13 Mink Street

Mrs. Tang Li took a deep breath and let it out slowly. Although she did not turn around, the expression of Mrs. Fisher at this time had already appeared in her mind.

Some people will change, such as herself. Over the years, she has been constantly adapting to her identity and her own life, so as to blend in and enjoy it.

But some people will not change, such as Mrs. Fisher.

It's not that she doesn't want to change, but that she doesn't have the conditions to change.

She seemed to be lying on a floor covered with barbs, the wound had already started to fester, emitting a stench, and the pain and suffering accompanied her all day long.

But she's used to it.

If you let her get up again or turn over to leave the floor, her body will inevitably touch other barbs, and she will be afraid of pain.

"The past..."

Upon hearing this, Mrs. Fisher asked, "You want to persuade me to let go?"

Mrs. Tang Li shook her head and said, "The past has nothing to do with the children."

"Children?" Mrs. Fisher frowned slightly.

Mrs. Tang Li made up for it calmly: "My son has been tortured by the curse until now because he inherited my blood. If I had a choice, I hope he will not touch the slightest bit of such pain. When I saw When your granddaughter saw her groggy as if she was dozing off, I knew that you must have made her childhood very gloomy."

"As a descendant of the Fisher family, she has a mission of revenge."

"What mission?"

"revenge!"

"Do you want her to take revenge on Dis? Do you think it's possible?"

Mrs. Fisher suddenly smiled and said, "Dan Diss also has descendants."

"hehe."

Mrs. Tang Li laughed. She used her laughter to hide the murderous desire that rose in her heart after hearing this sentence.

Mrs. Fisher picked up a strawberry on the plate on the table, took a bite, and threw the rest at her feet. Her son immediately poked his head out, ate the strawberry, and licked the floor clean.

"I'm very happy that you can come to see me, really, it reminds me of the old days, ha ha." Mrs. Fisher laughed to herself again, "I really didn't expect you to be with me at that time. That silly boy Deron came together, in my opinion, except for the blood of the Guman family, he is nothing special in other respects, alas, he is completely unworthy of being with Disby."

My husband, I can scold and ridicule him, but when outsiders talk about him, I must be unhappy.

Mrs. Tang Li turned around, looked at Mrs. Fisher, leaned forward, and said:

"Deron certainly doesn't deserve to be with Disby."

"Yes, I knew you were very clear..."

"But I've always known one thing, that is, I'm not good enough for Diss either."

Mrs. Fisher's face became stiff, because she knew that what she said was about herself!

Mrs. Tang Li stood up straight again, and said, "Why do you keep living in your own dream?"

"You don't understand!" Mrs. Fisher's voice suddenly became sharp, "You don't understand what love is at all. You Alter family members are a kind of blood parasite!"

"Then do you understand?"

"I understand, of course I understand!"

"You know love, why did you go to confess to Dies when you were already married?"

"Marriage is not love. Binding love with marriage is a kind of blasphemy against love!"

"Do you know why I haven't come to you for so many years since that incident happened? Even though, our relationship back then was very good. Because I found out that I am not the same person as you.

You regard reality as a dream, in your dream, you only care about yourself, only consider your own feelings, likes and dislikes, you are too selfish.

It's very insecure to be friends with you. "

Mrs. Fisher didn't take it seriously, and said, "I'm just more real than all of you, unlike you, who are all hypocritical."

"Then guess, does Diss know the truth about that incident back then?"

Mrs. Fisher froze.

Mrs. Tang Li continued: "It seems that you always have an answer in your heart."

"Even if he knew, so what, he still didn't have the heart to kill me. He has me in his heart."

Mrs. Tang Li picked up a whole strawberry from the table, bent down, and handed it to the man under the table. The man opened his mouth, took it and chewed it. After swallowing it, he stuck out his tongue at her to express his intimacy.

"Is your life happy all these years?"

"What the hell do you mean?"

"What I mean is very simple. He didn't kill you because he thought killing you was a kindness. It's better to let you live and be tortured by life."

"You! In! Hu! Say!"

"Okay, I'm leaving, I wish you a happy life."

