13 Mink Street

　　 walked into the living room,

　　 close the umbrella,

　　 buckle up,

　　 then grabbed the umbrella handle and threw it diagonally backward three times:

　　 "Huh!"

　　 "Huh!"

　　 "Huh!"

　　 The movements of the grandfather and the grandson are uniform.

　　 Diss walked up the stairs, Karen behind her lips moved a bit, did not speak, watching Diss went upstairs.

"Meow…"

　　 Pu'er's voice came from the living room sofa.

　　 Karen walked over. Sit down and put Pu'er on his knees very familiarly.

　　 "Ask you something."

　　 "Ask."

　　 "Alfred said that he once had a fight with Diss, but it was a tie. Of course, he said Diss only used the skills below the judge."

　　 "Oh, this is normal. It means that Diss didn't plan to play that radio fairy in the first place."

　　 "So, is it possible that Diss hurt himself on the premise of deliberately suppressing his strength in order to play with Alfred? For example, he injured his arm badly."

　　 Pu'er's eyes widened and looked at Karen.

"What's wrong?"

　　"Karen, would you accidentally cut a big hole in your arm by the ant's pliers when you were playing with an ant?

　　Or,

　　 Even if that ant really made a big cut in your arm, would you still let that ant go directly to death instead of stepping on him? "

"I see."

　　 "Why do you ask such a strange question? Diss and that radio goblin should have to control the force carefully, meow meow, for fear of crushing him accidentally."

　　 Karen leaned back and leaned on the sofa.

　　 So, when I returned from the hearse from the hospital where Mr. Hoffen was staying that day, the pieces of burnt skin on the arm that I helped Diss treated were not caused by Alfred?

　　 Before, Karen had always thought that Diss’ injury was related to Alfred.

　　 The reason why I feel wrong now is because today I realized that Diss’ killing intent at the door of the house was not sent to him that day. Then, are some of the other previously established cognitions also not true?

For example, with the constant understanding of Diss and the changing attitude of Alfred towards Diss, especially after visiting Mr. Morf and his family that night, Alfred became completely humble towards Diss. attitude.

　　 The longer you get along with you, the more you can perceive the power of Diss.

so…

　　 Karen came to mind that she and Mina were standing by the window sill on the third floor that day. Diss went into the bedroom, changed clothes, carried a suitcase, and went out.

　　 That time, Diss didn't go to 128 Mink Street to find Ms. Molly and Alfred.

　　 Who on earth did Nadis go looking for, who did he fight with, and who on earth was it that he had the ability to hurt Diss?

　　 "Karen, come up here." Aunt Mary stood on the second floor and waved to Karen.

　　 "Okay, auntie."

　　 Karen walked up to the second floor, and then her aunt continued to walk up again, to the third floor.

　　 Generally speaking, family members talk about things in the restaurant on the second floor and rarely go to the third floor because there is Diss’ study and bedroom on the third floor.

　　 Even Lent, who is the most active on weekdays, will deliberately relax a little when walking on the third floor.

　　 "Waiting for you to come up." Uncle Mason stood at the door of his grandfather's study, which was open.

　　 Karen walked in, and Diss sat behind the desk, holding a tea cup and drinking tea.

　　 Aunt Winnie was standing at the side of the desk with a stack of papers in her hand, while Uncle Mason and Aunt Mary were standing beside Karen.

　　 "Come and take a look, this is your uncle's arrangement." Diss said to Karen.

"OK."

　　 Karen walked over, Uncle Mason put his hands on both sides of Karen's shoulders: "Come on, sit down and watch."

"okay."

　　 Karen sat down. First of all, what was placed in front of him was a passbook slip, the number on it was 100,000 reels.

　　 Rael is the currency of Wien. Not only does it circulate in Wien’s home country and the colonies under Wien, but in the eyes of many people in other countries, it has a higher status than the national currency.

The exchange ratio of riel to rupee is about 100 riel can be converted into 150 rupee, because Ruilan is a bit like a subject of Wien, financially almost completely tied to Wien, although it loses most of its currency autonomy However, the gap between the official exchange and the private black market exchange is very small.

　　 Because of this, there is already a deposit equivalent to 150,000 rupee in the passbook of the Wien National Bank.

　　 "This is an agreement contract." Aunt Winnie dragged the following documents out to show Karen, "We have applied for a loan to the bank in the name of Inmelis Funeral Club, and the procedures have been completed.

　　 Next, when you go to Wien and choose the house you want, you can contact the local Wien National Bank staff to process the loan.

　　The maximum loan amount can reach 3 million riel. That is to say, when you look at the house there, the housing price and various handling fees are calculated, and it is best not to exceed 2 million riel. "

　　 Aunt Mary also said: "Well, the 100,000 reel in this passbook is the money you put on your body as a spare. You should not count it in the house, let alone add it to it. This is for you to prepare for emergency use.

