Chapter 197 It’s Better to Be Busy

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The sun slowly sank below the horizon.

The True Creator thought for a long time, and when He finally made a decision, he seemed to see a crisis, as well as incomprehension and rejection from Klein Moretti himself.

"……So be it."

He said to himself in the darkness: "Next, I will test his true heart and kindness."

"Many human beings will act like ordinary people when they are subject to legal and moral constraints. If there are no constraints, they will do all kinds of things that abandon past moral norms for their own benefit."

"Power, wealth, status, most people are good people before they get them, but they quickly become corrupted after they get them. This means that their stance is not firm and their self-control is limited. In the struggle with divinity, such an unstable bottom line will lead to Come a fatal crisis.”

If power is regarded as the foundation of human nature, then the most powerful power is undoubtedly the past, and the same is true for status and wealth.

Tianzun's successors can have weaknesses, but they must not be weaknesses in this area.

But this is no excuse, because at the same time, there are people who can still maintain their true intentions and remain kind even after getting everything.

There were no lights in the office, and the face of the true Creator was smeared in darkness, with only a pair of ruby-like eyes shining brightly.

"...Cline Moretti has initially shown his sense of justice and conscience. So, in the next step, I can give him some help and test whether his moral concepts will change after he obtains benefits. "

"I have to make sure that every chip I have is used to its maximum effect."

There must be more temptations and trials to confirm the personal character of Klein Moretti, and we cannot put all our efforts on him with our eyes closed. If Klein Moretti can't stand the temptation and loses himself, then...

For a second, the True Creator thought of Amon, who would imitate other members of the Aurora Society and pray to him and call him "father".

He remained silent and returned to his seat to sit down.

The Aurora Society, the Iron-Blooded Cross Society, four angels including Medici, dozens of demigods, many mid- and low-sequence extraordinary people and sealed objects, this is already a force that cannot be underestimated, and will even make other righteous gods The strength to sleep restlessly is gone. But as a god, he is not complete enough, which will affect the overall morale and the strength of the believers.

Moreover, just having power and believers is useless. These living forces can surpass one church and can deal with two churches. It does not mean that they have obtained the same resources and status as the Zhengshen Church, nor does it mean that they can win.

"There are too many enemies, and I have been crazy for too long!"

"If I had known it would be like this, I would have stayed in the place abandoned by God and would not have come out."

After saying these two sentences like a complaint, the True Creator had no real intention of immediately taking a boat back to the Land Abandoned by God and dying there.

He leaned back slightly, leaning on the soft chair, staring at the darkening sky outside the window and the faint red moon behind the clouds, and thought of a more important thing after Silver City and the Anchor.

"Fooling history once..."

He spoke softly, with thoughtfulness and determination in his eyes.

If Klein Moretti is really a qualified successor...

"...The god 'The Fool' is an ally of the Creator. He slept in the long past and woke up before the end of time after spanning several eras. As an ally, he bestows relief on the land abandoned by the gods. Therefore, you must believe in him. Fear Him as you fear the Lord.”

"If Klein is qualified, this will be the content of the new holy book."

In the darkness, God sealed this false history and the true future.

At that time, this part of the content will be conveyed to the people in the land abandoned by God through the Angel of the Holy Word and Ouroleus, so that they can convert. There may be resistance, after all, the faith that has been passed down through countless generations for thousands of years is being handed over to another unfamiliar god. But survival is the instinct and highest need of human beings. After seeing the favor of "The Fool" and seeing the sunshine, rain, ocean, peaceful night and breeze of the outside world, the faith honed in the darkness will quietly collapse, allowing them to feel their own heart. Be converted inwardly.

This is also the reason why the True Creator has never let Steve give any help to the God-Forsaken Land, or let the people in the God-Forsaken Land see the outside world.

——Suffering and despair are the whetstones of faith.

——There is God's guidance, firm belief and prayer in the darkness, but the outside world only has sunshine, food and a night that is no longer dangerous.

Faith can stand the test, but human nature cannot.

As for giving unreasonable trials and gifts to an ordinary person, and unreasonably deciding that he will lose part of his humanity in the future for the sake of the human group in exchange for strength and eternity - this act itself is very overbearing and cruel - it is not in the hands of the true Creator within the scope of consideration.

Same reason. Nor is it in the consideration of any deity.

On the turbulent sea, Klein Moretti did not know that his fate had been planned multiple times by more than one god. He had just set foot on land and sent the fat pharmacist Darkwill to the predetermined location, a base of the "School of Life".

And I feel really unhappy about the 30 pounds I lost in gambling.

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Backlund, in an ordinary house.

Ince Zangwill woke up from his short sleep, and his first reaction was to check his body and the surrounding situation. This has become his habit, because he is not sure what kind of evil stories 0-08 will write when he is asleep, which will bring surprises to him.

After confirming that he was not injured and that he stayed in the same place before going to bed and after waking up, he temporarily relaxed.