Mrs. Tang Li opened the door and walked out. When she walked out of the small wooden door in the garden, the villa behind her was directly engulfed in black mist and almost disappeared.

"well."

Madam Tang Li sighed, originally she just dismantled the crow that her son flew to Karen;

I was a little curious in my heart, what my son and grandson were doing, so I followed them over to have a look. In the end, I found out that it was related to this person.

diss,

Why didn't you just kill her the last time you came to Wayne?

...

At the gate of a farm, Karen and Mr. Eisen stood side by side.

Philomena brought them here, saying that this was the hiding place of the man, but there were many defensive puppets in the farm, so that she would go in alone to catch him out for fear of people escaping.

Karen agreed.

Mr. Eisen asked, "You really believe her?"

"Yeah." Karen nodded, "I had contact with her during the selection process, and her situation is a bit special."

"also?"

"Oh, no."

Mr. Eisen said: "I feel it, yes, she has some mental problems like me."

"I did not mean that."

"I've always been curious about one thing." Mr. Eisen looked at Karen, "I've always felt that you respect me a little too much, which confuses me and makes me uneasy."

"Because you are a man of integrity."

Eisen shook his head at this answer, obviously he didn't believe this reason.

"She barely counts."

"Oh, so the word 'integrity' means this in this context, I see, she doesn't like to lie."

"By the way, there is something I want to ask you. Do you have any experience with the spell of sending crows?"

"Experience? Wouldn't it be great to fold it up and fly? Do you want to pursue how beautiful it is folded?"

"Well, you're right."

"That eagle, I think we can investigate it." Mr. Eisen said, "I'll be in charge of this matter?"

"There are some problems with her background. You don't need to investigate by yourself, I will go in person."

"Okay, I know."

The sudden appearance of the eagle instantly changed Philomena's attitude, and Karen vaguely felt that his grandmother might be behind it.

Next time you go to Guman's house by yourself, you can try to ask her.

Of course, if she is willing to take the initiative to say something to herself, she will also call to let herself go, or ask Richard to invite herself. After all, Richard's legs grow quickly.

"Oh, by the way, the higher-ups will make arrangements in the near future. Probably I will form a new Whip of Order team. I have already agreed with Richard that he will join at that time, but he has a very good relationship with 'Mr. Memphis' , beg me to let 'Memphis' join, or he won't join.

What do you think? "

Mr. Eisen said seriously: "How dare he threaten you with the gift you gave him?"

"This is his fault. You can educate him when you go back, but what about the new team?"

"Can I join?" Mr. Eisen asked, "I mean, will you find it troublesome?"

"No, I hope you can join. You and Richard are already non-staff members, so you can just become regular members with me."

"Okay, I'll join, thank you."

"fine."

Karen felt that his uncle should have really liked the life of the Whip of Order, and also liked the feeling of being teammates with his son.

At this time, Philomena came out, holding a fat male in her hand.

"Plop!"

Philomena dropped the fat man on the ground.

"You take him back to the Pottery Museum and let Lemar take a look. If there is no problem, it depends on Lemar's attitude."

"I see."

Mr. Eisen stepped forward, mentioned the fat man, checked Karen's eyes, and led them away first.

Philomena looked at Karen and asked, "Why don't you go with him?"

"Although there were some twists and turns in the matter, from my standpoint, you helped me solve a problem, and I should say thank you to you."

You can't use what didn't happen to convict Philomena, even if she was supposed to be the "thug" hired by the fat man before.

"Can that pottery museum also make puppets?"

"Yes, the workmanship is very good. You can go directly to the owner, Lemar, to order and report my name, and you can get a discount."

"I see." Philomena turned her head slightly, "You know my grandma?"

"Um, I don't know you, and I haven't investigated your background."

"Then do you want to investigate?"

"If there is a chance in the future, I will visit your elders." Karen said politely.

Philomena asked, "Are you busy now?"

"It depends on what you want me to do next?"

"I want to take you home and meet my grandma. She heard about you from me and admired you very much."

"Sorry, I don't want to go."

Philomena nodded.

Karen continued: "It's not about you."

"It's okay, my house is not a place suitable for home visits."

"I meant no offense."

"I'm also used to not taking it to heart."

After speaking, Philomena turned and left directly.

