Primordial Sequence

Just after Laura and the others left, among the ruins, Ernie crawled out from under the ruins in disgrace. He looked at the basically destroyed Frank City with his mouth wide open. In order to escape the pursuit of the Moulin Rouge, he had to hide in In the basement, he didn't expect that he would be buried alive in the rubble with a sudden earthquake. When he came out, he saw this scene.

"What happened? They didn't do it, right? The noise was too big." He saw broken eaves and broken walls everywhere in his eyes. Some people who had survived the disaster were either crying bitterly or digging at the ruins. Ernie Looking at all this, his mouth opened wide subconsciously. This was really too weird. He had no choice but to grab a relatively normal person and asked in a low voice. When he found out what happened here, he suddenly became excited and thought to himself You can't stay in this place. If they find it, you'll be doomed.

"Where are you going, Yoder Ernie." Just when Ernie was about to turn around and leave, he suddenly heard a joking voice. He then turned around and found a man wearing a black jacket, blond hair, a delicate face, and a long waist. The lady holding the sword and the gun were looking at him. The distance between them was only a few centimeters, and Ernie even smelled a faint fragrance.

"Fuck..." Seeing this scene, Ernie shrank his eyes and cursed subconsciously. He quickly reached for the pistol at his waist.

"Bang..." Caitlin spat out her red lips. Ernie immediately found that all the bullets in the pistol had been ejected. He immediately knew that he had provoked a big shot, but he seemed to know him. He had obviously changed his face. How did you recognize it?

"Who are you?" Knowing that he couldn't run away, Ernie threw the pistol away and asked carelessly.

"Your father and I are friends. The necklace around your neck was given to you by your father, right? No wonder our makeup artist's potion doesn't work no matter how much you drink it. It turns out you inherited it."

"So that's it." After hearing the explanation, Ernie touched the necklace around his neck. Since he was his father's friend, it was already obvious who the visitor was.

"Haha... Now that you know who I am, then come with me. I won't pursue your case." Seeing Ernie's silence, he took out his musket and flicked it in his hand, and waited. Ernie's reply.

"Don't do anything, I'll go with you." Seeing the other party's behavior, Ernie sighed and followed the woman silently.

Three days later, in Caldecott City, Yuji Cemetery, Anna stood in the endless white forest, holding a few bouquets of flowers in his hands, and behind him was the follower Ogli, who was still chattering.

"You don't know. It is said that all the major forces are taking action outside the city this time. It is said that everyone who is alive has received huge benefits."

Anna didn't pay attention. He glanced around. The new tombs were neatly arranged in the heavy snow. His footsteps moved slowly. After a while, her eyes focused. Three cemeteries lined up appeared in front of him. In sight, she walked over quickly and looked at the snow-covered tombstone in silence.

"Which makeup artist's grave is this? His grave seems to have been dug up." The follower Ogli followed Anna's line of sight and saw a few clear large characters, "Grave of Relimon Kamius", and he immediately understood What was Anna here for? He saw a large dent in Camus's grave and suddenly spoke in surprise.

After hearing this, Anna moved her eyes upward, and indeed saw that Camus' tomb was different from the ones next to it. There was a small deep pit. She walked up and opened the university, and saw a blank space full of snow. The cemetery comes into view.

"He is a makeup artist, and I expected that his grave would be dug up. The extraordinary characteristics of a makeup artist are still too precious." Seeing Anna's silence, her face a little gloomy, the follower spoke carelessly.

"I want to find him, even if it's a corpse. Do you have a way?" After hearing this, Anna turned around.

"Sorry, I don't think anyone except the makeup artist can know where his body went. Of course, maybe the evil spirits in the cemetery will know, but I am not Sequence One, so I have no ability to help you."

Hearing this, Anna stood up from the ground. He reached out and touched the void. A lit oil lamp appeared in his hand. His heart became deeper and deeper. The daytime sky around him suddenly became darker. The followers on the side were already frightened. Dumbfounded, he looked at Anna who was holding an oil lamp and opened her mouth.

"Are you an extraordinary person?"

"Is there a problem?" Anna said lightly. The oil lamp in her hand shook slowly. Several evil spirits with dull eyes emerged from the ground. Anna asked in a low voice.

"Who stole his body?" Looking at the evil spirit with dull eyes, Anna pointed at Camus' graveyard and asked in a cold voice.

"He left on his own." The evil spirit looked at the oil lamp blankly and answered Anna's answer.

After hearing the answer, Anna took back the oil lamp. She was now confused in the snow. Did she walk by herself? Could it be that Camus was controlled by Sequence 1 or was he resurrected? But he prefers the former, after all, coming back from the dead is too outrageous.

After a while, Anna came back to her senses. He looked at the follower Ogli, pursed his lips and spoke in a low voice.

"Let's go back." He put the daffodils he brought in front of the three cemeteries, turned around and left. Ogli, the follower, touched his chin. The other party must have dug the graves for Camus' extraordinary properties. If Camus' extraordinary It would not be good if the characteristics were obtained by evil cultists.

