Villain Organization Fishing Rules [Quick Transmigration]

The flute-playing monster?What is that?

As a Master of the Four Rings, my instinct tells me that this is not a child's random swearing.If this Barry was really just trying to scare the little girl, he'd say things like "you're going to be eaten by the devil tonight," "ghosts are coming for you," and so on.

The adjective "playing the flute" is too precise, as if it really happened. Could it be that this is some folklore story of the Polita Kingdom that I don't know.

I watched a group of untidy children running away cursing and disappearing on the peaceful North District Street, then turned around, squatted down, and wiped the dust off the little girl's face with a handkerchief.

"Xia Li, what's the matter with that flute-playing monster?" I didn't ask the group of children why they bullied her, and I guessed her identity.

From what Xiongzi said just now, I heard that she is the daughter of the proprietress of "Stone of the Tree". It seems that the neighbors around think that Dinah's business is not a serious business, and the attitude of adults will affect children, so Barry waited for someone to come. The one who bullied the little girl.

It's hard for me to manage this matter, I don't necessarily want to hang up all the brats and beat them up.Mind projection and other spells are useful, but Dinah was introduced to me by Jasper, the executioner of the Star Sea Church, and he will definitely go here too. Am I doing this little trick to reincarnate earlier?

As for why I went to the hotel recommended by the executioner, on the one hand, it was to maintain the inexperienced foreign businessmen, and on the other hand, I also wanted to let them go to inquire about some information about the executioner, knowing myself and the enemy, so that it would be convenient for later fishing.

Article N of the Fishing Law: You can’t catch fish right after you arrive at a new job, then you will definitely capsize.An experienced salted fish will diligently observe and inquire for a period of time, and then touch the bottom within the scope allowed by the rules.

"At night... I can always hear the flute." Five or six-year-old Xia Li whispered, "Mom can't hear it, and neither can Barry."

Just when I was about to ask something, the proprietress Dinah finally came out from the back kitchen. Naturally, she also saw her daughter's situation through the glass window, immediately put down the plate in her hand, rushed out, and hugged Xia Li into her arms , check for injuries.

I didn't say a word, waiting for this overly nervous woman to calm down. It seems that similar situations have happened more than once.

"A boy from the Hull family again?" Dinah frowned and asked softly. Xia Li nodded in her mother's arms, and felt familiar and safe before she pursed her mouth and her eyes were red with tears.

Dinah sighed silently, with deep helplessness and patience in her eyes, she raised her head to look at me, restrained her sorrow again, and restored the image of the gentle and capable proprietress, and thanked: "It should be you who helped Xia Li, Thank you, Mr Jonas."

"It's easy," I asked after a moment of silence, "Why didn't you tell Mr. Jasper? As a well-respected member of the church, he will definitely find a way to solve this problem."

"No need, I can handle it myself. Mr. Jasper is very busy with work, so don't bother him. In fact, he rarely comes here. He only comes to have a meal during the Xinghai Festival."

The Xinghai Festival, like the Holy Calendar Festival in the Manan Kingdom, is the most important religious festival of the year.The former is the beginning of the new year appointed by the Lord of Star Sea, and the latter is to praise the great goddess of light.

In other words, although Jasper offered Dinah business whenever he could, he only came here once during Chinese New Year, and Dinah did not welcome him.Well, the relationship between these two families is a bit strange.

I happily thought about the gossip about Jasper's private life for a while, and then I brought my thoughts back to the business: only Charlene heard the flute at night.

I don't think it's the little girl lying, or an auditory hallucination from the stress.

Because when Barry was pushing Xia Li just now, I saw the money bag tied around his waist, which was hand-sewn by his mother at first glance, with a letter "J" hooked on it with needlework, but the boy called "Barry Hull," neither first nor last, begins with a "J."

Or is there another meaning?But the words "money" and "purse" in Polita's language also don't start with J.What makes me even more strange is that the boy always looks to the right subconsciously, and the little followers around him always leave a space on his right, as if there should be someone there.

There should have been someone... So, where did that disappear?

Did Barry realize that someone had "disappeared" in his life?

"That boy, Barry Hull, does he have any siblings?" I asked Dinah, looking sideways.

The proprietress shook her head: "He is the only child in Hull's family."

"Then did he have any friends who had a good time and died unfortunately?"

"Mr. Jonas, stop joking," Dinah said helplessly, "It is common for children to fight, but you can rest assured that our community is absolutely safe. For so many years, no child has had any accidents, not even injured. Never had."

...that's not right, but there's a "supposed to be" kind of look around here.

I'm starting to have a toothache, and if I hadn't paid half a month's rent, I'd like to move out now.The North District is more expensive, at least there will not be woken up at four o'clock, and there will be no troubles of suspected "catastrophic events".

No. 36 Haifeng Street, Hull's house.

The family ate a simple dinner at the wooden table, and Barry was scolded by his father for playing with beans on his plate.

He was quite unconvinced, but he didn't dare to offend the head of the family. Even if he was only eight years old, he knew that the whole family could eat and live in a clean single-family house in the southern district because his father went out early and late every day. Return earned.

His father was the junior leader of Mirul's entry and exit registration department. He worked for the kingdom. Because of the generosity of His Majesty Charles III, he was not only well paid, but also quite decent-this is what my mother said at home, She was polishing an expensive polychrome dish at the time.

But my father worked very hard. He needed to go out early and return late for work in and out of Hong Kong. He could only go home on time to have dinner with them one day a week, so he was exhausted and grumpy every day when he came home. My mother said that I must be considerate of my father.

Barry pursed his lips in his heart, of course he knew that his father was great, and when he grew up he would also work for His Majesty the King and earn more and more money.But... his father always scolded him so harshly and impatiently, as if everything he did was wrong.

