"Recently, some students in my class have become a little strange..." Aaliyah whispered.
Are you a student at New Testament Grammar School, something strange lately?
Sean and Yueguang couldn't help but move their heads closer: "What happened to them?"
Aaliyah's expression became solemn: "I thought it was because the weather was getting colder - a few students always slept in class, and they slept all day long...
"Hearing what you just said, I wondered if they had also received that terrible invitation and played in the form of avatars in the middle of the night, so they couldn't be energetic during the day."
Sean and Moonlight looked at each other: This is possible.
"Those students, do they have anything in common?" Sean tried to ask.
"Well..." Aaliyah recalled the students who were always woken up by her, "They... they all seem to be children from the lower city."
"Kids from downtown?"
"That's right... Ms. Taro is the honorary principal of the grammar school. She requires the school to admit some children from the lower city every year and provide them with free admission."
Lower Town is a New Testament ghetto, and according to common sense, their families cannot afford grammar school tuition.
Logically speaking, they should be the hardest-working students in the class...
How is it possible to sleep in class?
This kind of thing is somewhat unreasonable.
"Downtown?" Sean frowned. "So to say……"
Tomas Dominic, and Leon Garcia, are kids from downtown.
Why is this happening?
If those children who slept in class were also invited by Peter Pan...
Why did he only invite children from poor families?
Once again, Sean walked into the fog.
"Sean?" Moonlight woke up his partner, "What are your plans?"
Looking at the children brought by their parents and running past happily, Sean said: "This matter seems to be getting more and more complicated - I think it is best for us to rely on the power of the association.
"We need to inform the association of the situation and issue tasks that meet the level through the task center...
“Then we’ll find another chance to rescue Mrs. Dominic.
"This is the wisest approach."
Even though he had enough strength, and even though he had achieved several leaps and bounds, Sean had never been so powerful that he could directly walk into every haunted house...
Moonlight spread her hands: "Then what are you waiting for? Let's go directly to the association to submit the task."
Sean shook his head: "No - just the disappearance of Mrs. Dominic and these drowsy children are not enough..."
Even though it was a bit creepy to think of those children, each with a golden ticket stub hidden in their pocket, Sean still believed that reporting the association in this way might not be taken seriously——
For example, the red theater was able to lurk on the white avenue for many years without any corresponding tasks due to the lack of evidence of negative impact.
A quest will only be formed if the explorer provides evidence to prove the danger of a certain spirit world.
After all, mysterious events emerge in endlessly, and resources for exploring the secrets are limited.
The association can only use this less flexible way to allocate limited resources.
Therefore, Sean believed that the disappearance of one soul and the coma of several children would probably not attract their attention.
"We need more evidence that he is evil." Sean raised his eyes, "To prove that the existence named Pan has caused terrible damage and is a huge threat."
Only then can it be possible to upgrade the corresponding mission level and recruit King or even Ace to eliminate the threat.
"for example?"
"For example..." Sean looked at the children laughing beside their parents, thinking of Thomas who lived alone in a cold house, and of Aaliyah and Benjamin who were once closed in a dark room...
“For example, we can go and visit children who have no parents to rely on,
"Perhaps, in the noisy Lower City, they have already disappeared quietly..."
——
The narrow windows in the basement illuminated a back with limited sunlight.
The back muscles are bulging like symmetrical hills, and the latissimus dorsi muscles are as strong as a pair of folded wings...
The light is projected on it, and the shining beads of sweat flow through the tattoo with complicated strokes——
It was a "Joshua Passion" covering the entire back.
His muscles contracted suddenly, and his back fiercely punched the black sandbag.
Bang!
With just one punch, the leather sandbag weighing two hundred kilograms, the chain creaked and swayed at an exaggerated angle.
Bang! Bang! Bang!
The fists wrapped in boxing belts hit the sandbag again and again. The boxer kept moving around, avoiding the sandbag while attacking the heavy target...
If anyone who has received boxing training sees this scene, they will definitely be surprised by such a heavy punch——
This is professional-level punching power!
Sweat gushed out from the hairless head and flowed through the wrinkles carved by axes and chisels, just like a river flowing into a dense forest. It disappeared after flowing into many gray beards.
After more than ten minutes of exercise, Father Fagal Taylor took a cold shower through the faucet in the basement and dried his body with a variegated towel. The dark priest's uniform covered the bulging muscles and scars on his body. People's tattoos.
His thick-boned hands picked up the "Holy Book" and the diamond-shaped shelf placed on the table, and he walked out of the basement.
Continuously punching sandbags is his unique way of "meditation".
As the manager and protector of Landes-Taro Orphanage, his assistant informed him not long ago that two explorers would come to visit.
"Questor?" Father Taylor's hard face was slightly lost in thought.
These mysterious people have brought back some old secrets buried in the heart...
Just like some old memories, even if the coffin lid is closed and filled with soil, the endless tapping sound of the coffin lid can still be heard late at night.
For some reason, he had a premonition...
He felt that those things that had been buried for too long would not die, and this time, it seemed that it was time to dig up the soil and open the "coffin".
"Merciful Father..." The strong heart beat in the broad chest, "Give me the courage to face the past."
Father Taylor walked into the reception room of the orphanage, where two explorers were already waiting.
One of them was wearing a dark gray suit with a tall and straight figure. Even indoors, he did not take off his fedora hat of the same color.
Under the fedora hat, what made the strong-minded Taylor couldn't help but look at it a few more times was the solid fog guarding a deep star.
The other person is slightly slimmer and has an inexplicable artistic temperament. His mask is like a silver mirror that undulates with the facial features, and in the silver mirror, someone seems to be playing the piano.
A crescent moon constantly sheds silver light.
"Father Taylor." The leader of the explorers came over and gave him a strong handshake, "I am the explorer 'Sea of Glimmer' and this is 'Soloist under the Moon'."
Father Taylor shook hands one by one, staring into each other's eyes through the mask, showing no fear or disgust towards the explorers that ordinary people would show.
"Are you?" Sean was keenly aware that Father Taylor had a powerful soul and asked straight to the point, "Are you an exorcist?"
Exorcists are outside the explorer system and can fight against mysterious clergy, mostly priests or senior nuns.
However, when a cleric puts on the mask of a seeker, he or she can no longer be called an "exorcist."
For example, the brother and sister in the Levin Town incident may be exorcists belonging to the Salvation Cult on weekdays, but when they put on the masks, they only have one identity - explorers.
Therefore, Father Taylor's other identity is most likely Sean's colleague.
Seeing the question in Sean's eyes, Father Taylor raised a hand: "Oh, no, I'm not in the esoteric industry.
"In order to fight against evil spirits when I was young, I learned some skills, and I haven't put them down yet."
good. Sean nodded.
The New Testament reporter has a lot of appreciation for those who choose to use their own strength to protect themselves and never slack off.
Without continuing the pleasantries, Sean asked straight to the point: "Father Taylor, the main reason we came here this time is to understand some situations."
"what's the situation?"
"For example, has there ever been an incident in this orphanage where orphans were possessed by evil spirits or disappeared?"
Most of the children in Xiacheng District who have no parents to protect them are in this orphanage.
There is very likely evidence of harm done by the Lord of the Spirits here.
Father Taylor did not answer Sean's question immediately. He was a little lost in thought, and his eyes seemed to pass through Sean's eyes and fall into the past...
"Father?" Sean called with some confusion.
