face!

It turned out that what fell on his face was a piece of flesh and blood! The piece of flesh and blood devoured his skin, digging a gap in his body, and a strange human face grew out of it! The face was expressionless, dull and terrifying, and it kept moving, as if it was trying to get out of his body.

At this time, he heard a slight cough behind him.

The girl who he thought had lost the ability to resist slowly sat up, took out a bottle of irritating potion from her pocket and took a deep breath, then her nose and tears flowed out.

"Woo... Finally... Wuwu... I took the bait..."

The girl was so choked that she wiped her tears while speaking.

No matter how dull he is, the kidnapper knows he is trapped. The crack growing on the human face has reached to the shoulder, and half of the face has completely lost consciousness. He gritted his exposed teeth ferociously, endured the pain and took out a small signal lamp from his sleeve, then lit the match that had not been extinguished and threw it into the sky.

In the dark night sky, a firework suddenly exploded.

…

By the time the person who grew out of the crack had completely emerged from the kidnapper's body, he had become a skeleton with stretched human skin, without any blood or internal organs, like a mummy that had been dried for several years.

There were faint footsteps in the distance, and the flesh-and-blood puppet who had been given fixed instructions had an expressionless face. Alia, who was acting as a bait, quickly closed her eyes, fell to the ground and continued to pretend to be faint. The flesh puppet bent down and took out the wallet and watch from the kidnapper's mummy. Suddenly, a whip came out from the air and hit the flesh puppet's wrist hard, cutting off his hand at the wrist!

Bang bang bang! The bullets were fired continuously. Three bullets were shot into the flesh puppet's eyes and eyebrows at precise angles, instantly destroying his (non-existent) brain. The powerful impact blew away his skull, and the red blood and muscle tissue were blown away. Splashed several meters behind him.

"No wonder he dares to hinder us. He turns out to be an extraordinary person."

The revolver in Katie's hand was emitting smoke, and the soft whip held in her other hand was dripping with blood. A cruel smile appeared on her scarred face: "Die here."

The flesh puppet was thrown into a backward position by the recoil, making it impossible for humans to maintain balance. However, it did not fall down, but slowly stood up straight again. He turned his face to Katie, his head was broken, and where the eyes were originally there was only a ball of bloody flesh with two bullets embedded in it. The reflection of the brass made them look like a pair of real eyes. Even Katie, who was ruthless and loved to torture her opponents, couldn't help but feel a chill.

"wrong!"

I thought this was a low- to mid-sequence extraordinary person who was good at flesh magic or controlling corpses, but Katie's spiritual intuition suddenly sent out a signal of alarm and panic! She immediately emptied the magazine of the flesh puppet, beating him into a pile of broken bones and rotten flesh that was completely unable to stand up, and imprisoned him with extraordinary abilities. At this time, the minions she brought finally arrived at the scene. Seven or eight people stood scattered outside the alley, each covering their faces tightly, like a wall that even light could not penetrate.

Katie had no doubt that he was there and immediately ordered: "You guys are here to guard, I will go back and report to Mr. Heras now..."

"Hee hee hee."

"Hee hee hee."

"Hahahahahaha."

Before she could finish her words, the seven or eight men suddenly burst into strange laughter. Katie's hair stood on end. She jumped back and loaded six bullets at a speed that was difficult for soldiers to achieve. When she landed, she took a shooting position without thinking and fired four shots in a row. It was extraordinary. The force attached to it, and the brass-colored bullet accurately penetrated the heads of the four people, blasting a big hole in their heads.

The four fell down and melted together.

The other three people also smiled strangely and blended together.

Then, the flesh and blood surged upward and turned into a human form.

Mr. A walked out of the filthy pool of blood and looked at Katie, who was facing an enemy, with crazy and sinister eyes: "Let me redeem your sins."

“Only death can forgive the sin of kidnapping the Lamb of our Lord.”

189

Alia sent the old clothes to the people who had just been resettled yesterday. There were nine people crowded in the warehouse. I heard that there were originally more than ten, but someone ran away during the night, including an old woman.

