The big orange is the most important [comprehensive British and American]

——When Fiona woke up, she found that she was wrapped tightly, her hands and feet were tied up, even her mouth was gagged, and the blindfolds on her eyes were even more opaque She had to see nothing.This degree of sealing is like a lettuce roll wrapped in bread crumbs and fried in a pan until it becomes puffy. After all, everything can be bread crumbs.

She struggled to break free, and the bound hands and feet touched the surrounding hard things, and besides the rope binding, there was a kind of wrapping feeling more like fabric, which made her quickly make a judgment After she passed out, she should have been tied up completely, deprived of her five senses through simple and brutal physical methods, and then knocked her into the bag, and finally added a box.

It seemed that this person knew Fiona's abilities well. As long as she was completely isolated from the outside world, Fiona would not be able to obtain information through the senses from the outside world, and would not be able to activate any of her abilities.Because whether it is her extraordinary intuition, perception ability, or her predictions that can be called almost infallible, there is such a necessary condition, that is, "be able to perceive the outside world", and this is also the shortcoming of most psychics .

The road without a pre-determined goal is not long. It seems that only a ship sailing under the guidance of the route and the lighthouse can reach the end of the journey. For the psychics, the "information from the outside world" is As important as the lighthouse, the final destination and the route, no matter how powerful the psychic is, without the assistance of these external information used to guide the direction, it will be difficult for them to move forward.

Even if some of the best among them can obtain sporadic information by feeling the surrounding aura without the five senses such as hearing and vision, if these people are placed in Fiona's current situation, they may not be able to obtain sporadic information. Nothing can be done, because this kind of confinement method is completely exclusive to the psychics who are biased towards the mysterious side through physical methods. It is rude and low-tech, but it is really easy to use.

—How did this happen?

With a splitting headache, Fiona recalled the previous events, but she couldn't think of anything wrong anyway, so she had to push back a little bit from the time she went downstairs, trying to infer some points from this still not fuzzy memory. The clues came out.

——When she was going downstairs, she happened to see the old man who was holding on to the stairs and climbing up step by step.

Her hair was all grey, and the clothes she was wearing were half-new and not old, she was terribly destitute, and the silver cross hanging on her chest had oxidized to the point of blackening, and her face was even more criss-crossed. , I know that this old man has experienced too much suffering and hardships, and he may go to see Jehovah someday.

In fact, Fiona could have left her alone.She is a rare person among psychics who has no beliefs. More than 90.00% of psychics have their own beliefs. She can improve her spiritual power by believing in foreign objects, thereby improving her psychic ability. If Naan believes in one thing, she will always believe in herself. You can tell from the ringtone of her mobile phone is "The Internationale". This young believer in materialism is quite hardcore. What is "Never turn a blind eye to the person who asks you for help?" ", "Be compassionate and grateful for everything in the world" such admonitions are of no use to her.

But then again, there are some things, even if they are not stated in beliefs and laws, based on the principle of being worthy of one's conscience, one must know what to do and what not to do.

She is such a person.

So it's not uncommon for Fiona to reach out to help when she's standing on the stairs, leaning sideways to let the dying, bereaved old man pass by:

"Is there anything you can do for me, ma'am?"

The old man raised his head in surprise, a light flashed in his cloudy eyes, as if a shipwreck floating in the vast sea had finally grasped a life-saving straw:

"My daughter is missing...can you help me?"

When a person is desperate to a certain extent, it is unreasonable and he loses his mind. As long as he grabs any climbing object stretching over him, he will die and don't let it go, even if it is just a straw , In the eyes of those in need of help, it seems to be an indestructible cable.

Just like right now, when facing a young girl like Fiona who looks like an underage, this desperate old man also asks her for help, which can be seen.This kind of help-seeking is actually more inclined to talk, because Fiona doesn't look like a reliable person who can help with such a big matter.

But looking at it the other way around, when a person has already started to confide in a group that is less powerful than himself, it is really hopeless and helpless to a certain extent, and he just wants to pour out all the things he wants to say. , and it doesn't matter whether this pouring momentum will scare the opponent or bring trouble to the opponent.

But who can condemn such despair and helplessness?

"This..." Fiona was in a bit of a dilemma, because right now they are in the stairway, and there are too many sources of interference around her. no warranty.

But who can say no to a poor old mother who has lost her daughter and has tears in her eyes?What's more, this person actually sent a request to Fiona just now:

"To be honest, if someone can help me find my daughter, I can give her my life!"

Startled, Fiona immediately stretched out her hands and gently held those skinny hands. The pale and delicate skin contrasted sharply with the chapped, wrinkled hands with age spots: "It's serious, ma'am .”

"May I ask if your daughter has any belongings with you, or just give me a picture of her—" Or if it's not convenient, tell me where she disappeared.

However, before she had time to ask her questions, she felt a slight pain from the place where she held her dry and chapped hands, as if she had been stabbed by something, such as a small thorn. Same.