　　If you have a loan, we will be responsible for the repayment, and the monthly dividends of your shares at home will be credited to this card every month.

　　The only problem is that the owner of the house you bought is the Immeles Funeral Club, and we have to wait until we settle the mortgage before changing your name to Karen. "

　　 Karen understood, it turned out that this was the uncles and aunts who were negotiating to buy a house for themselves in Wien.

　　 In fact, Karen knew that the family had no money in the public account due to the recent purchase of the cremation house and the purchase of a new hearse. There was definitely no money in the public account, and a lot of money from the uncle, aunt and aunt had also been invested in the public account.

　　 So, the loan of 3 million rupee must be from the funeral club...maybe even from the mortgage loan of the Inmelais villa under my feet.

　　 "Thank you, uncle and aunt, and thank you aunt, but I don’t think I..."

　　 "I went to Wayne to buy a property in the name of my family. If it is empty or empty, you will live first." Uncle Mason said.

　　 Diss also put down his teacup at this time,

　　 responded:

　　 "Well, that's it."

　　 Grandpa has spoken, and Karen will not continue to shy away from the hypocrisy, and is about to stand up to thank the elders, but Uncle Mason presses his shoulder again:

　　 "Family, don't see outsiders."

　　 Aunt Mary also smiled: "Mina and Chris have good academic performance, and they will probably go to the University of Wien in the future. They can also live there. It is better to rent a house if you have your own house."

　　 "Okay, you keep your passbook and contract documents." Aunt Winnie put these in a purse and handed it to Karen.

"Okay, I know."

　　 "Since the matter is settled, let's go and rest first, Karen and I have something to say." Diss said.

　　 Uncle, aunt, aunt and aunt left the study and closed the door.

　　 "I am not worried about your adaptability at all."

　　 "Please rest assured, grandpa, no matter where I am, I will let myself have sunshine." Karen said.

　　 "Very good." Diss smiled, "I didn't have much to say, you are a ‘sunshine’, and you have finished all the orders I prepared."

　　 "Grandpa, you can say, I love to listen."

　　 "Stop talking."

　　 "Grandpa, something..."

　　 Diss raised his head, glanced at Karen, and asked:

"What's wrong?"

　　 "Grandpa, when I took a hearse back from the hospital where Mr. Hoffen was located that day, was there something behind us at the door of the house?"

　　 is still the tradition of the Immelais family, and I will never stay overnight in doubt.

　　 Diss' eyes narrowed slightly, looking at Karen.

　　 "Are they from the Order of God? Someone from the Temple of Order?" Karen guessed.

　　 Diss shook his head and said, "It's not them."

"That is…"

　　 "I don't want to conceal you, but I think it's useless for you to know about it. It's better if you don't know it, so this time is an exception. I don't plan to tell you.

　　 Although it is a bit troublesome, but I can handle it well, this is my promise. "

　　 "Trouble?" Karen rubbed his fingers on the purse a few times, and tried to continue asking, "Is it more troublesome than the Order of God?"

　　 "Actually, the Order of Order includes the Temple of Order, which is not a trouble." Diss said, "In comparison, your grandfather and I are actually the trouble they are having now."

　　 "What about this one?"

　　 "I still don't plan to tell you, but its troubles will end."

　　 "In... two days later?"

"Yes, in two days, all the troubles will be terminated and everything will be straightened out. When you go to Wien, you can stand on the deck of the cruise ship’s business class with Miss Eunice and enjoy the sea while drinking wine. View.

　　 I will not let my grandson go on a trip in a panic like a way of fleeing. "

　　 "Really... can't you tell me, grandpa?"

　　 "You asked for the third time. This is my third answer. I am not going to tell you."

　　 "Okay, grandpa."

　　 Karen stood up with the purse, ready to go back to the bedroom.

　　 Diss said, "Sit down."

"Um?"

　　 Karen sat down again.

　　 Diss took out a candle from under the desk. The candlestick was a black cube. Diss used a match to draw a flame and lit the candle. The flame of the candle was a normal orange.

　　 "You just sit here, look at it, wait for it to burn, and then go out."

　　 "Okay, grandpa."

　　 Although I don't know why, since it was Diss' request, then do it.

　　 Diss stood up and walked out of the study.

"Snapped."

　　The moment the door was closed, Karen saw the orange candlelight in front of him, which turned blue.

　　 The atmosphere in the study suddenly became...a bit depressing.

Gradually,

　　 Karen felt that there seemed to be two pairs of eyes, just not knowing from which corner of the study, he was watching and looking at himself.

　　 Swallowing uncontrollably, Karen straightened her back, did not choose to look around, but continued to stare at the blue candlelight in front of her earnestly.

　　...

