"The blonde is Osia, the brunette is Ansbilis. The one in the coffin is Osia, the one running outside is Ansbilis. The one who goes out horizontally is Osia, and the one who goes out vertically is Ansbilis."

The Pope paced back and forth in the reception room, and he had not stopped since Timothy said his speculation.

Timothy was tortured by the pope's neuroticism and felt helpless: "We found out that it was not too late, and things were not that bad."

The Pope said: "No, no, no, you are too young. Do you think the most famous madman in Mikawi is sitting in an ice cream house and eating donuts? He must have a more vicious purpose than being crazy! Do you still remember the death of Benson in the UK? Ansbilis left a pocket watch of the Mikawi clan on the scene. What does this mean? It must mean this!"

Timothy said: "It may be that he fell off at the scene." It was normal for the people of the Maikawi clan to wear a pocket watch from the Maikawi clan.

The Pope said: "Maybe he killed Benson! He doesn't look like a fool who will lose his pocket watch. There must be something bigger intrigue than killing Benson."

If he was not his boss but a friend, Timothy would definitely advise him to go to the hospital to check if he had reached menopause.

If you don’t go, just escort it!

"The bigger conspiracy may not be." Timothy analyzed calmly, "He may have been to clear the charge of "Osia". If he had not had that pocket watch, he would have been the first suspect closest to the scene. At that time, he was still under the name "Osia".

The Pope said: "How did he know that a murder would occur and prepare to clear the charges in advance?"

The conversation suddenly stopped.

The two exchanged their opinions with their eyes.

The Pope's bipolar disorder calmed down a little bit: "It seems that the murderer who killed Benson is already obvious. This is a murder together."

Timothy said: "You are right, we should indeed figure out his purpose." Ansbilis appeared in the form of Osia and could explain it to avoid the bans of the blood clan, but it was impossible to explain how he killed Benson. He was notorious among the blood clan and did not need to offend the Holy See and create another powerful enemy.

The Pope is restless.

Whenever I think of the bizarre painting, Ansbilis smiles quietly, and it seems like there are hundreds of bugs climbing on his back, making him creepy: "Continue to contact Wang Xiaoming, Lawrence and the others, do whatever it takes to convey Ansbilis' true face in any case!"

"Osia" behind the scenes, which were discussed so much that her underwear was not left - Ansbilis walked through the museum's frustrating corridor.

The paintings hanging on both sides of the corridor outline a colorful and rich life and society, but against the backdrop of his three-dimensional and pale face, the world displayed by painting papers seems flat reads;.

At the end of the corridor is a wooden door inlaid with two rectangular glass. The sunlight shines in from the wood carved patterns on the glass and falls right in front of his shoe tip.

He stopped.

Tarik, who was following him, immediately chased him to the front of his right with a cane: "Is there anything wrong?"

Ansbilis slowly turned his head and looked at him slantedly, but his eyes were a little stunned: "He really returned to my arms, right?"

The sentence without beginning or end left Tarik speechless. He thought for a while and said, "You can look down." He noticed that the other party's eyes deliberately staggered away the person in his arms.

Ansbilis said: "I've seen it many times, it's all fake."

Tarek said: "You can watch it again."

Ansbilis looked at the door ahead: "In Greek mythology, Orpheus moved the queen of the underworld with sincerity, and brought his dead wife back from the underworld, but at the last moment, he broke the agreement and looked back at his wife, leaving her in the underworld forever. I will not make the same mistake." The last sentence, almost murmur, was extremely light. After that, he strode forward and walked through the automatically opened door.

Their feet were stomping on the sun, the shadows were dragged long, the sky was clear, and even the flowers were fragrant than usual.

This is a brand new day.

Ansbilis lowered his head, and the man in his arms was honestly staying in his arms, not turning into bubbles as he imagined, and his heart that had been empty for more than a hundred years was suddenly filled.

"You finally got back to me."

“My Osia.”

The car not far away drove a gap, and a black cat slipped out of the back seat. He looked at the blonde young man who was being held in his arms across the road. He walked back and forth with irritable limbs, and finally squatted his butt and sat down.

Ansbilis, who was staring at the man in his arms, suddenly looked up and bumped into its gaze. He looked dazed for a moment and walked quickly.

The black cat shook his tail, got up and jumped back to the back seat.

Ansbilis opened the door of the passenger seat, placed Osia gently on the seat, and fastened his seat belt.

Mession got off the car from the other end, fulfilled his steward's obligations, and greeted Tarik, who was ignored by his employer.

The conversation between the believers and the blood clan is extremely boring—

"Today is such a good weather given by God."

“The strong sunlight can easily damage your wings.”

"How many liters of blood do you drink every day?"

"How much milk does humans drink every day?"

"Will you get tired of drinking blood?"

"When I was with my companion, I really didn't think of taking a bite on his neck once?"

...

The dialogue came to an unexpected and reasonable end.

Ainsbilis got into the driver's seat and started the car reads;.

Mession was slightly stunned and subconsciously changed the door of the rear seat.

Ansbilis poked his head out: "You buy a house here and wait for us to come back."

Despite doubting the employer's sudden decision, Mession chose to comply.

Tarek said to him: "If you need help, feel free to find me."

Mession said: "It's not difficult for a steward to be a designated steward."

Tarek, who was self-inflicted, curled his lips: "I'm just polite."

Mession said: "I do not expect to see sincerity in the believers."

"..." Tarik bent down, approached the window, and rushed to Ansbilis, who was about to leave, and said, "He is indeed your housekeeper." He was as sharp as his teeth.

Ansbilis said: "If he had lost a hair when I came back, you would probably have to use a wheelchair in the future."

The car roared away, leaving Tarik who had eaten Coptis chinensis. He looked at Mession with a complicated expression: "Does your hair sell?"

Mession: "…"

"I want to keep it in the museum."

Ansbilis drives aimlessly on the road.

The black cat squeezed from the back seat to between the driver's seat and the passenger seat, poked out his claws, and carefully grabbed Osia's clothes.

Ansbilis looked down at it: "If you leave traces on him, even a hair, there will be no tuna tonight."

The black cat jumped to Osia's lap and sat down loudly, looking in the direction of Ansbilis, as if provocative.

Ansbilis picked up the back of its neck and placed it on his legs: "I'm not kidding."

"Only my mark is left on him."

"Meow." The black cat scratched his paw.

"There are no tuna and no salmon," said Ansbilis.

The black cat lies on the front paws on the car window, looking at the scenery that is sweeping back, with a deep face.

"Don't think about slipping away." Its neck was gently pinched, and then...

The harsh brake sounded. The car suddenly twisted out a "z" and stopped diagonally in the middle of the highway. Fortunately, there were very few vehicles passing by, and occasionally they could pass by. When two cars passed by, they thought that an accident had occurred and wanted to stop and help, but when they saw clearly what was blocking Ansbilis's car, they immediately drove away with all their might.

Ansbilis sat in the car, looking quietly at the huge figure in front of the car through the glass.

His body was about two meters high, not bizarre, but the pair of black giant wings behind him looked like two huge sun umbrellas, blocking half of the sunlight and making the car even darker.

"Long time no see, my friend." His voice was low and thick, like a cello, with a unique melody, "Don't you get out of the car and talk about the past? For the sake of my return to you."
Chapter completed!