Rebel Demon King

Chapter 862 Asgard and the Book of Wisdom (8)

Nishienji Benimaru took out a towel and wiped the grease marks left by Stern King on his clothes vigorously, but found that it was not effective, and immediately took out a small Swiss Army knife from his trouser belt, Open the blade, and slowly scratch the two finger marks on the white suit with the sharp blade.

The sunlight reflected the light of the knife, shining a bright light on his handsome face.His expression was focused, as if he was carving a fine work of art, until the black inner lining was exposed, Xiyuanji Benimaru stopped, and wiped the sharp edge of the Swiss army knife with a towel Wiped it, folded it and put it back in the trouser pocket, looked around, Seionji Benimaru threw the towel into the trash can, then crossed the road and entered the triangular building.

The corridors are full of fallen wooden doors, and there are agents in French uniforms coming and going. They wear simple exoskeletons, carry various guns, and communicate with each other in fluent English.

Xiyuanji Benimaru didn't stay long, and went straight through the yard. When he walked into the yard, he saw that the office with broken windows was full of bullet holes. It was obvious that Cheng Mo and Xie Minyun entered the small building from here. Xiyuanji Benimaru didn't go over, because the efficiency of the star gate was really high. At this time, someone was already carrying the wall paint to repair the bullet holes on the wall, even if he wanted to find any clues, he had no chance.

Xiyuanji Benimaru stopped for a moment and frowned. He couldn't figure out how Cheng Mo and Xie Minyun escaped from the siege.But he didn't think much about it, and continued to walk forward until he reached the residential building near the Gate of Vanves. He saw two ambulances parked by the side of the road, and the medical staff were putting the two black men on stretchers, ready to carry them to the ambulance. car.

There were several Stargate people standing near the ambulance. When Xiyuanji Benimaru walked over, he was asked to show his ID. After he took out the Stargate badge and ID, he was allowed to pass. Xiyuanji Benimaru left. The approaching ambulance glanced at the black man lying on the stretcher, and immediately asked the doctor carrying the stretcher, "Is it serious?"

The doctor wearing a mask didn't even look at Xiyuanji Benimu, and quickly replied: "It's very serious, the cervical spine is fractured, the throat organs are damaged, and I don't know if the brain is affected."

After speaking, the doctor got into the car, closed the door of the ambulance, and soon the ambulance pulled the alarm and drove away quickly. Xiyuanji Benimaru stared at the ambulance and disappeared at the corner of the road, squinted his eyes and walked back , along the way, there are people from the Stargate Engineering Department cleaning up the mess. For them, the current situation is just a small problem, and it will be more troublesome to resume the battle between the Chosen Ones.

Hongwan of Xiyuan Temple walked through the residential buildings all the way to the wall that blocked the iron fence. On the other side of the fence was the crowded Wangfumen flea market.If it weren't for the huge flower-like openings blooming on the green iron fence, the police chase scene just now would have never happened.

Because there are so many tourists here, the engineering department did not give priority to restoring it.Xiyuanji Benimaru approached the iron fence, first observed it, took a little blue fiber from the iron fence that was blooming in all directions, and looked up at the top of the fence, then he looked down at the ground, planting shrubs There is a layer of withered and yellow fallen leaves on the black ground, and there are some messy footprints.

He took a few steps back, squatted down with his hands on his knees, studied for a while in the sparse shadows of trees, and then whispered to himself: "Cheng Mo and Xie Minyun jumped off the fence. , and the people from the star gate came straight over.” Benimaru Nishienji straightened up and went back to the fence, bent a few round iron bars that were in the way, and then bowed his body carefully through the gap and came to the selling point. Between the barbecue truck and the matchbox vendor.Looking down at the barbecue that fell in the middle, he stepped over and strolled leisurely in the flea market like an ordinary tourist, and even bought several inexpensive small items before heading towards the warehouse book market.

When we arrived at the warehouse book market, Xiyuan Temple Benimu circled around the book market for half a circle. The person who was in charge of tracking just now didn’t dare to go too close, and kept following him from a distance. However, Aleister Crowley was so eye-catching, Xiyuan Temple With this iconic character, Hongwan quickly found the store where Cheng Mo and Xie Minyun stayed for a long time.

