The second wave of hunters who followed Gar and the others were dealing with the scene in a very organized manner. Many corpses need to be collected and many traces need to be detected. Compared to the ancestors who fought with swords and killed and buried with swords a thousand years ago, they were obviously more suitable for this scientific, rigorous and meticulous work. Obviously, after the baptism of time, the nature of this job has evolved from a thug to a technical job.

Various instruments kept ringing, and the staff went in and out, collected evidence, took out test strips of different shapes, and talked quietly to record the investigation results.

Evan's eyes dodged the bodies covered with white cloth and were carried away silently, and whispered: "It's the second time I've seen a dead person."

Carlos was a little dizzy by so many people who rushed out at once, but he finally got a "detector" that he had long been acquainted with. While fiddling with him with interest, he asked casually: "Where is the first time?"

"Once I was walking on the road and encountered a car accident..."

"..." Carlos paused for a while, and after a long time, he racked his brains to put in a comfort, "Uh... Not bad, a rare experience-I've never seen it before."

A smell of blood came, and Evan pulled Carlos tremblingly and stopped: "That... I, I, I, I, I, I can't go in anymore."

"Oh," Carlos sighed when he remembered his tender and cute little problem, "Seriously, do you want to start with red paint or tomato juice or other exercises?"

Evan said with a sad face: "I never eat tomato sauce because of this."

Mr. Carlos Fast Food Brain-Dead Fan said with a grudge: "Can I despise you on behalf of the white-faced and blushing buddy in McDonald's?"

Evan said in a mudless way: "Even if you hit my head with a big stick made of French fries, I wouldn't dare to touch something red."

With one hand, Carlos hung in the air, preparing to knock Evan's wrist instead of the French fries stick. Carlosbourne trembled tremblingly, as if the temperature in the other party's palm was burning him.

"I'll support you." Aldo said, whispering before Carlos pushed him away, "I need to see what was going on before--if your judgment is fine, this hidden bead clam is indeed very unusual. The barrier has been isolated from two worlds for a thousand years, and no one knows what happened 'outside'. If the barrier is loose, it's troublesome."

Carlos frowned, not wanting to delay serious matters in front of Evan, so he reluctantly followed Aldo forward.

Aldo's hand was placed on his waist intentionally or unintentionally. When he turned around, his chest was almost pressed against his back. His eyes quickly swept around Evan's face, as if he was holding a cold warning from frozen ice, and he froze Evan into a big ice sculpture on the spot, sneezing that almost made him sneeze. He had no idea where he stepped on Archbishop Aldo's thunder.

"You didn't take good care of yourself," Aldo whispered in his ear, "it seemed to be a little thinner than I thought."

Carlos kept silent, pretending not to hear, and dealt with him coldly.

Aldo then changed the subject lightly: "Okay, tell me about that difu."

The two of them came all the way to the place where the dice-cut Difu was located. The investigator automatically moved aside. Aldo squatted halfway in front of Difu's body, and pulled it unccustomedly before starting to wear the trousers legs on his body.

"Zi" sometimes has certain similarities with magic circles. He is an expert in this area. Carlos does not disturb him, and he hangs one leg and leans against the tree on the side waiting for his conclusion.

But apart from the corpse being a little bit miserable and broken, there was no special point at all. Until Aldo turned the corpse over - he found a small scar on the lower abdomen of the corpse, which was very inconspicuous, but attracted his attention.

"Carl," Aldo suddenly asked, "did you leave this?"

"Please forgive me, it's Mr. Flaret," Carlos reminded dryly, limped over, tilted his head and studied the wound, frowned, "Not me, I'm not left-handed."

"I think so," Aldo whispered, reaching out to the inspector on the side, "Please lend me your tools, sir."

Carlos watched him skillfully cut open the body, pressed his fingers through the gloves in a bloody place, then inserted the tweezers in, and after a moment, he picked something out from it.

It was an unknown substance, as long as an adult's middle finger, like a key, transparent, and there was even some liquid flowing inside. Although the shell was covered with flesh and blood, it still looked a bit weird.

"What's this?"

Carlos reached out and was slapped by Aldo: "Don't touch it."

"No..." Carlos frowned, "There is no flow of dark energy on it, I can feel it."

The talent of light has a special sense of the power of darkness. Aldo knew that in fact, even he could feel it himself, and there was even a kind of pleasant and warm power flashing on it.

He took out the purified water from his pocket, grabbed the "key" with tweezers, and carefully rinsed it with the purified water. The flesh and blood stained on the "key" used to belong to a possessed difu. Under the action of the purified water, those dirty things quickly made a "sizzling" sound and melted away, but the "key" itself showed no sign of being hurt, but instead became more transparent and beautiful.

"This is very important, take it back to the temple." This thing was unprecedented. Aldo could not think of any good way to deal with it for a while, so he could only hand it over to the detectors next to him with tweezers. This world that was too peaceful and stable seemed to have undergone some kind of change...he unexpectedly...

The badges collected by Carlos were taken back to Mrs. Shawden. A group of people gathered together for a long time. In the end, Aldo had to disagree with Carlos's opinion - it was definitely a hidden pearl mussel, but they stayed in Serrot State for three days until Carlos's legs were almost healed by his own mistress, and he could not find out the signs of hidden pearl mussels. In the end, they had to return without success.

Carlos was on a plane for the first time in his life. He was so excited that he almost fell asleep the night before. He dragged Gal endlessly and asked: "A iron bird that is so big can fly to the sky? How big does it take to flap such a huge body? What? No wings? How can it fly?"

Until he set foot on the plane himself.

