Joey felt like he was watching a stage play, with an immersive sense of déjà vu.
"Should I stop him, or should I stop him? Why do I feel like the captain is not acting?"
The expressive facial expressions make it difficult not to doubt whether this is a theatrical performance.
However, Joey did not forget that he was still in danger, so he deliberately made noise in an attempt to attract Captain Vader's attention.
I tried several times in a row, but the other party was indifferent and seemed to be very focused on the performance.
He didn't understand that based on the adaptability Vader Wesker had shown in the past, it shouldn't be so unbearable.
When the two first entered the castle, it was hard to compare the calmness and composure they displayed with the current Vader.
"What part went wrong?" Joey thought distressedly.
Moreover, according to the original plan, Vader, who was in the inner house, had the easiest access to the basement. He should not have appeared here.
"Captain!" Without any time to think, Joey decided to take a risk. The consequences of doing so would probably attract the attention of 0-013, but he had no choice. The sky was getting dark, and after dark, it would be more difficult to move. .
Wade Wesker didn't react at all. Instead, the woman screamed and ran away in panic, leaving only a beautiful figure behind.
"What's going on?" Joey approached curiously and looked at Wade with an indifferent expression.
Wade Wesker looked at the back with a complicated expression, and sighed helplessly, his face full of reluctance and a hint of sadness that was hard to capture.
"Captain, have you not been spiritually assimilated?"
Wade did not face his question directly, but instead spoke seriously:
"Okay, Joey, it's time for us to complete the next task."
Captain, anyone who talks half-heartedly will be cursed by the thunder.
Although he really wanted to know about that woman, he still suppressed his curiosity and followed Wade slowly forward.
The whole castle seemed to fall into a chilling silence, as if the pause button had been pressed with the woman's scream.
The housekeeper, servant, and gardener were all gone, and there were only two footsteps in the huge castle.
Da da da! Every step of the footsteps, the sound is infinitely amplified, following the beating of the heart.
When passing by a window, from the reflection, I suddenly noticed that the expression on Wade's face, who was walking in front, gradually became rigid. This change was very similar to the maids he had seen before.
He pushed Vader hard, and the sluggish Vader finally regained his expression.
Wade shook his head, looked at Joey with a slightly solemn expression and said:
"0-013's ability is stronger. Someone must be unsealing it."
Joey pretended to be nonchalant and asked:
"Why don't I feel it?"
Wade pondered for a moment and thought for a while: "Maybe it's because the Lucky Master's spiritual consciousness is stronger than other sequences, or it may be because your sequence is too low."
"Captain, it's hurtful to say that." Joey said he didn't agree with this view.
"Well, you are already much better than most Sequence Eight Transcendents."
Perhaps because of the proximity to the castle, Vader's body began to feel a little uncoordinated, and he was more inclined to resemble a robotic puppet with stiff limbs.
"Captain, why do you think the disciples are eyeing this sealed artifact?"
Along the way, Joey would ask some questions from time to time, trying to reduce the impact of 0-013. Although it had no effect on him, these were all to deal with Vader Wesker.
If he were to discover that a Sequence 7 Sealed Artifact of his could not resist, but a Sequence 9 Sealed Artifact was intact, everyone would doubt its identity.
Although Wade was irritated by the constant questioning, he still answered carefully, which also helped him stay awake at all times.
Some of Joey's questions can even be called nonsense, but he will also insert some information that he really wants to find out.
For example:
"Captain, logically speaking, as an earl and with a certain status, you can apply for help from the Empire's extraordinary people. Why would you mobilize a small Public Security Bureau?"
Vader Wesker's expression became solemn, and it was obvious that he seemed to be hesitating and struggling.
"There is an undercurrent surging in the royal family. The rebellion of the second prince Charles has caused all parties to wait and see each other, because no one knows who will win the final victory. Both sides are trying to win over people's hearts. In order to protect themselves, many people choose to fight on both sides. not in contact"
"Earl Allen is my friend"
. . . .
A kerosene lamp flickered in the flames. With the faint light, it was barely possible to see that this place looked like a study room, with many books displayed in it.