Karen picked up the sword of Achilles and walked to his car parked not far away. After sitting in the car for a while, he started the car and went home.

...

It was already evening when we arrived at the funeral home, but to Karen's surprise, two strange cars were parked in front of the funeral home.

After getting off the car and walking into the front hall, there were three men and two women standing inside, all wearing casual clothes, but after getting close to them, one could feel a familiar professional atmosphere from them.

When they saw Karen coming in, their faces were slightly moved.

A woman in her thirties with many freckles walked towards Karen and extended her hand to Karen:

"Giotto's team, Marlena."

Karen shook hands with her: "Karen."

"Congratulations, Mr. Karen, you have passed the final selection."

"Thank you, this is..."

Karen found a stretcher in the back with a man's body lying on it.

Come to business?

Karen was really not used to it. After all, his funeral agency had been closed for a long time since the funeral for the old Saman.

"This is my captain, Giotto." Marina pointed to the stretcher.

Karen walked to the side of the stretcher, and lying on it was a middle-aged...an elderly man with half-white hair, but his face was sharp and his physique was also very big. He should have been a very tough person before his death.

"We have discussed with your servant before, and your servant has agreed to hold a funeral for our captain."

This customer did conform to the new rules that Karen had previously set for the funeral service, that is, in order to save manpower, the business only accepts vouchers to pay the bill.

"Okay, thank you for your trust, we will hold a good funeral for Mr. Giotto."

At this time, Alfred came out with a booklet in his hand. He saluted Karen first, then handed the booklet to Marlena, saying:

"The options and detailed requirements in this booklet, I hope you can discuss with Mr. Giotto's family by yourself, tick or fill in, and send them before the night after tomorrow. After all, it takes some time to sort out the remains."

"Okay, I see, you worked hard."

Marina turned to Karen again: "You have worked hard."

Karen immediately responded: "This is what we should do."

Marlena raised the brochure in her hand and said, "Then we'll go first, captain, and the captain will leave it to you."

"Please rest assured."

After Marlena and the others drove away, Alfred called Pick and Dingcomb to push Mr. Giotto into Mrs. Lake's workshop, while Karen and Alfred followed.

"Doing business by yourself?" Karen asked, "Or was it introduced by someone?"

"I came here by myself. I had a brief chat with Marlena just now, and I was very happy to learn that this Mr. Giotto took the last issue of "Order Weekly" and pointed to the page that reported on you, young master, before he died. He praised you as the pride of the Whip of Order in the York City Region, and then he grabbed the newspaper and died."

"Why does that sound weird?"

"Sorry, master, I didn't express it well. Mr. Giotto was responsible for himself. He was injured and polluted during a mission. He has been treated in the mission hospital for several months, but because the pollution situation worsened, he asked Signed to agree to his own death, yesterday was the day he was euthanized."

Pick and Dingcomb pushed the body into the workshop and walked out. Karen lifted the white cloth covering the body and put his hands on the body to feel it. There was no spiritual power left on the body. Purified.

It is not uncommon to be polluted during a mission. If it is not dealt with in time, or the degree of pollution is relatively deep, and the pollution attribute is difficult, it means that the priest's life has entered the countdown.

A small number of body functions will dissipate as the pollution worsens. Fortunately, there will be a death end.

But because of the priest's own characteristics, most of the pollution is not death after deterioration, but lost, becoming a new source of pollution or losing all sanity and turning into a brutal strange monster.

Signing your own death consent is not a cruel thing, but you don't want yourself to end up in that situation, and you want to leave yourself a decent place.

"His team members thought it was the captain's last wish, and they also found out that you worked at the Pavaro Funeral Society, so they arranged for Mr. Giotto's funeral to be held here."

"Okay, I know."

After the death of a normal priest, the body will be recycled by the church where he lives, but Giotto died due to pollution, so his body will not be recycled, but after his death, according to the usual practice, his body is purified, which is also the There is no longer any reason for spiritual power to remain.

Such remains have no value for recycling.

"The subordinate will hand over this matter well, and after the funeral plan is made, I will hand it over to you, young master, for review."

"Okay, let's do that first."

"Master, there is also the matter of Teacher Dai Shan."

