Mystery: The Fool's Witch Angel

In the Fountain Square, night has enveloped the sky, and the church and surrounding lights are lighting up the place. Jorah covers his ears and leans against the door of the church. With the assistance of Father Gerhardt, Flagg takes a gun to stop the screaming and constant chattering outside. of tramps killed.

There was obviously no sound, and there was nothing else around but ambient sounds, but several people could clearly hear those chaotic voices whispering in their ears, and then violently exploding, making Qiao La and others feel upset.

If Father Gerhardt hadn't brought a level 3 sealed object that had the negative effect of making people lose their perception of the outside world, a few people might not have wanted to leave the church. After all, the sound was too unpleasant.

"Keep one alive, brother. Finally we have a clue."

Jorah quickly ran out and was very lucky to knock over a homeless man who was trying to escape with his mouth open. He knocked him out with another punch and dragged the homeless man back to the church without paying any attention to the stains on his hands.

Flagg also shot those three accomplices to death. They were just asking about the homeless people they saw along the way. Most of them said something they didn't know, or they came to ask for food or money. Jorah, who became grumpy, gave them their favorite mouth scrapers, and the homeless people he saw behind them all ran away.

Back outside the Fountain Square, they noticed a homeless man holding a conch and shaking it wildly. The two hurried up and the man fell to the ground and died. The people next to him wanted to leave but were stopped by Jorah and Flagg. Those who were still moving were forced back by Flagg's shot. At this time, the homeless man sitting next to the deceased stuffed the conch directly into the deceased's mouth and broke it, and crazy noises began to rage here. The dead man also stood up and began to scream with the people around him. Those who were not affected immediately fainted when they heard it.

"It's strange. I haven't encountered this kind of ability before. It doesn't require making a sound." Flagg felt that maybe he had never seen the world and was embarrassed to say this.

"I didn't expect them to be hiding here. It's really hard to find them!"

Father Gerhardt came here and prayed for the deceased. The homeless homeless people who had passed out and stayed overnight had not yet woken up. Now Flagg could only ask the police to take everyone present and lock them up. Fortunately, the number was not too many.

"Teacher, Flagg, this is a soothing potion. Please drink it. It will help your mental stability." Salmont gave two small tubes of potion to Gerhardt and Flagg and asked them to drink it.

"Thank you, Samonte."

A few people regained their energy and looked at the corpse that caused the problem. Inside the open mouth were conch fragments stained red with blood. The expression remained as if it was shouting before death. The body exuded a stench and the clothes were in tatters. and skin covered in dirt.

"It looks very similar to Hu Bo's, but Hu Bo made the sound directly. We still have to be careful later. If they are premeditated and organized, they can preemptively interfere with us, and then others can seize that moment and attack with fatal consequences. One hit." Flagg analyzed based on his own experience.

"Let's see if we can find out anything first. Let's dispose of these corpses by the way." Father Gerhardt took out a piece of cloth and asked Flagg to turn the deceased over and pat out the bloody fragments inside the mouth. Gerhard quickly wrapped it up and took it back to the church.

Samant looked around and expressed his doubts. "There are fewer homeless people here. Did you scare them away, Flag?"

"Yeah, it's too few. You reminded me to strictly check the homeless people who have left here recently. Salmont, take a look here. When the police arrive, let them arrest these people and watch them."

Flagg patted Salmont on the shoulder and quickly walked into the church, leaving Salmont thoughtful. He did not expect that the followers of the evil god were staying at the foot of the church. Sure enough, the most dangerous place is the safest place. What follows? How to arrange the plan? Let it go first!

In the manor, Hermione and Dermot were in the women's room, sitting at a table covered with a beige patterned tablecloth, chatting. The yellow light makes the place a little dim, but it's just enough to see the night view outside the window.

After putting down the cup, Hermione found herself very calm. She didn't know why she didn't think about the things she was thinking about just now. Is it because of her mind? I'm afraid Dermot, who was sitting next to him, was also very awake and thinking about his own things.

"Teacher Hermione, you didn't have a lot to say just now, why are you so boring and yet you haven't said anything yet."

