Chapter 128 Departure and Investigation

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At the beginning of losing the characteristics of Sequence 1, the Decline King was somewhat depressed.

Less than half a month after acquiring this characteristic, he was forced to cut off his tail to survive, and he had just completed a passionate exchange with the remaining spirit of Fabuti inside to leave his own mark. But the god had to bow his head under the barrier. Moreover, although it was not impossible, he could not kill the goddess of the night right now.

After a brief mood swing, the Declined King regained his composure. I am not an ordinary angel. On the premise that I have level 0 power sealed in myself, I do not need to collect three copies of Sequence One and Uniqueness as required by the ritual in order to be promoted to True God. I only need one copy of Sequence One (already ) and uniqueness. If discarding a dispensable Sequence 1 can reduce your own risk, then you've made money.

If you think about it carefully, this is probably the reason why no one has taken care of Si'a so far. The missing "prisoner" sequence one attribute is most likely in the hands of the Seven Gods. Precisely because he knew that Si'a couldn't become a true god, he wasn't worried - it wouldn't be a problem if he couldn't become a god anyway. And it was because the prisoners lacked this Sequence One that I chose to take the devil's path.

The projection's existence time is limited. After the Decline King thought for a while, he began to recall and list the current information, analyze the current situation and possible next moves:

"The goddess of the night must have convinced me that I am the one blessed by the Mother Tree, and losing the sequence is a big enough lesson for any angel. In this way, as long as I be careful during this period and act as a devil with my tail between my legs, I will not It’s relatively safe to continue to act.”

"He doesn't know my authority, and he doesn't notice that I'm still a projection of the outside world dealing with the aftermath."

"Thank you, Mother Tree."

"In this way, my plan has been successfully accomplished. The True Creator will continue to regard me as a remnant of the past, and in the eyes of the Seven Gods and the Church, I am the favored one of the outer gods, with the same status as Si'a. As long as I If we don’t relax the contamination of the true creation, this information gap will not be discovered. Hey, Si’a is not dead, which shows how big the rift between the seven gods is. So I have nothing to worry about at the moment. I will go too in the worst case. Southern Continent.”

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

"Beloved of the Outer God, Sequence One, there is 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 keep you in confinement for a few days, and then go out directly."

While talking, Amon had already "packed" the house. The owl was standing on the open window with a glass bottle in its mouth, and the original relatively simple decoration of the dusty mansion was revealed in the gap. The house has been vacant for as long as I have lived here, at least more than twenty years.

The Declined King suddenly said: "Amon. I am being focused on now, and you should probably return to the Amon group as soon as possible."

Amon was stunned. He touched his silver crystal monocle with gold wire, and touched the shell wind chime he had just bought but had not hung it up yet. He was a little unbelievable. He even revealed that he secretly played with toys in class and was raped by the class teacher. The expression was as dull as confiscated with a hint of pain.

"OK."

He was somewhat disappointed, but he still agreed.

Regarding returning to the Amon group, they had already discussed ways to do so. The typist has been isolated from the world in the hands of the outer gods for nearly two hundred years, and has long been crossed out from Amon's list, but every Amon has his own corresponding clone destiny. If he suddenly returns to the group, maybe all Amon who met him could see that this was a strange direction and couldn't see his future destiny.

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

"I won't appear in the outside world for the time being. You can look for opportunities to continue to act with the owl, stay in the house and move around, and slowly get closer to the target we locked before, the municipal librarian living in East Chester County. ."

"You can wait until I come out before taking action, or you can try to kill your other self. I don't know when I will be able to come out."

"Kill your other self?"

I haven't been with other Amon for a long, long time. It's a bit difficult to regard other Amon as myself. Will they like shells? Do you like crystal and diamond accessories? Do you like flying chess and mythical stories from the old era? 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 to come."

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

The Declined King looked at him, feeling those turbulent emotions, and finally said: "Okay."

"Considering that I am just a projection, the blessing I promised you 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 any trace of the incompatibility of your destiny."

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

The Outer God nodded, and his body dissipated into spiritual light that fell on Amon. Amon didn't feel any changes, he only felt that all aspects of his 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 but ask softly: "Until now, I have only touched the surface of something specious, which is far from the so-called human nature."

"Do you think I can really understand what it is to be human?"

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

"That is your future. If you don't walk your own path, who can see it?"

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When Leonard entered the Red Gloves team base, others had already arrived one after another. Sost held an action plan and discussed any flaws with several Red Gloves around the desk by the wall.

"Leonard, I'm waiting for you. You are about to go on a search mission. How are you doing?"

In the dark church, Leonard didn't have to worry about his voice being discovered. He pulled up his collar and showed a smile: "There is no problem with my condition, Captain Sost, how long before we set off?"

Seeing that his team members had become much calmer, Sost was in a good mood and nodded: "Eight minutes later. Alyssa is collecting the sealed artifacts needed for this mission." After speaking, he reminded: "Although It is a search, but we must remain extremely vigilant, as there is no guarantee that something unexpected will happen.”

"I see."

After all, this mission is actually equipped with a level 1 sealed object. You can imagine how much hidden danger there will be. This type of mission is the most difficult to do. If nothing can be investigated, it will almost be considered a mission failure. But if something is really investigated, it is very likely to establish a connection with some hidden existence immediately, a fatal connection. . Therefore, there cannot be any relaxation.

Leonard agreed concisely. Seeing that Sost continued to discuss with others, he consciously walked to the empty chair in the room and prepared to rest for a while.

At this time, a tall and graceful shadow came to Leonard's side, and her dress brushed against his shoulders.

