Mystic Holy See

With a wave of the man's hand, the entire desk was turned into pieces, and the paper and other sundries were scattered all over the place.

"What 'mystery' is this?"

Aldridge finally seized an opportunity to read the information.

"The Hegens Killing Weasel".

Aldridge raised his brows: "This guy is actually the killer of the Hegens Society?"

Old friend!

In the Huodu incident, the Hegens Society undoubtedly played a disgraceful role, although it was just a chore, acting as a supporting role to attract the attention of the church on the bright side.

Aldridge didn't get along well with them. Newt, who was killed in front of Aldrich, was almost cut throat by the long-haired man at his residence... All these impressed him deeply.

Also, the high agility displayed by this man is exactly the characteristic of the 'Hagens Killer Weasel', but how could this group of madmen behaving so low-key?

The few people who followed him before were also the Hegens killer?

The man casually flipped through the cluttered pieces on the ground with his feet, finally picked up a small cowhide book on the ground, casually opened it and looked at it, his eyes narrowed happily.

He didn't speak any more, raised his head and waved in the direction of Aldridge, and disappeared in an instant.

Aldrich was silent on the ceiling for a while, then returned to the ground and turned into his body.

The serious-looking old man had turned into a drooling fool, and Aldridge knew that he was about to die.

"The other party also noticed Jefferson's chess game..."

Aldridge has a bit of a headache. Although this possibility has existed from the beginning, it is still very troublesome for someone to actually walk in front of him.

"The records of the three chess games in Gibson's hands must already be in his hands. There must be records of the first game in the book that was taken away just now, but I don't know if there are the other three games."

Aldridge wondered, if he noticed the Jefferson chess game the first time he entered Gibson's house, why didn't he take away or destroy the three books?

Instead, Aldridge, a latecomer, got it.

Shaking his head, Aldridge stopped thinking about this issue. He had no chance of winning the other 4 chess games, and he could only fight for the 3 positions he had already won.

He didn't believe that the man would fight for every 'special candy', otherwise it would affect the balance of the game?

…

Campbell Center Tower, top floor.

The Hegens killer just now appeared in the air wearing a black robe, and threw the book in his hand to the blue-and-white clown.

"Ah…"

The clown gave a strange cry and hurriedly went to pick up the book, almost falling downstairs with a funny posture.

"You will let me destroy the clues that people find based on their ability... Sure enough, you guys have hearts." The man leaned against the low wall on the periphery of the top floor, turning a blind eye to the jokes of the clown.

"Hehehe..." The clown grinned strangely, "He took all the clues by himself, so this game is no fun!"

"It's not fun in the first place. A group of people don't dare to fight, they're chattering!" The man snorted and said boringly.

The clown shook his right index finger, hehe smiled and said: "Human beings are not born free, rules and restrictions must exist, if you can kill casually, a rank 6 like you will kill everyone early. already?"

"But you, the person who made the rules, hired me to help you cheat."

"That's not cheating!" the Joker screamed, "It's part of the rules."

"Yes, yes, isn't it up to you?"

"Hehehe," the clown laughed again, "it was me who had the final say, that idiot Aiken is too rigid."

The clown pulled his clothes and hummed: "Don't talk too much with you boring guy, I'm going to hide clues..."

"And then revealed the clues again?"

"...You are so annoying!"

The clown left a complaint and swooped across the ground.

Killer Hagens supported his robe and said with melodious eyes, "So the order and rules of this world are all a joke..."

"Humans struggling within the rules..."

"It's too humble."

…

Aldridge was eating his lunch at a restaurant.

A well-grilled steak, a piece of fruit and a piece of white bread.

"No matter which city, these things taste the same." Aldridge silently swallowed a mouthful of beef. The taste of black pepper didn't bring a delicious feeling on his tongue, only boredom.

The 'Tianluo' on the auricle transmits Johnny's voice into the ear: "As long as you can eat it, it's fine?"

"It's a bit of a pursuit, Johnny," Aldridge fiddled with his knife and fork. "As an intelligent human being, how can you eat as monotonous as a beast?"

"I don't think there's anything wrong with it," Johnny said, obviously absent-minded, probably still fiddling with bottles and jars in his hand, "When are you coming back? After a night's rest, the Baron Ryrant couldn't wait a bit. ."

"I can't come back for a while, this game..." When Aldridge said 'game', his eyebrows suddenly ached, which made him give up the idea of ​​​​detailing the description, "Let Sunderland do it according to the established plan. ."

"Without considering Baron Ryrant's thoughts?"

"His thoughts will make the 'Giant' sad." Aldridge is an eldest who takes good care of his own people.

"Okay..." Johnny mumbled, UU reading www.uukanshu. com didn't object either. Anyway, I heard that Miss Winnie also has friendship with Mundo.

After the exchange, Aldridge began to eat silently, but after a while he stopped and stared straight at the long line of ants on the ground.

In this lively ordinary restaurant, the waiter was walking back and forth with a plate, but there was a group of tiny ants... It was weird.

The next moment, the body of the ant on the ground suddenly twisted into a slender line, and instantly climbed up Aldrich's trousers!

Not only these ants, but the whole scene is distorted. In Aldrich's vision, it is like a movie scene where time and space suddenly collapsed, abstract and dreamy.

Illusory shadows, long ropes, and monsters rushed towards Aldrich...

"what…"

"Ugh..."

Countless voices that do not exist in reality are shaking Aldrich's eardrums, echoing in his mind, beyond the boundaries of noise, and disgusting.

But Aldrich hardly moved except his face stiffened.

After 3 seconds, all the weirdness faded away and the scene returned to reality.

The restaurant is still the same restaurant, but there are no diners, no waiters, and there are still warm leftovers on the table nearby, proving their previous existence.

Aldridge held a knife and fork in his hand, and in front of him sat a man who was observing him—

He was dressed in dark green, with mysterious and strange patterns on his face.

: . :