Primordial Sequence

In Queens, just after the people who wanted the parliament to leave, a thin layer of seawater quickly flooded the place, and several blue figures emerged from the water. They looked at the empty house, looked at each other, and then turned into a sky full of water. The splash disappeared.

In the dark blue street, Camus wanted to continue to observe the movements of the Continuers through the mirror, but the shock in the Red Castle had to make him stop these actions. He returned to the Red Castle in his sleep, and saw the Book of Destiny on the Red Throne separated. Unable to suppress the statue of justice, he suspended the paper in the air. He didn't turn around and look here until Kamius came in.

"You came?"

Camus saw that the Book of Destiny was not out of the control of the Statue of Justice. He breathed a sigh of relief. He was still frightened by the terrifying strength and ability of the Book of Destiny. The Perpetual One he knew reversed the pointer and the hourglass. Slayers, their abilities are not as terrifying as this thing. It is incredible to think about being able to write other people's future books.

"Is something wrong? What do you want me to do when you mess up the Red Castle?" Kamius looked up at the Book of Destiny and spoke warily.

"Hahaha... I discovered something interesting. No wonder I can't write your destiny. It turns out that your destiny has been modified many times. What I wrote was just your original destiny, wrong destiny, and false destiny."

Hearing his incoherent words, Camus suddenly frowned, what about changing fate, wrong fate, false fate.

"I'll make a deal with you. I'll tell you your future identity and your future destiny, and you let me leave the Red Castle." Seeing Camus talking endlessly about the Book of Silent Destiny, Camus smiled slightly.

"Since it is fate, it is bound to happen. Even you can't write my destiny, so why should I worry about these things? These things are too far away from me. Please just be patient." After finishing speaking, Kamiao spoke loudly.

"The Statue of Justice is at work." After hearing this, the Statue of Justice, who was silent, suddenly took action, slapped the Book of Destiny into the palm of his hand, and suppressed him firmly.

"No... Damn Statue of Justice. When I go out, I will tear it down to repair the house and fill the bathroom. Damn it..." The Book of Destiny, which was originally full of confidence, was stunned by this slap. He cursed Justice loudly. Statue, this guy has been suppressing him for almost a century, and he simply hates him.

"Don't you want to know everything that happened after your resurrection?" Just as his palm was about to close, the cursed Book of Destiny spoke loudly.

"Wait a minute..." Camus raised his hand to stop the statue of justice. He looked at the Book of Destiny with only a white mark left and spoke in a low voice.

"Just tell him directly. Don't say direct suppression. I don't want to talk nonsense to you. Even if you don't tell him, he still knows some clues. Sooner or later I will know."

"Okay... I want you to tell this bastard not to crush him in his palm, and I'll tell you." The Book of Destiny said with a curse.

Camus grinned when he heard this, "I swear on my honor, if you tell me, I will let the Statue of Justice not suppress you, but the condition is...the information is valuable."

"After you were resurrected, you gained the extraordinary characteristics of the Red Emperor for some unknown reason, possessing some high-order abilities. Because you inherited her characteristics, you will gradually become more feminine, and you will be able to ignore the obstruction of blasphemous runes and sealed objects. Constraints, and sometimes even the ability to see something without a mirror.”

"It's gone?" Kamius frowned when he heard this. His reasoning was indeed the same as his own, but the Book of Destiny guy didn't know why he got the extraordinary characteristics of the Red Emperor and the formula of the meteorologist path?

"No more... your fate is very confusing. There are at least three fate lines. This is what I deduced from the fate lines." The Book of Destiny said helplessly. This guy's fate has been wrong again and again, and he still doesn't know it yet. Whether this guy's fate was real or fake, he even doubted whether this person existed. As for 'Mr. Ao', he found it from clues in the future.

"Suppress it, the information is of no value. If you think you can't suppress him, tell me and I will find a way." Kamius waved his hand, the Book of Destiny cursed and was suppressed, and the Statue of Justice heard a majestic voice. .

"No need... My mission is to suppress him. It's quite boring in the Red Castle. The stories he wrote are pretty good. Let him come out and write some stories to relieve the time. By the way... I saw him writing your destiny. He always makes mistakes, but lately he's been guarding me like a thief, but I still saw it." At this point, the Statue of Justice was silent for a while, then spoke uncertainly.

"When he was writing your story, he wrote a name, 'Mr. Aloof,' and finally changed it to Mr. (Ms.) Cold. I wonder what it has to do with you?"

"Damn voyeur, you actually peeped on me writing a story. Peeping Tom, how long have you been peeping? You damn bastard, bastard..." Hearing the Book of Destiny in the palm of the Statue of Justice, he was shocked. He had been watching this old Yinbi peek at him for almost an entire era, and he had read all the conspiracies and conspiracies he had written.

"Write your story honestly. The story you wrote is not bad. Keep up the good work. There are only two of us in this place. How can we do it without some entertainment? Otherwise, do you think you can break away from my oppression on your own?" Justice When the statue spoke calmly, the Book of Destiny trembled with anger. He tried his best to break away from the suppression of the statue of justice, but it had no effect at all.

"Old Yin, I'm not done with you anymore..."

"Too much nonsense, just stay here."

Under the statue, Camus stared dumbfounded at the exchange between the two. He used to think that the Book of Destiny was too powerful and the Statue of Justice was not repressive enough, so he escaped. Unexpectedly, his purpose of releasing the Book of Destiny was Let him write stories to relieve his boredom. It shouldn't be too awesome.

"We are better than each other." Kamiao silently extended his thumb and even spoke his hometown dialect.

"Okay, you can go out. Don't expect me to help you in the future. You are not the true owner of the Red Castle. I have no obligation to help you." The dull voice echoed in the room. Camus bent slightly when he heard it. The cruel reality Tell him to remain in awe of the strong, let alone such an old Yinbi who plays around with the Book of Destiny that contains conspiracy and conspiracy.

Even after Camus left the hall, he heard the curse of the Book of Destiny. He immediately grinned. He was relieved to have such a sealed object to suppress the Book of Destiny. After all, if a guy like the Book of Destiny is released, it will cause a sea of ​​blood. In the end, he still took what he said to the statue of justice seriously. Mr. Cold was indeed his nickname, but what is his connection with Mr. Aloof? After all, this is written in the Book of Destiny. It is undeniable that this guy's ability is too terrifying and he has to guard against it.

The Book of Destiny also says that one has three lines of destiny, and even one's own destiny is false. What exactly happened here?

…

Creighton City, due to the heavy snow, the entire Creighton City was completely white. A little boy was playing on the snow. At this moment, his wooden toy ran to the open sewer on the roadside. He ran over happily. I heard a slightly sad voice.

"Want your toy?"

The little boy looked at the sewer suspiciously. Suddenly, a pair of red claws grabbed his feet and dragged him in. Then there was the sound of intensive chewing from the sewer. Not far away, a gloomy-looking Anna came from a house full of people. It was the crying house that came out. In order to follow up the formula, he had to work for the Democratic Republic Investigation Bureau. However, something has been bothering him recently. For a whole week, 23 children were missing in Creighton City, without any trace. There were no traces, no clues, not even the makeup artist could find him. She had a hunch that this guy was the monster who disappeared a few days ago, the so-called male "bloody witch".