In the dark torture room, Holander opened his eyes, and the world was spinning. He finally figured out through the speckled and granular rat droppings on the dust that he was facing the ground.
Why am I here? What about Abigail?
He raised his head, and in front of him was a whale oil lantern half-wrapped in black cloth. All the hot light was shining in his direction, making his eyes shed tears. His body instinctively wanted to avoid the dazzling light, but found that he was tied to a chair and could not move.
Holland tried his best to look behind the lantern, where a vague figure sat.
Could it be that my escape plan was discovered by the elders? The muscles on my back trembled with fear:
"Elder, I can explain that things are not what you think... I am gathering information in order to collect more blood of the emperor."
Wait, I seemed to be following a police officer before, but suddenly I passed out. Could it be that the person opposite is not one of us, but...
"Are you from the Divine Bureau?" he asked tentatively in a low voice.
"You're finally awake, Mr. Holland." The deep male voice said, it was the villain policeman who blackmailed Abigail.
"Sorry, in order to lure you out, I had to take away Miss Abigail's savings. I will return the money to her as soon as possible."
"Huh, if you want to apologize, go apologize to her. Don't be pretentious here." He gritted his teeth angrily and squeezed out these words from between his teeth.
"You have been charged with the murder of Cleon Dlinken. Do you admit to this crime?"
"That scum deserved his death." Holland spat, "What would you do if someone you loved was treated like this?"
"Your motives are beyond reproach." The other party admitted this frankly, "But from a legal perspective, your situation is not so optimistic, especially considering the tattoo on your arm."
"Stop talking nonsense, kill or chop as you wish."
Holander closed his eyes. He knew that he was in danger this time, so he mustered up the courage and said viciously.
"Of course you can die, but what about Miss Abigail? She is still waiting for you in the rented house full of broken furniture. If you die, she can only go back to the Jubilation Club and continue her work. A miserable job, do you want to see that happen?”
Abigail... Hearing this name, Holander's heart suddenly softened, like a deflated ball.
"As far as I know, the Nirvana Order strictly prohibits members from interacting with humans or intermarrying. Your romance with Miss Abigail obviously betrays the creed of the order. So you bought two tickets to the Scarlet Islands and wanted to take them with you. She flew away, right?"
"Yes, but so what?"
"If you are willing to cooperate, the Bureau of Divine Investigation can let you and Miss Abigail go, and promise not to hold you accountable. The tobacco businessman's bizarre spontaneous combustion will just become a strange story after dinner."
"...In addition, you can also get a large reward. When you go to a new place, you will need money."
"Oh, why should I believe in a human's promise?"
As a member of the Nirvana Order, he knew very well what "human beings" had done to his own people.
"If those racial stereotypes were so true, you wouldn't be with Miss Abigail."
"She is different from you." Even though he said this, Holander knew that the other party still persuaded him.
The city would soon be in flames. He must leave here quickly, no matter what the conditions are.
"Why did the Nirvana Order appear in Silvermist City?"
"This was our last capital city in the Old World. Buried underground was a kind of lost fire oil - 'Emperor's Blood'. It was a purple, viscous liquid with the aroma of agarwood and roses. "
A kind of inexplicable pride ignited in Holander's eyes: "You won't imagine its power. As long as a wine bottle-sized amount of emperor's blood can burn down an entire battleship, no one can extinguish it."
"Is it sealed in a black clay pot with a strange pattern?"
The other party has actually seen the blood of the emperor? !
Holander felt unbelievable. Even the Nirvana Order learned about several locations where the emperor's blood was stored from an ancient book they accidentally obtained.
Could it be that the other party is deliberately deceiving...?
"Yes, how did you know?" He squinted his eyes warily, staring at the blurry figure in front of him.
"What exactly is the Nirvana Order looking for the blood of the emperor?" The other party did not answer him.
"I don't know. The elder may be planning to transport them back as an armed reserve."
Holland is holding back on this point. He wished that the Nirvana Order could succeed and let this sinful city fall into flames.
"How many of you are there in Silvermist City?"
"Elder Issyk brought more than thirty people with him when he came here. Except for his own personality crystallization reaching level three, they are basically low-level extraordinary people of one to two levels. There are also more than twenty people in Silver Mist City. secret believer."
"Thank you for your help, Mr. Holland. Finally, I have a more personal question..." the other party said, "Why did you choose to betray the Nirvana Order?"
Why did you choose to betray the Nirvana Order?
Because of love? ideal? Or is it something that even he himself is not aware of?
Holander looked at the light floating in front of him. The light was bright and hot. He seemed to see a small insect crashing into the sea of fire and dying instantly:
"This is a stupid game of cat and mouse and I don't want to play it anymore..."
"To be honest, I don't regret joining the cult. I recognize their persistence and believe that we have every reason to choose to remember our hatred. But I think I can't waste the rest of my life in never-ending revenge, especially after knowing Abigail. From now on..."
"She reminds me of the mountain flowers in May, the rain in June, and the harvest after that. The seeds will be buried in the soil all winter and then sprout. I have never thought about these things that will happen in the future. , like flying insects that live and die rapidly."
"...But it's different now. I've never felt so desperate to live and experience the wonderful things that are possible."
"Yes, Mr. Inspector..." he said to himself, "I do want to live."
The flame of the whale-oil lamp went out.
The incandescent lamp lit up with a "pop", and the light covered the entire room, illuminating the man's face——
He has black hair and black eyes and looks as young as himself.
"Well, Mr. Holland, I believe you speak from your heart."
Ed untied the rope for him and said, "But I'm afraid you will have to wait in jail for a while. Once we confirm that the clues you provided are true and reliable, we will arrange for you and Miss Abigail to leave Riley by boat." Ya."
"No, it would be too late." Holland finally showed a horrified expression.