Noticing that under the poster is an old man wearing presbyopic glasses and a face of age spots about 80 years old who is reading a book seriously, Xienji Benimaru walked over quickly, pretending to be anxious and said to the old man who was reading a book with a pipe in his mouth: "Sir, have you seen my friend?" Seeing the old man raised his head, Xiyuanji Benimaru immediately said again: "One of them wears glasses and is thin, and the other is a very beautiful Chinese girl." After a pause, Xiyuanji Benimaru Sonoji stared at the old man and smiled apologetically, "I was too engrossed in the other places just now. Everything here is really interesting. There are almost no such interesting flea markets in China, so I didn't find the phone at all. The battery is out, so I can't reach them."

Said that Xiyuanji Benimaru also lifted the plastic bag, and glanced at the things he just bought in front of the old man. Inside were antique film cameras, several silver medals, and a military telescope from World War II.

The old man looked at Xiyuanji Benimaru's booty and smiled. He held the pipe between his fingers, spit out his eyes and said, "It's a good harvest. It seems that you Chinese people are all interested in war."

"No, what we are interested in is not the war, but that period of history. We Chinese people hate war very much." Xiyuanji Benimaru said with a serious face.

"This is a good thing! We French are also peace-loving. After World War II," the old man shrugged, "Your friends have gone to the bank to withdraw money, and they will come over later. You can wait here, Or I can lend you my mobile phone." As he said that, the old man took out an old-fashioned Nokia 7610 mobile phone from the drawer, the kind of diamond-shaped mobile phone that can be used to smash walnuts.

Xiyuanji Benimaru smiled and said: "Since this is the case, there is no rush, I will just wait here!"

The old man waved his hand and said, "You can take a look first."

Xiyuanji Benimaru nodded, pretending to be casually browsing in front of the bookshelf, after a while he said casually: "You really have a complete set of books here."

"Of course, there is no one in the entire Wangfumen book market that has as many books as I have. These are the books that have survived since my father." The old man replied proudly.

Xiyuanji Benimaru held up a magazine from the time of the fall of Paris, turned to look at the old man and said, "Indeed, these old magazines cannot be seen elsewhere."

"Do you need it? This one is cheap, because you are a Chinese, fifteen euros a piece."

"Fifteen euros? No problem." Xiyuanji Benimaru casually took a few books and walked back to the desk, put a few magazines in front of the desk, took out the wallet from his pocket, and said, "By the way, Sir, what book does my friend want to buy? Are you going to withdraw money on purpose?"

The old man had no doubts about the handsome Xiyuanji Benimaru who had a Chinese face, and said proudly: "An expensive collection, I bet the book is extremely rare in the whole of Europa."

Xienji Benimaru pretended to accidentally take out half of a stack of euros in his wallet, took out a piece of one hundred euros and handed it to the old man, first said: "You don't need to look for it." No book is expensive for my friends, who are rich."

"Not everything in this world can be bought with money." The old man took one hundred euros, tapped on the pipe, shook his head and said in a tone that you still have too little knowledge, "I'll give you Claude Li's "Book of the Law" was not sold to them for money, but because of fate"

"My God" Xiyuan Temple exclaimed, "It turned out to be "Book of Law"?"

The old man nodded arrogantly.

"Can I see it?"

The old man hesitated for a moment, looked up at Benimaru Xienji's eager eyes, put on his white gloves, took out the scarlet "Book of Law" from the drawer, and put it on the table. "This is the book. If you want to read the contents, you can only read it after your friend buys it back."

Xiyuanji Benimaru stared at the red book on the desk that made the blood pumping and the heart beat faster, as if he saw the slow beating heart of a huge animal, he stared at it intently, and asked in a low voice : "Mr. If you say that no matter how much my friend pays, I will pay ten times to buy it, can you sell it to me?"

The old man picked up the book without hesitation and put it back in the drawer, shaking his head and said: "I said that selling books is not for money, but for fate." He closed the drawer tightly, didn't look at Xiyuanji Benimu Said, "Besides, I am not a person who does not keep promises, but you, it is not appropriate to do this?"

Xiyuanji Benimaru put the wallet back into his trouser pocket, took off his white suit, turned it over to the black waterproof lining, and put it on. The Swiss Army Knife, the bright silver blade accurately popped out of the handle.

