There is always a cheater behind every detective

After the waiter went in to ask the saint for instructions, Zhao Zhuojie was allowed to accompany him, so the two entered the saint's reception room together, walked through the hall with gauze curtains, and finally saw the saint sitting on the soft white plush cushion, even on the ground A thick blanket covered the footsteps of the two, but the saint who closed her eyes and meditated opened her eyes as if she had sensed it. Only then did they notice that the eyes of the saint were not pure black, but a A very deep purple, although she has an oriental face.

The saint's eyes were still indifferent, making it impossible to see through her emotions. Zhao Zhuojie thought to himself, this woman is more capable of pretending to be an iceberg than he is.

When the two approached, the saint raised her hand to signal the two to sit on the cushion on the other side. In the middle surrounded by the cushion, there were drinks and fruit, which seemed to be prepared for them.

"I saw the shackles of blood on your body." The saint spoke first.

Zhao Zhuojie listened to that godlike tone, raised his sword eyebrows: "Have you investigated us?"

The saint moved her purple eyes to look at Zhao Zhuojie, her eyes were still cold: "There is no need to investigate, I can see, this is my talent, just like Young Master Bai can sense those evils."

This saint seemed to know a lot, Zhao Zhuojie and Bai Yan exchanged glances quietly, a little more afraid of the woman in front of them, God knows what else she knows, whether it will endanger their lives.

The Holy Maiden didn't seem to care what they thought, and went on to say, "They want me to persuade Young Master Bai to provide money to the church."

"Then what do you mean?" Zhao Zhuojie narrowed his eyes, faintly intending to protect Bai Yan.

Knowing Zhao Zhuojie's position in this negotiation, the saint didn't care about Bai Yan's response, and talked directly to Zhao Zhuojie: "I mean, I hope you agree to one of my requests."

"ask?"

"The day after tomorrow, the church will arrange to send the distinguished guests invited this time away. I will make arrangements. Please take care of my daughter and ensure that she remains anonymous and will not be involved in any vortex related to the church. Let her live an ordinary life. Life." The saint said, when she mentioned her daughter, her cold expression finally warmed up, revealing her natural maternal brilliance.

"..."

After hearing this, Zhao Zhuojie became concerned. He looked at Bai Yan, but Bai Yan frowned and stared at the saint, as if in deep thought.

"We've met before." Bai Yan said.

The saint smiled, and Zhao Zhuojie had to admit that she was a rare beauty because of her beautiful face, and then the saint said to Bai Yan: "Yes, I used to be a guest at your house, and you seemed to be a bird that couldn't bear it back then." Poor little bird that fell in the storm, very sad."

"It's you." Bai Yan's previously sealed memories from electric shock therapy have gradually recovered. Hearing what the saint said, the young lady who came suddenly in the Bai family castle appeared in his mind. And his fragile body was about to die because he couldn't bear the overload of electric shock treatment, but he didn't, because the girl put her palm on his body and imprisoned his soul in the body.Thinking about it now, Bai Yan felt that the reason why he was able to survive the electric shock treatment was probably because of the mysterious things this girl did. However, his spirit was not stronger than his body, so his memory was sealed because of the electric shock.

Looking at Bai Yan's face, Zhao Zhuojie knew that there was a story in it, and the content of the story was definitely not good. He was very anxious and wanted to ask clearly, but the current situation obviously didn't allow it.

"But now you are different, you look like a soft sunshine." Regardless of the expressions of the two men, the saint continued, "I believe you can make my daughter feel warm and have a different life." destiny."

"Is it because of the murderer?" Zhao Zhuojie mentioned the tragic death of the believer to the saint in Tuogu, vaguely feeling that the saint was not ignorant of the case.

Sure enough, when this matter was mentioned, the eyes of the saint became blurred, as if she was looking at a world beyond their reach through layers of fog: "The Nemesis has arrived, her footsteps are approaching, and the sharp blade is pointing directly at the entire holy land. God, no one can escape her wrath, we will all be sacrifices to appease the dead, and be buried in the fire. So take her away, she can still leave this rotten place, she is still pure."

Nemesis?The murderer was a woman?Or is it because of the misleading of the saint's over-artistic language?Zhao Zhuojie was a little distressed, he was particularly annoyed by this kind of bastard who had to add thousands of embellishments to a sentence, and always made people guess.

