Mystery: The Lamp God’s Path To Freedom

"Do you want to ask 2-111?"

"Don't you just ask Arrods about something that is difficult to find out for the time being?" Ikanser retorted his colleague's proposal with a worried expression.

The mechanical heart who proposed was not angry, and said: "From the text left on the scene, it is the work of the Aurora Club, but it has been confirmed that the Black Skull Party is related to the organization that believes in death, and there is no motive for violent conflict between the two. , the latter is the target of being severely cracked down by the Church of Evernight, shall we consider handing over or joint investigation?"

At this time, a senior deacon who was in charge of this matter suddenly came in, and he put the materials in his hand on the table. Seeing that everyone was looking at him, he said solemnly:

"I have reported this case to His Excellency the Archbishop. The Archbishop attaches great importance to it and even went to the scene in person."

The senior deacon turned his gaze to Ikanser, staring straight into his eyes expressionlessly.

Ikanser froze for a moment, as if he understood something, his face darkened visibly.

The senior deacon suddenly seemed unable to bear it any longer, and burst out laughing, but he immediately tried his best to stop the widening smile.

He said with a smile: "The Archbishop said that the Rose Bishops of the Aurora Order would not waste flesh and blood, and the piled up limbs and broken arms are the sacrificial ceremony of the Rose Church, but they probably would not choose explosives, so it is really terrible The probability is someone else."

"The Archbishop asked us to apply to use 2-111."

All eyes in the room were on Ikanser.

After a long time, a voice full of resistance, helplessness, sadness, and bitterness sounded in the room.

"Dear Arrods, my question is, what happened last night at 79 Dirham Street in the Backlund Bridge area?"

The pictures flashed one after another, and several pairs of eyes in the room stared at the simple silver mirror without blinking.

In these pictures, there are brown-skinned men throwing cigarette butts towards the flammable materials next to a pile of high-performance explosives; there are clusters of flashing fluorescent extraordinary characteristics thrown into the void; flesh and blood spontaneously piled up into trees, and blood actively flows into words; and An origami flower slowly stained with blood.

Only the figure of the person who caused all this did not appear.

Several Mechanical Hearts exchanged looks in surprise, only Ikanser nervously waited for the execution.

"According to the principle of reciprocity..."

"You know what it's like to be with someone who longs to be with someone day and night, in love, and you can only watch from afar?"

"I know, I know."

Ikanser answered quickly, not surprised by the simplicity of the question, because he knew that recently Arrods liked to play the game where the second question was about lethality.

And he once again strengthened his belief that he would never ask the second question this time.

"Ikanser, why don't you ask specifically who caused all this?" the senior deacon of the Mechanical Heart suggested.

"Hmph, don't even think about it!" Ikanser spat out a few words fiercely, and then said: "You ask yourself, with your sequence, you can completely withstand the punishment."

The proposer laughed awkwardly, thought for a while, pulled a teammate over, pointed at the silver mirror and said in a low voice, "You ask."

The people in the room went back and forth for a while, and finally chose to replace the dead ghost.

"...please tell me who made this case?"

In the first picture, after the explosion, a vague male figure floated out from the scene.

The mechanical hearts stared at the figure carefully trying to distinguish it, but the picture was too blurry.

In the second picture, during the formation of the evil sacrificial scene, there is also a human silhouette in an inconspicuous corner. What is frustrating is that this time there is only one shape, and even men and women cannot be determined.

The picture disappeared, and a line of text squirmed on the surface of the silver mirror: "That morning, on a whim, you climbed up to your fiancée's window sill with roses. How many people did you see on the bed?"

The face of this poor selected member of the Mechanic Heart team turned pale. He murmured out some unclear words, and finally gritted his teeth and said: "Punishment, I choose punishment."

After helping the weak teammate to rest on the seat, the senior deacon said: "It's a resentful soul. Being able to manipulate inanimate objects within the range is a high-sequence ability of the alien pathway. Besides the resentful soul, there should be a high-sequence person at the scene. Although I don’t know who it is, I can be sure that it should be the Rose School.”

"Is it the indulgent school of the Rose School?"

"Well, I'll write the closing report and report to His Excellency the Archbishop."

...

"Congratulations on being promoted to the Requiem Master." Soest looked at the team members who came to the door, and without hesitation, he handed him a document, and said, "For routine review, you should conduct a dream inquiry on these targets first."

Leonard took the document, opened it casually, and was about to ask casually, "Isn't this the task of the local Nighthawks?", when he saw Dawn Dantès' photo on the list.

Leonard was about to find an excuse to refuse immediately, and then he thought that if his colleagues found something and took an overreaction rashly, they might encounter a great risk, so why not go there by themselves, if there is anything wrong, you can pretend that nothing happened I found that even if an accident happened, if I was prepared in advance, I should be able to quit in time and go back to the church for help.

Leonard nodded, and replied casually: "Okay, anyway, nothing happened recently."

Back in the temporary room, he carefully closed the door and discussed with the old man.

"It shouldn't matter. I will watch your body. If there is any abnormality, you will end your dream directly."

"Then... your enemy..."

"Hmph, you finally remembered that you have forgotten your brain for a long time, and you are starting to use it?" the old man said directly sarcastically.

Leonard did not answer, waiting for the old man to give a clear answer.

"He doesn't have authority over dreams, and intruding into dreams can only kill you immediately. It doesn't affect me, but instead gives me a warning, leaving enough time for me to escape, and if he makes too much noise, he will definitely be killed by the night." Goddess finds out."

"I died suddenly, isn't it dangerous enough?" Leonard retorted with a dark face.

"You are meaningless in His eyes, He will not do such a boring and unprofitable thing."

After dinner, Leonard came to the lounge as usual, and saw a few local nighthawks who often occupied here, and when they saw Leonard coming in, they yelled, "Finally enough", "Come here, just wait." is you".

Leonard took advantage of the opportunity to join and started playing cards.

The Nighthawks team, most of which are sleepless people, is a group of people who like playing cards the most among the three major churches. If Loen holds a professional poker tournament, then I believe the Nighthawks team will definitely win the crown.

The night was getting darker, and most of the people had fallen into a dream. This group of night watchers checked the time, prepared to end the game, and found a room alone to start working.

Leonard energetically walked back to the room where he was temporarily staying, twisted the doorknob, and pushed the door open.

As the door closed, Leonard suddenly found a person sitting on the only chair in the room.

The man was wearing a black classic robe and a pointed soft hat of the same color, with a slight smile on his lips, and he was throwing a monocle up and down with his right hand.

Facing the pitch-black pupils, Leonard's pupils suddenly dilated, his mind went blank, and he couldn't move his mind. It seemed that someone was breathing heavily in his mind.

"Surprise?"

"Pales."

Leonard felt that an invisible force was sucking him into it like a vortex, and his mind, spirituality, and thoughts became more and more chaotic. Before he even had time to pray to the goddess, he lost consciousness.