I’m going to take a break after the first part and think about it. Although there is a weekend, I still only have three days off. Updates will resume next Tuesday at 12:30 noon.
Finally, I would like to recommend two books. One is about the divine and dragon system of the heavens and the world. The story is very rare. The bloody romance and the name of the people are quite innovative.
One is Saying to the Sword, a new work by the veteran master Lan Di.
Backlund, East District, a two-bedroom apartment.
Several policemen in black-and-white checkered uniforms followed the landlord who opened the door and entered, each covering their mouths with their hands.
There is a strong smell of blood inside
“Officer, I don’t know what happened. Other tenants said there seemed to be a lot of blood here, and they could smell it through the walls and doors.” The landlord wearing a silk top hat looked around timidly. I don’t want to stay in the room for a second longer.
The blue-eyed police officer with inspector epaulettes waved his hand and said:
“Wait at the door first. I have something to ask you.”
As he spoke, he put on his white gloves and turned his attention to the wooden door of the bedroom.
However, he didn’t rush in and looked around slowly, taking in all the surrounding situations:
A pile of coal, a cupboard for storing tableware and ingredients, a small stove, a clean iron pot, a slightly greasy table, two round stools lying on the ground, two leaning chairs, and several A glass bottle containing unknown powder, and a stack of spread tarot cards.
The inspector with black temples and blue eyes, “an occult enthusiast with an average financial situation,” nodded slightly, made a judgment, and then motioned to one of his subordinates to open the bedroom door.
With a creak, more bloody smell came out.
The police officer who opened the door took a look inside, let out a short scream, and took a few steps back.
The leading inspector frowned slightly, held the shoulder of the retreating police officer, crossed the obstacle, and approached the bedroom.
As soon as he glanced at it, his expression suddenly changed.
In the bedroom, on top of the wooden bed, a man was lying there, his hands tied to the guardrail above his head.
He was not wearing any clothes, and there were thin and deep cracks on his body. The blood had long since drained, staining the sheets underneath and the quilt next to him dark red.
At a glance, the deceased seemed to be tightly entangled with iron wires, slicing through the skin and flesh, and digging into the bones.
This kind of scene still has a strong impact on the police who have seen many murder scenes, and it has a certain sense of ritual and evil.
Just when the chief inspector was about to say something, two people suddenly rushed into the room. One tried to take pictures, and the other asked a series of questions:
“Another murder?
“Have there been many murders in the East District recently?
“Officer, do you think it’s a serial murder case?”
The inspector with dark temples and
Looking back at the cabin, Alger walked to the edge of the deck, took out a charm made of white tin, held it in his palm, and whispered the spell:
“If I didn’t know in advance that the target was near the abyssal vortex, I would have given up long ago. It is difficult to grasp this information through investigation.” Alger concluded and touched his pocket.
As a Sequence 4 demigod, it can “steal” the desired ability from the target with relative accuracy. It usually chooses one of three. The more it understands, the higher the probability of success. And this time, its luck is quite good. good.
Just what Mr. Fool showed made a saint lack confidence… “Justice” Audrey just glanced at Ms. “Hermit” and interpreted her mental state.
“How are you doing now?”
Klein successfully used the “Star Staff” to recreate the extraordinary abilities of “Angel of Time” Amon!
Taking advantage of the stagnation in the lightning ocean, the “Silver Knight” soul driven by Lovia and Colin Iliad simultaneously inserted the giant sword in their hands into the ground, creating two invisible barriers, and Klein’s figure faded and disappeared. In place.
While Klein looked around in astonishment, he heard Leonard sighing sincerely:
Four guards wearing dark black armor immediately looked through the blue to observe the situation outside, and prepared to use certain methods to confirm whether the person who awakened the “teleportation gate” was disguised by someone else, so as to decide whether to open the “door” .
He looked down at Klein, raised his hand to adjust his monocle, ignored the attack from the Zaratul projection behind him, outlined the corners of his mouth, and said with great interest:
This is an angel that Klein doesn’t recognize. He looks like a man. His eyes are dark and full of vicissitudes of life. His facial features are pretty good, but he has bunches of thick black short hair on his cheeks, giving him an old look. The contradictory feelings of youth, sanity and madness.
Recalling Snowman’s performance all the time, and recalling that even though he was trapped in the world in this book, he never gave up his faith or stopped his ascetic practices, Klein nodded lightly and sighed:
Gray put down the information in his hand, rubbed his forehead and said: