Jiang Chenchuan was walking on Costa Street, and it was like this in Polnia. The ground under his feet was always wet, and the sky was dark most of the time. When he passed by with his cane, he would make a small puddle.
The originally brand-new shoes will be stained with a lot of plaster not long after they go out for shopping. Wearing a gentleman's hat, you can hear the noise of the city and the sound of wheels rolling by. Only at the end of the field of vision, the world tree is still shining brightly. of light.
He was standing in front of the ancient door, and he seemed to be able to smell the smell of blood emanating from the house. He didn't understand why he was standing here, as if he had to come to this place under some kind of guidance.
Someone has their eyes on Jiang Chenchuan, probably the police from the Public Security Department. Many people believe in the theory that the murderer will return to the scene, so they will monitor the crime scene 24 hours a day.
However, they may not have thought that an experienced murderer who can handle the scene carefully will not return to the scene. They have 100% confidence that they will not be caught by the Sheriff's Department.
Therefore, if he is not a murderer, he should be... a professional killer.
Behind most professional killers, there is a mysterious organization that involves too much darkness. This is why Jiang Chenchuan does not want Reina to continue to investigate.
The crackling sound continued, and Polnia, which was hit by the cold wind, still looked gray. The coldness invaded the room, and the shivering figure prayed for the coming of spring.
The sky was already dark, and flames were dancing in the air. The figure on the wall picked up the tea cup in front of him and took a slow sip.
There was a strange-shaped box on the table. The man opposite seemed to be holding it out. He sat on the main seat and clasped his fingers lightly, making a regular sound. He seemed a little embarrassed and didn't dare to raise his head to look at him.
"Have you brought anything?"
The man's face was hidden in the darkness, and his tone did not fluctuate at all, as if he was talking about something insignificant.
"Bring it, bring it, bring everything."
The visitor raised his head, with a strange emotion in his eyes.
"Don't worry, the money you want will not be less."
There was some impatience in the man's eyes. He hated people who procrastinated. Even if the other person had an extremely important item in his hand, he would still be arrogant.
"Sir, having said that, we also have rules for our transactions..." qs
They had been waiting for this deal for too long. The blockade of the museum once led to the collapse of the organization. But fortunately, moths will exist everywhere. No matter how gorgeous the decoration is on the outside, over the long years, the inside will be destroyed. All will be corroded cleanly.
Perhaps, this is the truth of the world, a truth that cannot be made public.
"As promised before, if the transaction can be carried out, the goods must be inspected on site. Sir, you won't regret it, right?"
The visitor raised the corners of his mouth and smiled faintly.
"Tsk...it's really troublesome, come and show it to these people who have never seen money before!"
The man raised his hand in greeting. Upon hearing his order, the attendant standing behind him stepped forward and moved two heavy suitcases onto the table.
Snap.
After a crisp sound, the lock was opened, revealing the golden Galen inside and showing it to the visitors.
"Wow!"
Perhaps it was the first time to see so many gold coins, and the visitor couldn't help but marvel.
"It's already troublesome enough to help you solve the pursuit of the Sheriff's Department. Be careful and don't come looking for me all the time!"
The man said arrogantly, no matter from his clothes or the generosity of his actions, it can be seen that his status in Bornia is not low.
"I understand, sir. This time was also an accident. Who knew they would have contacted the Sheriff's Department in advance. If it hadn't been for you, sir... I'm afraid I would have been caught. Don't worry... there will never be a next time."
The light danced, and the visitor's face was clearly visible. It was the killer Jiang Chenchuan met on the train.
It is naturally much more pleasant to cooperate with the nobles of Bornia. All kinds of privileges are his passport and the key to his success in Bornia.
The basis of sub-survival.
"Come, show our trophies to your lord!"
The visitor turned to greet him in the same way. His companion was carrying a suitcase of similar size.
If the man in front of me wants something, it is what the museum calls...
relic.
That's right, the museum is responsible for the entire process from discovery to recovery of normal relics, plus the Queen's secret order, so most ordinary people don't know the existence of such special power items.
But for nobles, it's different.
They know about the existence of relics, and they also understand that relics have special powers that transcend the world, but their knowledge of relics is not deep, and most of them only have a partial understanding of them through hearsay.
What is more terrifying than ignorance is the nobles who only know half of the truth and want to own the relics.
Polnia's intelligence network is controlled by the museum, so they can only hire a group of people to search for the relics in other countries and bring them back to them.
Of course, in the process of performing tasks, some people have no chance of returning or are in deep trouble due to the lack of relevant cognition.
Later, the nobles discovered that the most useful people were those with professions such as killers.
They are ruthless and ruthless, never show mercy, and have some real skills in getting relics from strangers.
Just like the man in front of me, it only took a week from obtaining the information to completing the mission.
Although I despise these killers from the bottom of my heart, I have to say that they are really useful.
Someone like a guest assistant lifted the box and put it on the table. There was only a crisp sound and the assistant opened the box.
Inside the box was the body of a cat.
From the outside, there doesn't seem to be anything special, except that the cat seems to be asleep, with its eyes closed and lying obediently in the box.
"Is this...the goal this time?"
The man looked confused, and it was difficult to see anything special about the cat.
"grown ups."
The visitor suddenly spoke. He took out an old lighter from his pocket and played with it in his hand.
"how?"
"My lord, have you heard of the flickering flame of hope?"
"What it is?"
"I heard that every time you turn the wheel, there is a chance of triggering the fire of hope, which can inspire people. When luck comes, it can often save people from danger. Although their wishes may not come true, they will always give people a glimmer of hope. "
With a snap, the visitor opened the lid of the lighter and placed his hand on the roller.
"But if the fire of hope is not triggered, there will be a sign of misfortune. If you hope to have twin brothers, it must be misfortune. Sir, will the misfortune that comes with hope be more desperate?"
The visitor said with a smile.