"I'm here to listen to you. It's better to know less about my affairs. After all, I am a disaster. Do you like disasters? The way those people look at me is more like an instinctive desire. I have tried very hard to restrain it. Watching you every day like an audience." After saying that, Hermione poured some sour beer into the cup, feeling a little depressed, and it was just right for a drink.

"When you say this, I seem to like your appearance first. You made me feel very close to you at first, and then as we got along, I discovered that you are also a very gentle and kind person, as if you are not from this world. You see Although those people outside are very indifferent, I can detect the pity, pain, and helplessness in their eyes. Although sometimes anger can suddenly become very scary, making the air around you freeze, but we still like to be with you get along."

"Don't think that I don't know. You always come to take advantage of me secretly. The saliva on my face belongs to you. You don't care about it because we are good sisters. How do you plan to deal with this matter? Is it to throw Emma away? For someone else’s foster care?”

When Hermione was in Pulitzer, it was difficult for her to have such an opportunity because Voppel had to take care of Gloor. She usually preferred to visit the clothing store opened by herself and her friends and use Hermione as a model.

"I didn't expect to be discovered by you. Who makes you so beautiful? We don't know why but we like to stay with you. Can you satisfy the little wish of a lonely widow like me?"

"What about Emma?"

Seeing that Dermot was avoiding the topic and leaning the topic closer to her, Hermione directly pulled her to ask her to answer. She said that it was really possible to sell the little girl Emma to the Red Theater in this world, and everyone would turn a blind eye. Illegitimate girls were not considered children of the family at all. There were already many mishaps with tragic endings in the town. He's an orphan, so at least he can stay and be a servant.

Dermot leaned against Hermione and drank half a glass of wine. His eyes returned to their usual firmness: "You know what? If I agree, then I will be a joke in Kamari Town, and my dignity will be gone. That will be different from the outside world." What is the difference between the girls standing on the street? They are unable to fight against life, but I can fight against my injustice.

"Why do you all come to persuade me? I am obviously the victim! Have I done anything wrong? I have been playing the role of a qualified wife and Hans's mother, and I have not looked for anything like Ortel and Redman. Have fun, do they think I don’t know? I know everything, I just don’t want to ruin the relationship between us.

"Just because she is young and ignorant, is she pitiable? But who is going to pity me? Do you think I am that kind of bad person? Am I a bad person?

After a series of answers, Dermot burst into tears, and his tears wet the clothes on Hermione's chest. Hermione also held her in her arms, letting her vent her accumulated emotions. Just say it like this, it's not good to hold it in, it will accumulate more and more, and you will be a bad person!

"Originally, I was out of sight and out of mind, but I didn't expect her to be so ignorant. Now I won't admit it publicly. This is the bottom line. For your sake, I can let her stay and be a traitor from now on. Si's maid.

'But what does a 3-year-old know? She has no choice. 'Hermione didn't say anything, she wouldn't say this to Dermot, so she could only keep comforting her. At least Emma doesn't have to worry about her future life.

"We are all powerless in the face of fate. We can only choose from the existing options. All we can do is hope for a better outcome. You can go talk to Geisler. After all, it is better to talk. You still have a long life ahead of you, as well as Hans. And I’m not a good person, so you don’t have to worry.”

"Shouldn't good people not have to worry?" Dermot said with a nasal tone in an annoyed tone.

"So you have to be careful with me to prevent me from going crazy one day."

"Then I'll probably go crazy too."

Hermione suddenly laughed while holding Dermot, and Dermot followed suit, not sure whether it was self-deprecation or happiness.

After spending some time coaxing Dermot, Hermione asked Marilis, who heard the cry, to help her go to Geisler. Although there were some ping-pong sounds coming from behind, it should be generally stable. She didn't know whether this was right or wrong.

After dealing with this for a while, Hermione finally had some time to prepare herself. I climbed out of the window and found a relatively good high point. I planned to set up some perception magic and find a few spirits to watch the wind, so that I could get feedback even if I wasn't here.

'Spirit that is willing to be driven by me, come and help me do something. '