This behavior made Leonard, who had his head slightly lowered and looked at his feet in a daze, already know who the visitor was. He raised his head and greeted his acquaintance without any surprise: "Good evening, Ms. Daly. "

"Good evening, future 'Sesima'." Dai Li, who is charming and beautiful with blue eye shadow, made a little joke, stood beside Leonard calmly, and chatted with him casually, "What's wrong? , you smell like a piece of damp moss, is it raining outside?"

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

Leonard shrugged his shoulders, allowing Dai Li to see clearly a palm-sized wet mark from his shoulders to his back. He also said half-jokingly: "I won't be able to hold an umbrella when I go on a mission in a while. I need to take a good soak when I get back." Take a hot bath and wash all your clothes.”

"I also need to light up the fireplace, otherwise, in today's Backlund, my coat and shirt might not be dry for a week."

After hearing this, Dai Li nodded with deep understanding. In the cold and humid winter in Backlund, the stove was simply an indispensable item. It was burning almost all day long. It is no wonder that the Parliament has been vigorously promoting pollution reduction measures during this period. Smokeless charcoal.

Then, she laughed and joked: "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 Dai Li refers to is not the one used in everyday language, but a synonym with other meanings that is very characteristic of Dai Li.

Therefore, Leonard suddenly entered the state of being struck by lightning. He was shocked and terrified. The goosebumps on his back were suddenly aroused, and waves of heat rushed from his spine to his cheeks.

I don't know if it was because of his own guilt, but the red gloves around him who were chatting together in twos and threes immediately began to lose focus, and the corner of their eyes drifted towards the two of them from time to time. Daly smiled and didn't care. Leonard, who was worth the effort, continued to lower his head and look at his toes, counting the holes in the straps that fixed the boot covers. After a while, he calmed down a little and tried his best to look at his toes. Dai Li explained:

"Ms. Dai Li, I think you misunderstood. I don't have a favorite lady, nor do I have the idea of ​​​​attracting a favorite lady."

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

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

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

After saying this, Leonard 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. Staring at a deserted corner.

After about ten seconds, Dai Li turned her head back and said to Leonard: "You have indeed changed a lot. If I were saying this to you in Tingen, you would blush. He immediately jumped up, then couldn't speak clearly and fell down with his left foot and right foot."

Tingen…

Time takes away some things, sadness and memories, but there are some exceptions. Even time cannot dim them. These things will pierce your heart like a needle or a nail, getting deeper and deeper until it becomes a tacit secret.

The wound seemed to be healed, but fresh blood would always flow out when fiddled with.

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

Then he heard Dai Li smile narrowly: "Of course, young Mr. Mitchell may not understand at all and just stares at me with innocent eyes. Sure enough, in other places, you also have quite a few It’s made progress.”

...Ms. Daly——! ! !

This sentence immediately extinguished the little flame of sadness that had just risen in Leonard's heart. Just when Pales burst into laughter in Leonard's mind that he couldn't hold back, he kept raising his eyebrows. Sost, who eavesdropped on the team members' conversation, stood up in time, coughed slightly, and saved Leonard who was in great distress:

"Time is up."

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

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

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

"The resident at No. 5 King Street, Cherwood District, is suspected to be related to the devil." Leonard hid in the darkness, recalling the contents of the anonymous reporting letter. Strictly speaking, this letter is ridiculously short, only one sentence, but it contains a lot of information.

In normal times, such letters would not be given special attention. Nighthawks would be dispatched as usual to observe and investigate the source of the report letter. They might also find out that cult members are at odds with each other. However, now is a special period. The serial murders caused by the "Apostle of Desire" and his associates and the assassination of the Duke are still vivid in our minds. At first glance, when he saw the report letter from the devil-related person, Archbishop St. Anthony directly prayed to the goddess at the end. After the ceremony, it was decided to send Red Gloves to investigate.

It was not yet certain whether the "relevant person" was a "demon", so Sost did not immediately apply for the right to use the silver armor. What's more, the use of this item was too noisy, and the residents hundreds of meters around would not have been dispersed first. No way.

Sost sent the news to the Red Glove Gate about the start of the battle by falling into a dream. The level 1 sealed object began to operate. The entire villa and the surrounding environment became blurry, and the Red Gloves felt more relaxed.

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

The door of the villa slowly opened, revealing the dark interior of the house, with thick dust accumulated on the floor and furniture. If it weren't for your dreams, you Red Gloves can already imagine the dust rising when the door is opened. It seems that no one has been here for a long time.

Although it is very dusty, it is very, very clean here.

There were no footprints, no fingerprints, no traces of any movement, and the thickness of the dust was even, as if not even the wind had entered.

"There are 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 the traces left by ordinary birds or animals." Sost saw the shallow scratch. Although he didn't take it to heart, he still said, "Take this trace away completely after leaving the dream." .” It 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 except dust in this two-story single-family villa, so they quickly came out with nothing after entering.

"Nothing at all?"

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

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

Leonard frowned and whispered a few words, listened attentively, and finally said hesitantly to Sost:

"Captain Sost, this house is in disrepair. If it was in a small city or a holiday villa in the countryside, it would probably be unoccupied for decades."

"However, this is Backlund. If a villa with a strategic location for wealthy businessmen and nobles has been abandoned for so long, the residents nearby will definitely have relevant common sense."

Sost nodded: "Go on."

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

"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 that all his colleagues looked puzzled, Leonard quickly finished his words: "At the same time, he does not live in this house... Hey, I don't know what to say! He does live in this house, But it’s not on this floor where the furniture is?”

"Maybe it's like...the spirit world? The same coordinates, but in different dimensions?"

After saying this, Leonard saw the looks of surprise or surprise from his colleagues, and Captain Sost looked at him approvingly.

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

TBC

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Seeing that both the typist and Leonard have made progress, I am really happy and happy!