"Nursery rhymes and folktales?"
After Luo Ya left, Eluma put down the photo in her hand and asked Zhou Li curiously: "Zhou Li, do you think these three monsters, nursery rhymes and folk tales are related?"
"Do you remember what I once told you on the airship that Jordan has a nickname besides the Fog City?"
"of course I remember."
Eluma put her knees together, shook her body slightly, and replied: "As you told me, Jordan is also known as the capital of weirdness."
Zhou Li took the teacup on the side, put the sugar cubes into the black tea, and slowly stirred it, "The reason why Jordan is called the capital of weirdness is mainly because of one man and his one thousand and one books."
Jordan means "the promised land" in British and Southern slang. Legend has it that when Yingnan was founded, an ordinary human wrote a thousand weird stories full of weird colors in Jordan. Werewolves, vampires, bandaged monsters, skeletons and a thousand other monsters that only exist in people's imagination have appeared in his writings and books.
Originally, this was supposed to be just the story of a talented writer. However, according to records, this writer, whose name is unknown throughout his life, did not stop writing after writing the thousandth grotesque "The Doll Maid of Carlos". He quit his job at the publishing house, locked himself in his house, and started writing the One Thousand and One Weirdnesses day and night.
From that day on, he did not communicate with anyone. He severed all social relations and gave up invitations to high society. The writer shut himself in a small room and gave up everything except crazy writing. He kept writing, but no matter how hard he tried to exaggerate the horrors in the book and create even weirder monsters, the thousand and first monsters he wanted to write never appeared.
Over time, people gradually forgot about the man known as the father of weirdness, and also forgot about the uninhabited house at No. 111 Baker Street. Because it has been a hundred years since that man published his last weird book, no one will care about a madman who disappeared a hundred years ago, and no one will remember him.
"But the freaks remembered him."
Zhou Li put down the bottomed cup and faced Eluma who was listening to the story attentively. Zhou Li's voice was slightly low.
"No one knew at the time that the One Thousand and One Weirdnesses had actually been written long ago."
“A writer is the ultimate grotesque.”
The writer died. There was no ink or paper in his room, and the last pen was completely useless. And he himself didn't have any strength to pick up the pen and write down the characters.
However, his book was written.
Human skin was used as paper, blood was turned into ink, and bones were extracted to be used as pens.
He used himself to write the last weird book.
"Where's the book?"
When Zhou Li finished the story, Eluma raised her head and asked in confusion: "Where did this human skin book go in the end?"
"Burned."
Zhou Li shrugged his shoulders, removed the black mist that was used to enhance the atmosphere, and said to Eluma in a relaxed tone: "How can such a thing be kept? The Yingnan government gave it to him directly after finding the human skin book Throw it into the fire and burn it, or else? Keep it to cause trouble?"
"Alas~"
After hearing this, Eluma leaned on the table, pouted her lips and made a puffing sound, then smiled and said to Zhou Li: "That's good, that way no one will be injured by such weird things. "
"Ah."
Zhou Li smiled and touched Eluma's hair. Eluma's eyebrows were like crescent moons and she was smiling. The sunlight outside the window quietly appeared and fell next to the two of them.
A week has passed since he signed the contract with Roja. During this period, Zhou Li found a single-family house facing the street with a relatively good location. Relying on the official identity of "Jordanian Detective" created to control panic, Zhou Li bought this house without going through many procedures and used it as his and Eluma's residence and work place in Yingnan.
In the early morning, as the bells were ringing, Roja came to the door.
"Any clues?"
During this week, the monsters took no action as if they were taking care of Zhou Li to buy a house. There was no problem except that the werewolf remained silent. There are also clues about vampires and bandaged monsters, but they are incomplete, and Detective Zhou Li and Kite are at a loss to do anything about them.
Today, Luo Ya's arrival brought Zhou Li good news and bad news.
"Mr. Folds, I have bad news and good news here. Which one do you want to hear?"
