kill those singularities

Tick.

The sound of viscous liquid dripping.

Tick.

The silent darkness lasted for more than half an hour, and there were faint rustling sounds, and objects whose outlines could not be seen were shaking, shaking...

"Phew." Wen Shuo finally wiped off the sack on her head and breathed fresh air, but she almost gasped as soon as the air entered her nose.

"Why is Nima so disgusting... cough cough."

A faint blue light flashed, and the deliberately lowered female voice went up and down with Wen Shuo's twists and turns, "Is it the smell of blood or rot?"

"It's blood...it doesn't smell of rot." Wen Shuo raised his leg and kicked the surroundings, his toes only brushed debris, and there was no soft body, so he couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.

The light was too dim, and Da Vinci couldn't analyze the scene, so he could only drink tea while waiting for Wen Shuo to complete his rescue.When the Hidden Sword quickly cut the rope on his wrist, the profiteer looked at the time, "Oh, it's been an hour since the perpetrator left, sleep better than I thought?"

"Don't tell me I'm just here on vacation." Wen Shuo stood up and shook a length of rope, raised his wrist to light up the blood-red wet ground, "Hi, are you envious?"

Da Vinci: "..."

This is a large underground space. The ground and walls are all made of stone. There are several arrays painted on the blood-red stained ground, and there are large pieces of graffiti of unknown meaning on the walls. The cold air penetrates through the wet moss little by little.

There were indeed no dead bodies around.After confirming this point, Wen Shuo left here under Da Vinci's instructions, touched the stone door connected to the secret passage, carefully pushed it open, entered the secret passage, and groped towards the deeper and wider space underground.

The almighty man raised his eyebrows and reminded Wen Shuo to be extremely careful, "You'd better walk close to the side. There is new blood and old blood. This arrangement... has the shadow of a cult, and it's not surprising that anything happens."

"Well, this small road can be relieved for the time being? The current air is not too dull, and the possibility of ancient institutions is not very great——"

"laugh"

Wen Shuo turned sideways quickly, and a row of shiny darts stuck to her neck and plunged into the wall.

"..."

OK, OK, I shut up.

Da Vinci smirked, then straightened his face, "Why don't you ask them to come and find the way."

Members of the detective agency and third-rate jugglers were busy following the kidnapper. Wen Shuo waved his hand, picked up a stone and flew out, and cut open an inconspicuous piece of sackcloth on the spiral descending ladder, looking at the green spray more than two meters high. Liquid deadpan.

"It's really cautious. Compared with the organization that bewitched the collective suicide, this kind of vicious and vicious behavior is really more tricky. From the pictures just now, there may be a blood sacrifice ceremony here. It is unknown which kind, but According to the idea of ​​the person who opened the ceremony, you should also be bloodletted."

"So, what I'm more curious about now is whether all the missing people died? Where are the bodies?"

When Wen Shuo was completely close to the bottom of the stairs, an empty and dark tunnel appeared in front of them, and Da Vinci also showed the dissection diagram.

"anyone there?"

"There are no people in the three tunnels, but there are signs of life activity behind the winding and criss-crossing roads like spider silk. I suggest you go in the middle according to the distance."

Wen Shuo quietly sneaked all the way, and finally approached a room without a door.

There are lights, candles, and shadows.Stacks of bookshelves concealed the spacious space behind. The cat crawled around, and finally saw burning candlesticks, scattered wooden boxes, and several unknown instruments.Two slender figures wearing hoods and cloaks were muttering to each other. Their backs were facing Wen Shuo. On the wooden floor in front of them were similarly drawn crooked pictures. On the sofa not far away lay a people.

Wen Shuo squinted his eyes to observe for a while, and rushed out like a swift leopard.He knocked one out neatly with one hand, jumped up at the same time, twisted his legs around the other's neck and slammed it to the ground.

The two pale-faced men in the hood instantly lay down on the ground without moving.

"Ah, is it actually an ordinary person? The appearance of long-term malnutrition, what does this mean? It means that it is not worthwhile to teach xie." Da Vinci scanned the pattern on the floor and urged Wen Shuo to check the humanoid creature on the sofa.