"Wait for me." After a while, Ogli came back to his senses. When he looked back, he saw that Anna had become a small black dot in the distance, and he immediately chased after her anxiously.

Madika Empire, Billing City, Kamuo looked at the 1 gold coin on the table and fell into deep thought. If this continued, he would have to go out to drink the northwest wind. He was wondering if he should go out and post some small advertisements.

"Dingle bell..." At this moment, Camus heard his doorbell ringing. Camus was overjoyed. Business was coming to his door. When he opened the door, he saw a man in a dark green uniform standing at the door of his home. , after seeing him, he handed Kamius a list.

"Sir, this is your bill, including street sanitation, public safety, garden stalls, water and gas bills." Camus' face turned dark when he heard this. He picked up the bill and looked at it. The big words 9 silver coins almost made him lose his money. He was dizzy.

"Sir, please sign."

"I'm just renting a house. Shouldn't you go find the owner?" Kamiao handed back the bill and spoke in a low voice.

"Sir, you live in the house, right? If you live in it, you need to be responsible for all the bills." The tax collector was not cold. He looked at Camus indifferently, and Camus took a deep breath. He looked at the gun on the ground. The two soldiers reluctantly handed over the only remaining gold coin.

"I wish you good luck, sir." After finding a silver coin, the tax collector bowed lightly and turned to leave.

"I'm happy for nothing. It's better than Lin City, but I can't survive without money. I'd better go out and post small advertisements later, and be a shitty detective." Camus cursed and returned to the house. He got a glass of Boiled water, looking at the meteorologist on the table, lost in thought. The next day after his resurrection, he found that he had no power of thunder and lightning, and the purple gnosis line connecting the great existence also disappeared. At that time, he was anxious to track Jack and had no time to deal with it. this matter.

"Now that I have the meteorologist's formula, can I try it? But Susie and the others said that a person can only drink one sequence of potions, and something will happen if he drinks it." Camus, who had lost the power of lightning, was a little confused. He leaned tiredly on the wooden high-backed chair. Just then the doorbell rang. Cammy quickly stuffed the formula into the cabinet and walked to the door to ask in a low voice.

"who?"

"Sir, are you a detective?" A weak female voice came from outside the door. Camus' eyes suddenly lit up and he opened the door. He saw a woman wearing a gray maid uniform outside. He had some freckles on his face. His skin was dark red, and his hands were red and swollen from the cold weather. Camus quickly got out of the way, invited the lady up, and poured him a glass of boiled water. After her face turned rosy, he spoke lightly.

"I wonder what you want to entrust?"

"Sir, I wonder what your charging standards are?" Camus' gentle attitude made the lady relax a little. She asked a bit cautiously, and Camus answered immediately.

"We charge according to the size and difficulty of the matter. You need to tell us what you want to entrust before I can give you the charging standard."

"I need you to help me find my sister. She is studying in the church's public school, but she hasn't come back for two days." Camus' eyes flashed slightly when he heard this. He looked at the mirror next to him and spoke calmly.

"Your sister's name, or something of hers."

"Caniso, sir, his name is Leo Caniso, and this is her necklace..."

"Ma'am, I need to go somewhere, please wait a moment." Camus walked to the kitchen with the mirror and necklace in his hand, and he started to murmur in front of the mirror.

"Great source of nothingness, please give me the right to use the mirror, and please tell me the location of Leo Caniso." The mirror was distorted, and Camus could clearly see that a dark and damp room appeared in the mirror. There was an iron cage in the middle, which contained a bunch of naked girls. They were about ten years old, with dull eyes and dirty bodies. Camus changed his perspective, and a tall courtyard surrounded by tall walls appeared in the mirror. , the courtyard was filled with tall men in black. They were sitting together, laughing and talking dirty words. Camus narrowed his eyes, wrote down the house number, and cut off the connection with the mirror.

"How are you, sir?" Donilu asked anxiously when she saw Camus coming out with a water glass. Camus looked at it and said calmly.

"I will find his location, and the reward..." Camus thought for a while. This lady seemed to be a maid, and she probably didn't have much money, and those people were obviously a group of human traffickers, and they were wearing makeup themselves. The teacher is not suitable for fighting, which means that he can only report the location and let her handle it by herself, so the most she can do is charge an information fee.

"You pay me one gold coin afterwards, and I will find your sister's location." Kamius stretched out a finger and shook it slowly.

"Okay... when will I come to see you?" The maid's face turned pale when she heard this. She clenched her fingers and gritted her teeth and spoke. Camus smiled slightly when she heard this.

"Tomorrow, come to me at this time tomorrow, I will give you the position of sister." After receiving the answer, the maid stood up and bowed slightly, disappearing in the wind and snow. Camus looked at her back by the window and sighed softly. Knowing that even if he gave her the information about her sister, she wouldn't be able to save his sister.

"What a sad world." Kamius sighed.