Gal leaned over and tied his seat belt: "Anyway, that's OK - enough Carl, you're exactly the same as Mike, do you have to sit by the window?"

"Yes!" Carlos's eyes lit up, and he wanted to stick his head out of the window. When he took off, he exclaimed again, "Oh my God, it's really flying like this? Will it hit something? Will it fall? What should I do if it falls?"

Gal: “…”

Since accidentally bumping into Archbishop Aldo in the temple, Carlos has always been worried and unable to lift himself up. Only then can he feel happy will make Gal feel as if he had just woken up from this world.

Of course, another reason why Carlos was in a good mood was that Bishop Aldo actually had airsickness.

When this omnipotent man mentioned the word "airplane", he was always very nervous. He turned pale at the moment of taking off. He leaned weakly on the back of the chair, closed his eyes and said nothing. The feeling of losing weight and being overweight was about to drive him crazy.

On the way he came, he was thinking about Carlos. Although he was also very confused about the journey, he was somewhat distracted. On the way back... he could feel Carlos's deep gloom without opening his eyes.

Aldo closed his eyes, suppressed his nausea and smiled bitterly - Forget it, it would make him happy anyway, in a sense, airsickness is also a good thing... The hell thing is so shaking like this, there is not even a support below, so it really won't fall? Over the past thousand years, has humans finally gone crazy?!

But Carlos's good mood soon ended - after he finished his short flight, he found that the unfortunate fact that the person he least wanted to meet lived next door to him.

"Gal, your family is so glorious." Carlos gritted his teeth and looked at this unworthy descendant.

Gal slammed his forehead and said, "Oh, by the way! I remembered that I would go back to the temple to report, and I would also go to pick up Mike and Lily who were sent to Mr. Goode. Well, Carl, don't wait for me for dinner, see you when you leave!"

He slipped away like a gust of wind.

Carlos had to turn his gun: "Evan, I'll treat you as a good brother."

Evan was clumsy and his round pancake-like face turned red quickly. Oh unlucky child, if he had looked in the mirror more at this time, he might not have fainted from the blood in the future.

"I...I need to use the bathroom, lose, lose companion!"

Can guilt make people diarrhea even if I feel guilty?

So Carlos and Aldo were left at home with big eyes.

Aldo seemed to have not recovered from the sequelae of flight. He stood above two stairs, leaned against the railing, rubbing his temples tiredly: "I thought the invincible hero Carlos should be fearless, why don't he even dare to face me?"

"Hero-" Carlos sneered, "When did this word become so cheap?"

"Carl, look at me." Aldo gently pinched his chin and stared at his eyes, "Are you afraid of me?"

Carlos narrowed his eyes and said in a slick tone: "I have an incomparable awe for... the legendary supreme bishop."

Aldo ignored the thorn in his words and asked step by step: "You tried every means to hide from me. Do you hate me? Do you dare to say it? Do you really hate me, or are you afraid of falling in love with me again?"

Carlos seemed to have been stitched by a needle, and said nothing.

"Tell me!" said Aldo, "and looked into my eyes!"

Carlos' eyebrows were raised gently, revealing a slightly contemptuous expression: "What is it--"

He dragged his long voice: "What makes you feel so good about yourself? Your Excellency Archbishop Aldo? Where is it worthy of fear and love? Don't you know it yourself?"

He grabbed Aldo's wrist and pulled it down. The two men competed with each other and the joints made a crisp sound of collision.

"Stay away from me," he said coldly, step by step, and passed by Archbishop Aldo, "a bastard."

The word "bamis" is like a knife, penetrated hard into Aldo's chest, scattering all the blood that was already sparse on his face. He suddenly turned around like an out of control and said hoarsely: "You can tell everyone that you can..."

"Stop being self-indulgent, I'm not for you." Carlos said without looking back and slammed onto the door of his room.

Aldo stood on the stairs of the living room almost in a daze. The dull pain that had been silent for years came from his chest, and there were millions of swearing words, but that guy always knew how to pick up the deadliest one and poked it hard on his chest.

Aldo's fingers were trembling and he pinched into the armrest of the corridor.

It took him a long time to slowly drag his feet up the stairs. His shoulders looked like a broken down, like a wounded beast, dragging a bloody hole across his heart and wandering, but there was only a door that closed fiercely in front of him.

"It's okay," he said to himself, even trying to squeeze out an ugly smile, but a little failed. "It's very difficult, but it's nothing, really, not much than before."

Carlos leaned against the door, listened to the soft sound of closing the door in his ears, and suddenly his knees softened and sat on the ground, covering his eyes with one hand.

"What did I say?" He seemed to want to punch himself, "How can I speak so unspeakable?"

He sat on the ground until in the evening Evan knocked on the door and told him to go out for supper. Carlos felt a thrust in his stomach afterwards.

"No," he said, "I have no appetite."

"Are you sick?" Evan asked, he hesitating for a moment, and then said, "Don't you have a little egg tart you like?"

"No." Carlos said.

"Then... do you need medicine and a therapist?" Evan asked, "or I'll call..."

"No, thank you." Carlos interrupted him, "I just want to stay by myself for a while."

"Okay," Evan hesitated, "If you want to eat, I'll put it in the refrigerator. Remember to put it in the microwave for a while. Have you learned to use the microwave? Forget it, I'll put a sticky note next to it, reminding you not to put metal products in..."

Carlos listened to Evan's nagging at the door, and thought came up with a strange idea in his heart - I'd better leave.

The more he thought about it, the more he felt it made sense. Why did he get stuck here? If he left here, he could do his own thing, just like before. Although it was a bit harder, he was free and happy and had no need to think about anything. Isn’t it great?
Chapter completed!