I upgraded and added points in the Holy Inquisition

"Where is the holder of the Book of Truth?"

The moment the courtesan raised this question, the air in the entire room fell into a solid state, as if the whole world was standing still at this moment.

Then, the body of the benefactor next to her was instantly crushed by an invisible force, then twisted into a twist, and finally scattered like pieces of paper.

But not a drop of blood was shed...

Not even a single fragment fell to the floor. While the fragments of body tissue were still flying in the air, they were further twisted into even finer twists, and then shattered into dust and dissipated in the air. middle.

The courtesan herself also instantly felt an irresistible invisible force coming over her head.

She, or rather he, did not choose to resist, but spread his arms, as if to accept and embrace it all.

In the next second, her entire body was shattered into pieces, like a broken mirror under her feet.

No one knows what kind of results he got from his divination. Maybe such a miserable ending is the result he got.

However, in that large piece of fragmented flesh and blood, something was quietly squirming...

They were a few nematodes as thin as capillaries.

Under such clarity of power, although they have been broken into several sections, they still remain active, squirming together, gradually merging, and finally turning into a blood-red slender nematode again.

It squirmed on the blood-soaked carpet and sneaked into the drain in the house.

This luxurious room finally became quiet, but the solid air and the invisible power that had not completely dissipated were still stirring around.

Then a waiter knocked on the door and asked:

"Sir? Your wife is waiting for you in the hall..."

There was no response from the room, so the waiter waited patiently for a while and knocked on the door again.

"gentlemen?"

Then, he boldly opened the door.

The next second, his body began to twist, his skin began to burn, and his limbs began to change in the direction of the monster.

Not even a scream came out of his throat, but he started a series of indistinct low murmurs.

In just a moment, an innocent ordinary person fell into madness and transformed into a terrifying monster.

........................

"Try this?"

Wei Ya pulled a piece of fish steak that was fried to golden brown and crispy and cut into squares in front of Lloyd.

It was already time to get off work. Lloyd was ordered not to go home, and Wei Ya was ordered to accompany him. The two of them ate the dinner brought by Wei Ya in the luxurious guest room on the 8th floor.

There is actually a special dining table here, which is thin and long and can seat many people, but the two of them chose to sit on the sofa and put the food on the coffee table to eat.

Maybe it's because we can sit side by side and be very close; maybe it's because the dining table is too serious and lacks a bit of casualness and warmth.

"Yeah! It's delicious!"

Lloyd took a bite of the fish steak, nodded repeatedly, and then asked:

"I didn't expect that there is such delicious food in the cafeteria?"

Obviously Wei Ya was sitting next to him, but the moment he tasted the delicious food, the first thing that came to his mind was to take it back and give it to his sister to try...

Wei Ya smiled softly and replied:

"It's not from the canteen. I went out and bought it in a town outside."

As she spoke, she lowered her head slightly, pushed a sandwich with ham in front of Lloyd, lowered her voice unconsciously, and said softly:

"I... also bought this in the town. Do you want to try it too?"

Lloyd nodded, picked it up and took a bite.

Lettuce, tomatoes, onions and ham...

"This is far from it. There is a big problem with the combination of ingredients, and the taste lacks layering. It seems that the chef's level is not as good as mine."

Lloyd truthfully expressed his inner evaluation.

"Eh? Is that so? Then I'll make a note of it, and I'll... never go to that store again."

Wei Ya still spoke in a low voice, blinked again, with a complicated look on her face.

But he quickly returned to normal, smiled reluctantly, and then asked:

"According to you, you are good at cooking?"

"Yes, I am quite confident in my cooking skills. Although my starting point is relatively low, I am making rapid progress."

"Is that so? It seems that you are indeed talented in every aspect, except for that aspect...forget it, I hope I have the opportunity to taste your craftsmanship in the future."

"It's easy to talk to. Just come to my house for dinner when you have time."

The two of them chatted for a while and finished the dinner quickly.

But it's still early before bed, and there's still plenty of time to spend together.

Of course, Lloyd would not waste such precious time, so he bent down and took out a book from under the sofa, preparing to discuss this with Wei Ya.

Coincidentally, Wei Ya also took out a book from behind her back and prepared to discuss it with Lloyd.