Facing Luo Ya, who was getting closer to him and even made some small jokes, Zhou Li pushed the black tea in front of him and said with a smile: "Let me tell you the bad news first, I prefer to prepare for the worst. "
"The bad news is, the king is dead."
"oh."
Zhou Li nodded, then he picked up the sweetened milk tea in front of him and just put it to his mouth when he suddenly raised his head and asked in shock: "What? Wait a minute, what did you just say?"
"The king is dead."
Facing the stunned Zhou Li, Roja repeated what he had just said and added: "Just a week ago, King William III was found dead in his palace. He was crucified. On the cross, the body is covered with red lines.”
Luo Ya took out a photo from his waist and handed it to Zhou Li like a ruthless photo taker. Zhou Li took the photo, and it showed a fat, elegant, naked man with a cross. This man was nailed to the cross, with four long and thick iron bars fastening him to the red wooden board through his limbs, and a ferocious silver nail pierced through his face, destroying his face.
What concerned Zhou Li most about this photo was that on the man's exposed skin, there were a bunch of seemingly messy, but actually messy, red lines all over his body.
"This line..."
Zhou Li narrowed his eyes and whispered to himself: "I seem to have seen it somewhere."
"Your memory is correct." Luo Ya seemed to know what Zhou Li was referring to. He nodded and said to him: "According to the intelligence we collected, on the night when the werewolf committed the murder, the blood moon outside the window was covered with blood. It’s this kind of line.”
"Seven days ago it was the king, then Duke Mintz, then Count Assmann, and finally the boss."
Zhou Li's brain was working rapidly, and he put together all the possible clues in an instant.
"Royal, let me ask you a question."
Raising his head, Zhou Li asked Roja solemnly: "Have Duke Mintz, Count Asman, and the boss all come into contact with the Gospels?"
"That's right."
Roja nodded and said in agreement: "We have already noticed this. In fact, the careers of these three people are all given by the gospel."
"Duke Mintz's profession is a hunter, Count Assmann's profession is a healer, and Hillary's profession is a mathematician. They all listened to the gospel when they were twelve years old and became professionals."
"Where's the king?"
"The king's profession is to be a leader, and this is not given to him by the gospel."
Faced with Zhou Li's inquiry, Luo Ya answered carefully: "King William III's career was given by the leader of the union, and he has never been exposed to the Gospels in his life. It is precisely because of this that we are very troubled now."
At this moment, Roja's communicator sounded. After making a gesture, he put the communicator to his ear and began to communicate with the person opposite. After a while, Luo Ya put down the communicator and said to Zhou Li seriously:
"Mr. Folds, the latest news is that the Evangelical Cathedral where the Gospels are located has been attacked and is now requesting support."
"Walk."
Without hesitation, Zhou Li stood up, opened the closet, and put on a gray-black stand-collar windbreaker. At this time, Eluma, who had just woken up, walked out of the room and asked Zhou Li sleepily:
"What's wrong? Do you want to go out?"
"Same old thing, I have the key."
Zhou Li, who had already placed restrictions in the house, reminded Eluma, then he picked up his cane and followed Roja out of the house.
"Okay~~~"
After waving in the direction of Zhou Li's departure, Eluma let out a long yawn. Then she swayed towards the dining table, muttering something in her mouth,
"I woke up late and breakfast was in the second cabinet. If Zhou Li leaves alone and doesn't open the door to strangers, Heiwu..."
Eluma walked to the sofa, gently gathered the black mist at the handle of the sofa, and placed it on her shoulder like a cat. After touching the black mist gently, Eluma walked to the kitchen and looked for breakfast.
At this time, Zhou Li had already gotten on the military vehicle that Roja had just repaired, and drove quickly towards the Gospel Cathedral.
"Has the enemy type been confirmed?"
In the car, Zhou Li asked Luo Ya who was standing beside him: "How many people are there, what types of enemies are there, and what is their strength?"
"An enemy whose type is difficult to describe to you. His strength is at least at its peak."
After calmly answering Zhou Li's question, Luo Ya performed a beautiful drift test and crashed into a stone pillar. With the powerful performance of the military vehicle, the stone pillar shattered and the car was fine.
After passing the last intersection, Zhou Li and Luo Ya came to a higher platform. The two got out of the car and came to the edge of the platform, where they saw the enemy attacking the cathedral barrier.
The giant monster, about twelve meters long and made of pale white bones, waved the bone club in its hand and kept hitting the barrier of the Evangelical Cathedral. Along with the roaring sounds, bone fragments flew everywhere, and a sharp bone spur suddenly formed on the ground where it hit, and the smell of blood and death came oncoming.
"Skeleton?"
Zhou Li squinted his eyes. He seemed to have thought of something, and the corners of his mouth curved in an imperceptible arc. Then he looked at Roja aside and asked in a deep voice: "How long will it take for the fastest legion to get here?"
"Today is Thanksgiving, and half of the Legion is on vacation..."
Facing the oppressive skeleton giant, Roja's face was very ugly, "The remaining people did not eat in order to pray, and only drank a little water at six o'clock in the morning. The legion that can now mobilize and have the ability to act, Only the fourth detachment of the Templars is left, but because the fourth detachment is stationed far away, it will take thirty minutes at the earliest to arrive."
"According to the answers from the people inside, this shield can only last ten minutes."
Hearing this, Zhou Li suddenly felt speechless. This Thanksgiving Day, apart from allowing the underground aborigines to be grateful, is only useful for outsiders to invade. In such an important city in Jordan, after such an emergency, there was no second legion with combat effectiveness to come to support it. No wonder the crime rate remained high all year round.
As for attacking the skeleton giant with Roja, Zhou Li didn't even think about it. The main reason why I defeated the werewolf last time was that I was short on time and had the ability to crush the werewolf. Of course, the sneak attack of justice also accounts for a large part of the reason. But that was a werewolf. It was a humanoid species after all. It had a throat, a neck, and a body, and it was something capable of backstabbing.
This giant skeleton is twelve meters tall. Even if Zhou Li was given ten minutes, he would be able to carve the words "loyalty to the country" on it.
"Can you contact the nearest arsenal around here?"
After hearing Zhou Li's inquiry, Luo Ya suddenly understood something. He quickly took out his communicator and started to connect. After a while, he gave the answer.
"There is an arsenal twelve kilometers from here."
"You go and drive...forget it, I'll drive and let them prepare enough explosive powder and launching devices."
After saying that, Zhou Li flew directly into the car, stepped on the accelerator and got stuck on a tree stump nearby. After angrily kicking the tree stump and driving onto the sidewalk, Zhou Li flew towards the arsenal according to Roya's instructions.
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"Hoo~ho~ho~"
Flicking through the books about the customs and customs of Yingnan, Eluma sat on the recliner, swaying her smooth calves, bulging her cheeks and gently blowing the black mist in front of her.
Boom, boom, boom.
At this time, there was a sudden knock on the door. Eluma immediately stopped what she was doing, closed her mouth, and looked at the door nervously.
"Hello, I am a friend of Mr. Folds. I came to visit today. Is anyone at home?"
Outside the door, a soft female voice sounded. Eluma didn't make any sound, she gently put away the books and sat motionless on the chair. The black mist on the shoulders had already floated beside the door, floating quietly in the air.
"Hello, is anyone home?"
After another greeting, Eluma was still speechless.
"nobody?"
The woman's voice sounded outside, and then a rich voice whose gender was unclear answered:
"Then put the gift down, trust me, he will help us."
Something seemed to be placed at the door, and with two different footsteps, the room returned to calm.
Eluma still did not move. She sat quietly on the recliner and stared at the door. Her blue eyes were full of calm, as calm as the deep ocean.
The sun fell behind Eluma, and the white bouquet in the vase swayed gently with the wind. Time seemed to be stretched out, making it difficult to breathe.
"it's a pity."
The woman said regretfully: "It seems that the girl is really not here."
