Doomsday Egg

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The red-haired "woman" raised her head slightly, held down the brim of her hat with the hand wearing the red gemstone ring, and showed a charming smile.

"Oh, of course, the good 'Gardenia', ready to bloom for you."

The bearded man called Claw Root pretended to salute, and gestured to the waiter on one side, who immediately understood the meaning and led the red-haired "woman" to the curtain behind the bar, and gave it to the waiter. He has a note.

"Please go in. Mr. Sharman knew you were coming, so he gave special orders."

"Thank you, go get busy." The red-haired "woman" conveniently put a few dollars in the waiter's coat pocket, then lifted the curtain and went inside.

Behind the curtain, at first glance, it seems that there is no special storage room, but in fact there is a mystery inside. The red-haired "woman" snorted and closed the door, walked to a certain wine barrel piled up in the corner in the dim light, and knocked on it. , pulled the upper handle, and the wine barrel slid aside like a spring, revealing an underground entrance of about one square meter.

"Phew... I really hate getting my clothes dirty."

He complained to himself, took off his hat and threw it aside, skillfully pulled down the zipper on the back, and slipped his skirt to the ground, revealing the tights behind him and his slender but well-trained man's body.Binding his long wavy red hair behind his neck, he took a deep breath and let it out slowly. He crouched and climbed down the iron ladder from the entrance to a narrow space like the bottom of a well.

The red-haired "woman"... No, at this moment, she can definitely be called a "red-haired man". She turned the gemstone ring on her hand, shot a small beam of light, and aimed at a certain point on the wall opposite the iron ladder. , the originally solid wall retreated sideways, revealing the doorway of the narrow interior space behind.

"Keep you waiting, Sharman."

The red-haired man walked into the room and greeted loudly deliberately.

Surprisingly, besides him, there is no second human being here.

This is a circular room about ten square meters and only about one person high. After the characters on the note were entered, a masked portrait instantly appeared on the screen on the circular wall.

"Hey, Phil, why don't you meet me as Gertinia, I like you that way."

The man in the mask spoke hoarsely and weirdly, and his voice was obviously processed by a voice changer.

"Anyway, you know who I am, so there's no need to pretend, right? For Sharman, the most notorious intelligence dealer in New York State, there are no unsolvable mysteries, no unintelligible truths, and no unidentified people in this world." people."

The red-haired man——Phil frowned, and tapped on the butterfly-shaped small table with his slender fingers while talking.

Gardenia, which means "Gardenia", is another name of Phil, disguised as a female name, and also the code name of an intermediary assistant.

Although Phil is satisfied with his nickname, he doesn't like the intelligence dealer calling him that, because every time this nickname is uttered from this man's mouth, it reminds him of how unfree he is now.

The "intermediary assistants" that existed in the underworld during this period are a specific profession. Most of them evolved from private detectives and rogue bodyguards. These people have channels and connections to obtain information, They make a living on all kinds of weapons and rare items, and they often contact the killers to earn commissions according to the arrangement of "killing intermediaries".

Phil is in such a profession.He came from a bad background, and he had to work hard on his own for nearly ten years before he achieved any success. Although his life was not stable and prosperous, he was still well-known in the industry. The most important thing was that he had the right to make his own decisions. Do you want to do it and how to do it, but the good days didn't last too long...

This guy code-named Schmetterling (Schmetterling, which means butterfly in German) appeared.

Just like the implication of his name, Sharman used his butterfly wings to win over hundreds of intermediary assistants who were in the same situation as Phil, greedily devoured their flower juice, and ingested their information and contacts for nourishment , and at the same time use his tentacles to pollinate the informants, bringing all kinds of... job opportunities that have to be done.

Those who don't accept his beckoning will end up disappearing from the world.

"Since you know I'm looking for you, then you know what I want to know."

Phil resisted the feeling of nausea, suppressed the restless anger, and stared at the giant face on the peripheral screen.

He really didn't want to ask this person for help if he could, because he knew that for every little he gained, he lost more.

The problem is... there is no time.