There were too many things during this period that were beyond his expectations, and even 0-08 could not easily interfere.

The "Great Smog" went smoothly and he got paid, but he didn't feel very happy because it was an extremely unpleasant feeling to find that the person he killed resurrected and appeared in front of him for the second time. Ince Zangwill tried his old trick and used 0-08 to interfere with Klein, but he didn't expect that the vigilant and cunning young fortune teller had already escaped from Backlund and was missing.

Ince Zangwill tried to interfere with Klein's surviving family members, but he didn't expect that the Church of the Night would move a step faster than him. Even if he mastered 0-08, he could not make an effective response and was almost exposed. found his own hiding place.

Ever since he got involved with Klein Moretti, his good fortune (taking away level 0 sealed artifacts from a tightly guarded church, and hiding outside for three years without being caught by the church) seemed to have been overturned. Disappeared. The two Moretti family members have the protection of the Nighthawks of the Church of the Night, so if they take action again, the gain will outweigh the loss.

However, this time the Church moved faster than expected. In addition, the entire Red Glove Team was used to secretly escort him, which clearly hinted that Klein Moretti was probably not an ordinary martyr. Even if he hated him so much, it would not help. .

But right now, these things can only be put aside. Your own survival and promotion are the most important things.

After confirming that he was not injured, Ince Zangwill put on brand new leather boots and stood up.

As expected, he saw 0-08 quietly placed on the desk, like the most ordinary and common quill pen.

However, it had been locked away last night in a metal box layered with symbols and magical markings.

Ince Zangwill walked over solemnly, holding 0-08 in one hand, and opened the notebook next to him with the other hand, and found that there was nearly a page of text there:

“Ince Zangwill didn’t notice anything unusual happening to him, but he was keenly aware of some problems.

"He looked at the mirror and found that he felt strange inside, as if another Ince Zangwill was born inside him.

"He lowered his head and saw obvious abnormalities between the nails of his hands, but he couldn't recall what he did last night..."

After reading this description, Ince Zangwill instinctively looked at the full-length mirror in the room. He saw that he was still blind in one eye. His classical sculpture-like face had no wrinkles, but the corners of his mouth were... But there was a slight smile left, which was in sharp contrast to the solemn gaze.

At this moment, Ince Zangwill felt that his face looked strange, his eyes were deeply sunken, and there was a shadow around him. In the shadows, he had the illusion that his reflection in the mirror was staring at him like a prey. Coupled with that smile that appeared out of nowhere, the whole thing looked very sinister, cruel and weird.

He raised his hands, lowered his head, and saw dry black patches between his fingernails. With a solemn expression, he picked out the black piece and rubbed it gently with two fingers. The piece turned into dark red powder, as if it was a blood clot that had not been washed away between his fingers.

Although he has switched from the "Death" path to the "Night" path and became a "Night Watcher", Ince Zangwill has not lost his previous extraordinary abilities and is still a powerful psychic. Mentor in the field. Therefore, he immediately planned to communicate with the spirits inside and outside the house to understand what happened last night.

At this time, out of the corner of his eye, he caught sight of the last paragraph on the notebook:

"Ince Zangwill tried to channel, but sadly found that he had no success. It seemed that the same professional people had dealt with all the clues. He was very worried. He didn't know what he was involved in last night. whats the matter."

Ince Zangwill's expression became more and more serious, and he tried to channel, but as expected, he did not get any surprising results.

No clues. The lack of clues means that it is impossible to accurately intervene and stop 0-08's behavior. Just when he was about to close the notebook, 0-08 suddenly stood up on its own, jumped onto the notebook under his murderous gaze, and wrote a line of words in a flash.

"Ince Zangwill boldly made a conjecture that he should probably seek help from experts in the subconscious or spiritual field."

0-08 will never give himself a kind reminder. There must be a deeper and worse trap hidden behind the information that seems to be a reminder.

Ince Zangwill glanced at it twice, but did not take this sentence to heart. He grabbed 0-08 and put it back into the sealed object box that could temporarily suppress it for a short while. Then he took the notebook and box, put on another outfit for disguise, and walked out slowly.

His residence is near the East District. It is a place with relatively chaotic security and a large flow of people. Neither the church nor the police will waste time on people investigating activities here, so it is an excellent hiding place.

It seemed to be particularly noisy outside today. Ince Zangwill walked out of the clean and spacious house where he lived, which was quite good in this area. As soon as he turned the corner and walked onto another street, he saw several uniformed police officers. Asking questions to the people around him.

"When did you discover the body?" a serious chestnut-haired police sergeant asked.

The man who may be the first witness raised his hands tremblingly, with a look of fear and uneasiness on his face: "It was this morning, sir!... He is the resident next door, and I am his neighbor. I remember, last time I just moved here..."

"Do you know who he had an argument with?"

"No, sir! He is a friendly man who rarely talks. He often works until midnight..."

"That's right, he rarely gets into arguments with people, sir!" someone in the crowd shouted.