The two actually reached some kind of subtle tacit understanding.

However, what Lloyd took out was the equipment science book borrowed today, which was as thick as a square brick.

What Wei Ya took out was a fashion magazine on popular songs and popular plays...

Then he glanced at the book in Lloyd's hand, shook his head secretly, and hid the magazine behind his back before he noticed it.

Lloyd asked again as if nothing had happened:

"I read half of this book today. I find it very interesting. It tells the development trajectory of our current equipment. Have you read it?"

"Well... I flipped through a few pages, but I didn't finish it."

"Isn't that just right? Come on, let's study together."

As Lloyd spoke, he moved closer to Weiya, then opened the book, placed it on his lap, and motioned for Weiya to read it too.

The two of them were like children who wanted to share fairy tales, which made Wei Ya dumbfounded.

But this feeling and atmosphere are pretty good, right?

For the rest of the night, the two of them stood side by side, studying the contents of the book seriously, and discussing a few words from time to time.

This kind of learning efficiency is naturally very slow, not as fast as Lloyd's own reading, but he doesn't mind, and actually enjoys the process.

It wasn't until it was almost time to go to bed that the two separated with some lingering feelings.

"Good night Lloyd, I'll be staying in the next room tonight. You can call me if you need to."

As Wei Ya spoke, she realized that her words were not quite right and might cause misunderstanding, so she quickly explained:

"I mean, when you are in danger or need help."

Lloyd: "???"

He didn't quite understand why Wei Ya suddenly explained.

But he still said good night to Wei Ya and ran to take a shower.

........................

The tallest securities company building in the west of the city is currently the tallest building in the city. From the rooftop at night, you can overlook the night view of the entire dazzling city, and you can also feel the biting cool breeze at night.

A disheveled upper-class man, with his tie, top hat and monocle missing, was standing on the edge of the rooftop, looking at the pedestrians and vehicles as tiny as ants below.

This morning, he was still a decent securities manager, trading for many wealthy people, and his future was immeasurable.

But with just a small fluctuation in the afternoon, he was instantly impoverished and owed a huge debt. There were countless people looking for him, ready to cut something from him to vent their anger.

So he drank a lot of wine at night and then came to the rooftop.

Under the influence of alcohol, he was a little shaky, but his hands instinctively grasped the fence tightly, for fear that he would really fall.

After wandering on the edge of life and death for half an hour, as his drunkenness was gradually blown away by the cold wind, he suddenly remembered something.

It was a 'transfer ceremony' that I heard in a high-end bar before, from the mouth of a gorgeous socialite.

The manager still remembered that this social butterfly was a struggling migrant worker two or three years ago. Maybe she gave up something later, so she clung to the high branches until she could drink at the same table with him.

She attributed it all to the mysterious 'Transportation Ceremony', saying that it was the key to bringing about changes in her desperate situation.

As a highly educated elite, the manager naturally didn't believe this at first. It was just that the woman was showing off her mystery and raising her own worth.

But when he reached such a desperate situation, he suddenly believed these words.

And I can still clearly remember what is needed for the 'Transfer Ceremony' and every step.

That was obviously at least a year ago...

But the manager can no longer control this. Power should be the last straw in a desperate situation and must be held tightly.

He quickly ran down the rooftop and used the last cash on his body to buy the most basic three-piece set of candles, incense, and a mirror.

The great thing about this ceremony is that it only requires this simple thing.

The manager then hurried back to his office, locked the door tightly, lit incense and candles, faced the mirror, and began to whisper the mantra taught to him by the courtesan.

The spell had no clear meaning, it just sounded like a vague gibbering.

But at this time, the manager clearly remembered the pronunciation of each character, the order of each note, and recited it word for word.

In the dark office, only the flickering candlelight provided illumination, flickering on and off, projecting the vague shadow of the manager on the wall behind.

Until he finished reading the last byte.

Then continue to maintain the posture of chanting the mantra, close your eyes tightly, and clasp your hands in front of your chest.

But his shadow reflected on the wall suddenly began to twitch and struggle, as if enduring great pain and making a final death struggle.

About two or three seconds later, the manager opened his eyes again, looked down at his hands, and murmured:

"Weak...but already the best we can find."