The old woman seems to be a pretty devout believer in the goddess, and everyone is discussing whether to move out immediately to prevent her from reporting this place to the priests in the Church of the Night Goddess.

However, these matters are the responsibility of the Aurora Society. When the time comes, the people will be moved away, and the bed sheets, bedding and clothes will be burned, and the people around them will be able to deal with it if they prove it. The flow of people in the East District is terrifying every day. Unless there are tens of thousands of people suddenly missing, or there is a large-scale spread of cults or demonstrations, the church will just register and not take it seriously, let alone He said he was tracking down the whereabouts of the refugees.

She looked at her precious pocket watch. It was already past ten o'clock, and the red moon was high. This pocket watch was a gift from Dean Norma to congratulate her on her admission to college. It was plated with silver, inlaid with a circle of gold wire, and engraved with her name. It was one of the few things that truly belonged to her.

"Ah, Miss Maria!" Alia saw the person in charge who was talking to the blue-haired uncle and went up to say hello cheerfully, "I met the kidnapper and successfully completed the task!"

"But it seems that no one else was kidnapped, only me...Mr. Ernst said I was too thin, is that true?"

"Did you meet the kidnapper? Were you injured?"

Maria became nervous all of a sudden, strode up to Aliya, looked up and down and finally breathed a sigh of relief: "It's fine. You are indeed too thin. You must eat more during the few years of college."

"The school cafeteria is delicious, but too expensive."

Aaliyah, who came to the work-study program for a week, stuck out her tongue: "It's delicious with bacon on the bread, and it would be even better with some butter."

"Okay, if you successfully complete the task, I will reward you with a small jar of cream." Maria also showed a slight smile, "Mr. A hasn't come back yet?"

"Mr. A killed the kidnapper. The extraordinary person who was attracted ran away when he saw him. He chased after him, and I took the opportunity to run back."

Alia handed a large bag of old clothes to her blue-haired uncle and helped him distribute simple coats and shirts. She happily got a can of her favorite whipping cream and decided to take it to the school dormitory tomorrow to spread on it. Eat slowly on toast. Well, I will also write to Dean Norma this week and tell her that I saw Admissor in Backlund. Admissor is now very smart and a normal person, and he can learn to read and write at a very fast rate. It’s very fast and you can study in a normal school!

"You can sleep at my place tonight. It's too late now. Get up early and go to school tomorrow. I can treat you to breakfast."

After saying that, Maria's spirit moved slightly. She looked at the shadow on the wall outside the door and frowned slowly: "Mr. A?"

"it's me."

A woman's voice answered her.

Maria saw a tall, sinister-looking woman with sinister eyebrows. She had a revolver and a soft whip hanging from her waist. She looked like a mercenary, but her temperament was somewhat solemn and solemn, which was very strange.

"Is this one of Capin's men?" Maria felt it with her heart, and then frowned deeply, "A mid- to low-sequence "Judge"... It's just like my worst expectation, but the Judge is not Are the police and military using the orthodox channels? Why would they work for a trafficker like Kaping? Is he a bounty hunter or a mercenary?... Or is Kaping’s current power and business so great that he is protected by the military?”

"This is none of my business."

The woman's expression was fierce, but her eyes were dull. Mr. A's voice came from her chest and abdomen: "As long as I leave her body, she will die immediately. I will return to Kapin tonight and deliver the complete body tomorrow." I’ll give you the route map, I’ll stay there for a day, and you can help me depending on the situation.”

"good."

Maria breathed a sigh of relief.

Seeing that she agreed, Mr. A controlled the woman's body and returned the same way, taking the body and traces of the battle to Kapin's mansion.

190

Early Thursday morning, Klein went to the cheap cafe in the East End as agreed. Old Kohler, still wearing the thick jacket from before, was sitting in the corner, pairing a loaf of black bread with tea that had almost no tea flavor.

Klein came to the opposite side of him, took out something he had prepared long ago, and pushed it to the other person. It was a fund consisting of two 5-sulu banknotes, four 1-sulu banknotes, and a handful of copper pennies specially used to increase the effect.

Old Kohler looked at them straight for a while, then stretched out his right hand and took them tremblingly.