"Undead..." Bai Yan murmured in a low voice. He thought of the man in his dream who had been tortured and finally died, and intuited that the murderer had something to do with the man.

"Hehe, the next saint? Are you not afraid that we will sell her and make her a victim of another Holy Cult?" Zhao Zhuojie threatened viciously.

The saint turned her beautiful face to Zhao Zhuojie, she didn't see anger, it seemed that intimidation could not affect her at all, and it was the same. She said: "Although the soul trying to break free from the shackles of blood is deviant, it is bright, representing righteousness and light. Such a soul Will not do evil."

Zhao Zhuojie was very irritable, because of the saint's tone of voice, and because of a feeling of being seen through, he frowned, and decided not to argue whether his soul was bright or dark, and said in a rough voice: We help you, so what price are you going to pay? No benefits can’t mobilize enthusiasm, can’t you? Maybe if I don’t sell her, I will let her become a miracle doctor and earn some money to live.”

"It's impossible." The saint said coldly: "You may not understand the price of using the resurrection ability. Those hearts, those hearts of living people, do you know their purpose?"

When mentioning the perverted sacrifice of the cult, Zhao Zhuojie frowned, while Bai Yan waited quietly, waiting for the answer from the saint.

The saint didn't make a fool of herself, she continued to explain the doubts for the two: "The blood of living is the source of mobilizing the ability of resurrection. After becoming a saint, you must absorb the blood of your heart every day, otherwise, the ability will be weakened or even lost."

The details of the painstaking efforts are no longer in the scope of the two of them, but they heard such shocking things, which is a bit beyond ordinary people's ability to accept.Do you need to extract your heart and blood every day for the sake of continuous ability?And this holy woman is already 30 years old, and she has to go through that disgusting absorption every day after developing her ability, and now she can talk to them calmly, she is really strong.

"Besides, in my generation, the resurrection ability has been reduced a lot, and I can't compare it with my ancestors. Do you know why there are only ten places in the auction? Because this is almost the total number of people I can save in the past ten years. Others don't know the blood of the Holy Cult. It has begun to fail, the core of the holy religion has begun to corrupt, it has come to an end, this time, it will be the end." said the saint.

Bai Yan was touched, and took the initiative to communicate for the first time: "Since you know, why don't you run away? Is it really okay to leave her behind?"

The calmness on the saint's face was replaced by sadness: "Do you know that each generation of saintesses is constantly suffering the pain of childbirth in order to give birth to the next generation of leader and saintess."

"Continuously?" Zhao Zhuojie heard some clues, not sure: "Is she not your only child?"

"No." The sadness on the saint's face became more intense: "Before her, there were several brothers and sisters who were all deformed, and they were given by the bishop...that is, their father to provide me with the help of improving my resurrection ability. "

"..."

"Imperfect offspring cannot become a stain on the Holy Order, so they are destined to contribute to the Holy Order with their only valuable life... This is what my brother said." The saint smiled lightly at the shocked and angry men on their faces: " But their souls have not been rested in peace, and I will stay here with them."

At this moment, they can understand the sorrow of the saint. This woman with special abilities has no freedom and autonomy in her life, only the holy religion, and this sect broke her heart. In the end, she could not even escape and perish together with the holy religion. fate.

This Fenghuo Cult is really perverted.

Zhao Zhuojie felt that it was a kind of merit that the Nemesis could destroy the Holy Cult, but who was this person?

"Don't feel sad for me. The life of each generation of leader and saint is not long. My mother and father failed to survive the age of 40, and I, even if I escape successfully this time, I will die soon." The smile of the saint is open And holy, as if she has the power to purify people's hearts, even though she is an angel of death wading from a sea of ​​blood.

"Will you agree to my request?" The saint said: "I know that the purpose of your trip is to destroy the holy religion, and this will be done by others, without any effort from you, so I will take this as a reward How about it?"

Regardless of whether there is repayment or not, saving a young child is something Zhao Zhuojie cannot refuse, and Bai Yan regards his idea as the final consideration, so Zhao Zhuojie nodded, and Bai Yan did not refuse.

