My nemesis tempts me every day

The lingering rain was like the tears shed by a girl after a breakup, and it fell intermittently until midnight. The air in the street became better after the rain, but correspondingly, the rancid smell became stronger.

There was a gust of wind near the early morning, and it crackled the half-drawn windows hanging outside. The eaves of the windows were covered with mold spots, which were all wet by the rain, and it was hard to see them mixed in the mud stains.

Before the sun rose, Gorlando opened his eyes.

There were voices on the poor street, and Gorlando pricked up his ears to listen carefully. They were all meaningless conversations.

The poor people here probably haven’t drunk water for a long time. When they speak, their voices sound hoarse like a broken bellows. Every word is like someone trying to cut a hard bone with a rusty knife that is about to break. , the sound it made was comparable to the whisper of a demon.

Lying on the floor all night, Gorlando felt sore all over his body. He sat up and stretched, pulled the robe that was spread on the floor as a bed sheet, and walked to the only window in the room.

Sticking his head out of the window, Gorlando carefully observed the terrain in this area.

There is a sewer full of sewage just under the window, and there are some rotten vegetables and torn women's underwear floating in it.

Gorlando moved his gaze up to the floor above his head, and could vaguely see a crooked signboard.

The name of the signboard is "Charming Silent Night", and a silhouette of a female body is drawn next to it, and its meaning is self-evident.

It turned out that Tony was also doing this kind of business.

With a sneer, Golando looked elsewhere.

The room Tony let them live in was on the first floor of the big house. Although there were no poor people lying down outside the room, they could still see big men walking around like patrols from time to time.

Gorlando called a big man over, condensed a water polo and sent it over to make the big man moisten his tongue, and then said straight to the point: "I want to get some information."

The big man was also very knowledgeable, with a look of "you just ask".

"My brother and I came from the north." Gorlando intentionally reversed the direction they came from, "So I don't know the situation here, so I want to ask...the water element factor in the south is so abundant, why do you Why don't you go to the south to find water?"

The big man stared at Golando fiercely for a long time, seeing that Golando looked normal and did not seem to be lying (Gorando: Ha ha), he replied truthfully: "It is the territory of evil spirits there, even if there is water source, it has been infected. If you drink it, you will die." become companions of evil spirits."

It was the first time Gorlando heard the name "evil ghost", and he couldn't help but be very concerned, but when he heard the tone of the big man's words, he seemed to have a feeling of "you should understand it when it's all said", and he couldn't help it. It's not good to ask in depth.

——You can't let the judges have doubts, but you can go to other poor people.

At least he caught a clue called "evil ghost" through this big man, confirming his judgment last night.

After the sun rose, the rain on the street transpired into the air, and the temperature increased a little.

Golando pushed Luo Nuoye's head, and said loudly in his ear: "Young master, get up, the sun is already shining on your butt."

Ronoye frowned with two beautiful eyebrows, humming something in his mouth as if he hadn't woken up.

Gorlando laughed, didn't he say that it's not a bad bed?

He raised his voice and said, "Master Amphelos, the Beirut tutor wants to talk to you about your skipping class this morning."

These words were so effective that Ronoye opened his eyes almost immediately, and yelled out in fright when he saw Gorlando's face.

Gorlando touched his face resentfully. There were no wounds or stains. He was handsome and handsome as always. How could he be scary?

Ronoye stroked his chest and leaned on the pillow for a while, then whispered, "It was a good dream..."

"What dream?" Golando asked.

"No, nothing." Ronoye was evasive.

Under the urging of Glando, he got out of bed and put on the black robe of the judge. Just when Tony's people came to pick them up, the two left the room where they stayed overnight.

In order to hide from the rain, the poor on the street squeezed into the gutter and the alleys with eaves above them in extremely awkward postures. Ronoye couldn't bear to see it, and wanted to stop several times.

Every time Gorlando noticed Ronoye's movement, he would cough lightly to call Ronoye's attention back, making him follow closely the person leading the way.

No matter how much you see, you can't change the fate of those people now. It's better to settle yourself first.

……

The house Tony assigned to Glando and Ronoye was very close to Tony's big house, only a few shops away.

There are some simple daily necessities in the house, and what makes Gorlando happy is that there is also a stove for cooking, which is a surprise.

There were some potatoes and wilted vegetables in the sack by the door, enough to feed the two of them for half a month.