Xiyuanji Benimaru smiled and said to the old man: "Since this is the case, I don't need to think about it."

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Xienji Benimaru returned to the safe house near Place de la Bastille with the "Book of the Law". This location is next to the Canal Saint-Martin on one side, and you can see the rows of yachts of the wealthy in Paris; on the other side, it is close to the magnificent Bastille Opera House, the arc-shaped transparent dome looks like the shell of a spacecraft from a distance.Under the Bastille Opera House is the headquarters of the French Iris.

Xiyuanji Benimaru entered the courtyard of the safe house from the back door of a French restaurant. After renovation, this ancient three-storey villa took on a new look. It has been changed to a quiet Japanese style. In addition to the classic Japanese elements such as pools and water lilies, there are also smiling stone Buddhas.

Crossing the courtyard, Xiyuanji Benimaru went straight to the second floor. He first threw the blood-stained suit into the fireplace, then walked into the bedroom and put the red "Book of Law" with a bloody smell under the pillow , went into the bathroom and began to take a shower.In the steaming bathroom, Xienji Benimaru sang "Showa Last Autumn のこと" while letting the scalding hot water drench his skin red until he was sweating profusely after taking a bath. Maru came out of the bathroom wearing a bathrobe.

"Mr. Xiyuanji, when are we going to wait?"

Jing Xing's eager voice came from the living room. From Jing Xing's impatient inquiry, Xiyuanji Benimaru guessed that Jing Xing had been watching him in the room when he would come back. When he saw him enter the yard, he came to look for him immediately. So he should have been waiting in the living room for a while by now.Xiyuanji Benimaru wiped his hair with a bath towel unhurriedly, walked out of the bedroom, and said nonchalantly, "The transaction will probably be completed in a few days, and I have already given you an Ouroboros, you What else is there to worry about? There is no need to rush for these two days!"

Jing Xing subconsciously looked at Uroboros on his wrist, his tone softened, and said in a low voice: "I'm not in a hurry, but my brother has been running around with hostages for almost a month, and he said he wants to Being urged by that girl to ask when I can see Lin Zhinuo, he is also very annoying."

Xienji Benimaru threw the towel on the sofa and said with a smile, "Your brother isn't even a woman, can he?"

Jing Xing smiled bitterly and said: "I think what you said is unfair. You want someone else who can easily kidnap such an important person from Huaxia to Europa? This is really not an easy task."

"Okay! I can only say as soon as possible. After all, this matter is not up to me, and it depends on the other party. In short, the place of the transaction is set in Paris. Your brother should also be in Paris, right?" Xiyuan Temple Hong Maru asked casually.

Jing Xing answered without leaking anything: "I don't know where he is, I only know that he brought Gao Yuemei to Europa, but I don't know exactly where."

Xiyuanji Benimaru said indifferently: "I don't care where your brother hides, as long as I make a deal with Lin Zhinuo, he won't make any fools."

"Don't worry! There will be no delay."

Xiyuanji Benimaru nodded and said, "That's good. In short, you tell your brother to be ready at any time, and a transaction may happen at any time."

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When Cheng Mo practiced wrestling all night and got up from the bed, it was still early in the daylight outside, and Paris was still immersed in a deep blue.He can't get out of bed because of his inconvenient legs and feet. He can only help him to the bathroom after Xie Minyun washes up first. The two of them have nothing to hide now. Although Xie Minyun is a little embarrassed, he didn't hold Cheng Mo when he was standing by the toilet. Dodge hypocritically.

After Cheng Mo finished washing, he sat at the desk and endured the pain to read online. When it was almost nine o'clock, Cheng Mo activated the carrier and asked Jiang Jun to send him to Wangfumen. However, when he arrived at the Wangfumen warehouse book market, the entire warehouse It has been cordoned off, and two or three people in French police uniforms are guarding the warehouse door.

Cheng Mo, who turned into Lin Zhinuo, directly used teleportation and entered the interior of the warehouse. He walked directly to the corner of the warehouse. On the desk under Crowley's poster, there was a human figure drawn with white chalk. The human figure was lying on the table. And the terrazzo floor still has solidified blood.
(End of this chapter)