Stop Calling Me!

I don't have a shovel to dig the soil, nor a vehicle to transport the corpse, and it feels too disgusting to chop up the corpse.

Shen Yi dragged the corpse back again.

He sighed and decided to hide in the corpse cafe first.

"After the two investigators come to the door, let them help with the corpse."

Sitting back on the chair, Shen Yi thought of one thing, and felt that it was very possible.

"They will attack me. Could it be that they will also attack George and Su Ling?"

Shen Yi took a deep breath, hoping from the bottom of his heart that the two of them would be fine.

Compared with the experienced George, he was more worried about Su Ling, who was a little stunned.

George was the type of person who would run away if he couldn't beat him. If necessary, he would even bargain with the enemy, but Su Ling didn't look like he would let go of the cult.

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Before leaving the coffee shop, George held up the black umbrella and gave Su Ling a special instruction.

He said, "Be careful recently, Su Ling."

Su Ling was slightly taken aback, then turned to look at him suspiciously.

George was silent for a while, and said, "I've already had someone investigate carefully. The ghosts in the bureau will definitely show their feet, and they will be found out soon."

"But before finding out the ghost..."

Su Ling nodded slightly and said, "I understand, don't worry about me too much."

George said suddenly, "I actually know about your father."

"Do you have to talk about this topic?"

Su Ling frowned, she felt that the other party brought up this topic over and over again.

As the drizzle fell slightly, George opened his mouth and said, "Your father used to be a witcher hero, but because he didn't want your mother to die, he went astray and became a cultist."

Su Ling in the raincoat clenched her arms and lowered her head.

George continued: "The hero who was bewitched and fallen ... he hurt a lot of people, and he hurt you as a father."

"In the past few years, you have spent a lot of money for the people hurt by your father, and you have always wanted to make up for your mistakes."

"I think that's enough."

George had Su Ling's file for a long time. He knew very well about her family background and knew that this was actually a little girl living in the shadows.

"I just want to tell you, Su Ling, you and your father will always be two people, and you are also a victim of the incident, so you don't need to make up and repent forever."

Su Ling remained silent for a long, long, long time.

The slight rain hit her face, and there was no expression on her delicate face.

She stared into George's eyes, and there seemed to be a hint of anger in her tone.

"We've only known each other for a few days. Don't think that you know me very well. It will make me very upset to enlighten me in such an elder tone."

"We are partners, but not friends, let alone relatives."

Su Ling didn't hesitate after speaking, turned and left without looking back.

George stood there alone, holding a black umbrella, silent for a long time.

He sighed and stroked his hair back and forth.

"Did I screw up again, damn it, I can't control myself, I knew it would be like this... Maybe, it's okay."

George shook his head, and his back disappeared into the alley outside the coffee shop alone.

An hour later, he returned home.

George lives in a detached house on the outskirts of Bayland.

No relatives, no neighbors nearby, not even a living pet.

George is the only one within 500 meters of the entire villa, and the nearest convenience store is one mile away, making life very inconvenient.

He doesn't need any friends or relatives, because that will undoubtedly hurt others.

After returning to the dark home with no sound, George sat down on the sofa and turned on the TV without turning on the light.

He calmly leaned back and watched the late night show on TV.

For more than ten years, he has been living alone like this, and he has lived through the age of 30, 40...

Even if someone has become my friend, I'm afraid they have already forgotten it.

"Shouldn't have said so much," he said to himself.

Although he and Su Ling had only been partners for a few days, seeing her preoccupied, George couldn't help but say a few more words.

George sighed and pulled an old photo from his trousers pocket.

This is a photo of Su Ling going in and out of the slums.

A little girl with a dirty face, helpless and dazed, wearing a vest covered in mud, holding a broken glass in her hand as a weapon for self-defense.

George closed his eyes and put the photo back in his pocket in silence.

Only relatives and friends can be the price. The senior management of the Anti-Magical Bureau took a fancy to this, and specially arranged a girl who could sympathize with him as a partner.