The pain really shouldn't have caught Fiona's attention.She is a psychic, and just looking at the scarred hands of Daria, who is also a psychic, knows that cuts, burns, stabs, and burns are commonplace. No one's current achievements, not in millions Accumulated from many times of practice and failures, even Fiona's hands also had quite a few fine scars.

Although Fiona usually doesn't use her own blood to launch large-scale high-level spiritism at will - because she has a hunch that she can't do it lightly no matter what - the only one that uses blood as a medium That time, while the effect was outstanding, it also made her firm in that premonition, and she couldn't just hand over the blood.

But this kind of pain, logically speaking, should only cause a little pain in the body, and it would not make her feel that her soul was trembling, and she was roaring to her with a "danger warning" feeling!

What's more, her soul was shocked together with her white witchcraft protection that should have been unbreakable!

She hurriedly raised her head and wanted to withdraw her hand, but she didn't even have the strength to control her movements.When she fell into the boundless darkness, between lightning and flint, Fiona finally understood something vaguely, and now in this boundless darkness completely isolated from the outside world, she finally fully understood why she was in the gutter today. capsized:

It was not unreasonable for the League of Assassins to take away the window frame, because it was stained with her blood.

If her own blood is used as a medium, she can easily break her own barrier and break through the protection of white witchcraft, because no one will think that she is harmful to herself.

Just after she was enlightened, wishing to stuff her stupid self into the box and sink to the bottom, she was roughly carried out of the box, and all the coverings were torn off. The moment the box lid was opened, the outside The dazzling sunlight made her almost cry, and the gold ornaments on the man standing in front of her and looking down at her were even more dazzling than the sunlight:

"Themis."

Fiona squinted her eyes and looked carefully at the person in front of her. Apart from the dangerous and unpredictable future she was about to face, she began to admire this person sincerely.She changed it, and felt that she didn't have the courage. After more than ten years of concentrating on the business, she had a good ability to chase after what she wanted across the ocean. For this, she wanted to call him Say hello, I really deserve to be the daughter of Lei Xiao O Gu:

"Thalia."

Thalia looked at her coldly: "You are really easy for me to find."

Fiona thought for a while: "...Thank you for the compliment?"

The tone of her words was so sincere that Talia was so angry that she laughed back on the spot. When addressing her, she chose not to call her by her first name directly, let alone the middle name she got. Let her be protected by any power from the mysterious side:

"Give me your blood."

Compared with asking, this sentence is more like a notice like "I'm going to start, I just told you in advance". For Thalia, there is such a notice before she completely cuts off her face. , is simply the pinnacle of benevolence.

"What—" Before Fiona could finish her sentence, she felt a sharp pain in her left arm. It turned out that at some point, an assassin wearing a hood had quietly come to her side and directly took the blood. The instrument pierced into her light blue blood vessels, and the bright red blood flowed into the bag used to store the blood. Compared with her slender white arms, it gave an even more thrilling feeling.

"I know you too well." Thalia looked down at her with a half-smile, and the sarcasm was so obvious that even a fool could hear it:

"You are always so soft-hearted, Themis."

"You have been in the League of Assassins for so many years, but you haven't learned anything, so you can be regarded as a different kind of future."

After Thalia left, Fiona realized that she was in the dungeon of the League of Assassins. There were many assassins guarding the door sealed with huge iron chains and locks, and the location was hidden and easy to guard. It is very difficult to attack, and the only place where you can see the outside world freely is a metal window the size of a palm that directly faces the cliff.

She lay down on the cold, wet stone floor with an unknown smell, trying to listen to the cheers that came from afar, and in the cheers, Talia's voice was very penetrating. to her ear:

"This is the authority to spy on the future, and it is the key to the supreme throne—"

After removing those coverings, Fiona's senses had an astonishing leap, as if after staying in the dark for a long time, she would be very sensitive to even the slightest light when she suddenly came outside, and she After all the veils were removed, her perception ability finally reached a moment where she had never had the strength of her previous peak moments.

So right now, in a place where Fiona's vision cannot reach and her perception ability can fully reach, she sees this picture:

Thalia, who was wearing a white robe and countless cumbersome and precious gold ornaments, was standing on the high platform holding the crystal cup containing the blood of the only surviving descendant of the old god "Themis" in the wind. Shout out:

"As long as we have the guidance of the blood of the old gods, from now on, we can spy on all traces of fate!"

"While Fidelis once brought us prophecy, now her daughter will bring us a future within reach. All sacrifices will be rewarded, all for the sake of cleaning the earth and going to A better world!"

Fiona gritted her teeth and murmured a hoarse voice to retort: ​​"...you don't deserve it."

Her ten fingers clasped the ground tightly, and she never let go until all ten joints were faintly white, as if this organization that was always passing on blood and killings had a deep hatred with her, as if she All the anger and unwillingness of my life gathered at this moment, and they made a silent and violent cry in unison:

The glory of the old gods, the glory of the old gods, are not meant to be spent in this kind of place!

And at this moment, a soft and gentle wind passed by Talia who was standing on the high platform.