About the Matter That I Joined the Evil Organization

This little detective is sometimes very smart, but sometimes she is really slow, which makes her a little helpless.

Four days of investigation went back and forth between the stairs of the overpass and the victim's home, but up to now there is no clue.

Members of other organizations are inevitably impatient, which is why they look so hurried.

Kerry, known as the prince of the Black Hand Cult, also yawned out of boredom.

Even though everyone around her had such expressions, although Lin was tired, she could tell that she was anxious because she couldn't find any clues.Only number 2 felt tired from the bottom of his heart, and he didn't feel anxious.

"Perhaps he knows something."

Miller really wanted to ask No. 2, but he couldn't imagine that the other party would tell him the truth.

Although from time to time you can feel that he casts the same gaze as the British gentlemen around her, she does have something that men pay attention to and women envy.

The other party's reaction was exactly the same as that of a normal person. Miller was very repulsed by that kind of gaze...

But based on their previous relationship, even if she asked to 'knead', she probably couldn't resist under threat.

But this kind of coercion has never happened before, but he was rubbed hard on the face.

Miller suddenly discovered that he knew nothing about this evil cadre.

First impression of a lousy sleazy guy, later found out to be a vile bastard.

But ever since he became an evil cadre, Miller found himself being constantly helped by the other party.

I owed a debt that was difficult to repay, and it was erased without the other party's mind.

Miller had heard the little detective talk about what happened on Black Karen Island dozens of times, but he always subconsciously thought that the gentle brother-like character and No. 2 were two people at all.

Looking at the moonlight shining into the room, looking at the little one sleeping soundly on the bed, Miller sighed deeply and left the room, dragging his twisted foot.

Walking along the promenade to the open-air pavilion, Miller, who was not sleepy, wanted to appreciate the moonlight on this land.

The night wind blew her light golden wheat hair, and her depressed mood seemed to be much lighter.

Although her mood became lighter, she couldn't help Xiao Budian to solve this incident.

Ordinary murders require prior communication, so that each person can cooperate with Lin to tell the methods and evidence.

Not everyone has Lynn's rich and over-the-top experience.

The clueless case made her feel uneasy for some reason. Not only that, she once saw a picture of a white knight beheading an angel through a revelation.

But in the past few nights, that scene appeared in a dream.

The soft moonlight shines on the pavilion, and night can be said to be the most active time for demons and otaku.

The figure standing alone on the pavilion seemed to attract prying eyes.

"……Oops."

The members of the Black Hand Cult who usually followed were not worried about being targeted at all, but such an obvious act alone seemed to make some people take risks.

Miller can feel the malice of others, and can also feel the eyes of others, which is why she always knows that No. 2 is looking at her from time to time.

"I'm going to cause trouble for Mr. No. 2 again."

She lacked self-awareness about her appearance, and was about to take out the guardian stone.

The slight buzzing sound from the crystallized light wings made those greedy eyes all back away.

Miller noticed the movement, looked towards the source of the sound, and witnessed the white figure under the moonlight.

That figure was covered with holy flames, dragging a dazzling trail of light in the night sky, spreading out three pairs of wings composed of feathers of light like an archangel.

The scattered feathers of light are untouchable phantoms, as if they want to embellish the night, exuding their last energy.

With a large number of feathers of light falling, the white mechanical knight stopped on the guardrail of the pavilion.

There is no doubt that this is a guy of unknown origin, but no one has the courage to stand up and question him.

The extremely exaggerated image, the mirror-like pure white armor, appeared on the stage as if it had captured the beauty of the moonlight.

On the part of the mask covering her face, two light blue crystals with sharp water chestnuts cast her gaze towards her.

Miller's brain has actually stopped at this moment.

The white knight she had been looking for, so exaggerated, so hairy a little too much debut.

Fortunately, those feathers of light are just energy and have no substance, otherwise the hotel owner would probably have a headache for the feathers on the outdoor pavilion early in the morning.

The image of an archangel is the same as the white figure in memory.

Miller could not help subconsciously walking towards the white knight.

Although she inherited the memory of a saint, she didn't have a good impression of angels.

But would the wings of the White Knight, or rather, the wings, be more suitable?After the Feather of Light gradually disappeared, the light blue crystal-like crystallized wings were revealed.

He is not an angel.

Miller thinks so, not to mention the picture he saw through the revelation, it was the white knight who cut down an archangel.

The sacred and unimaginable arrogance is enough to frighten a group of Xiaoxiao.

"It's not good to be here so late..."