"I don't know if a character like Boss Shen will be restricted by disaster-level relics?"

After getting along for more than two months, George already regarded Shen Yi as a friend, and he laughed when he thought of this.

Maybe I have a friend who will never disappear.

As for Su Ling, sooner or later he will be completely forgotten by him.

This is the price of using the first edge.

The effect of the second blade is only to reduce the lifespan, and you can find a way to supplement it, but every time you use the first blade, a relative or friend will be completely "forgotten" in the user's world line.

Many details made George understand in his heart that he might have had children and wives, but the "connection" between them and him has been severed.

Even the "Prophet" or others can no longer make them recognize him.

Unless it is the power of the gods outside the world, it can be higher than the rules of the relic.

They are likely to still be alive in this world, and may even still be living in Bayland, but they must get along with strangers when they come into contact with themselves.

"Forget it, there are more important things."

George forced himself not to think about it, but began to organize the various clues in his mind.

It didn't even take until tomorrow morning for the Anti-Magical Bureau to find out who the insider was.

An investigator who communicates and communicates frequently with Quiet Words will never fail to leave something behind.

Moreover, the scope of investigation is actually not large, because the only people who know each battle plan are actually only B-level and above investigators participating in the battle.

Things will be over soon.

But George also knew that if the undercover agent was really Yalei Villard, he might have already left Bayland.

My suggestion to Su Ling to be careful may not be so necessary.

"..."

The surroundings suddenly fell silent.

There was an absolute silence, even the sound of bugs and rain was gone.

unusual.

Everything started to go jarring, as if something had changed.

George, who was sitting on the sofa, squinted his eyes, and felt a very special breath, which was very close, even outside the door of his own house.

Not only that aura, but the human aura gradually increased, at least hundreds of people came around the villa.

The remnants of the Quiet Words...

He sat on the sofa, still did not get up, but calmly turned off the TV.

The earphones rang.

Ender's voice sounded, very surprised: "Boss George, we found it, Ian, that guy is Yale Willard!"

"He used a temporarily unknown method to forge a new life, and passed the annual inspection by the Anti-Magical Bureau."

"Ian is gone now, and our men have started searching for him in the city!"

George nodded slightly, and replied: "You can tell everyone, Yan, no, that Yale Willard should be here with me."

A man in white was standing right in front of George.

From the appearance, he is just a very friendly young man in his early twenties, with white and neat clothes, light blue hair, and a friendly smile on his face.

George saw the young investigator occasionally at the DA, but never spoke to him in depth.

He said calmly: "Yarei, you have been in the Anti-Magical Bureau for so many years, right? It's just that you have never had much contact with me, probably because you don't want me to notice your real body."

He suddenly remembered something and said, "So it turns out that the strangeness I suddenly felt in the abandoned building did not originate from the priest's corpse, but from you who came to report to me."

"How did you do it? As far as I know, no one can escape the entry and annual inspection of the 'Order Indicator', and those who disagree will be pointed out."

Yalei smiled and replied: "Because of the gift of the Quiet Singer, the only gift left by him thousands of years ago, because of his power, I can not be detected by any test relics."

That's it, George nodded, the power of the gods outside the world is indeed unreasonable.

He procrastinated and said, "So, what do you want to do when you come to my house, reminiscing about the old days?"

"Of course I'm not here to catch up, but to kill you, George."

Ya Lei smiled, his smile was very gentle, as if the big brother next door didn't have any aggressive words, but said the most dangerous words.

"I want to say in advance that your relic has no effect on me."

Yalei took out a grimace-like target from his arms, his blood-red eyes seemed to be alive, and kept looking around.

He continued: "Twisted-level relics, 'must-hit targets', can attract weapons with 'flight paths'."

"It's not very versatile. It can only attract bullets at ordinary times, but at certain times, it is a natural enemy for certain people."

George lit a cigarette.