The saint smiled sincerely, as bright as the morning light breaking through the darkness: "Thank you for your willingness to save the only pure land in my heart. Now, are you two willing to pay a certain amount of money to cover this pleasant conversation?"

In the end, Bai Yan still signed a check for a considerable amount, handed it to the elder with a satisfied smile, and even called the Holy Church to bless Bai Yan.

Zhao Zhuojie really wanted to know what kind of expression they would have when they knew that this was considered as silk gold for this cult.

After doing all this just now, there was a sudden roar, and the ground was shaking, which alarmed everyone including Bai Yan and Zhao Zhuojie. The believers walked towards the direction of the sound, but Bai Yan and Zhao Zhuojie were not stopped from following. Soon follow the flow of people to the accident site.

This is a remote room, and the door of this room was blown away, and a lot of blood was sprayed out in a fan shape at the door, and there was a... person in the room that was blown to pieces?Here is an elder, and the blade of Fury has taken another life.

Zhao Zhuojie observed the scene quietly. The whole room was covered with blood and sundries. He saw a piece of minced meat. There was no scar on the skin, but there were scorched marks on the inside. The bomb seemed to have exploded from the inside of the human body. He also found some pieces of rope, Then came the apparently locked door lock, blasted and twisted, and some small parts.

After quietly sorting out these clues, Zhao Zhuojie discovered that this was a murder case in a secret room, and that the murder weapon was a small time bomb. The production method was very simple, and only needed an alarm clock, a grenade and some strings.It showed that the murderer arranged everything and then disappeared into the secret room. He couldn't help but think of the masked man yesterday.

Just as he was thinking, he heard a noise in his ear, and he looked towards the ceiling, where there was a small iron net deformed by the bombing, and a mask appeared in the vent.

"Who!" Zhao Zhuojie yelled loudly, attracting everyone's attention. The masked man ran away immediately, and then those crazy believers started shooting with their guns. Zhao Zhuojie immediately hugged Bai Yan and squatted by the wall, letting them go away.

"It's him." Bai Yan also wanted to recall the masked man that Zhao Zhuojie had said: "What is he doing?"

"I don't know." Taking advantage of the fact that there was no one in the place, Zhao Zhuojie walked into the murder scene and observed it carefully.

"Will he be caught?" Bai Yan was a little worried for the masked man when he heard the gunshots coming from afar.

"God knows, he was caught because of his lack of ability. What's more, he just got out of shape yesterday, and he dared to climb the ventilation pipe today. It's too careless." Zhao Zhuojie picked up a piece of meat and squeezed it: "Well, this bleeding situation, this is alive and well." He was killed by the bomb, but look, the explosion point should have started near the door, and it exploded from the inside. He should have been cut open and put in a bomb while he was alive. He may not have been conscious at the time. But then he recovered, so he crawled to the door for help while being tied up, but the murderer took the dose accurately, so he was halfway up and was killed in extreme panic."

Listening to Zhao Zhuojie's analysis, Bai Yan imagined how this person was killed, and then nodded: "Tonight, I might be able to dream about this."

"That's impossible." Zhao Zhuojie said seriously, "You won't be able to dream tonight."

Bai Yan was slightly surprised, then turned her head away, brought her red ears to Zhao Zhuojie's sight, her voice trembling slightly pretending to be calm: "It's important."

Zhao Zhuojie was not too nervous. He could see that this bloody baptism against the cult would last until the day the saint said. Since they have no intention of stopping the retribution of the cult, they don't need to participate in this matter at all, and they should stay away.

"It doesn't matter, we just wait and see the show the day after tomorrow. Now we are just on our honeymoon, and there may be a small light bulb for a long time." Zhao Zhuojie smiled irritably, making him handsome and resolute now The image plummeted.

Bai Yan hesitated for a long time but failed to come up with an opinion to persuade Zhao Zhuojie, so she could only be taken away from the bloody murder scene by this beast, and rushed to another feast of flesh, and finally could only plead in a low voice: "Only once today, is that okay? I was very tired yesterday."

Zhao Zhuojie laughed, this night he thoughtfully responded to his lover's request and only did it once, before Bai Yan fell asleep, she suddenly remembered that she had learned a lesson before - it would be better for this man to come three times than one, after all, there are three games There is also an intermission, and there is absolutely no game.

Sure enough?Must remember next time.