A humanoid creature—a little Caucasian girl with snow-white hair and a slender body wrapped in a dark dress. Aside from the slanted horn growing on her forehead, she is a harmless little guy .

But is she really human?

Wen Shuo stared at the corner for a long time.

Da Vinci was thoughtful.why?Why was she also kidnapped, Wen Shuo was thrown into the sea of ​​blood above, and this little girl with white hair was unconscious in the big study?

Wen Shuo looked at the unconscious little girl for a moment, and confirmed that she was the person Abigail was looking for, Lavinia.

After failing to wake him up, Wen Shuo had no choice but to carry him on his back... and was poked on the head by Lavinia's horn, so he simply hugged him in his arms.I don't know if it's her strength or the kid is too thin, but it's as easy as the mysterious heroine X carrying a sack of snacks.

There is nothing special in this room. There is no diary, crystal ball summoning book or the like. There is only a parchment scroll that has some analytical value. The books on the bookshelf all reveal the atmosphere of street stalls.Wen Shuo took out a bunch of keys from the man in the hood, scanned the room and left with Lavinia.

Da Vinci took a sip of hot tea on the way: "You really missed some very good scenes."

Wen Shuo understood what it meant.

The gloomy and cold underground tunnel and the warm Chaldea are two extremes. However, the atmosphere in Chaldea just after Christmas is not usually subtle. Compared with the two, Wen Shuo is actually more willing to cat to the singularity.

The vast majority of these originate from Gaetia.

Although he wanted to watch Israeli cross talk, Wen Shuo didn't want to meet Gaitia in the corridor, nor did he want to be involved in Israeli photo albums, no, Israeli family ethics dramas.In all fairness, Wen Shuo didn't owe Gaitia anything, but he felt inexplicably embarrassed when he saw the black-skinned king...

What's more, there may be a good show hidden next to the disaster scene.

"...Being a colleague after the grievances have not been resolved, how long will the new and old hatreds be broken. This is my instinct to seek advantages and avoid disadvantages. Since I have foreseen the possibility that I will have a negative experience in advance, it is also a good idea to run away. Very correct choice..."

"In a word, coward."

"Break off, profiteer."

Wen Shuo stopped suddenly, frowned slightly and looked straight ahead into the darkness, holding his breath and concentrating.

"Da Vinci, I seem to see a row of teeth flying in the air, and hair..."

"..."

The Almighty rubbed his arms, it was so cold. "Is that a dark-skinned person?"

"Ah, is there really someone who would be so ignorant of the darkness of the night during the day?"

The man who was so dark that it almost blended into the night: "..."

He was about to say something when he was forcibly choked back.Seeing that the master carefully put down the little girl in his arms, drew out the dagger and entered a state of alert, the man had no choice but to say: "Master of Chaldea, can you give me the witch in your hand?"

"Where is a witch?" Wen Shuo remained motionless: "Are you a heroic spirit?"

This man looks like Father Puqi, and his facial features are a bit like Emiya... But the aura is too cold, as if he dances with the god of death every day and then shoots the god of death.

"I'm a witch hunter." The white-haired and black-skinned servant raised his gun, aiming at Lavinia.

"Wait! Are you going to kill her?"

"Obviously." The black Heroic Spirit's gun-holding hand did not move at all, and his eyes were quite cold. "She is an important sacrifice, and she shouldn't have existed in the first place."

Wen Shuo moved his body to block the pointing of the gun, and raised his dull dagger. "The witch and the sacrifice... Then, do you want to kill her because she is a victim like a 'sacrifice', or do you want to do it because of an unknown identity like a 'witch'?"

"Whatever you say."

"Bang" a ghostly figure descended from the sky one second before the trigger was pulled, almost kicking the gun, and the black heroic spirit had to temporarily avoid its sharp edge in order to avoid the arrows that followed.

The illusory green figure gradually solidified, and Robin straightened his back, "Since you are a witch hunter, then don't hold on to this little girl, okay? There are two groups of serial criminals, why don't you go and see the real one?" Witch, what are you doing, Sergeant Emiya of the police station?"

作者有话要说：祝大家新春快乐！！！新年欧炸！感谢在2020-01-0623:51:48~2020-01-2301:28:42期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

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