"Roy King was busted."

After doing all this, Klein put away the pen and stuffed the paper crane into his wallet, just like Dr. Allen did before.

Next, he began to think about which method to choose to remove the remaining pollution in the "Total Black Eye".

…

The wet rat dragged its earthworm-like tail and crawled through the dirty alley like a garbage dump.

A hungry dog ​​pounced on it, and the wet mouse slipped away from its mouth.

A woman wearing tattered bloody clothes knocked on the door, her eyes were blurry and misty, and sometimes there was a glimmer of ferocity like a beast.

The young man who opened the door was startled at first, and then his face turned bitter. He kept looking around and urged:

"Leave quickly! Wen Xia, do you know that your reward has been posted all over the streets? Get out of here. On the police station's reward list, you are the only one who has broken two hundred pounds!"

"Do you know how many people want to exchange your head for money? You still dare to walk on the street!"

The woman named Wen Xia rolled her eyes sluggishly, with a crazy smile on her face that was mostly covered by her messy hair:

"So what..."

"They can't catch me. They are disgusting explorers from the Northern Continent. They steal the tombs of our ancestors and take away our lives and wealth. Do I actually want to be afraid of them...? Impossible."

She muttered in her sleep: "It doesn't matter how many come, I will kill them all and sacrifice them to the great god."

"Well, it's enough to sacrifice twenty more people..."

After the two exchanged some things, seeing that she hadn't left yet, the bitter-faced young man was so anxious that he almost jumped:

"Crazy! You are really crazy! You must have been crazy since the collective prayer that day! I said she shouldn't have dragged you there!"

He stretched out his hand to push Wen Xia away who was standing at the door, but was afraid of the crazy and terrifying temperament on the other person's body and did not dare to touch him. He turned his hand in a circle in the air and then went back to sort out his clothes.

"Okay, okay, you're not afraid, okay? I'm afraid, okay? I don't have that terrifying power like you, and I didn't light a candle, so just leave as soon as possible for my life, okay?!"

Wen Xia took two steps out, the chaos in her eyes disappeared a little, and she asked:

"Last question."

"Your mother is a member of the Rose School, why didn't you participate?"

"Me? That all happened when I was a child. My mother was beaten to death when I was five years old!" The young man was frightened by this term and was shocked that Wen Xia dared to say the name of this organization outside.

Come out. As if he was eager to clear up the relationship, he quickly closed the door and pointed

Leaving a gap as wide as the palm of your hand, he said in a panic, "I don't want to die, I just want to live peacefully and don't want to participate in any resistance! Damn it, I shouldn't have gone to that prayer with you in the first place! Metz

You went crazy and turned into a murderer. You are also crazy..."

Wen Xia looked at him quietly, without blaming him for his cowardice, and just said:

"I'm leaving."

"My candle has burned out and I need yours. I will never come to you again."

"Sure enough, it's a problem with the candle? How did you know that I secretly took a small piece... Fortunately, I didn't light it..." The young man muttered and closed the door, and the sound was cut off by the dilapidated wooden door.

Wen Xia was in a daze for a while, one foot was deep and the other was shallow, and she left the street with empty steps.

Under the dim sky, people were walking in a hurry with their heads lowered. The small town was lifeless, and even the young people could not be seen. It was silent all around, and there was no one in the square. Shops and hotels opened their doors listlessly.

There were hungry mouths. There was not even a beggar near the shop door.

Wen Xia noticed that there were several people in the dark looking at her. She didn't know whether they were slave traders or people who simply wanted to commit murder. The slave traders probably wouldn't stay here. She had seen many murderers... She didn't think that they were slave traders.

Intentionally, he wandered to the entrance of an alley, revealing a pair of dark blue eyes in the shadows.

The serial killer asked coldly: "Got it?"

Wen Xia nodded, and the smile at the corner of his mouth gradually widened: "Was he scared by you? You used to be the most cheerful one among us, but now you have become like this, haha..."

The serial killer who had only been on the run for a few months and already had nearly a hundred lives on his hands sneered when he heard this. He rubbed his face, smoothed his wrinkled brows, and naturally raised the corners of his mouth, revealing the same warm smile as before:

"He didn't see it."

But his smile disappeared immediately, and the serial killer said sullenly:

"The guy didn't dare to light it, so he threw it into the river in the end! I went down to the river to look for it, but I didn't find anything. It's probably gone long ago."

Wen Xia looked at the other party's soaked boots and lower trouser legs, and her smile was a little sincere. She raised her hand, and in her hand lay a small candle head only as long as a knuckle:

"It's enough for us to light it a few times. There are no other candles. How can we contact God in the future?"

The serial killer disagrees: "That's not something we should worry about."