He is very clear about Ke Lan's temperament, and everything else is easy to discuss...except for his sister.

Since he was given 24 hours, then...he only had 24 hours.

"I really don't know which one you want to know." The masked face on the screen shook left and right, "Is it the truth about the unknown death of Dean Levins at St. The reason for my sister's disappearance?"

Pooh!

Phil spat hard in his heart. This bastard obviously knew their actions like a master, but he deliberately asked innocent questions. This kind of pretentiousness really bored him.

"What if I want to know both?"

"It's that simple, my dear Phil," said a sinister laugh from behind the masked face, "next time you will meet me in the form of Gertie, by the way, about that black intermediary—William Jetson, I I don’t want to receive any information from him in the future, do you understand what I mean now?”

At the same time, in a motel in S Town, New York State——

Kelan turned on the shower head and drenched his body from top to bottom before taking off his clothes and throwing them aside.

Perhaps it is only possible to relax briefly when taking a shower... But when he thought of his lovely angelic sister being inexplicably replaced by a boy who looked exactly the same but was weird like a demon, he couldn't help but feel depressed.

The steam evaporated and turned into a white mist that permeated the entire bathroom space. Ke Lan took a deep breath and combed the messy hair on his forehead to the back of his head. The pattern is like an ink painting, and the color of the hair on the top of his head gradually fades. When all the black color is washed away by the water flow, only a faint maroon color remains.

Kelan came to the mirror and looked at his own face carefully.

so special.

Although he is not very handsome, and his hair color is no different from that of many European and American people, but once he is paired with this pair of eyes of different colors, all parts of his body look different, and this incongruity even makes him feel uncomfortable. Can't bear to look directly... In his heart, this is a sign of a bastard, always reminding him of how... low his background is.

This life must be kept... at least until the time when protecting her beloved sister grows up.

For such a humble wish, after he was reprimanded for stealing when he was a child, he even sneaked into the church to pray to the gods, but it was only that one time... let him know that this wish of his can only be realized by himself.

This time, I am afraid there will be no exception.

His Lilith must be protected by him.

"Clap!"

There was a slight knock on the bathroom door, and Kelan, who was always in danger, immediately pulled himself out of his past thoughts.

"Who?"

Phil is back?Or are there attackers...?

or……

Through the reflection of the mirror, he saw a small hand sticking to the frosted glass of the bathroom door. It looked like it was pushing the door, but it seemed that it was just holding it.

...Is that the child who woke up?

"Hey, come in if you want to take a shower."

Kelan tried his best to suppress his irritability and opened his mouth. He thought that the other party's response would be to agree to enter, or to retreat politely, but he never expected that the next second would see the other hand sticking up. After that, it was even more shocking. A surprising scene happened——two hands pressed against the glass quickly moved towards the top of the door and even the roof, and a child-sized figure slipped across the frosted glass in an instant, gliding across Kelan's field of vision as if being pulled up to the roof. However, it will soon disappear!

"Hey you!!"

Kelan couldn't help taking a deep breath at such a scene, but he quickly came to his senses after a lot of experience, and then he pulled on the bath towel, rolled up the dagger in his wet clothes, and rushed out of the bathroom door.

When the door opened, he was ready to receive some alternative images, but unfortunately he saw nothing.

Suspicion has not abated.He listened carefully to the subtle movements and looked around for a while, and after making sure that there was nothing unusual, he walked to the bed where the boy was lying asleep - the boy was still sleeping there in the same position as before, seemingly oblivious to what happened just now.

However, Kelan still felt that something was wrong.

The motel rooms are often not very clean, all kinds of stains can be seen everywhere, and there are usually cobwebs in the corners, but now... I don’t know if it’s his illusion, but I always feel that the ceiling is much brighter, and the floors and beds are also brand new .

Could it be because he felt slightly relaxed after taking a bath?

...probably not.

But even if it is different from before, what does it mean?Could it be this guy did it?

...There is no reason.

Looking down at the sleeping child, so comfortable and ignorant of the world, Kelan couldn't help but feel aloof. The one with Lily