Mystery: The Extraordinary Journey Starting from an Angel

"As for the other one, it seems that he used some special method to leave."

"Although I can't restore the complete scene, some things can still be 'seen'."

"Things are more complicated than we imagined."

At this point, he sighed:

"I also know why they stole the bookmarks."

"We have been deceived by Roselle for more than 150 years..."

…………

The sunset splashed on the streets of Backlund as usual.

At this time, in a house in the suburbs.

"How about this assassination success!"

Mr. A sat on the high chair as usual, looking down at his subordinate-Purple Fox.

"Fortunately, this assassination was successfully completed."

"I can feel the traces of the potion digestion."

Purple Fox stood below and reported truthfully that he was about to summarize the role-playing rules in this assassination.

It is estimated that if he assassinates three or four more people, he can be promoted.

"Not bad, then let's go and assassinate these people next!"

Mr. A came to Purple Fox with a wine glass at some point and put a few pieces of information in his hand.

Zihu didn't doubt him and picked up the information and started reading.

But the next second, Zihu's eyes narrowed.

These information are basically some ordinary people, and even some poor people.

Zihu looked at Mr. A in confusion,

"Are you sure these are the targets I want to assassinate?"

"Yeah!"

Mr. A, who returned to the high chair, shook his wine glass and said with certainty,

"These people are your next assassination targets."

"But they are just some ordinary people!"

Zihu's deep voice fluctuated for the first time, and his mood was no longer calm.

Although he called himself a villain, he was not cruel enough to attack ordinary people.

"Why, can't you do it?"

Mr. A saw Zihu's mood and came to Zihu again.

"Isn't this good?"

Mr. A patted Zihu on the shoulder and said, "Isn't it easier to kill ordinary people?"

"But..."

Zihu was still a little hesitant.

Seeing the hesitation in Zihu's eyes, Mr. A directly pulled up Zihu's collar and whispered in his ear:

"Zihu, Zihu!"

"You have to understand!"

"You are an assassin, a Witch Path Extraordinary."

"And the core of the Witch Path is disaster."

"Besides, if we don't do anything with these straws, others will do it. Killing one or two ordinary people, the church won't care at all."

This is indeed the case, and Zihu understands it.

But a person's concept can't be changed so quickly. He still doesn't want to kill ordinary people. This is the only conscience he has left after becoming a villain.

"Waste!"

Seeing that Zihu was not convinced by him, Mr. A was a little annoyed. He threw Zihu to the ground and poured the wine in the glass directly on Zihu.

"Purple Fox, don't be so ungrateful. Do you know how much trouble you will have after assassinating Ka Ping this time?"

Mr. A pointed at Purple Fox and said:

"And you, a waste, have exposed your tracks."

"If I hadn't used the power of the Aurora Society to help you finish it."

"You would have forgotten it a long time ago."

"Now you only have two options. One is to kill these people and advance to Sequence 8."

"The other is to be killed by me."

Mr. A showed his murderous intent to Purple Fox without any concealment.

There is no doubt that if Purple Fox chose the second option, he would definitely kill her.

"Okay, I'll go and assassinate her."

Purple Fox's heart also jumped when he saw Mr. A's murderous intent.

He agreed without hesitation.

As for conscience, get out of the way!

After all, one's own life is the most precious.

Purple Fox is an extremely selfish person. It is impossible for him to disregard his life for these ordinary people. He is not a saint.

"Very good!"

Mr. A nodded with satisfaction.

"The Dark Saint is about to take action."

…………………

Afternoon, Backlund.

"Mr. Moriarty, can I ask you a question?"

Just as Klein was practicing shooting, Talim beside him turned his head and said to him.

"Well, you can charge a consultation fee."

"This order is free, and you can just call me Sherlock."

Klein laughed.

Talim nodded slightly and said hesitantly:

"I have a friend who fell in love with someone he shouldn't love. How should I deal with this situation?"

Although I have always believed that when asking similar questions, "I have a friend" is equivalent to "myself", Talim's emotional color shows that it is not him. He is very embarrassed, but he can't see the slightest pain... Klein, who has activated his spiritual vision, leaned back slightly and clasped his hands together and said:

"I'm sorry, I'm not a psychologist, nor am I one of those experts in newspapers and magazines who are good at solving emotional problems."

"My only suggestion is not to break the law."

"Haha, this is a joke. First of all, we have to figure out what the 'shouldn't' come from? Is there a hatred between the two families?"

Talim glanced at him and said helplessly:

"No, this is not the story of Romeo and Juliet!"

Hearing the other party's answer, Klein seemed to hear a phantom whisper in his ears:

Author: Roselle Gustav...Author: Roselle Gustav...Author: Roselle Gustav...

He shook his head, said sorry to Mr. Sha, and smiled:

"The work Emperor Russell is so classic. When I talk about inappropriate love, I will think of it."

"So, why shouldn't we be together?"

Talim was silent for a few seconds and said:

"I have to keep it a secret. Sorry, just pretend I didn't ask."

Keep it secret?

That is a man of great status...

Falling in love with someone of the same sex?

Falling in love with someone you're related to by blood? Klein suppressed his strong curiosity, spread his hands and said:

“Then I can only give you one more suggestion: read more emotionally-charged best-selling novels like ‘Stormy Heights’ and ‘Love and Jealousy’.”

Talim moved his lips a few times and sighed:

"Hey, this can only be a last resort. In my opinion, the emotions in those best-selling novels simply don't seem to happen between normal humans."

"I think so too!" Klein echoed with deep sympathy.

After smiling at Talim, he got up and went to the underground shooting range to practice shooting and extraordinary abilities. It was almost noon before he returned to the first floor and went straight to the cafeteria.

He had noted before that today's limited offering was foie gras pan-seared in red wine, served with apple slices and butter-soaked bread.

After getting the food, Klein carried the plate and walked to the table where Talim was.

At this moment, in addition to Talim, there was another acquaintance of his, the surgeon Alan Kress who also acted as a guarantee and introduced him to the club.

As soon as he placed the dinner plate and before he could sit down, Klein suddenly noticed a crutch leaning against the famous surgeon's chair.

"Alan, what's wrong?" he asked with concern.

Allen, who is tall, thin, cold-looking, and wearing a pair of gold-rimmed glasses, patted his right leg and said:

"No, don't mention it. This is so unlucky! I fell down the stairs and suffered a serious bone fracture. I had to wear a plaster to fix it."

"What a bad luck."

Klein said with some regret.

At this time, Backlund still couldn't see the sun, as if to provide a backdrop for this unlucky man.