"Strange, where did the film go? Please wait a moment." The Roman muttered while searching in the small bag. He didn't notice that Shangluo in front of him was stunned.
【I am *Jinling Yayan*! It's him! Why is it him! Why didn’t I recognize it at first? It’s him, photographer Akjeus!]
The photographer named Akjeus was still rummaging through his bag.
"Is he a bad person?" Shangluo asked quickly.
[No, he is a good person. He is really here to send you photos. But you will be implicated if you are with him! But he will attract the Ripper! Turn around and run away, leave him alone! You can't save him! It seems too late to run now, but you run first! 】
"Sorry! I have something else to do, let's talk about it next time!"
Shangluo yelled, turned around and ran away - he didn't think too much. Although this person is a good person, he is not familiar with him at all, and he is not a cute girl. He is just a middle-aged Roman. Since this place has become a place of right and wrong, it is of course the best option.
"Wait, I almost forgot." He took out his mobile phone from his pocket while running, "I should also call the police. Oh no, Baojin, this kind of thing should be handled by Jin Yiwei. So what happened to the Ripper? thing?"
【Don’t ask! I asked you to run just because I was afraid that you would know that this is the holy secret I mentioned before, as long as you don’t see the Ripper...]
Apollonia's voice stopped abruptly:
【Ah, it’s too late. I knew it was too late. 】
A slender figure appeared at the entrance of the alley, wearing a black windbreaker, a tall black top hat and white gloves that were incompatible with Yu Jing. This slim-fitting, narrow dress originally originated from Germany, but is now also a popular style in Rome. Except for meetings in the Senate, most of the Roman aristocrats would wear such narrow dresses to move around.
But this one is clearly not a tourist. Blood seeped from his white gloves, seeping from the fingertips wrapped in the gloves. The gloves were dyed red, and blood dripped down the tip of the knife one drop at a time.
Every drop of blood that falls to the ground will spatter like plum blossom-like blood stains, and the distance between each blood stain is equal. His hands were like bottomless water leaks, dripping blood one drop after another, but he didn't know when it would end.
The slender figure did not stop beside Shangluo, but just passed him by. The two even looked at each other once. Then, step by step, the blood stains extended forward drop by drop.
The photographer also saw this scene - at first he had no reaction until he saw the face of the man in black clearly.
He wanted to turn around and run into the subway station, but found that his legs had long since lost strength. Blood continued to seep from his hands, then his feet, and his back.
Blood filled his lungs, and the photographer asked in a wheezing voice: "You and I, let me give him the film and publish it."
Before he could finish the last word, the photographer was already lying on his back and collapsed to the ground. A gap had opened in his chest. The gap seemed to have been prepared there a long time ago.
The man in black stepped forward silently, reached into his chest, and pulled out a sharp skinning knife with his bloody right hand.
Finally, his right hand stopped bleeding. The cause and effect of this disembowelment ends here.
In the blink of an eye, the Ripper was gone.
Shangluo didn't even notice the moment he disappeared, as if he had never appeared.
He couldn't even remember the chronological order after passing each other. During this process, he was like an observer, who could only silently watch what had "happened" without even thinking about going to the rescue. It was as if the whole murder had already happened. It is not until the Ripper disappears that the linear flow of events resumes.
When Shangluo walked up, the photographer was still breathing.
"It was me who killed me"
"I saw it." Shangluo nodded.
"Film. Film." His voice was drowned by the roar of blood.
"I know, I will definitely find the film, develop it and publish it in your travel diary." Shangluo held the bleeding hand.
After hearing the assurance, the light in the photographer's eyes gradually solidified, and he was fixed on this moment.
"I kill me."
Shangluo repeated this sentence. In fact, he realized this when he saw the Ripper's eyes.
"Apolonia! Are the Ripper and the photographer the same person?"
【.】She fell into silence.
"Apolonia?"
【*Jinling Yayan*. 】
"I got it right?"
[Mithras on top! How could the Hydra troops allow this to happen on the land of Cathay! What do they do! So yes, you guessed it, you witnessed the collapse of the Holy Ghost. I knew that if they worked so hard, something would happen one day! 】
"So wait a minute! What did you say before? There are three occult centers in Rome, and three other secondary centers? They are Constantinople for mysticism, Alexandria for alchemy, and astrology. Delphi for science. The secondary centers were Syracuse for physics, Rome itself for sociology, and the ideal city of 'practice' - New Antioch in America."
【So you know why? Why does Rome seem so degenerate yet qualified to rule the world back-to-back with Cathay? Of course one Rome won’t do, but there isn’t just one Rome, there are six! Constantinople, Alexandria, and Neo-Antioch. These cities not only reproduced the layout of Roman cities in other places, but also reproduced the existence of Romans. Rome split itself into six empires, advancing simultaneously into six different realms. 】
"Which one is it? From Constantinople?"
[The identity may be anyone. Even the so-called 'insiders' in the Senate don't know whether they are the 'original' or a reappeared copy. It's like the photographer didn't realize he had died once. 】
"Wouldn't it be crazy to know that there are six of you living in the world at the same time???"
[So, there will always be unexpected insiders appearing. Once or twice is fine, because there are always two people who look alike in the world. Sometimes when you look through photos, you may even find that your friends look a lot like a certain historical figure. But any magic leaves a trace, just as a key must be present to lock it. Even if you destroy the key, the keyhole is still there. There will always be people who discover anomalies in life, and there will always be people who discover the secrets on their own. There is a golden book in Rome, and only those on the golden book join this 'great practice' of being split into six. They will keep a record of everyone. 】
"So what would the Romans do with these bugs?"
[Similar to the Jin Yiwei, Rome had trained inner guards to handle this matter. The 'Hydra Troop' specializes in dealing with the Holy Ghosts. They are all controlled 'Awakened Ones', and they go out in groups of six. As long as the main body does not die, even if the other five die, they will reappear on their own like the beheaded Hydra - and they will take the 'EITR' potion to retain the continuity of their consciousness during the rebirth process, thereby bringing death with them. All previous memories come back again instead of being naturally 'rationalized'. Everyone in the Hydra army is fearless of death, because they really will not die. As long as they keep taking the 'EITR' potion, they can repeatedly try and make mistakes in an action to find the best breakthrough to complete the task. Their opponents will only see groups of suicide squads rushing forward, each time stronger and more cunning than the last. Like Hydra's snake venom slowly eroding inwards. 】
(End of chapter)
