Room 221, Building B, Linzhong Hotel.
The rare sunny day allowed the sun to fall on the locust wood floor of the room, and its warm halo was reflected in the man's eyes. He was sitting on a wooden chair, with a woolen coat draped over him, his eyes half closed, feeling sleepy.
Ta-ta, tap-ta, tap-ta.
The sound of soft leather heels hitting the floor sounded, and Most's eyelashes trembled slightly. The palms placed on the armrests were slightly clenched, and the fingers unconsciously touched the mahogany wood.
"The quill scratched the paper, and the end of the story began to appear on the page."
Along with the regular tapping, Most began to hum a nursery rhyme by Yingnan. It was a ballad written by people who loved detectives. It told the story of detectives fighting criminals.
(The silver-tipped cane feels cold in the palm of my hand)
Roya's voice sounded from the first floor, and he began to check the few guests in the hotel. Most heard his voice, but he did not move and continued humming.
(On the Jordan Tower next to Mink Street)
A gust of wind blew away Most's woolen coat, revealing his body covered with scorch marks.
(On the shoulders of the Templars, the medal of the cross is slightly illuminated)
Brushing the gospel book on the wooden table with his palm, Most raised his head slightly, as if he was feeling something, and a happy look gradually appeared on his face.
(The gospel bells are ringing, the visit of the Son, the grotesque in the decaying Jordan, the bloody opening)
The wind blew again, and the two boxes at his feet fell to the ground, and two terrifying heads with ferocious faces rolled out of the boxes. One's face was bandaged and dilapidated. The other face was covered in bloodstains.
(Vulgar tricks, hidden faces, who will end up, high-sounding, logical illusion)
Boom, boom, boom.
There was a knock on the door on the same floor downstairs, and Geralost's voice rang out. After hearing the deep man's voice, the corners of Most's mouth rose, and a twisted holiness gradually rose from his body.
(Contradictions lead to the light he created, doubts are perfectly buried, and the corners of the mouth that mock the Jordan Tower battlefield are raised)
"Dong dong dong~"
There was a knock on the door next door. This time, it was Roya. It was clear that the person who wanted to kill him was questioning him next door, but there was no trace of panic on Most's face. On the contrary, he became more and more excited. The song in his mouth was still singing, and he was singing faster.
(If killing is a gorgeous and cruel movement)
The soft leather heel clicked on the floor and came close to Most's ear.
(Then death is a deep and helpless melancholy)
Most stretched out his hand and played gracefully in mid-air, playing a piece of music that did not belong to him.
(He will write its ending with his own hand)
His fingers stopped, his body froze, and he smiled.
(I will be lit into a candle in ashes)
There was a knock on the door.
"Mr. Moriarty, are you there?"
Roja knocked on the door. He just heard faint singing coming from the house. However, due to the good sound insulation of the hotel, he did not hear clearly the content of the lyrics, nor did he hear Most's voice clearly. Now, he knocked on the door, but there was no answer in the room.
"Step aside!!!"
At this time, Gerost seemed to smell something. His face suddenly changed, and he stretched out his hand, and the invisible force instantly smashed the door open. Without waiting to see the specific situation in the room, Gerost immediately threw the bottle on his waist on the ground, and the water flow immediately dispersed and swept into the house.
When the water dispersed, Roja, who was standing with a sword, and Gerost, who was holding a giant crossbow, finally saw everything in the room clearly. Then they felt time freeze.
The pure and flawless bone armor sat on the wooden chair, and the hand with only the skeleton remaining was frozen in mid-air, with the jagged finger bones hovering as if playing music. In the halo of dusk, bones like white jade sit among the scattered flesh and blood, scarlet and dark yellow intertwined with the colorful curtain. Two ferocious grotesque heads lay quietly on both sides of the bone. Their faces were full of despair, but their mouths were smiling crazily.
"this…"
Seeing the strange and holy scene in front of him, Roja couldn't accept it for a moment. He looked at Gerost, his eyes full of confusion, "Is he?"
"Most."
