Before he could respond, another group of white-robed monks arrived in front of him.
The leader spoke first:
"By order of the Holy Church, we will take over everything here, please help"
Norm's face was filled with astonishment. Seeing the two teams getting along so happily, he thought it was all a dream.
Pointing at the blue-robed men in disbelief, he asked, "They are members of the Mechanical Church."
Everyone looked at him suspiciously.
"They killed an entire formation of our investigators."
Noam angrily pointed at the collapsed ruins and dead civilians: "These are all because of them."
When he said this, the hatred in his eyes was not concealed at all.
A decree issued by the church was handed to him, followed by a dull voice:
"After the Supreme Court decision of the church, Machinery and Guangming have reached a strategic cooperation. From now on, the two congregations are not allowed to have private fights. Anyone who violates this will be expelled from the church."
Every word is like a pinprick, and every stroke of the words on the decree is like a sharp knife piercing the heart.
So many people died, most of the city was destroyed, and everyone was ready to go to the battlefield to participate in the war, but in the end, the two churches reconciled.
It's like a life-and-death game. You've passed through all the levels, and when you're about to save the world, you realize that the Demon King and your teammates are a family, and they're just joking.
Everyone is trying to gain experience, but you are the only one who stupidly takes it seriously.
Three days later, the top leaders of the two churches officially signed the document.
The Church of Machinery has since changed its name to the Church of Machinery and Knowledge. They have started teaching with advanced and new technologies. The Church of Light has also gained a lot of money from the cooperation. The land under his control is being constructed rapidly with the help of technology.
The two churches took this opportunity to become the top-ranked entities in the Church of the Seven Gods.
From beginning to end, no one remembers those who died. They are like a wisp of dust, disappearing in the wind.
Qiao Joey silently listened to Norm's story and asked suspiciously:
"Why did you come to Las Vegas?"
Seeing that Norm's expression was wrong, Xinxinran added: "It doesn't matter if you don't want to say it."
Bring the focus back to the body.
"You mean, he was scared to death because he saw something he shouldn't have seen?"
Norm nodded: "This way of death is exactly the same."
"Wrong~"
"If you were really scared to death, how do you explain hanging yourself?"
"And the most important thing is that at this height, the rope cannot be reached without a stool."
Norm thought for a few seconds and said:
"Could it be that some rituals controlled his mind?"
"I don't rule out this possibility." Joey glanced out the window as he spoke.
At this time, the sky had completely darkened, and the rain was still blowing non-stop.
"We'd better put things aside now and search carefully tomorrow. The darkness will not only block the sky, but also interfere with our judgment."
As he spoke, he glanced at Norm meaningfully: "I think you need to have a good rest now."
Norm hesitated for a moment, then nodded slightly.
Unconsciously, Joey has become the leader of this matter.
Running all the way had already exhausted the two of them mentally and physically, and the corpse also brought back some bad memories for Norm.
In this state, as long as there is a slight mistake, it is very likely that important clues will be missed.
The best solution is to wait for dawn.
The place where this hut was built was surrounded by nothing but mountains and trees. As long as the site was protected, there would be no problems.
"You choose first," Joey said, looking sideways at Norm.
There are many rooms on the second floor.
"I choose this room. It's close to the attic and can be easily dealt with if an accident occurs."
"That's okay~"
Saying that, Joey walked straight to the farthest room.
Thinking about Norm’s worried look.
I couldn't help complaining in my heart: If I were liked by a man.
Hiss~
Just thinking about it, I couldn't help but feel a chill in my heart.
Lying on the bed, Joey looked at the flickering gas light on the ceiling, thinking about Norm's past.
"If it were me, what would I choose?"
Like Nomu, his faith collapsed, he fled that place, and he still became the same person as them.
"Even if you become a demigod, you still cannot escape the shackles of the church."
He reached out to catch the faint light of the gas lamp.
"Perhaps only by becoming a god can you be qualified to control your own destiny."
At this moment, many faces appeared in my mind.
There is Captain Vader, there is Dad Tony, there are many, many people.
For love, for light, for going home.
They all seem to have their own pursuits and aspirations.
