Mystery: The Transcendental Path From Angels

　　 "As for the other person, it seems to have used some special technique to leave."

　　 "Although I cannot restore the complete scene, some things are still ‘see’."

　　 "Things are more complicated than we thought."

　　 Having said that, he sighed:

　　 "I also know why they steal bookmarks."

　　 "We have been deceived by Roselle for more than 150 years..."

　　…………

　　 The setting sun splashed on the streets of Backlund as usual.

　　In a house in the suburbs at this time.

　　 "How about a successful assassination this time!"

　　 Mr. A sat on the high chair as usual, and looked condescendingly at his subordinate, the purple fox.

　　 "Fortunately, this assassination was successfully completed"

　　 "I can feel the traces of the potion digestion."

　　 Zihu stood below and reported truthfully that he was about to sum up the rules of acting in this assassination.

　　 Estimated to assassinate three or four more people, he can be promoted.

　　 "Yes, then let's assassinate these people next!"

　　 Mr. A didn't know when he was holding the wine glass and came to the front of Zihu, and put a few documents in his hand.

　　 Zihu didn't doubt that he had him, so he picked up the documents and looked at it.

　　 But in the next second, Zihu's eyes shrank.

　　 These materials are basically ordinary people, even some poor people.

　　 Purple Fox looked at Mr. A in confusion,

　　 "Are you sure these are the objects I am going to assassinate?"

"Um!"

　　 Mr. A, who returned to the high chair, shook the glass and said with certainty,

　　 "These people are your next assassination targets."

　　 "But they are just ordinary people!"

　　 The deep voice of the purple fox fluctuates for the first time, and his mood is no longer calm.

　　 Although he claims to be a villain, he is still not cruel enough to attack ordinary people.

　　 "Why, don't you let it go?"

　　 Mr. A saw Zihu's mood and came to Zihu's side again.

"Is not it good?"

　　 Mr. A patted the purple fox on the shoulder and said, "Isn't it easier for ordinary people to start?"

"But……"

　　 Purple Fox still hesitated.

　　 Seeing the hesitation in the purple fox's eyes, Mr. A pulled up the collar of the purple fox directly, leaning to his ear and said:

　　 "Purple fox, purple fox!"

　　 "You have to understand!"

　　 "You are an assassin, an extraordinary person on the way of a witch."

　　 "The core of the witch path is disaster."

　　 "Besides, if we don't do these stalks, others will do it. Killing one or two ordinary people, the church won't care at all."

　　 This is indeed the case, and Zihu also understands.

　　 But how can a person's concept be reversed so quickly, he still doesn't want to kill ordinary people, this is his only conscience after becoming a villain.

　　 "Waste!"

　　 Seeing that the purple fox had not been persuaded by himself, Mr. A was a little annoyed. He threw the purple fox to the ground, and directly splashed the purple fox from the glass.

　　 "Purple Fox, don't know what is good or bad, do you know how much trouble it was after the assassination of Capin?"

　　 Mr. A pointed to the purple fox and said:

　　 "And your trash has exposed traces."

　　 "If it weren't for me to use the forces of the Aurora Society to help you finish."

　　 "You forgot to play it a long time ago."

　　 "Now you have only two paths, one is to kill these people and promote to Sequence 8."

　　 "The other one is killed by me."

　　 Mr. A unabashedly showed murderous intent to the purple fox.

　　 There is no doubt that if Zihu chooses the second path, he will definitely kill her.

　　 "Okay, I will assassinate."

　　 Purple Fox saw the murderous Mr. A's heart suddenly.

　　 He agreed without hesitation.

　　 As for any conscience, let's go!

　　 After all, my life is the most precious.

　　 Zihu is an extremely self-interested person, it is impossible to let his life be ignored for these ordinary people, he is not the Virgin.

"very good!"

　　 Mr. A nodded in satisfaction,

　　 "The Dark Saint, it's time to act recently."

　　……………………

　　 In the afternoon, Backlund.

　　 "Mr. Moriarty, can I ask a question?"

　　 As Klein was practicing shooting, Talim next to him turned his head and said to him.

　　 "Well, you can charge a consultation fee."

　　 "This order is free. Also, just call me Sherlock."

　　 Klein laughed haha.

　　 Talim nodded lightly, hesitatingly said:

　　 "I have a friend who fell in love with someone I shouldn't love, how should I deal with this situation?"

Although I always think that when asking similar questions, "I have a friend" is equivalent to "myself", but Talim's emotional color shows that he is not himself. He is embarrassed, but he can't see the slightest pain...Open Klein leaned back, clasping his hands and said:

　　 "I'm sorry, I am not a psychologist, nor a newspaper or magazine expert who is good at solving emotional problems."

　　 "My only advice is not to break the law."

　　 "Hehe, this is a joke. First of all, we have to figure out what the ‘should’t’ originate from? Is there a hatred relationship between the two families?"

　　Talim glanced at him and said helplessly:

　　 "No, this is not the story of "Romeo and Juliet"!"

　　 Hearing the other's answer, Klein seemed to have a phantom whisper in his ears:

　　Author: Russell Gustaf...Author: Russell Gustaf...Author: Russell Gustaf...

　　 He shook his head, said sorry to Mr. Sha, and smiled:

　　 "The work of Emperor Roselle is so classic, I think of it when it comes to love that shouldn't be."

　　 "So, why shouldn't you be together?"

　　 Talim said silently for a few seconds:

　　 "I have to keep it secret, sorry, just assume I haven't asked."

　　 Confidential?

　　 That is a person of great status...

　　 fell in love with the same sex?

　　 Fall in love with someone related by blood? Klein resisted his intense curiosity~www.novelmt.com~Tan Shou said:

　　 "Then I can only give one more suggestion to read more sentimental best-selling novels like "Storm Mountain Villa" and "Love and Jealousy"."

　　 Talim moved his lips a few times and sighed:

　　 "Hey, this can only be the last resort. In my opinion, the feelings in those best-selling novels don't seem to happen between normal humans."

　　 "I think so too!" Klein echoed with deep sympathy.

After 　　 and Talim looked at each other and smiled, he got up and went to the underground shooting range to practice his extraordinary abilities. When it was almost noon, he returned to the first floor and went straight to the cafeteria.

　　 He has noticed before that today’s limited supply is fried foie gras with red wine, paired with apple slices and bread dipped in butter.

　　 After taking the food, Klein took the plate and walked to the table where Talim was.

　　 At this moment, in addition to Talim, there is another acquaintance of him who also served as a guarantee, introducing him to the club, the surgeon Alan Kris.

　　 As soon as the dinner plate was placed, and before he could sit down, Klein suddenly found that a crutch was leaning against the chair of the well-known surgeon.

　　 "Ellen, what's the matter?" He asked caringly.

　　 is tall and thin, and looks cold, Allen wearing gold-rimmed glasses lightly patted his right leg and said:

　　 "No, don't mention it, this is really unlucky! I fell down the stairs and there was a serious bone fracture, so I could only fix it with a plaster."

　　 "It's not lucky enough."

　　 Klein said regretfully.

　　 At this time, Backlund still couldn't see the sun, as if it was to set the scene for this hapless person.