White paper.

A piece of white paper was inlaid in a brass map frame, and it was hung in the center of the hall, just like the emperor's new map.

"Wait a moment."

In an instant, Zhou Li reacted. He hurriedly took out the communicator, quickly pressed a set of numbers and broadcast it.

Forget it, call it a mobile phone. The mobile phone in this world propagates "waves" based on the principle of magical magnetic field, and is not much different from the mobile phone on the earth. Therefore, after a hasty busy sound, the abnormal noise caused by the unstable magical device began to vibrate continuously, and accompanied by a long sound, the call ended.

You are even worse than China Unicom.

After putting away the communicator, Zhou Li held his arms and continued to look at the map in front of him, or white paper. His eyes were constantly changing halos, sometimes black fog was filled, and sometimes thunder exploded. The red, white, black and gold colors in his eyes were changed one by one. But it was obviously useless.

Then, Zhou Li took out the communicator again and dialed a number. He dinged twice and the number was connected.

"Hey, is it Jordanian Airlines?"

"Hello, this is Jordan Airlines. Do you have any needs?"

After hearing the sweet business sound opposite the communicator, Zhou Li thought for a while and asked, "Is there an airship leading to the third port of Baiyin City?"

"Sorry, no."

“You can have.”

The woman opposite was stunned for a moment, obviously not expecting that Zhou Li's answer without hesitation was like this. "Sorry, due to the plague problem, all airports in Jordan are now closed. If you want to leave the customs, you must have the signature of the National Parliament."

"Yes, OK."

Zhou Li did not stick to him and hung up the phone directly. As for the so-called signing, he didn't even think about it. Just based on the efficiency of the British Southern Parliament, after the signing was approved, Jordan would probably be able to change its name to Raccoon City.

What's more, the thing that manipulates all this definitely doesn't want to let himself leave.

Looking at the blank map in front of him, Zhou Li's face looked thoughtful. The spreading plague, the weirdness hidden in the shadows, and the existence that controls everything. Now it seems that this city is becoming more and more interesting.

"Don't you want to play games?"

As if he was talking to himself, or to an invisible person, Zhou Li stretched out his hand and touched the blank piece of paper. Then his thoughts moved slightly, and golden lightning suddenly raged in his palm. In a blink of an eye, the paper turned into a black focal sheet and fell on the ground.

"You play games, I play you."

"fair enough."

It seemed as if he heard Zhou Li's words. The window not far away suddenly was blown by the wind, as if responding to Zhou Li. Zhou Li put a gold coin in an empty wooden frame, then turned around and left.

"Let's go home."

Pulling the unsatisfied Aluma, Zhou Li walked towards the direction of the detective office. On the road, they saw many soldiers wearing white protective suits patrolling the streets, constantly reminding residents to reduce the number of outings and avoid close contact. Sometimes the two were stopped by the soldiers, but when they recognized Zhou Li, the famous "Jordanian Detective Star", they saluted respectfully to the two and then continued patrolling.

Of course, although the government advocates reducing the number of outings, it is obvious that urban residents cannot do this. After all, there is no relief or insurance in Jordan, and a family's income source can only rely on residents to work. Therefore, these residents can only buy an isolation cloth wrapped around their faces, and hurriedly lowered their heads to their jobs.

The messy streets, the crowd of people hurried and fearful, soldiers in white protective suits, and vehicles transporting bodies on the streets. All of this formed a suffocating lake. At this moment, Zhou Li felt that the city covered in mist was also sick and fell exhausted in the south of England.

Walking through Lunswang Alley, Zhou Li and Eluma came to a small and exquisite market entrance. This market is Eluma's favorite place on weekdays. In addition to the dazzling array of snacks, the hospitality vendors here also left a deep impression on her.

But today, the market has been completely closed. After asking the soldiers who blocked the gate, Zhou Li and the others learned that it was because a fishmonger named "Joseph" was infected with the plague and forced themselves to continue selling fish, which caused all the people in a market to be infected. There are no living people in this market now.

After learning the news, Eluma, who had always been very happy in the past, fell silent. She picked a bouquet of flowers and placed it next to the market gate. Eluma did not pray for these people because she had long since distrustled the gods. She just lowered her head and mourned for them silently for three minutes. After doing all this, the two continued to walk home.

"This is the plague."

On the way, Zhou Li looked at the corpse carrying out of the corridor and covered with white cloth, and seemed to think of something, his expression was a little dim: "A plague also occurred in my hometown."

"Is it scarier than the one here?"

Eluma turned her head, with pity and purest sorrow in her eyes.

"Well, we don't have magic."

Holy light flashed, and cheers came from a villa. Zhou Li knew that this was a holy light spell worth 150 gold coins, and it required at least the Cardinal's profession to be activated with a halo crystal. Once this spell was successful, the plague was not an enemy of one unit.

"Then have you won?"

Aluma's inquiry made Zhou Li fall into a daze. He shook his head and said softly: "I don't know, I left early, and the plague has just spread."

"But you will win."

Zhou Li did not hesitate at all. He pushed open the office door and said calmly: "That is my home, I still have to go back."

Aluma thoughtful. She knew that Zhou Li was from another world, but she didn't understand that world. Just as she began to ponder, Zhou Li suddenly pressed down with both hands, and the black mist wrapped in golden thunder instantly enveloped the entire house.

"Eluma, back!"

With a angrily shout, the black mist turned into a subtle stinging blade and penetrated the door. With his right hand, the sharp blade formed by the black mist exploded, and golden lightning streaks ravaged the office.

"Hahahahahahahahahahahahahaha!"

A monster that was "stitched" emerged from the lightning. He held a butcher's knife covered with rust and purple light, swung his tongue covered with corrosive saliva, and chopped Zhou Li's neck.

"I'm super, Mondo, right?"

Looking at the overly unrestrained tongue, Zhou Li seemed very amazed, and then he seemed to sense something and suddenly took a step back. When Zhou Li's figure flashed outside the door, a silver crossbow arrow instantly penetrated the neck of the sewing monster, fixing him on the wall next to him.

"Don't be careless, young man."

A vicissitudes of voice sounded from the side, and Zhou Li didn't even look at it. With a wave of his hand, the black fog wrapped the green figure that suddenly appeared behind him. Accompanied by a sound of bone squeezing, a pool of blood slowly flowed out.

In the shadow, the white-haired man slowly walked out, his body of silver nailed leather armor refracting the holy light. He placed the giant crossbow behind him, pulled out the silver sword at his waist, and his face penetrated by the cross scar was not angry. The moment he saw this person, Zhou Li recognized his identity.

Legendary profession - Jay Slott
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