Gorlando took a few potatoes, added a handful of vegetables, and cooked breakfast directly on the stove.

"can you cook?"

Ronoye stood beside Golando and asked.

Gorlando's movements are very skillful, and it can be seen that it is definitely not made up and sold now.

"Why, is the young master coming to help too?" Gorlando teased.

Unexpectedly, Ronoye readily agreed: "Okay, what can I do for you?"

Golando blinked at Ronoye for a while, then pointed to the potatoes: "Just peel those potatoes with a knife."

Ronoye hesitantly picked up the kitchen knife on the chopping board.

"If you are afraid of hurting your hands, go to the dining table and wait." Glando added.

Ronoye shook his head with firm eyes: "No, I can."

He stared at the potatoes as if he were taking a magic test, studying how to cut the knife better.

Golando originally planned to instruct Ronoye a few words, but seeing that the other party was so serious, he felt embarrassed to disturb him.

He thought a little darkly: Let the young master figure it out by himself, so that he can better understand the hardships of life.

However, the result of letting Ronoye think about it is... the young master had eight bloody cuts on his delicate hands, and a few potatoes were peeled so ugly that even a dog didn't even bother to look at them.

Gorlando tore off a corner of his shirt to bandage Ronnoyer, feeling a little heartbroken. Fortunately, the young master was strong enough, and he didn't say a word when his hands became like this. Instead, he apologized to Gorlando ashamedly: "I'm sorry, I Not cut well."

"It's okay, you cut it much better than when I took the knife for the first time." Glando comforted.

Of course Ronoye didn't believe it, but he still felt very happy.

Gorlando lowered his head to wrap the "bandage" on the young master, and Ronoye looked at the back of Gorlando's head openly, tracing the hair on the top of Gorlando's head with his eyes.

Gorlando's hair is relatively thick and thick, but it is better than black and thick. Although the hairstyle is messy, it is also in line with his personality. Ronoye just looked at it, and saw Gorlando wrapping his hands all the way .

Gorlando rubbed his chin to admire his masterpiece, and nodded with satisfaction: "Okay, let's eat."

Ronoye looked at the hands that had been bandaged by Golando, and unexpectedly found that Golando still had the ability to take care of the wounded.

When Ronoye mentioned this to Golando, Golando smiled mysteriously: "It is true that he often takes care of the wounded."

It's just that the wounded is himself.

When it was time to eat, Ronoye thought that he would have a mouthful of delicious food, but when he took a spoonful of it, it didn't meet his expectations.

Gorlando's appearance is indeed orderly when cooking, but the finished product... the taste is really not very good.

Glando grinned, imitating the tone of the man yesterday and said, "Hey, it's good to eat something."

"Yeah." Ronoye swallowed the mashed vegetables and potatoes in his mouth, and raised the corners of his mouth slightly.

Gorlando had a panoramic view of Ronoye's smile, and suddenly felt a little flash in front of his eyes.

He thought of a sentence he had seen in his previous life, it seemed to be something like "rough clothes and messy hair do not hide his national appearance", although it was a bit embarrassing to describe the young master as a woman, but at this moment this sentence was very appropriate.

Ronoye's smile is so good-looking that people don't even feel jealous, only endless praise.

……

After breakfast, it can be regarded as making up for the loss of physical strength due to not sleeping well last night. Taking advantage of the sunshine outside, the two came to the poor street and began to look for the object of questioning.

Those people looked respectful when they saw the uniforms of the judges on them, and they didn't dare to lie at all. Even if the questions they asked surprised those people, the poor people still tried their best to answer them in detail.

Therefore, after working half-deceived and half-deceived for a day, the two successfully obtained the following information:

First, evil spirits are zombie-like monsters that can eat human flesh. They will attack villages and towns on the third day of every week, and stay in the ruins at other times.

Second, evil spirits are all transformed from human beings, and they eat people with signs of illness.

Third, only by drinking the black water rewarded by the Judgment Cult can the disease be suppressed, so the poor here are all believers in the Judgment Cult without exception.

Leaving aside why the Inquisitor became the Trial Sect, the important point is that Golando and the others teleported on Sunday, and there were only two days left before the evil spirits attacked the slums.

Gorlando sorted out the information he had obtained during the day in his mind, and slowly let out a breath.

Let him come and see the true face of the evil spirit.