Tianjin people will never lose SAN

Chapter 21 I Am

In the dark monastery courtyard, under the familiar big tree, the familiar ant sacrificial dance, the familiar twisted and weird ritual, a bluish-white flame rose in front of Xiaohu.

The goat-headed creature in the flames muttered obscure spells from ancient times.

"Tease...JR...you...play."

Xiaohu repeated Liu Yonglu's new name, responding to the distant unknown ancient god's call for sacrifice.

But just like the previous few times, what came out of the twitching uterus was a little black man without a mouth or eyes, and it did not give birth to Liu Yonglu's soul body as he had expected.

Without Liu Yonglu's soul body, he could not cast the malicious spell of removal on him.

Shaking his head, Xiaohu waved his hand to disperse the blue-white flames.

This was Liu Yonglu's seventh attempt at this ritual since he came to the monastery, including the first time when he was interrupted by Liu Yonglu's "Flooding the Seven Armies". Without exception, all of them failed.

Xiaohu turned around, and the next second he appeared in Liu Yonglu's room again.

"Seven feet is a spear, and the height of the eyebrows is a stick. The length of a spear is 10.8 inches. An inch longer is an inch stronger, and an inch smaller is an inch more skillful..."

On the single bed, Liu Yonglu was still sleeping soundly as usual. The ancient black stone at the head of the bed gave off bursts of moisture, preventing Xiaohu from getting close.

Xiaohu just stood in front of his bed, looking at him quietly, until the daylight brightened and Liu Yonglu woke up slightly. Xiaohu's body gradually faded, and finally turned transparent and disappeared in the room.

After waking up, Liu Yonglu stretched, washed up, and walked into the restaurant as usual.

But the restaurant was a little different today. All the nuns in the monastery gathered here. Seeing Liu Yonglu yawning in, the nuns looked at him with gratitude in their eyes.

Finally there he is, the first guardian to survive six days!

Some nuns slumped in their chairs as if carrying a heavy burden, some nuns cried for joy, and some nuns simply threw away the spoons in their hands and ran to the chapel to pray.

"Mr. Dou...what would you like? Or the usual, milk tarts?"

Aunt Lucy had tears in her eyes. She originally didn't believe that Mr. Bean could solve the curse of the devil's son, but she didn't expect that he was a professional in dealing with special incidents.

What’s even more commendable is that Joshua... no, Mr. Dou changed his name to Xiaohu.

Xiaohu did not receive any harsh treatment during these six days. On the contrary, he seemed to get along very well with Mr. Dou, and they went out and came back together every day.

"Forget about the milk and egg tarts. Eating something so sweet every morning is so greasy. Is there anything salty?"

Liu Yonglu was also wondering what was wrong with these nuns today. Are they all crazy? They got up early to be alone, why are they crying?

"How about I bake you a potato pie with mushrooms and crispy onion shreds?"

"Okay, this is it. Put more sauce on it. I have a strong taste for it."

"By the way, Mr. Bean, the postman delivered a letter today. It didn't mention who the recipient was. I wonder if it's for you."

Liu Yonglu took a glance at it. The letter was very thin, and there was a top hat-shaped postmark on the envelope.

"Okay, it's mine. Put it on the table."

Liu Yonglu recognized it. This was the secret stamp used by the headquarters to contact him. It seemed that there was a letter from the headquarters.

On the way to the monastery, Liu Yonglu left 50 pence to the coachman, Old John, and asked him to find a phone after returning to Pormouth to transfer the monastery's address to the headquarters for easy communication.

After opening the letter, there was only a thin piece of paper with an address written on it.

It's about time. Today is my seventh day in Excel. I have been reporting to the relief center every day since the second day. It's time to close the loop.

Ever since Liu Yonglu became a minor priest of the sect, he has gone to the relief center on time every day to check in and take a look around, rain or shine.

Naturally, he didn't have to worry about the open matters. After entering, he went straight to the study on the third floor, lay down on the sofa and started to catch up on his sleep. There was no other way, he was tired at night.

Marcus and Brundtrang were so angry when they saw him sleeping soundly in the study.

But they couldn't do anything because when Liu Yonglu was sleeping, Xiaohu would sit on a chair next to him and watch him. No matter how bad their tricks were, they couldn't just do it.

Sometimes the two of them would study rubbings of ancient books used for mass in the study. When they saw Liu Yonglu waking up, they would ask him a few questions. Didn’t Mr. Lewis say that he had a profound grasp of the forbidden knowledge of ancient gods? So they decided to learn from him.

How could Liu Yonglu understand?

He could only pretend to watch with his hands behind his back, and after reading, he shook his head and said:
"Very good, very good." At most, he would add: "Not bad, not bad."

After a while, those two guys finally figured out that this guy is a liar. Well, it won't be unfair for us to attack you in a couple of days.

The same situation happened today. Liu Yonglu woke up and was about to go for a meeting, but just as he stepped out of the door, he was stopped by Brundtland.