There was no need to summon a soul or confirm the skeleton, Geralost gave the answer intuitively. He stared at the smiling skeleton in front of him, frowning.
"He knew we were coming."
He walked forward and looked at a complete white paper among the burned ashes on the table. After covering his palm with a layer of holy power, Gerost picked up the white paper and cast his gaze on it.
(The Son of God is immortal, the Saint is immortal)
The eight words did not have any special meaning, but they made Gerost feel a shiver from his soul. Because when this sentence appeared next to Most's body, it meant one thing.
The death of Death Omen was within Most's expectation. And he will find Most today, and the same is true.
"What does he want to do?"
Looking at the skeleton in front of him, Geralost felt a rare emotion of anger. He took out the soul-calling bell, picked up a handful of soul wood chips and sprinkled it on the skeleton, and then gently shook the bell.
Jingle bell bell~
For a moment, there was no response.
Jingle bell bell bell bell~~
After shaking it several times, there was still no response. Geralost did not do any more useless work. After putting away the bell, he turned around and said to Roja beside him: "You stay and find a container to store the two heads and skeleton."
"What about you, teacher?"
"I'm going to find Zhou Li."
Looking at the setting sun outside the window, a trace of solemnity flashed in Geralost's eyes, and then he said no more, turned around and left the hotel.
The setting sun is like blood.
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Putting down the paper and pen, Zhou Li looked at the terms of cooperation between the United Chamber of Commerce and Neil in front of him and breathed a sigh of relief.
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"how?"
Pushing the terms in front of Lin Ling, Zhou Li said: "You and Lin Zi will jointly hold 30% of the shares, materials and employees of the Neil Chamber of Commerce, and thereby become a shareholder in the United Chamber of Commerce. You will enjoy the Lin Zi will receive the same share and salary, and at the same time, I will promise you to do all you can to track down the murderer of your father."
After taking the terms and taking a cursory look, Lin Ling signed her name without hesitation. As the person who has observed Zhou Li the most, she knows clearly that if Zhou Li wants to trick her, there are 10,000 ways for her to fall into the trap unknowingly, and resistance is useless.
“A pleasure to work with.”
After reaching out his hand and shaking Lin Ling's hand, the cooperation between the two parties was completely achieved, and both of them achieved a satisfactory result. Zhou Li obtained huge resources comparable to those of the United Chamber of Commerce, which also laid a good foundation for him to penetrate Yingnan after the Jordanian blockade ended. Lin Ling's mind is very simple. Until now, everything she has done has only been for two things.
Protect your sister and find the murderer who hurt your father.
Putting away the contract, Zhou Li glanced at the two sisters who had gathered together unconsciously, smiled, stood up, and said to them: "Let's talk about it. I'll work out the specific matters first and take the first step. .”
"OK, all right."
Knowing that Zhou Li wanted to leave her alone space with her sister, Lin Ling cast a grateful look at Zhou Li. Zhou Li shrugged, then left the conference room and returned to his office.
Less than a minute after Zhou Li sat in the office, there was a knock on his door. Before he could speak, the door was opened roughly by Gerost.
"Why do you know Most's location?"
After seeing Zhou Li, Gerost asked this question straight to the point. Before he set off, Zhou Li gave him a note in addition to the Grand Consul's medal. Zhou Li told him that once he found the clue to Most, he should first open the note and take a look at its contents.
There was only one address on the note, which was the Forest Hotel.
Of course, this was not a trap set by Zhou Li himself. He knew that Most would stay at the Forest Hotel just because he looked up some information yesterday. This is the exact location of the hotel where Mr. Muchi met with Most and others when he visited Jordan for a medical conference.
The reason why it took Zhou Li so long to search for this information was because most of Jordan's database was lost due to a fire before Zhou Li arrived in Jordan. Zhou Li also found the approximate scope of the hotel through elimination and calculation, and then determined the hotel in the forest based on the impression of Mr. Muqi in his mind.
"Is he really in the Forest Hotel?"
To be honest, Zhou Li felt a little weird when faced with this result.
"Yes, Room 221, Building B, Forest Hotel. He set himself on fire, leaving behind a skeleton and two grotesque heads."
