“Cancun rhymes and folk stories?”

After Luo Ya left, Aluma, who was standing beside him, put down the photo in her hand and asked Zhou Li curiously: "Zhou Li, do you think these three monsters and nursery rhymes have anything to do with folk stories?"

"Do you remember that I told you on the airship that Jordan has another nickname besides the fog?"

"Of course I remember."

Emma closed her knees together, shook her body slightly, and replied, "What you told me is that Jordan is also known as the capital of grotesque."

Zhou Li took the teacup beside him, put the sugar cubes into the black tea, and slowly stirred it up. "The reason why Jordan became a weird city is mainly because of a man and his 1,001 books."

Jordan in English-South slang means "the place of agreement". Legend has it that when the establishment of the South of England, an ordinary human wrote a thousand weird stories in Jordan. Werewolf, vampires, bandage monsters, skeletons and other monsters that only exist in people's fantasy appeared in his writing and appeared in books.

Originally, this should be just a story of a talented writer. However, in the records, this writer, whose name was unknown, did not stop writing after writing the 1,000-year-old book "Carlos's Doll Maid". He quit his job in the publishing house, locked himself in the house, and began to write the 1,01-year-old book "Divine Maid".

Since that day, he has not communicated with anyone. He has cut off all social relationships and given up invitations from the upper class. The writer locked himself in a small room and gave up everything except writing frantically. He kept writing, but no matter how he exaggerated the horror in the book and created even more weird monsters, the 1,001 weird book he wanted to write did not appear.

Over time, people gradually forgot that man who was called the father of the strangeness also forgot the 111th house of Baker Street, which was uninhabited. Because it has been a hundred years since the man published his last romance, no one would care about a lunatic who disappeared a hundred years ago, and no one would remember him.

"But the weirdos remember him."

Zhou Li put down the cup that had already reached the bottom and faced Eluma who was listening to the story with concentration, Zhou Li's voice was a little low.

"No one knew at that time. The 1,001 weird book was actually written out long ago."

"The writer is the ultimate weirdness."

The writer died, and there was no ink or paper in his room, and the last pen was completely scrapped. And he himself had no strength to lift the pen and write down the characters.

However, his book was written.

Human velvet paper, blood is turned into ink, and bones are pulled out as pens.

He used himself to write the last weird book.

"Where is that book?"

When Zhou Li finished the story, Eluma raised her head and asked in confusion: "Where did this book end up?"

"It's burned."

Zhou Li shrugged his shoulders, removed the black fog used to create the atmosphere, and said to Eluma in a relaxed tone: "How can this kind of thing be kept? After finding this book, the British government threw it into the fire and burned it. Otherwise, what? Keep it for trouble?"

"Oh~"

Hearing this, Eluma lay on the table, pouted her lips and made a puff sound, and then smiled and said to Zhou Li, "That's pretty good, so that no one will be injured by such a weird thing."

"Oh."

Zhou Li smiled and touched Aluma's hair. Aluma's eyebrows were like crescent moons and smiled. The sunlight outside the window quietly appeared and fell beside the two of them.

A week has passed since signing the contract with Roya. During this period, Zhou Li found a street-side single-family house with a relatively superior geographical location. Relying on the official identity of the "famous Jordanian detective" to control the panic, Zhou Li bought the house without going through too many procedures and used it as his and Eluma's residence and work location in the south of the UK.

In the early morning, as the bell echoed, Roya came to the door.

"Is there any clue?"

During this week, the monsters seemed to take care of Zhou Li and went to buy a house without any action. There was no problem except that the werewolf still said nothing. There were also clues about vampires and bandage monsters, but they were not formed. Zhou Li and the kite detective were helpless.

Today, Luo Ya's arrival brought Zhou Li a good news and a bad news.

"Mr. Fords, I have bad news and good news here, which one do you want to hear?"

Faced with Luo Ya, who was increasingly involved in his relationship with him and even made some jokes, Zhou Li pushed the black tea in front of him and said with a smile: "Let's talk bad news first, I prefer to make the worst plans."

"The bad news is that the king is dead."

"oh."

Zhou Li nodded, then he picked up the sugar-added milk tea in front of him, put it on his mouth, suddenly raised his head and asked in surprise: "What? Wait for a moment what did you just say?"

"The king is dead."

Facing Zhou Li with a look of surprise, Luo Ya repeated the words just now and added: "Just a week ago, King William III was found dead in his bedroom. He was crucified and his body was carved with red patterns."

Luo Ya took out a photo from his waist and handed it to Zhou Li. Zhou Li took the photo and saw a naked man with a wide body, fat, graceful and luxurious cross. The man was crucified to the cross. Four thick and long irons fixed him firmly on the red wooden board through his limbs, and a hideous silver nail penetrated through his face, destroying his face.

What Zhou Li cares most about this photo is that on the man's naked skin, there are a bunch of red lines that seem to be disordered, but in fact, it is disorderly and disorderly all over his body.

"This line..."

Zhou Li narrowed his eyes and whispered to himself: "I seem to have seen it somewhere."

"Your memory is not wrong." Luo Ya seemed to know what Zhou Li meant, nodded and said to him: "According to the information we collected here, on the night when the werewolf committed the crime, this kind of line was everywhere on the blood moon outside the window."

"Seven days ago it was the king, then Duke Mintz, then Earl Asman, and finally the boss."