He was the only one who, from beginning to end, just wanted to be a lazy and independent person.
Fate likes to play tricks and will always push you towards the path you don’t want to go.
If Tony had not died, he would have lived a peaceful life in Senegal, even if it was dark and there was no sun.
If Barbara had not disappeared, he would have found a job with a good salary, and the three siblings would have lived a stable life.
The light of the gas lamp was there, right in front of him, but he couldn't grasp it.
Just like before, I couldn't save Tony, Katrin, Alyssa, and I couldn't save myself either.
Everything is related to him, but it seems to have nothing to do with him.
"Sequence 7, what could it be?" The abundant spirituality in his body showed that he had completely digested the Sequence 8 potion.
The wall clock on the wall was ticking, and he didn't feel sleepy at all.
Tonight, he did not enter the dreamland. After experiencing it several times, Joey has been able to perfectly control his spirit body.
From passive dreaming to active dreaming, as long as he doesn't want to, the force cannot pull him into dreaming.
Everything that happened in this house was weird, and there might be some unknown horrors, and he didn't want to add fuel to the fire.
It would be unworthy if his own problems triggered the weirdness in this house and cost him his life due to negligence.
Thinking of the weirdness on my body.
One man who inevitably comes to Joey's mind is Ruger Giles.
The first time I entered the dreamland was because of his call.
Suddenly, he noticed that the light of the gas lamp turned red.
Joey sat up suddenly and looked up. There was a person standing beside the bed, it was Ruger Giles. He was looking at himself with scarlet eyes, and bright red blood flowed out of his eyes, ears, mouth, and nose.
Joey was shocked and frightened out of his mind. He wanted to scream, but found that his throat was blocked by something, and the suffocation quickly hit his brain.
At this time, he opened his eyes.
The room was empty, there was nothing there, and the gas light wasn't red.
This is just a dream.
"Huh~" He took a long breath, thinking, he really scared himself.
Looking at the clock on the wall showing the time at 1 am, I couldn't help but frown.
Suddenly, Joey's expression changed suddenly, and he thought of something, something he had neglected before.
Even though he was prepared, he was pulled into a dream. From a side perspective, it confirmed something.
Luger's summons and what happened here are likely to have something in common.
He sat there all night until the sun shone through the window the next day, then hurriedly went out to wash up and knocked on Norm's door.
Contrary to Joey, Norm slept very well at night. When he opened the door and saw Joey with two dark circles under his eyes, he asked in surprise:
"You didn't sleep last night?"
"You have a big heart, you can even sleep here, come with me, we may have overlooked something last night," Joey urged.
Five minutes later, the two returned to the attic room.
The body was lying exactly where it was last night, and nothing inside had changed.
Norm looked at Joey in confusion. He didn't understand what Joey meant by negligence. Thinking about problems had never been his specialty.
"You haven't noticed that starting from that picture album, everything we do next seems to have been planned," Joey said with a serious expression.
"When you say that, it's true!" Norm thought for a moment and nodded affirmatively.
"If I hadn't found that picture album, I wouldn't have gone to the bookstore, wouldn't have traced it here, and his death wouldn't have been discovered."
"Someone wants us to come here," Norm interrupted, "Is it Freya?"
"No" Joey shook his head with a wry smile and looked directly at Norm: "Do you think the teacher will be such a careful person?"
"That's right." Norm thought of the woman who would even forget to eat while doing experiments.
"Someone knows the reason why Teacher Freya disappeared, but due to some reasons, the information can only be conveyed in this way."
Norm seemed to have thought of something, and his expression changed: "That clerk..."
"He is the only person who can contact the bookstore owner and Freya-sensei at the same time."
"What do we do now?" Norm asked.
He didn't realize it himself, but unknowingly, Joey had become the leader in the relationship between the two. When encountering something, the first thing he thought of was to ask the other person's opinion.
"If you were put into that person's perspective, what would you do now?"
"Run away" Norm blurted out.
Joey snapped his fingers, "That's right, go back and find someone now, the day lily is already cold."
"Assuming that his purpose is to attract the attention of the Holy Church, after all, it is related to the evil god. Once discovered, it will be listed as an optimal execution event."
