In the early morning, the residents of Bayamlan Vanilla Avenue were awakened by the noisy sound. When they sleepily opened the doors and windows, trying to exert their verbal skills to the Zaun sequence demigod level per capita in Bayam, the city of pirates, they were met with unexpected results.
All the foul words were stuck in his throat.
Because what they saw was a group of soldiers with live ammunition, clergy wearing different costumes, and big shots that could only be seen in newspapers.
"The spirit body has completely dissipated, and the room has been cleared by mysterious means without leaving any traces. Neither the 'detective' nor the 'wizard' has found any information."
People from MI9 and the two major churches, Machinery and Storm, gathered around the door of Room 33 on Orchid Herb Avenue, looking at their men restraining the body, their expressions very ugly.
Hermoshuin is a scientist who stands at the pinnacle of this era. He is a strategic talent for both the Mechanical Church and various countries. Even one of his manuscripts is enough to cause overt and covert conflicts among the established powers.
But now, this gentleman is dead here.
In fact, this matter itself has little to do with the Church of Storms, but the problem is that Bayam is considered the core parish of the Church of Storms, and last night, the voice that blatantly announced the location of Hermoshuin was regarded as
A provocation.
It would have been fine if no action had been taken from the beginning, but under the premise that the archbishop and cardinal of the Rossed Islands Diocese, Yan Cotman, had already dispatched, he still only got a stiff corpse. This was undoubtedly a storm.
Brother's face.
If Brother Storm can endure this injustice, he is probably an undercover agent sent by another family.
Robert Davis, who had just replaced Amyrius, listened to the report of his subordinates with a livid face, and finally turned his attention to the Mechanicus.
Yin Kangseul in the crowd noticed Admiral Robert's eyes, and his expression suddenly became stiff.
Although the derivative of the Ghost Empire could not dock, they used the information obtained from the "mechanical drift bottle" that Deacon Fran threw into the sea and relied on Arrods to determine that the ship would approach Byam in the near future.
And the reason why Deacon Yin Kangseul came here is precisely for this reason.
However, he clearly came to track the ghost ship, but now he understood without thinking that Arrods was going to be used in public again.
"Let's go in and talk." The Archbishop of Bayam, who was familiar with Arrods's problem, looked at Yin Kangse with a slightly pitiful look. Robert Davis nodded slightly, and along with several people from MI9,
I followed them into this very clean villa.
"Let's get started." Archbishop of Mechanical Heart gave Yin Kangse a "you know" expression. Yin Kangse, with disheveled hair and hard face, took a deep breath, and then took out the silver mirror with ancient patterns and black gems.
He stroked the surface three times and asked in a low tone:
"Dear Arrodes, my question is, who killed Hermoshuyn?"
As the question fell, streaks of water appeared on the surface of the silver mirror, and soon a picture appeared in the mirror——
In the dark night, a thin old man with gray but messy hair, wearing a stuffed cotton jacket and a woolen coat was walking on the empty street with a weak look on his face. From time to time, he stuffed a candy into his mouth, as if it was him.
It's like a life-threatening elixir.
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Finally, the old man arrived at No. 33 Orchid Herb Avenue and sat quietly on the steps in front of the door. He calmly lowered his head and lost all breath.
"Natural death? How could it be?" People in the room looked at each other, feeling that this result was difficult to accept, but before they could say anything, the image of the immortal in the silver mirror quickly faded, and then emerged.
Each word is as red as blood——
"Based on the principle of reciprocity, it is my turn to ask questions. If you lie or cannot answer, you will accept the task assigned by me or be punished."
The words dripping with blood quickly transformed, and a question emerged——
"Who is the most hostile being among the seven pure lights in the spiritual world?"
"Huh..." Yin Kangse breathed a sigh of relief at first, because this was not the kind of problem that would kill him on the spot, but then, beads of sweat began to appear on his forehead. After a brief silence, he said in a deep voice:
"Sheila Nadeth!" (This is half the original joke)
"Error." The blood-red word on the mirror changed again, "Task, or punishment?"
Yin Kangse struggled briefly, and finally breathed out:
"punish."
As soon as he finished speaking, a ray of silvery lightning struck his body. Even though he carried an extraordinary item that enhanced his lightning resistance all year round, Yin Kangse was still covered in smoke by Arrods' perfectly controlled strength.
Admiral Robert didn't have any pity for Yin Kangse's tragic situation. He just frowned and continued to think about something. After a while, he pondered:
"It is impossible for Hermosuin to come here for no reason and ask who this house belongs to."
"Isn't this something that can be investigated through normal means?" The Archbishop of the Heart of Machinery frowned and questioned Robert's request.
In this regard, Robert had no intention of giving in. He said solemnly:
"This is Bayam, you can't require every pirate and adventurer who buys real estate, manor, to leave their real name."
"..." The archbishop of the Heart of Machinery looked a little ugly when he heard this. He wanted to protect his compatriots in the church, but Bayam was not the core diocese of the Heart of Machinery. Although he was the archbishop, he was only a Sequence Five
It's just that, facing the demigod admiral, he didn't have the confidence to fight back.
It seemed that he also understood the Archbishop's difficulties. After recovering from the lightning strike, Yin Kangse got up from the ground, took a few deep breaths, then gently stroked the mirror again, and asked in a slightly trembling tone:
"Dear Arrodes, my question is the identity of the previous occupants of this house."
When the question came out, the lights in the entire room became darker, as if stained with the haze after the rain. The water light on the surface of the silver mirror rippled again, and then turned into a slightly flickering TV, as if the signal was poor.
Usually pictures with snowflakes——
In the picture, there is a slightly dark room. A man wearing Intis-style clothing is facing away from the picture. Just when the scene shown by Arrodes is about to focus on the man's face, he suddenly feels a little confused.
Twisting his neck, the face that was mostly covered by the shadow seemed to have crossed time, and met the eyes that were looking at the picture intently. At the same time, a voice also sounded -