　　 Diss walked out of the study and went straight down the stairs to the first floor. In the corner, a big golden retriever was sleeping.

　　 Hearing the sound of footsteps downstairs, Jin Mao opened his eyes, took a look, and then closed again.

Diss walked in front of Golden Retriever and picked up its traction rope. Golden Retriever got up and shook his body twice. It seemed a little puzzled and puzzled, but it instinctively did not dare to resist Diss, and was pulled out of the living room by Diss. Also walked out of the yard.

　　 The rain is still falling;

　　 But there was a delicate man in a burgundy suit standing at the door. When Diss walked out, he held his umbrella over.

　　 The umbrella deliberately wasn't very big, I can only say that it is very suitable, because it can completely cover Diss, but it will inevitably wet half of his shoulder.

　　 At the door, there was a limited edition Santland parked.

　　 escorted Diss to the courtyard gate. Alfred opened the door of the car. After Diss got in, he put away his umbrella and sat in the cab.

　　 "The Oak Cemetery in the Eastern District."

　　 "Okay, sir."

　　 Alfred started the car.

　　 Not long after,

　　 The oak cemetery is here.

　　 This cemetery has a cooperation agreement with the Immelais family. Basically, if the guests handled by the Immelais family choose to be buried, they will be placed here.

　　 At the entrance of the cemetery, Alfred got off the car first, held up the umbrella, and then helped Diss to open the door.

　　 After Diss got out of the car, Alfred handed the umbrella to Diss.

　　 "Let's go in together." Diss said.

　　 "Is it right, sir?"

　　 "In a few days, I need you to tell him what you saw and heard tonight."

　　 "Okay, sir."

　　" It’s already very difficult for you to hide from him to drive over tonight, and for me, as his grandfather, if you do things without telling him, in fact, I won’t be very happy, even if you are doing things for me.

　　 But, I said it was what I meant. He can understand it. As long as you don't take it as an example, it won't affect your mural painting in the future. "

　　 "..." Alfred.

　　Is it really so obvious that I want to paint a mural?

　　 Diss walked towards the cemetery, and Alfred followed with an umbrella.

finally,

　　 Diss stopped in front of Mr. Hoffen's tombstone.

　　 Alfred glanced at the tombstone with some suspicion. In this rainy night, does the master miss his old friend who has passed away?

　　 Diss waved back,

　　 Alfred understood, and took a few steps back under the umbrella.

　　 Lost the shelter of his umbrella, the rain did not fall on him, but bypassed him.

　　At this time,

　　A strip of black lines expanded from the feet of Diss, and then collectively sank under Mr. Hoffen's tombstone.

　　 "With the order of order-you may wake up!"

　　 Seeing this scene, Alfred, who was standing behind, didn't feel the slightest surprise, just thought it was a bit interesting.

　　 When someone else’s family misses a friend who has passed away, they can only see things and think about people, but their own master can call their friends up.

　　 In the soil under the tombstone, there was a sound of breaking, and then the soil layer began to loosen, then bulged, and when it bulged to a certain extent, it began to crack, so it fell under the rain.

　　 Mr. Hoffen’s head was already exposed on the ground. He looked around first, especially noticing the mud all over his face, and he couldn’t help but complain:

　　 "Dis, can't you wake me up on a sunny night?"

　　 Alfred dropped his umbrella, took the initiative to go forward, and dig out Mr. Hoffen from the soil.

　　 Mr. Hoffen began to activate his body:

　　 "After death, this body really can't move naturally. It's so stiff and unfamiliar."

　　 talking,

Mr. Hoffen touched his face again:

　　 "Gosh, how many layers of wax did Mary put on my face? Rain and mud can't wash it away!"

Mr. Hoffen looked at his clothes again:

　　 "That boy Mason is good, this dress should be quite expensive, I am not willing to buy it when I am alive."

　　 Mr. Hoffen staggered two steps, walked in front of Alfred, turned his back to Alfred, and said:

　　 "Hey, you help me remove the stapler nails from my head. I said how I felt that the corners of my mouth couldn't be closed when I spoke. It turned out that Mary made a stapler nail for my back."

　　 "Okay." Alfred helped remove the nail.

　　 Then, Mr. Hoffen’s old face fell straight down:

　　 "I regret removing the nails. It turns out that tight skin is so important for an elderly person, especially for an elderly person who has died."

　　Mr. Hoffen twisted his neck,

　　 "But it doesn't seem to matter anymore, because I'm dead. Although I feel that I am still me, but I am actually no longer me, just a me who has retained most of my memory and mistakenly thought it was me."

finally,

　　 Mr. Hoffen, who had finished waking up and warming up, looked at Diss who had been standing in front of him but was not wet at all:

　　 "Oh, Dis, you are really embarrassed!"

　　 Mr. Hoffen approached Diss, and then the rain could not hit him.

