Mystery: The Witch and the Calamity

The man chuckled twice, his tone of voice fluctuated, obviously hiding his identity, and with the gloomy and dark environment, it sounded very terrifying.

"Carl? That coachman? I killed him."

"Don't worry, you will be killed with a knife, and you won't suffer any pain."

"You bastard!"

Joyce struggled hard, pulled up the chair under his seat and rushed towards him.

The masked man kicked it back to where it was, and said slowly:

"Calm down, Mr. Best, there's no need to be so anxious if you want to die."

"You know who I am?" Joyce asked.

The man smiled and didn't seem to be nervous at all, and sat opposite again:

"If you don't know, why am I arresting you, a prank?"

"It makes sense."

Joyce nodded and agreed. With the help of the dim candlelight, he noticed that the man was stunned for a second. He calmed down and said:

"Since you know my identity, then tell me what you want, it won't be my life."

"That's right, Junjie is the one who knows the current affairs. If you want to kill you, why bother! Please cooperate, I have no interest in your life."

The masked men applauded pretentiously:

"I will ask you a few questions, you must answer truthfully, otherwise...you know what happens."

Joyce was about to nod his head when suddenly he felt a strong pressure, as if a piece of sandpaper was gently rubbing in his brain, always ready to wipe his brain off. That feeling of hanging was very sad.

Enduring the constant fear and numbness, Joyce immediately judged that this extraordinary ability belonged to the Sequence Seven "Judger" of the arbitrator pathway.

People from the military? Or someone from MI9? It was only yesterday that Thomas came to remind him that it was a coincidence that he was caught here today...

"Why, do you have a different opinion?" Seeing that Joyce didn't say a word, the masked man aggravated the mental pressure on him.

"No...no opinion...you ask." Joyce denied intermittently, his trembling voice expressing his fear and cooperation.

The masked man sat up straight and asked in a deep voice:

"Did William leave you any relics before he died?"

"Yes..." Joyce resolutely admitted that the "whip" in his mind made it difficult for him to lie.

The masked man looked forward to it for two seconds, but found that Joyce didn't continue to speak, he couldn't help being a little annoyed, and said in his heart: Really, you can answer whatever I ask, and don't say anything more!

So he continued to ask, "What did William leave behind?"

"A...notebook..." Joyce answered truthfully.

"What was written in the note?" The masked man felt that he was approaching the answer, and was quite excited for a while, and temporarily tolerated Joyce's stumbling and stumbling, as if he was procrastinating.

Joyce pretended to think and said after a minute:

"The notes... record... the history of the Best family... and some... potion formulas."

This has nothing to do with the answer in the masked man's imagination. He began to feel angry and angry, increased the intensity of his mental oppression, and asked fiercely:

"You're playing with me!"

Joyce endured the bitter taste, his voice was no longer intermittent, but said eagerly:

"No, I'm telling the truth!"

Of course I know you are telling the truth. As an "interrogator", I still have some judgment... But I am still very angry. The masked man no longer induces him, but asks directly:

"Who owns the list left by William?"

"A list? What list?"

Joyce was stunned for a moment when he heard the words, his eyes were full of doubts, and he didn't even pretend, even the movements of his hands paused for a second.

"Fuck, don't play stupid with me." The masked man scolded and continued:

"Even if William didn't give you the list, he must have left you a clue to find it. Think about it carefully, otherwise, I'll turn you into an idiot."

The pain that just woke him up was still vivid in his mind, Joyce hurriedly agreed:

"Let me think about it, give me some time..."

While begging for mercy, Joyce quickly thought about what this so-called "list" was... According to the experience of watching martial arts movies, "list" often refers to the criminal evidence of a group of bad guys, but why does William have "list" , he's a soldier, not a detective...

The masked man was a little impatient, "Goodwill" reminded:

"Don't think about delaying time and waiting for someone to rescue you. No one can find this place."

"Say the answer I want, and I won't hurt you."

Joyce searched all the memories related to William and found that he had never heard him talk about the so-called "list"...

He suggested inappropriately: "Can you give me some hints?"

"Dare to ask for conditions!"

The masked man was dissatisfied at first, but he suppressed the strange feeling and patiently gave a hint:

"About Rorsted's disappearance case."

Missing people!

A flash of inspiration flashed in Joyce's mind, and the fragments of stories that he had obtained through different channels since crossing the road were like beads scattered randomly, suddenly gathered at this moment and connected in series to form a complete necklace.

People buying and selling, William's death, lists, surveillance... all the details come together to form an almost complete story.

The cause of the story is that William found out the truth about the disappearance of Rorsted for some reason, so that he was assassinated... But William had already guessed the result, and he left a "list" in advance that could be used as evidence... This is what Ianna only dares to do The reason why they watched me and didn't dare to do it directly, they were afraid that if something happened to me, the list would be sent to where it shouldn't...

The fog that had been shrouded above his head finally dissipated. Even in the dark, with a sharp sword hanging above his head, Joyce still felt at ease both physically and mentally.

He looked up at the masked man who kidnapped him. Although he didn't know who sent this guy, Joyce could conclude that his life was definitely not in danger.

In the eyes of the masked man, his performance was definitely rewarding. He was very excited and hurriedly asked:

"What comes to mind, say it quickly!"

Who knew that Joyce swung his neck horizontally:

"just kill me."

The mask masculinity laughed, UU reading www.uukanshu.com said sharply:

"You brought it on yourself!"

Having said that, a "spiritual piercing" was released towards Joyce, who screamed in pain again, trembling more violently, and something fell from his body during the tremor.

The masked man looked at the ground subconsciously, and with the help of the weak candlelight, he saw a golden pupil.

It's so beautiful, it should be mine... The masked man had this thought inexplicably, and he lowered his head and tried to pick it up.

After he took the golden pupil in his hand, Joyce, who should have been tied to the chair, suddenly pulled out his hands from behind, clenched a long sword, resisted the pain in his mind, and stabbed forward with all his strength. .

The masked man has been on the battlefield for a long time and has rich combat experience. In this crisis, in a short period of time, he did two things.

The first thing, he turned his body sideways as much as possible to avoid fatal injuries.

The second thing, he threw out the golden pupil he had just held in his hand for less than two seconds.

Based on his experience, he has already discovered that the pupil is a magical item, and all magical items have side effects, so he involuntarily picked it up and it should be one of them...

Unknown negative effects, lethal enough in life and death battles.

His rich experience allowed him to avoid a fatal blow, but inevitably, a huge wound was opened from the left chest to the waist, and the bones were deep.

But he survived.

Then, the masked man found that Joyce did not stop, but ran straight behind him. Just when he was puzzled, two candles fell to the ground, the only light source suddenly disappeared, and the airtight room fell into a blind spot. Five fingers of darkness.

All he heard was Joyce moving around the room, his voice getting smaller and smaller, and finally disappearing into the shadows.