"Mr. Dou, in two days it will be the night of the new moon, which is also the day of our mass. Can you please list the materials and offerings? I will prepare them."

"A list? Go ahead and make one. Your list is pretty good."

"Oh... OK, then please help me check it later." Liu Yonglu's reaction was exactly what Brundtrang wanted. He wished Liu Yonglu would die. He thought to himself, this list of sacrifices will be your ticket to hell!
After pretending to be busy for another ten minutes, Brundtrang handed the silk paper to Liu Yonglu. Liu Yonglu had already put on his clothes and was waiting at the door with Xiaohu.

He took the list and glanced at it casually, but still couldn't understand a single word. The names of the materials were all recorded in ancient characters and symbols, like scribbles. What the hell was that?

Liu Yonglu was still shaking his head as usual, and pondered:

"Not bad, not bad, very good, very good." Then he returned the paper.

"Okay, since you think it's okay, I'll do as you say."

As Liu Yonglu and Xiaohu walked out the door, Marcus pushed the door open, glanced at Brundtrang and asked:
"How about it?"

"It's done. This liar is dead now."

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Outside a dilapidated brick building, colorful ribbon balloons were hung everywhere. Outside the brick building, there was also an extra-large caravan parked with a colorful ribbon hanging on the caravan with the words "Star Truth Circus" written on it.

It seems that the person who is in contact with me at the headquarters is hiding in the circus, but this is normal. In a closed and strange town like Excel, it is difficult for the headquarters to extend its tentacles deeply into the town, and the contact person can only rely on mobile organizations like the circus to risk passing on information.

He handed the envelope to the clown who was in charge of selling tickets at the circus entrance. Five minutes later, the second-floor window above Liu Yonglu's head opened, and a middle-aged fat man with a Mediterranean look stuck his head out and shouted:

"Come up here, little bastard. We haven't seen each other for years. Stop standing outside like an idiot."

As expected of an investigator from the headquarters, he is very cautious and will not easily disclose the investigator's personal information.

Liu Yonglu took Xiaohu to the second floor and entered a small office. A desk took up half of the office space and was piled with various notebooks and bills.

After Haidong brought Liu Yonglu in, he carefully checked the door lock and closed the window before sitting down.

"This is..." Mediterranean looked at Xiaohu with fear. He was also an experienced investigator and could see Xiaohu's problem at a glance.

"My eldest nephew is here to cover my identity. Don't worry, you can trust him."

Mediterranean glanced at Liu Yonglu with a strange expression, thinking that this Investigator Richie was truly extraordinary. Even those who covered up their identities were so unusual.

While carefully taking out a gray envelope from the pile of documents and handing it over.

"Take a look. This is the information provided to you by the headquarters. To be honest, it's not much, but this is how the Axel is. No one can tell how many believers are mixed in with the ordinary people, and no one knows how many informants have disappeared before we got this information."

Liu Yonglu flipped through it and took a rough look...he still didn't know as much as he did. He had been taking naps in the study every day recently and had collected a lot of information from the believers.

The Mediterranean who was sitting opposite felt a little uncomfortable when Xiaohu looked at him. He kept moving his fat body around, and finally couldn't help but say:

"Investigator Ricky, could you… could you please stop letting him look at me like that?"

"Xiaohu, turn your back."

Liu Yonglu had never seen Xiaohu blink, so he was not sure whether the child could close his eyes, so he simply gave the order to turn around.

And Xiaohu... was very obedient. He turned around straight, turned his back and faced the wall to reflect on his mistakes.

But... when Liu Yonglu was checking the headquarters files, Xiaohu had already caught a glimpse of all the contents on it, including the line in the upper left corner: "Investigator Ricky Baldwin".

After seven days, the extra thumb on his left hand couldn't help but tremble happily again.

Liu Yonglu didn't pay attention to this. He just took a quick look to make sure there was nothing he didn't know, and then returned the file.

"Okay, that's it. You can take the file. If you're worried about the danger, you can burn it at night."

Mediterranean was stunned. Investigator Rich finished reading so many pages of files so quickly? You know, five investigators were hanged in a cemetery a few months ago.

"Investigator Ricky, I advise you to take another careful look. You don't have to worry about the safety of the circus. The owner here is a cousin of mine. No one doubts my identity as a manager. You don't have to leave in a hurry."

Mekong thought Liu Yonglu was being too cautious and was afraid that if he stayed here he would arouse suspicion.

"No... I really read it all. All that's written on it is suspected or possible. There's no guaranteed information."

Liu Yonglu grabbed a handful of candies from the candy bowl on the table, put one in his mouth, and handed the rest to Xiaohu.

“The situation in Excel is a bit complicated. Many investigators were discovered by the pagans before they could even begin their investigations and disappeared here.

The intelligence from the headquarters was obtained at a very painful price.

Investigator Rich, without the support of this intelligence, do you know who among the townspeople in Excel Alley are cultists?"

"Hush, I am..."

Liu Yonglu lowered his head and spoke in a low voice.

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