He looked at it repeatedly, raised his hand to wipe his eyes, and said with a smile: "At the dock, we carry heavy goods and do some troublesome cleaning in the cold and dirty water. It only takes about 1 sole a day..."

And there are a full 15 soles here!

Klein listened silently, and after a few seconds he said, "What have you heard recently? What have you noticed?"

Old Kohler's expression changed a little, and he felt a little uneasy. He put away the money, took a sip of tea again, pinched the corners of his eyes and said: "I got to know many dock workers and reestablished contact with friends I knew when I was wandering. They have Some entered the factory, and some were still going back and forth between the workhouse and the corner of the park, oh, just like I used to do...

"Well, another thing is, I heard that there are secret cult activities in the East District recently, but the scale is not large, and I just heard..."

Old Kohler was a little vague, feeling guilty about lying to the reporter.

This... Backlund's well-known cult is nothing more than the Aurora Society? Could it be that after what happened in Lanrewus, they began to pay attention to the poor people in the East District, Dock District and East District, hoping to use them to achieve certain purposes? I wonder if the three major churches have noticed this phenomenon... I guess so... Isn't Miss Maria the local leader here? She is so righteous and outstanding, why would she allow Aurora to preach in the East District? It seems that her men may not be like this, maybe there is actually something in the foundation... Klein sandwiched the butter between two pieces of toast and took a bite without knowing the taste.

Old Kohler rambled on for a while and then said: "Mr. Detective, according to your instructions, I paid attention to the affairs of female textile workers. In the end, with the participation of the police, their resistance failed, but, haha, the leaders became The factory supervisor lost his job, and a third of the people lost their jobs.

"Some of them are actively looking for new jobs, some have become street girls, and some have gone to unknown places. Now it's a mess."

If "Hurricane Lieutenant General" Chilinges was in this situation when he came to Backlund, then he would come to the East District every day to quietly kill one or two people without anyone noticing... Klein sighed in his heart.

Old Kohler continued to tell some daily stories and then said: "By the way, the little daughter of Liv's family disappeared last night."

"Liv?" Klein had never heard of this name.

Old Kohler suddenly said: "It's the washing lady who you and the reporter met last time who had a quarrel with someone. She has been taking her eldest daughter and youngest daughter to do washing work at home, but yesterday, her two daughters delivered clothes On the way back, one of them got lost, the younger one, how pitiful she is. She has been a widow for many years and has been counting on her two daughters, but...hey, the police in the East District will definitely not look for her too hard."

Unfortunate people often have greater misfortune because they do not have the ability to resist risks and change their environment... This passage suddenly flashed through Klein's mind.

He was silent for a few seconds and said, "Take me to see them. I'm a detective. Maybe I can help them find someone."

"...They don't have money." Lao Kohler reminded.

Klein picked up his hat and cane and said:

“I also volunteer occasionally.”

Old Kohler was stunned. He was silent for a few seconds. He suddenly released his right hand that was tightly gripping the coin, took out 13 solers from the 15 solers, and handed it to Klein. In Klein's surprised eyes, he said almost sadly: "I know this is ridiculous, but you are a kind and good person. You are willing to help us, which is already a great blessing. Even if you want to volunteer, Liv Madam will not agree as long as she has a little money. I, when I return the money to you, treat it as my payment for Liv to ask you to find her little daughter."

"2 sulers, as long as 2 sulers are enough, my daughter and I can have food. Mr. Detective, please accept it, please."

TBC

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Speaking of which, Admissor doesn't seem to have a last name. He's just a Tingen-limited tool man who doesn't need any more settings.

Looking back, the plot needs to be sorted out.

By the way, there is one thing that must be said:

The Aurora Society did not suddenly become good people, nor did they change their evil ways. In essence, they are still lambs who only listen to what Zhenzao says. When Zhenzao goes crazy, they will go crazy and kill and set fire. If Zhenzao wants to improve himself, they will immediately follow suit. It is definitely not pious to point out good people and good deeds if they are not seamlessly connected.

It’s not that their consciences have awakened, it’s just that the Lord told them to do so.