"Well, good... Are there any other residents around here?"

The first witness hesitated: "The big house in front seems to be occupied, but I have never seen anyone there..."

The blond police chief looked at the secretary next to him and asked, "Where is it?"

Ince Zangwill, who was hiding in the corner and observing secretly, frowned slightly. His intuition told him that something unusual happened that had something to do with him.

But he was unwilling to crowd forward with ordinary people regardless of his status, so he chose to call a spirit and let it temporarily act as his eyes and ears to go to the center of the crowd to see what was going on.

The spirit floated to the center of the crowd. Ince Zangwill took a closer look and suddenly felt an endless chill in his heart.

There was a corpse lying in the middle of the crowd. It was a man dressed in worker's clothing. The cause of death was that a big hole was dug out in his stomach and his throat was torn out.

The body lay flat on the ground, with large areas of coagulated blood underneath.

The method of death by dissection of the stomach was reminiscent of the serial murder case a few months ago, so it attracted great attention from the police, and Ince Zangwill had also heard about it. But the victim's internal organs were still there. I don't know if there was no chance to remove them or if they were not needed.

Ince Zangwill looked at the torn throat of the corpse, and felt that the marks and size were somewhat familiar. He couldn't help but stretched out his hand and made a few gestures. After a few seconds of silence, he thought of the dried blood between his fingernails.

The defecting bishop's eyes flashed with the same look of horror as those of ordinary people who witnessed the corpse. He understood something, turned around immediately, and returned to the house before the police chief and the crowd arrived, quickly taking away a few of his clothes. and items.

His body turned into bright colors and disappeared in an instant.

…

In the dream, Daisy returned to the East End and the old apartment where she had lived for many years.

She opened the door and saw her mother Liv and her sister Freya working hard on washing clothes.

Daisy suddenly became happy and wanted to join them in ironing.

Just then, she heard a knock on the door. She turned around and saw that the visitor was a young man wearing a black and white checkered police uniform.

The police officer had dark hair and blue eyes, and his appearance was a little blurry. He held a notebook and a pen and asked:

"In addition to what you have already told in the Capin case, is there anything left that has not been said?"

"Those are not very important things." Daisy replied rather confusedly.

The handsome police officer looked down at his notebook and said, "It doesn't matter, I'm willing to listen."

Daisy looked back at the hanging items of clothing and felt that she had forgotten something.

She honestly described the trivial details and finally said:

"...After I was kidnapped, my mother and sister commissioned a private detective to find me. He was Mr. Sherlock Moriarty. He was a good man. Although he failed to find me directly, he contacted reporters afterwards to help I strive for compensation from the foundation..."

The black-haired police officer with blue eyes raised his head again, glanced at Daisy, and said with a warm smile:

"Very good, I'm very satisfied with your answer.

"Do you remember what that private detective looked like?"

Daisy nodded and was not surprised to see Mr. Sherlock Moriarty appearing next to her.

The great detective had a thick beard and gold-rimmed glasses, no different from how she remembered him.

After taking a deep look at the dark-haired and blue-eyed police officer, Daisy didn't know when he left, nor why her mother and sister in the room suddenly disappeared.

She ran around the East District, looking for familiar figures, and finally woke up from strong depression and sadness. She looked at the dark ceiling of the school dormitory and was stunned for several seconds.

Daisy didn't make a sound, turned her body sideways and buried most of her face into the pillow.

On the edge of the pillow, traces of moisture gradually expanded.

It was Leonard Mitchell who entered Daisy's dream. Although he investigated the common ground between the two cases just to have his own time to do something, he still did not forget the superficial perfunctory. In the end, he was really discovered. Something went wrong.

"In both the Lanerwus case and the Capin case, the private detective named Sherlock Moriarty and his friend the reporter Mike Joseph appeared... Although they were only hovering on the edge of the matter, It's also a direction for investigation. Hey, that Sherlock Moriarty looks familiar. Which wanted criminal could he be?" Leonard recalled what he saw in his dream, put on red gloves, and entered St. Samuel's Church. bottom of.

As soon as he greeted the team leader Sost, he saw a companion approaching and handed over two thin pieces of paper:

"The situation of the red-eyed man in Harvest Church that you want to investigate is here."

"Thank you, want to enjoy lunch together?" Leonard asked with a smile.

The night watcher shrugged his shoulders and said:

"No, as long as you don't give me nightmares anymore."

"Deal." Leonard smiled and took the information.

He stood there, not in a hurry to sit down, and started reading casually:

"Emlyn White, a vampire, currently belongs to the Church of the Earth Mother... He has been missing for a while, and his parents commissioned a private detective to find him. According to a gentleman named Stuart, this case The matter was eventually solved by the great detective Sherlock Moriarty.”

The smile on Leonard's face gradually faded and became quite serious.

"Sherlock Moriarty again?" he repeated the name in his mind.

He was a very young man and surprisingly looked very familiar to me. Who could he be?

TBC

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