But it doesn't matter, although he is always angry, he can always vent it on others the next day, such as Xia Li in the hotel.

My mother told the neighbor's wife in private that Xia Li's mother is a slut who deals in flesh and blood, and every hotel is a cover-up. There is such a woman on their street, which really ruins the reputation of all of them.

But there is no way to drive the mother and daughter away. They tried once a few years ago, but this bitch went to the church, saying that the house here is a relic of her husband, and her husband years ago Church sacrifices, in accordance with the decrees jointly promulgated by the church and the kingdom, will unconditionally protect the property of the widows of church personnel.

He has to vent his anger for his mother, and tomorrow, while no one is watching, he will beat that little wild/kind again.

Soon, it was late at night, and Barry was sleeping on his own soft bed. The green curtains swayed slowly with the wind outside the house. The boy couldn't fall asleep. He remembered the sound of the flute playing in the middle of the night that Charlie had said, and he felt hairy, so he went to sleep. Turn around and face inside.There is also a bed in the room that he no longer uses, and it is full of various toys, clothes and books.

Mom said a few days ago that she wanted to get rid of this old bed, which always took up too much space, as well as those toys that Barry no longer played with, books that she no longer read, and clothes that she no longer wore.

"Children are like this. They grow up so fast that they can't wear clothes quickly. After tidying up the house, there are a lot of sundries." Mom said to the neighbor's wife, but at this moment, Barry followed the cold moonlight outside the window. , When he looked at the things on the bed again, he felt a little dazed. Are these really his old toys and clothes?

Barry felt a little cold, he wanted to close the window, he turned over and got out of bed, and carefully tiptoed to the window.The parents downstairs were asleep, and he couldn't let the "creaking" of the wooden boards wake them up, otherwise he would be scolded again.

Suddenly, he heard the sound of a wooden flute coming from outside the window——

It was an indescribable, cheerful and melodious piece of music, full of fatal attraction. Barry's heart seemed to be filled with the pure joy that he had only had when he was younger. There were no extra thoughts, just happiness, clean and simple happiness .

His brain was occupied by this cheerful melody that was repeated repeatedly, and he gradually forgot everything around him, his parents, and all the troubles and sorrows of growing up.Happiness, his whole body is soaked in this word, happy, happy, happy, happy, happy, happy...

Barry's face showed a childlike innocent smile that is ignorant of the world. Following the desire in his heart, he pushed open the door and went downstairs with fanaticism and joy. On the cold gravel road.Beside him are many neighborhood children with the same bright smiles, the youngest is only three or four years old, the oldest one is eleven or twelve years old, both male and female, they all seem to be summoned by something in common to walk in the same direction.

The short, weird, cheerful, sharp, and melodious flute sound continued to flutter in the moonlight.

Barry kept walking. He didn't know how long he had been walking, and he didn't know where he was going. He couldn't think too much in his mind. As the source of the flute sound got closer, the joy in his heart became stronger.

Until he came to the entrance of the twisted void, Barry finally saw the source of the flute sound. It was also a child—a clown dressed in a strange and strong color, holding an old, cracked wooden flute in his small snow-white hand. Looking at Barry, he grinned with bright red lips, indicating that he had chosen Barry, and the sound of the flute became more sharp and cheerful.

The children who were not selected stood still, while Barry, who was selected, walked directly into the void.The moment he stepped into the twisted realm, he suddenly remembered one thing:

He once had a younger brother named John, and the bed, those books, toys and clothes belonged to John... Since when did everyone forget about John?

It seemed to be such a night, John seemed to hear something, walked out with a weird smile, and never came back.

Standing on the window sill on the second floor of Tree Stone, I sighed involuntarily as I looked at the children on Haifeng Street whose thinking had been deluded.

My luck is really bad. If I stayed in a hotel, I would encounter disasters. If I had known this, I might as well have stayed in the slums. Carl was right—at least the broken room was safe.

When I was about to fall asleep at night, I heard the sharp, twisted and piercing sound of the flute, and the almost condensed evil spirit not far away, it was hard for me to pretend I didn't see it.

This thing is very cunning. Ordinary mages can perceive the breath of disaster items. The higher the ring number, the more sensitive it is. For evil gods like my boss, who are good at perception and control, their premonition ability is stronger.

When I was only one ring, I could see the black air on the button and the Shilai River with my naked eyes.But throughout the day, I didn't notice anything unusual.

Before, I thought that although Haifeng Street was quiet and peaceful, it was somewhat deserted.That's right, four or five children were taken away in one night, so it's no wonder it's deserted.I don't know how often this thing comes and how long it exists. If it comes two more times, there should be no children in this place, but the local Xinghai Church has never been aware of the existence of this thing!

In fact, we can’t blame the church for its incompetence. This thing can modify people’s understanding on a large scale. This ability is similar to my "consciousness projection", but "consciousness projection" can only slightly affect the other party. Have the opposite effect.

And directly erasing the cognition of a person's existence, what kind of terrifying ability is this?Maybe Jarno can do it?No, that thing should be less than the evil god, far less than the sense of coercion that boss Xiao gave me.

The question is, what now?

I know very well that the best option right now is to pretend I didn't see anything and go straight back to my room to sleep.Let's not talk about it, I am a mere fourth ring, whether I have the ability to defeat this ghost thing, even if I really save these children, it is basically equivalent to revealing my identity.

However, I couldn't move my feet, my eyes were always glued to the entrance of the void not far away, and my hands were tightly grasping the balcony railing.

The youngest was only three years old, and Charlie was also chosen.

The salted fish is tired, the salted fish sighs, the salted fish... thrusts!