"Check it out so soon?"

"Yes, Teacher Dai Shan seems to have been in contact with some new thought organizations recently, and will go to their activities, but those organizations have nothing to do with the church."

"That's good."

"The subordinates will continue to watch these things."

"Well, thank you for your hard work."

...

Lemar Pottery Museum, underground studio.

An obese man was imprisoned on the erected workbench, and his body was additionally restrained. He could only open his eyes to see, but he could not move or make a sound.

In front of him, Lemar released the "lock" of the puppet where his sister was.

Serena's first words after regaining her freedom were:

"Brother, Mr. Cullen once came to my room to talk to me and comfort me!"

"Brother, I am still worried that you will have some psychological problems after being locked in for so many days. It seems that Mr. Karen is indeed an excellent part-time psychologist."

"Brother, have you forgotten? I have lived in various puppets for many years. Being locked in a puppet is the same as closing your shop and not going out for a few days. There will be no psychological problems."

"It's fine if you don't have any psychological problems." Lemar walked up to a little boy puppet next to him, reached out and patted his head. He opened his mouth and spat out a crystal carving knife.

Holding the carving knife, Lemar looked at the man in front of him with a smile, and said, "I didn't expect that, I put the Yilmaz carving knife in such a conspicuous place, because it is very precious to me. , but it’s just a tool after all.”

Immediately, Lemar handed the Yilmaz carving knife to his sister.

"Brother, what are you doing for me?"

Lemar pointed to the carving knife, then pointed to the man in front of him, and said, "Serena, brother today, I will officially teach you how to make a puppet, and I will use it as the raw material for your first work."

"Brother, are you sure you're not joking? If that's the case, I'll really have a mental problem."

"That's right, you have a reason to see Mr. Cullen for medical treatment."

"But I'm a puppet, a puppet, what kind of puppet-making technique do I learn?"

"Our ancestor Voss was originally a puppet."

"Brother, do you have a fever?"

"No."

"If the ancestor Voss is a puppet, how can there be us?"

"It is recorded in the mythological narration of "The Long Song of the Abyss" of the Abyss God Sect: [When the God of the Abyss went to open up the heavens, he asked Leivos to make him a puppet of his own, so that the vicious existence in hell would mistake him for the God of the Abyss Still in hell, dare not make mistakes].

Our family's oral traditions describe what happened next:

[After the matter was completed, the god of the abyss asked the ancestor what kind of reward he wanted. The ancestor replied: Please give a drop of blood to the great god. 】

Historically, the reason for the decline of our family was that the Sect of Light asked our family to build a puppet for them, but the family refused. Since then, under the suppression of the Sect of Light, the family has declined and collapsed.

Because back then, the Guangming God Sect took out a drop of...terrible blood. Whose do you think it belonged to?

What is their purpose? "

"Brother, I have never been very interested in these grand myths and family legends, true and false, since I was a child, you know that."

"Serina, I've always guessed that the ones who are most suitable for practicing puppet forging may not be descendants like us, but... puppets. We make tools, but what you and your ancestors made are of the same kind."

"Brother, you know how lazy I am."

"Mr. Cullen has a fiancée."

"Brother, why are you saying this all of a sudden?"

"Mr. Cullen is a principled person. He will not be with you. Moreover, your body is infertile. Don't you think this will be a great regret?"

"Brother, don't you think it's cruel to treat a younger sister who has just come out of confinement for so many days?"

"But maybe one day in the future, you can find a suitable excuse and ask Mr. Cullen for a drop of blood."

"Hehe, brother, do you think your sister is an idiot, so easy to be fooled by you? Even if I study hard and really reach the same height as my ancestors, it is impossible for you to lure me.

After all, Mr. Cullen is not a god. "

"Okay, then there is no way, alas."

Lemar sighed, and just as he was about to take back the Yilmaz carving knife, he found that the handle of the knife had been taken away, and the person who took the carving knife was his sister.

Serena also sighed,

road:

"Oh, I'm soft-hearted. I feel so bad seeing my brother's disappointed expression."

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There will be an update today, Long needs to adjust his status, he hasn't been able to rest well these days, hold everyone tight!