After handing Zhou Li the photo that Roja sent through the magic network, Gerost asked solemnly: "Zhou Li, how did you know the specific location of Most?"
After hearing Gerost's inquiry, Zhou Li fell silent. It's not that he wants to be the Riddler, the main thing is that if he wants to tell Gerost how he deduced Most's location, he will inevitably talk about Mr. Muqi. And Mr. Muqi cannot be mentioned.
"I severely damaged the Death Omen, you know."
Suddenly, Zhou Li changed the subject and talked about a seemingly unrelated matter. Geralost nodded upon hearing this, indicating that he roughly understood.
"Then don't ask any more."
While saying this, Zhou Li pointed at the sky, and Gerost suddenly understood. He looked at Zhou Li and said solemnly, "There is one more thing."
"I found this paper next to Most's bones."
After handing the paper with the words "The Holy Son is Immortal and the Saint Immortal" to Zhou Li, Gerost continued: "I now suspect that the Death Omen is not dead at all, and even Most is not dead."
"You mean, you think Most regards himself as an immortal saint, and the death epidemic is the immortal Son?"
"right."
Gerost nodded. In his long life, he had seen all the people who touched the Gospel. Most of them went for the illusory eternal life, and Most was no exception.
"I don't think so."
However, Zhou Li gave the completely opposite answer. He looked at the photo in his hand, and then asked Gerost: "Tell me, what did you feel when you first saw this photo?"
After hearing Zhou Li's question, Gerost fell silent. He began to think about it, and after a long time, he expressed his inner answer.
"Piety."
That's right, even though it was surrounded by flesh and blood, with only the skeleton left, when Gerost saw the skeleton, his first feeling was a strange sense of piety. It was as if the skeleton was praying to the god he believed in, extremely pious.
"So, is there a possibility?"
Putting down the photo, Zhou Li looked directly into Gerost's dark gray eyes and said in a deep voice: "The Holy Son he mentioned is indeed a bad omen of death."
"But there is another saint."
After Zhou Li's guess came out, Gerost fell into silence for a long time. Obviously, he also felt a little agreement with Zhou Li's conjecture. Although Most was responsible for the bizarre invasion, the outbreak of the plague, and the birth of the ominous death plague, for some reason, Most's actions seemed more like being controlled by others, doing everything mechanically.
The most important thing is that Most was born at the same time as the death epidemic. It is impossible for him to possess the gospel from his mother's womb and control everything. This is neither scientific nor magical.
"Preserve the body and head, and let Royado take photos from several angles...forget it."
Thinking of something, Zhou Li quickly wrote down a number on the paper, handed it to Gerost and said to him: "You will contact this person later. He is a modeler of the Shadow Guild and can simulate a scene. details and save them."
"Okay, got it."
Knowing that this was a serious matter, Gerost didn't waste any extra words. He turned around and left the room, and began to contact the modeler and Roja. Zhou Li sat on the comfortable seat, looked at the closed door, and fell into deep thought.
It seems that everything went too smoothly.
Just like a game with a well-arranged process, everything happened so naturally.
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In the room with sky blue wallpaper, Eluma sat on a chair and flipped through the books in her hands. This is a storybook about the secrets of Jordan, filled with all kinds of weird stories, and of course, girls’ favorite love stories.
After a while, the sound of turning the book was heard, and Eluma, who was about to read whether the princess was stabbed to death by a frog, was suddenly stunned. Because the next page she turned was not a story, but a blank page.
While Eluma was stunned, someone seemed to draw a flame on the white paper, and the flame slowly condensed into words. Soon, three characters painted like gold paint appeared in front of Eluma.
Gospel.
"Gospel?"
When these three words appeared in front of Eluma's eyes, she felt an inexplicable throbbing. Somehow, Eluma, who had never come into contact with weird objects, slowly stretched out her hand and turned the next page.
"Chapter 81: The girl with only half a soul."
After reading the title, Eluma's clear eyes gradually became covered with a layer of light black. Then she began to read the twisted text.