　　 "I can't maintain my spiritual consciousness for too long, right?" Mr. Hoffen asked.

"Well, although you are a believer in the truth, but you have been following the academic line, the spirituality remaining in your body is not too much." Diss nodded, "Although there is my blessing, it can only be maintained. In three days, after three days, your memory will begin to decline and you will gradually lose your ability to think.

　　 If you refine your body and apply an array technique, you can delay this time, but after all, it refers to the sand in the crevice. "

　　 is like the refined girl who was parked at home a while ago, she only retained a very small part of the memory.

　　 "That's too miserable. I don't want it. I think it's better to die clean. Let me be cremated during the next burial."

"good."

"Do you know, Diss, in fact, when I died, I probably guessed that I would be yelled by you, so when I died in the ward that day, I always wanted to give that sad atmosphere to Create it, but when you think you might call me to get up later, it's hard for me to enter the scene.

correct,

what's up? "

　　 "Help me set up a formation."

　　 "What kind of formation?"

　　 "Seal."

　　 "Who is the seal? Don't you know how to seal the formation?"

　　 "Seal... Cthulhu."

　　 "Are you finally going to do something with Karen!" Mr. Hoffen jumped, and then said, "How can you be so cruel to get this hand?"

　　 "You kept calling me to kill him before you died."

　　 "Now I am dead, do I still need to care about peace after I die? Once a person dies, there is no moral burden, and it is very relaxed. Besides, he called my grandpa!"

　　 "It's not the seal of Karen."

　　 "It's not the sealing of Karen, it's the sealing of the Cthulhu, God, after my death, the Cthulhu has flooded the roadside cabbage in this world?"

　　 "There is only one evil god."

　　 "There is only one evil god?"

　　 "Karen is Karen, Cthulhu is a Cthulhu, there is only one Cthulhu."

　　 heard this,

Mr. 　　 Hoffen's eyes widened immediately:

　　 "You mean that Karen is not an evil god, but the **** descending ceremony I held for you actually brought down an evil god!!"

"Yes."

　　 "Then why didn't you tell me before!" Mr. Hoffen shouted.

　　"Because Karen hadn't made a good choice at the time, now he has chosen the way he wants to go.

　　 That evil **** is very weak now,

　　 because I don’t know why,

　　 Although he had transformed the body of ‘Karen’, he failed to enter in the end;

Then,

　　 My grandson has awakened, and he is isolated.

　　 He can hardly be noticed. A Cthulhu who has just descended is already good at hiding himself, and a Cthulhu who has just descended but has no body is naturally more difficult to be discovered.

　　 In fact, if he hadn't shown unwillingness and hostility when staring at Karen in the dark several times, I might not even be aware of his existence.

　　 I try to solve it,

　　 It is indeed very weak, but its form of existence is very special.

　　 I have summoned the soul fire with both hands, but it is not a pure soul form. Although it hurt him, there is no way to erase him.

　　 So, I need your help now, once and for all, set it up. "

　　 "Placement?"

　　Mr. Hoffen caught the key word, because Diss was not talking about erasure.

　　 Diss nodded,

　　 gaze,

　　 fell on Alfred standing there with a shocked look.

　　 It turns out... It turns out... It turns out that... a great existence is really not a Cthulhu!

　　 But, UU reading www.uukahnshu.com But, but,

its not right,

　　 That strange and magical language, the hymn that made his soul tremble, and the trigger of the curse...

　　 "Are you disappointed?"

　　 Diss asked Alfred.

　　 Alfred immediately shook his head, and immediately showed a look of excitement almost distorted to the hideous:

　　 "No, no, no!

　　Master,

　　 I am not disappointed at all!

　　 I firmly believe that Master is a great being.

　　 look,

　　 As you said,

　　Even the Cthulhu has not been able to compete with the Young Master. This can only prove that the Young Master is more powerful than the Cthulhu! "

There are many kinds of murals.

　　 The murals of ordinary gods and the murals of the great true gods, although they are all called murals, they are completely different!

We must know that there are still many small churches that still have inheritance. The deities they worship are actually a section of the mythological narrative of the Guangming Gods. To put it crudely, it is similar to the supporting actors standing in the corners of the Guangming Gods murals. In some small religions, it is the true **** they worship!

　　 My god, my god, my god!

　　 Alfred really wants to go back to the studio now, and then sing to all the radio users in Roja City who are listening to his channel!

　　 "So, Diss, what is the purpose of your placement?" Mr. Hoffen asked.

　　 Diss replied:

　　"Since he decided to go that way and insisted on seeing the scenery outside, as a family member, he could only support him.

　　 His uncle, aunt, and aunt gave him a sum of money and a house.

　　 As a grandfather, I am too embarrassed not to say anything.

　　 Then,

　　 Send him an evil **** next to him. "