There was a notebook on the desk. He opened it suddenly and a line of words gradually appeared on the blank paper.
'Earl Allen, because his affair was discovered by the groom, sent a killer to clean up, with the additional condition that Wade Wesker cannot be hurt'
As for Joey, the two of them have already entered the castle.
The closer he got, the inspiration from the Lucky Master kept warning of danger, and he could only balance his mood by breathing.
"My name is Joey, I am a trainee police officer at the Public Security Department of the West 9th District of Senegal"
"I'm Joey, I live in..."
"My landlady is Naomi Jeff, she is a mature woman who lost her husband"
. . .
"Joy, you don't have to say it out loud, just meditate."
"Captain, don't you think this would be a better distraction?"
"I don't think so"
Vader Wesker walked forward cautiously, holding a gas lamp in his hand.
"Captain, you are boring like this. Beautiful ladies won't like it."
Along the way, things went so smoothly that Joey had to suspect that a bigger storm might be brewing secretly.
He had seen the cruelty of his disciples, and it was really unlucky for Earl Allen to be targeted by them.
Wade suddenly stopped and Joey almost fell into it.
"Joy, wait for me here. If I don't come back in time, run away." He turned around and warned solemnly.
The weak light of the gas lamp reflected his deep eyes, and the meaning revealed in it must be carried out.
George nodded slightly, took out a coin from his pocket, threw it into the air, let it fall freely, and then caught it with his palm: "Today's luck, guess whether it's heads or sides."
Wade stopped Joey from opening his hand, did not speak, but shook his head slightly, turned around and stepped into the entrance to the basement.
It wasn't until Vader Wesker's figure melted into the darkness that he spread his hands and said 'reverse'.
This represented danger. He closed his eyes and tried several more times, but it was still the opposite.
"Should I go?"
There are two ways in front of him now, escape, or wait.
Toss the silver coin again, this time for yourself.
"I will be lucky today"
'reverse'
Try again!
'reverse'
He usually rarely throws a second time. Today was an accident. Both of them got the revelation of disaster.
Swish!
There was a burst of chaotic footsteps in his ears. Joey's heart tightened and he smiled bitterly: "You are really unlucky!"
As soon as he finished speaking, a blade emitting cold light gradually expanded in his sight, and the target was his head.
The sword was extremely fast, and it was in front of him in an instant. Even before the attack appeared, Joey had already sensed the crisis through inspiration, but it was still a few seconds too late.
The blade barely scraped across his scalp, taking away a lot of hair. Joey, who originally had jet-black hair, endured a Mediterranean experience that he should not have endured at his age.
When the second knife struck, he realized it later and staggered and rolled backwards.
"His grandma's curly baboon"
Even if you have inspiration and spiritual consciousness, you can't avoid it. Is it because of 0-013's spiritual assimilation?
I felt that my body was stiff for a moment just now, and it was because of this that my hair was cut off.
Only then did he have a chance to look at the enemy who attacked him.
The whole body is covered by a black cloak. This outfit makes it obvious that he is a disciple of the Necronomicon Cult.
No extraordinary aura was sensed, so they should be just ordinary people. There were still a few vague murderous auras in the dark, and the number of people should be around six or seven.
Such peripheral disciples are usually invisible to the eye, and their boxing and kicking skills are useless in front of the extraordinary. The extraordinary's special inspiration and physical enhancement have long distanced themselves from ordinary people.
But now, due to the interference of 0-013, the current situation is very dangerous.
The current enemy is no longer the disciples of the undead, but 0-013 who will interfere with the spiritual will at some point.
When the strength is equal, the outcome of life and death is often decided in an instant. It is difficult for Joey to be distracted when he is already in a state of consciousness that is multitasking.
"We have no choice but to run away!"
There was no time to regret the shaved hair, so he turned around and ran away. Instead of going to the basement, he ran in the opposite direction.
It wasn't that he didn't want to meet Vader, but he found that when he was walking towards the basement, his inspiration was giving a crazy warning, which meant that there was more danger there than outside.
Due to the interference of spiritual assimilation, Joey soon had many small wounds on his body. If these wounds were just a little off, his life would be in danger. If it weren't for his super inspiration, he might have died long ago.