"What we need to do is to continue moving forward, to the northwest, to the stronghold of the Rose School of Thought, and to participate in the great sacrifice dedicated to His Highness Si'a."

Wen Xia nodded, and the two of them put on the shabby cloaks they had prepared and left this city together, which was more of a slum than a slum.

Not long after they left, a ragged man glanced longingly at the wanted poster on the wall, then bent down and approached the door of the police station. Standing at the door was a police officer wearing a brand new military coat, with a hanging hanging on his wrist.

Wearing a small bag

, which was filled with confiscated chestnuts from the Southern Continent. The middle-aged police officer, whose leather boots were shiny, peeled and ate the steaming chestnuts one by one, making the ragged locals secrete secretly in their mouths.

Saliva.

The local approached cautiously, nodded and bowed:

"Sir...sir!" He was eager to receive the reward and let his family have a hot meal. He didn't care to look at the twisted expression on the police officer's face regarding the disgusting items. The local whispered, "Suspicious person! There is a suspicious person coming.

Our town!”

He spoke too hastily and in a low voice. Worried that the police officer might not hear him, he subconsciously took two steps forward and was kicked to the ground.

"Damn thing, you stink!" The expression on the pot-bellied police officer's face became even more distorted, "You are covered in mud and garbage. If you dirty my boots, you have to lick them clean!"

The local man was kicked so hard that he couldn't straighten his back. He quickly knelt on the ground and apologized with his head lowered.

The police officer carefully inspected his new leather boots, peeled another chestnut, and then asked slowly: "Suspicious?"

"Yes! Yes!"

In fact, he was not sure who the strange woman was, but he saw the woman gave the young man a few bills. They themselves did not look like street girls or pimps. The local quickly said: "I saw them walking in

In the alley, right next to it, I can lead the way... That boy's parents were both members of the Rose School, and they died more than ten years ago. As expected, that boy... Sure enough, he was in collusion with the cult!"

The two sides were not far away, and the police officer was suddenly surprised: "Is the wanted criminal gone?"

"Let's go, let's go, we just left not long ago."

The police officer breathed a sigh of relief, turned slightly to the left, went back to the police station and called a few people. After more than ten minutes, he led the group of people in the direction pointed by the locals. When they arrived at the small wooden door,

After the only Beyonder in the station confirmed that there was no spiritual response in the room, the police officer stepped forward, kicked open the small wooden door, and shouted: "Come out!"

There was a sound of a gun being loaded, and the young man timidly walked out of the door, raising his hands above his head.

With this commotion, many people suddenly appeared around, watching the excitement attentively, as if they were growing out of the ground.

The police officer enjoyed the feeling of being noticed by everyone and asked fiercely: "Do you have any dealings with suspicious persons?"

The young man immediately cried: "No, no!... That's my distant relative. She is going somewhere else. She came to talk to me when she passed by..." He quickly reached out and groped around on his body, and found out those brand-new cards.

of banknotes, and handed them over with his head lowered.

"Please spare me! I have always been a peaceful person..."

The police officer grabbed a few banknotes, not caring about the longing and fearful expressions of the locals next to him. Each banknote was worth one sole. There were seven soles here, which was enough to meet his weekly salary!

He took a disgusted look at the young man's bare-walled home and saw that there was nothing else of value, so he cursed a few times and prepared to leave. The young man nodded and bowed before sending him away, and finally turned around and looked at the local man angrily.

One glance.

The local man didn't get any benefit at all. When he saw the young man's eyes, he suddenly felt some unknown fire in his heart. His brain became hot and he shouted to the leaving police officer:

"Sir! Sir! I saw the face of the woman who was talking to him! That woman is the murderous lunatic rumored in the surrounding cities!"

The police officer who had not walked a few steps suddenly turned around, his eyes a little startled and a little frightened, and he asked as if to verify: "Are you sure?"

The locals were not sure, so Wen Xia pretended. But he suddenly thought of the 230-pound reward, gritted his teeth and said, "I'm sure!"

A look of horror appeared on the police officer's face, and he whispered to the deputy:

"what to do?"

The adjutant disagreed: "That lunatic is indeed near this town. It's not surprising that he came. You can report this clue. There are fake clues everywhere to fish in troubled waters. Maybe it is true. Her clue can also get ten points."

How many pounds is it?"

The police officer felt that it was reasonable, since he was not required to arrest the madman himself. He calmed down, suddenly raised his hand, and fired several shots in the back. The young man and the local man fell to the ground at the same time.

"That madman killed an innocent poor person here. We avenged this person and killed her informant. Saying this will probably make this clue more credible." The police officer said with a smile, "After all,

There are also more than ten pounds!"

TBC

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We have to find a way to get Richard's personal seal out.
Chapter completed!