"He knows the reason for Teacher Freya's disappearance, but the clues we have now are not enough to support the use of a large amount of the temple's power."
Even Nomu, as a disciplinary priest, has no control over the matter.
The best proof is what happened on Levitt Street. The only people actually controlling the situation there were the police from the Public Security Department.
Only by obtaining conclusive evidence can it be possible to attract the attention of the church.
It was at this time that the body appeared.
No matter from which aspect, it is impossible for people to die normally.
The height of the beam rope was beyond the reach of the bookstore owner himself, excluding homicide.
The circumstances of his death and the location of the house prove that the bookstore owner died abnormally.
"The person hiding behind the scenes has an unusually deep mind." After listening to the analysis, he also realized that something was unusual.
"So, now we need to do one thing." Joey looked out the window with burning eyes. The gloomy sky last night was now clear.
"Didn't he want to attract the attention of the church, but he didn't get what he wanted?"
"What to do, it's up to you." Norm couldn't even think about it.
Joey held his chin and pursed his lips and said:
"You're like this..."
Near noon, Joey returned home and felt very uncomfortable looking at the empty house.
“I don’t know how Barbara is doing now.”
The growling of his stomach brought him back to his thoughts.
When I went out, I showed up on Livit Street and found a restaurant to eat.
Meanwhile, the Sheriff's Department released a message.
'No. 9 Livit Street, the bookstore owner is missing. Anyone who provides clues will be rewarded with XXX money'
As dusk approached, Norm and Joey met again.
This time they did not take the Sheriff's Department carriage, but an ordinary bus with 24 seats. They were no different from ordinary people.
They got off at a station close to the bookstore owner's house. It was still some distance from their destination, so the two chose to walk.
To outsiders, they are hunters who go up the mountain to hunt.
Not to mention, I usually stare at the steel and concrete, but occasionally look at the scenery in the fields, which still has a unique flavor.
"You walk faster, don't let people show up by then, we haven't arrived yet" Norm urged.
Joey walked slowly and leisurely with his hands behind his back, paying no attention to the mud on his leather boots.
"Why are you so anxious? Have you ever seen that thief stealing things during the day?"
"I've seen it before, just on the bus."
"People like you are called gangsters in our area," Joey said speechlessly.
"Gang Jing? Why didn't I know that Lia Port had such a name? What does it mean? Is it a type of elven clan?" He shook his head solemnly as he spoke: "No, you have even left Lia Port. It is impossible to know the elves”
"Okay, okay, you are the only one who is knowledgeable, right? I'm too lazy to tell you."
"No!" Norm paused, his face full of curiosity: "Tell me, what is a leverage?"
At dusk, fields, mountains, rivers, trees, and fragrant flowers and plants, these beautiful scenery suddenly disappeared. The originally good mood was now in a panic.
I used to think that Norm was a cold and cold disciplinary priest, but now it's better. After getting along with him, he is a talkative one.
When the sky was getting dark, the two finally returned to the house last night, but they did not go in, but hid in a tree near the ground.
The lush foliage can hide them just fine.
The bookstore owner's house is a single-family compound building with a yard. The rain has wiped away all traces of last night.
This also saved the two of them a lot of effort, as they only needed to hide the body.
Time passed slowly, darkness gradually enveloped the sky, and the wind felt a little cold on my body.
Joey straightened his windbreaker, shrank his neck, turned around and saw Norm, who was wearing a thin shirt, complaining: "Aren't you cold?"
"I don't feel it. Are you cold?" Norm squinted his eyes, looking drowsy.
"You are not talking nonsense, who thinks you are a transcendent?"
He looked at Norm with undisguised envy.
"Extraordinary people, in fact, are just a group of poor people." Norm said this abruptly.
Joey clearly caught the hint of desolation in his words.
As someone who has seen Sequence 2 Angel.
That kind of power that destroys heaven and earth is what people yearn for.
He couldn't understand the meaning of Norm's words.
The higher the sequence, the stronger the strength, isn’t it good?
"Stop talking, someone is coming."
Norm's eyes flickered and he looked in one direction.