Zhou Li's brain was running rapidly, and he instantly put all the clues that could be connected together.

"Roa, I'll ask you a question."

He raised his head and Zhou Li asked Roya with a serious face, "Duke Mintz, Earl Asman, and that boss, have you all been exposed to the Gospels?"

"That's right."

Luo Ya nodded and said in agreement: "We have noticed this long ago. In fact, the professions of these three people are given by the Gospels."

"The Duke of Mintz's profession is a hunter, the Earl of Asman is a healer, and Hillary is a mathematician. They all listened to the Gospels when they were twelve years old and became professions."

"Where is the king?"

"The king's profession is a leader, and this is not given to him by the Gospels."

When facing Zhou Li's inquiry, Luo Ya replied carefully: "King William III's profession was given by the leadership union, and he had never been exposed to the Gospels in his life. It is precisely because of this that we are very troubled now."

At this moment, Luo Ya's communicator sounded. He made a gesture and put the communicator next to his ears and began to communicate with the people opposite him. After a while, Luo Ya put down the communicator and said to Zhou Li with a serious expression:

"Mr. Fordes, the latest news is that the Gospel Cathedral where the Gospels are located was attacked and is now asking for support."

"Walk."

Without hesitation, Zhou Li got up and opened the wardrobe, put on a gray-black standing collar windbreaker. At this time, Aluma, who had just woken up, walked out of the house and asked Zhou Li sleepyly:

"What's wrong? Are you going out?"

"Oldly, I have the key."

Zhou Li, who had already set up a ban in the house, reminded Eluma, and then he picked up his cane and left the house with Roya.

“Okay~~~”

Waving in the direction of Zhou Li's departure, Eluma yawned a long time, then she walked towards the dining table, muttering words in her mouth,

"I get up late and breakfast is in the second cabinet. If Zhou Li leaves alone and doesn't open the door for strangers, black fog..."

Aluma walked to the sofa, gently gathered the black fog on the sofa handle, and placed it on his shoulder like a cat. After gently touching the black fog, Aluma walked towards the kitchen and looked for breakfast.

At this time, Zhou Li had already boarded the military vehicle that Luo Ya had just repaired and drove quickly towards the Gospel Cathedral.

"Have the enemy type confirmed?"

In the car, Zhou Li asked Luo Ya on the side, "How many people, what type of enemies are, and what strength are?"

"It's hard to describe an enemy of type to you, and its strength is at least at the peak of brilliantness."

After calmly answering Zhou Li's question, Luo Ya finished drifting beautifully and hit the stone pier. With the powerful performance of the military vehicle, the stone pier broke and the car was fine.

After passing the last intersection, Zhou Li and Luo Ya came to a higher platform. The two got off the car and came to the edge of the platform, and saw the enemy who was hitting the barrier of the cathedral.

A huge monster about twelve meters long and made of white bones all over his body waved the bone rod in his hand and kept hitting the barrier of the Gospel Cathedral. With the sound of rumbling, broken bones flew everywhere, and a sharp bone suddenly formed on the falling ground and burst out from the ground, and the breath of blood and death came towards him.

"Skeleton?"

Zhou Li narrowed his eyes, and he seemed to have thought of something, and a curve that was not easy to detect was curled up in the corner of his mouth. Then he looked at Luo Ya on the side and asked in a deep voice: "How long will it take for the fastest legion to come here?"

"Today is Thanksgiving, half of all the Legion are on vacation..."

Facing the oppressive skeleton giant, Luo Ya's face looked very ugly. "The rest of the people did not eat for prayer, and only drank a little water at six o'clock in the morning. Now the legion that can be mobilized and has the ability to move is only the fourth team of the Templars, but because the fourth team is stationed far away, it will take thirty minutes to arrive at the earliest."

"According to the people inside, this shield can only last for ten minutes."

Upon hearing this, Zhou Li felt speechless. In addition to making the aboriginal people underground grateful, this Thanksgiving Day is only useful for invasion by outsiders. In such an important city as Jordan, there is no second legion with combat effectiveness to support him after such an emergency occurs. No wonder the crime rate has remained high all year round.

As for attacking the skeleton giant with Luo Ya, Zhou Li didn't even think about it. The main reason for dealing with the werewolf last time was that the time was tight and his own strength was that he could crush the werewolf. Of course, justice's sneak attack also occupied a large part of the reason. But that was a werewolf, at least a human species, with a throat, a neck and a slag, and it was something that could activate back pricks.

This skeleton giant is twelve meters high, and even if Zhou Li is given ten minutes, he can carve a loyalty on it.

“Can you contact the nearest arsenal around?”

After hearing Zhou Li's inquiry, Luo Ya suddenly understood something. He quickly took out the communicator and started to contact each other. After a while, he gave the answer.

"There is an arsenal twelve kilometers away from here."

"You go drive... forget I'll drive, let them prepare enough blasting gunpowder and launch devices."

After saying that, Zhou Li flew directly into the car, kicked the accelerator and got stuck on the tree stump aside. After kicking the stump in anger and driving into the sidewalk, Zhou Li followed Luo Ya's instructions to speed towards the arsenal.

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“Hu~Hu~Hu~Hu~”

Looking through the books about the customs and customs of the South in his hand, Aluma, sitting on the lounge chair, shook her smooth calves, and bulged her cheeks and gently blew the black mist in front of her.

Dongdongdongdongdong.
To be continued...