In the dark castle, there was a chase, and countless furniture, tables and chairs were overturned.
"Um!"
A strong wind hit the back, and the brain clearly gave the order to avoid, but the body was half a minute slower. The result was a horrific wound on the lower back, and the blood instantly dyed the clothes red.
"six people!"
Through constant dealings, we finally found out the specific number of enemies.
He took out his revolver without hesitation. He didn't dare to take out his gun before because he didn't know the number of enemies. The gun must be used at the most critical moment.
Six people, as long as his shooting skills are accurate enough, he can solve the current crisis.
However, at this moment, a loud and majestic voice suddenly sounded in his ears.
'No firearms allowed here'
As he said these words, Joey was surprised to find that the gun in his hand was jammed. There were bullets in it, but he couldn't fire.
. . . .
It's that study room again, a new page is opened in the notebook, and new words gradually emerge:
'The groom seems to have a special smell, it's really intoxicating'
'It seems like he shouldn't have been allowed to die'
As this passage emerged, the notebook turned back to the first page. The original text on it disappeared, and a brand new text appeared:
The groom had always been secretly in love with the earl, and when he saw the earl having a tryst with his lover, he felt resentful and joined forces with outsiders to steal the "Book of Ebola".
After this sentence fell.
At the same time, Joey found that the uncomfortable murderous aura disappeared instantly.
The enemies who had been chasing him came out of the darkness one after another, and one of them even took out a bottle of medicine from his arms and threw it to Joey.
His eyes were full of surprise. Joey knew this, a healing medicine unique to the Church of the Sun.
"What do you mean? Beat me up and then give me some healing medicine? Do you want to beat me now or not?"
He took two tentative steps back, but the person opposite showed no signs of taking action.
Huh...he secretly breathed a sigh of relief.
Although he doesn't know what happened, fortunately the result is good. If the situation continues as before, he will be in danger.
"So now, what role has been assigned to me?"
The sudden change can only be attributed to 0-013's directorial ability.
"What's going on now?"
Since the other party did not take action, it means that the roles have been reversed and the two parties are no longer enemies.
Among them, the black-robed disciple who had just fought with Joey sounded a cold voice.
"Things are going very smoothly. We have found the location of the 'Book of Ebola', but only Count Allen knows how to enter that place."
"The Book of Ebola? It should be Sealed Artifact 0-013! Does this mean that I have become one of them?"
This feeling is very strange. One second, you are fighting to death, and the next second, you are in a gang?
"Who is responsible for this operation?"
If he was facing a normal person, he would not dare to ask such a question, but in this situation, it was just right to get information.
Under the influence of 0-013, they will not doubt their identity.
"Priest Wayne is in charge of this operation"
When he heard the name, it took Joey a few seconds to react, and he even couldn't believe it.
"Night Messenger, Wayne?" He asked again uncertainly.
The man in black robe opposite glanced at Joey in surprise, and then said:
"Priest Wayne is a living dead from Sequence 6, not a messenger of the night."
How long had it been before Wayne changed from Sequence 8 to Sequence 6? He even wondered if they had the same name.
Sequence 6 is already considered a mid-sequence, and the road to revenge is far away.
The deep sense of decadence was difficult for Joey to accept.
"Is it possible that promotions in the Evil God Path are so fast?"
For a moment, he even wanted to believe in the evil god.
Rather than fighting for an uncertain Lucky Master path, perhaps the Defiler path of the Necromancer Cult would be a better choice.
At the moment when this idea appeared, the body of 'Cang Long' in the Round Table Hall was on the verge of collapse, and cracks appeared in his spiritual body.
The crazy murmurs that were originally isolated actually seeped in, and then the entire hall began to shake, and gray mist rolled and spewed out.
If this situation is not resolved as soon as possible, the entire Round Table Hall will collapse.
Without any time to think, Joey turned all his consciousness into the main hall.
At the moment when consciousness was transferred, the expression on the body outside became dull and dull.
. . .
The notebook in the study room was flipped through, and a line of words suddenly appeared.
'Where are the people? '
