the next day.

The silent attic is no longer silent.

From time to time there was laughter and laughter.

"Ajiu, does this look good on me?"

Yan Jiu nodded and said perfunctorily: "It looks good."

"What about this set?"

Yan Jiu continued to perfunctory: "It looks good."

She didn't even raise her head to reply.

After being ruthlessly perfunctory, the owner of the laughter was not angry and continued to turn around and change her clothes.

The speed of changing clothes in that second.

It is obvious that the theory can be drawn that she is not human.

The glass window reflected a cool beauty with long hair reaching her waist. She was barefoot and wearing a crimson dress.

The hem of the skirt was staggered with dark patterns of the Queen of Hearts from the playing cards. The long skirt reached her ankles, making her who was just over 1.6 meters taller even more petite.

The waist-cinched skirt has two silver chains.

There is also a broken blade hanging on one of the waist chains.

Yan Jiu printed out a pair of Lolita boots that Jiang Azi liked, and a ball of fire ignited from her fingertips.

Like those clothes scattered on the ground.

Yan Jiu followed the same pattern and burned it to Jiang Azi.

Jiang Azi quickly put on her shoes. She held her chin and gently lay beside Yanjiu: "I love Ajiu the most."

Yan Jiu was unmoved: "No matter how much I love you, there is no printing paper. Today's dress-up game is over."

She pushed Jiang Azi's head away with her index finger.

He handed the two orders in his hand to Jiang Azi.

Even if the earthbound spirit is freed from its bondage.

You will never be reincarnated again for eternity.

Given the choice between becoming Yan Jiu's inspector and wandering around the world, Jiang Azi decisively chose the former.

This is the scene of changing clothes.

When Jiang Azi was looking at the order.

Yan Jiu burned the work permit to the other party again: "Clean up the room on the west side of the first floor and use it as a morgue. Dear Miss Inspection Inspector, you will officially take up the post today."

Jiang Azi happily clipped his work ID card to the chest of his coat, and Shi Shiran bent down: "As you command, my curator."

She is addicted to drama.

Perform the image of a maid vividly.

In order to prevent Jiang Azi from being stimulated by the Rose Cross again.

Wait until Jiang Azi leaves.

Only then did Yan Jiu light up the search page on her tablet.

She had just confirmed it repeatedly.

Rose is a symbol of love.

Represents romance and beauty.

The cross is the emblem of the Asura clan.

Represents death and despair.

There are people who forcibly entangle romance, beauty, death, and despair together, and I don’t know if some idiot’s nerve has gone wrong.

At the same time Yan Jiu was complaining about Rose Cross.

In a distant realm.

A masked man whose entire face was covered by an iron-red mask wrinkled his nose and held back from sneezing.

He gently stroked the mask on his face.

Carefully, as if serving an old master.

There is a strange cross carved around this mask, which reveals a hint of murderous aura in its mystery.

Obviously.

The cross on his mask is unusual.

In front of the masked man.

It is a mirror that can reflect the other side.

The decoration in the mirror is very luxurious, which is in sharp contrast to the cave environment where the masked man is.

The two are not on the same level at all.

The suite in the mirror is exquisitely decorated and luxurious.

Every piece of furniture and furnishings is expensive.

Who is comfortable.

Who is humble.

It's clear at a glance.

The masked man looked at the person in the mirror and said solemnly: "Have you found out who killed 1009?"

In the mirror, sitting on the boss's chair behind the desk, was a person whose appearance he could not clearly see.

Hear the words.

He shook the cigar in his hand.

The masked man frowned: "Beihai's formation was suddenly broken. You are closest to Beihai. Do you have any clues?"

The cigar man shook his head again.

This moment.

Even though the two are far apart at this time.

It also failed to stop the masked man from wanting to destroy it.

The masked man's falcon-like eyes flashed with displeasure.

The horrific destruction surged up like a tidal wave.

Destroyed Cigar Man...'s chair.

The masked man felt a little happy and snorted coldly: "Who do you think you are talking to?"

The cigar man fell to the ground.

Ignore the pain on the back of my hand from being burned by the cigar.

The cigar man hurriedly knelt down to face the masked man.

Apparently he realized that this masked person was not that masked person.

He was trembling and did not dare to raise his head.

I'm afraid I won't agree with you.

The next thing to be destroyed was his head.

Communication was unilaterally cut off by the masked man.

The masked man looked around.

I looked around one by one at the masked people who looked like they were copied and pasted, no matter how they were dressed or dressed.

Even though they look the same.

but.

He is obviously different from other masked people.

It can be seen at a glance that the fierce aura around him is enough to drive anyone to death.

The masked man said coldly, and left a message before disappearing: "When the prophet comes back, ask her to contact me."

Before the masked man leaves.

The people present were so excited that they didn’t dare to breathe.

For fear of being affected by anger.
To be continued...