"Name?"

"Aaron Hill."

"Mr. Hill, you should know why you are here."

"Of course I know, SIR." Aaron leaned back on the chair and raised his feet on the table arrogantly. He didn't look like an arrested criminal at all, and yawned lazily.

: "Didn't I recruit them all?"

In the same interrogation room as yesterday, the same two people staged a completely different scene. Major Taylor, who was sitting in front of Aaron, rubbed his temples with a headache and said with an unkind expression: "Do you know that in order to appease me?

How much talk did the Edwards family spend? You just slapped your butt and walked away, only to cause such a big trouble later?"

"I don't want to either." Aaron rolled his eyes. "I can't help it. Who told me to be a bad guy?"

"Tsk."

Taylor shook his head, lowered his head and quickly read again what Aaron had written before he came, which focused on describing the peculiarities of a world of flesh and blood and the seemingly ordinary cauldron.

After reading it again, he asked in confusion: "How long have we been apart? An hour? Why can you encounter such an outrageous thing again? Seriously, with the speed of things happening, why can you only do this in a year?"

Have you encountered seventeen major events?"

"Is it possible that those losers at Scotland Yard only know seventeen pieces?"

Taylor thought for a while, and in view of Scotland Yard's usual wasteful performance, he could only nod with great approval:

"What you said makes sense, but I am speechless."

"So where is the big pot?" Aaron put away his laziness and showed a serious expression, "You didn't open it?"

"Don't worry, no one opened the pot." Taylor nodded, "The superintendent who reported the report was frightened by you, and he didn't dare to move. I was nearby at the time, and it was my subordinate who took over the pot.

It has been designated as a sealed object and should have been handed over to the Xihuo Church for processing. They are professionals."

"Huh, that's good." Aaron, who had always been nervous, finally breathed a sigh of relief, "By the way, designated as a sealed object?"

"Well, designated sealed objects are the collective name for all items containing extraordinary elements." Taylor knew that Aaron knew nothing about extraordinary people, so he took the initiative to explain to him: "Ratings are based on danger. Generally speaking,

Divided into three levels: harmless, dangerous, and natural disaster."

Aaron raised his eyebrows, not knowing what he was thinking.

"By the way, the handcuffs on Sister Philo's hands are a dangerous-level designated sealed object."

"Ah?" Aaron was stunned and asked subconsciously, "Are dangerous-level designated sealed objects just taken out and used as fun props?"

"Pfft!" Taylor couldn't help but spit out a mouthful. He wiped the corner of his mouth with his hand and scolded angrily: "What fun props! Sister Philo doesn't have... Xihuo Church is not as evil as you think!"
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It seems that Major Taylor cannot defend Sister Philo's strange habits without conscience.

"The sealing method of each designated sealed object is different. According to the test of the Xihuo Church, the correct sealing method of that pair of handcuffs is to let it cuff the same person forever. Sister Philo took the initiative to seal the handcuffs.

Handcuffs!"

"Ah, it turns out I misunderstood." Aaron blinked in surprise, his perverted impression of Sister Philo changed 180 degrees, "I didn't expect Sister Philo to be such a great person.

!"

"Uh..." Taylor looked away, "Of course, Sister Philo's personality is also a bit...weird, and I won't deny this. When the Xihuo Church chose to execute victims, Sister Philo was

The only candidate who actively signed up, even if she was not selected, she would have to fall out with the bishop."

Aaron blinked, and his impression of Sister Philo flipped another 180 degrees, reaching an astonishing 360 degrees.

"Ahem! Sister Philo may be a little strange, but her strength is undoubted." Taylor gave a friendly reminder: "We are both Silver-level Extraordinary, and I am far from her opponent."

Aaron raised his eyebrows: "You can't beat that...nun?"

Since their acquaintance yesterday, Aaron has seen Taylor do it twice. The young major's precise and mechanical movements and his rich combat experience have left a very deep impression on Aaron - and he calls himself Silver Level.

Extraordinary people must be much stronger than quasi-silver level butchers.

I didn’t expect that a warrior like him would think he was no match for Sister Philo!

Taylor showed a wry smile: "She is a combat nun trained by the Sunfire Church since she was a child. She has been educated in the combat of extraordinary people since she was a child. How can an extraordinary person like me, who has become a monk halfway, compare with others?"

I really didn’t expect it.

"Speaking of which, aren't you a soldier of the noble faction? Why do you feel so close to the Sunfire Church?"

Aaron did not have a deep understanding of the competition and confrontation between the three forces of Lundini. His understanding of these basically came from newspapers, street stall literature and the gossip of old buddies in the tavern. Brand Taylor, as the most popular one recently

The young soldier has always been the subject of conversation in pubs. In private discussions, he is an aristocratic soldier with a clear-cut stance.

Taylor's father was a baron who could not inherit the noble title, but the person who brought Taylor into the army and promoted him single-handedly was an earl. No matter from every aspect, he was a hard-core noble faction.

"My situation is quite complicated. It cannot be summarized by the nobility, parliament or church. What's more, the three parties of parliament, nobility and church are not clearly defined." Faced with Aaron's question, Taylor just sighed.

In this interrogation room where no sound would be heard, he said calmly: "I'm not a real aristocrat. I can never become the core of the aristocratic family. Do you understand?"

Aaron nodded.

It seems that even a popular military star has his own troubles.

"Okay, let's not talk about this anymore. Let's talk about what you have experienced." Taylor stretched out his hand and knocked on the table. "What you talked about before was just the process of how things developed. Now I want to hear you talk about yours."

Ideas."

Aaron also became serious, sat up straight, and said seriously: "I suspect that the flesh-and-blood world I experienced is directly related to the Ripper serial murder case!"

"Because when butchers handle ingredients, they cut their throats first and then disembowel them?" Taylor lowered his head again and read out the details that Aaron had specially emphasized in his previous "confession." "But this is just your guess, right?"
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Chapter completed!