"Poverty saved me?" Joey repeated Benny's words.
He nodded thoughtfully and sighed silently: Maybe! It would be great if there was internet! There are too few channels for obtaining information in this world!
He once again felt the limitations of knowledge and began to miss the world with the Internet.
"Where there is light, there is darkness." Benny Hoyland's face looked extremely serious at this moment.
Joey had no idea what was happening to him and couldn't understand what Benny was doing.
All he can do is express his own opinion: "Director, I am just an insignificant person. I don't have any lofty ambitions. I just want to guard my small family and live a stable life."
He is still very self-aware and knows his identity very well.
The matter that Benny Hoyland was involved in was so big that if you were not careful, the entire Port of Leah would be involved.
"Can you give my sister back?"
The two looked at each other and were silent for a while before Benny nodded slowly and said: "Yes, but not now." He solemnly squeezed out a sentence through his teeth: "Next, you need to help me find the lost things. Come back and find those people”
Joey thought for a while and mentally calculated the pros and cons of agreeing to this matter.
Poseidon's heart is in Anne's hand, and for the time being it is certain that it is Poseidon's heart. After all, there is no way to verify what the summoned thing is.
It is known that Benny Hoyland's purpose is to find the Saint.
The Saint is the key to whether Poseidon can be revived.
Compared with Annie's side, this point has a clear purpose. What Joey has to do now is to find a way to figure out Annie's true purpose.
So he decided to agree to Benny Hoyland's request first.
"Okay, I promise you"
Reaching cooperation, the two shook hands.
Benny asked: "Tell me your opinion and analyze with your mind, what is the real purpose of that group of people?"
"I may have guessed something." As he spoke, he frowned slightly and shook his head: "It's hard to say now, I need to check the information."
"Archives room?" Benny thought for a moment and seemed to have guessed Joey's purpose.
"That's right," he nodded: "Actually, the purpose of finding them is very simple. The three bombing attacks were all pillar companies in Lia Port ten years ago."
"There should be records in the files in the Public Security Bureau's archives, and maybe we can find some clues in them."
They did whatever came to mind and the two of them returned to the Sheriff's Department together.
The imagination is beautiful, but the reality is very skinny.
Archives.
Benny pounded the table angrily. All the information was complete, except for the part they wanted to check.
Joey asked thoughtfully: "Who else besides you has access to these files?"
"You mean someone deliberately erased it?"
"Yes, it shouldn't be difficult to find this person!"
Joey originally just suspected that he might have discovered some secret things ten years ago, and he just casually said that he wanted to check the files. Now it seems that there must be a big problem.
As long as we find the person who was in charge of the archives at that time, we may be able to solve the mystery.
Who knew that Benny shook his head solemnly and said: "Ten years ago, the power of the Mechanical Church and the Church of Light penetrated Leah at the same time. The original group of people from the Public Security Department have long been replaced."
Joey's originally calm expression suddenly turned dark.
All this time, he seemed to have forgotten one thing.
No. 3 Livit Street, the old church on the original site was not built by the Guangming Church.
Once upon a time, there was only one belief in this sea - the mother goddess Hydra.
This is also the reason why the residents of Port Lia reject the Church of Light.
Ten years is not enough time to erase the memory of a generation.
At this point in the investigation, the situation reached a deadlock. Looking at the sky, Joey said goodbye to Benny.
When I got home, it was completely dark.
Joey was leaning on the sofa. The whole room was dark. He began to sort out everything he had experienced during this time and connect all the details together.
"Folderman's Formula, Mermaid Forest, Saint, Curse of Dreamland"
Everything he experienced after leaving Senegal slowly unfolded in his mind like a scroll.
The original owner, before being involved in the occult party, had no outstanding life path.
His death was coincidental, as if to welcome the emergence of a new soul.
Thinking of this, Joey suddenly sat up from the sofa. In the darkness, a pair of eyes glowed with cold light.
"Why is it such a coincidence?"
Joey looked down at his hands, as if this body was specially prepared for him.
"That door!" he thought of the abyssal door that left Senegal.
I didn't think deeply about it before, but now that I look back and think about it, everything is strange.
At that time, Vader Wesker had clearly purified the corrupted aura from his body. Logically speaking, it should be his original body that entered the new world.
The current result is that the body in Senagal was annihilated when passing through the gate of the abyss, and his spirituality reoccupied the new body.
Suddenly, there was a sharp pain in his mind, which seemed to stop him from thinking about the Gate of the Abyss.
His body was trembling in the darkness, and his brain felt like a steel needle was pricking him. He gritted his teeth and roared word by word: "Nurmaimaiti~"
He finally figured out what the problem was, that some of his memories had been forgotten.
Stumbling back to the room, he pushed open the wardrobe and took out a rag doll inside.
That was something Maimaiti left behind under the old church.
He firmly embedded the doll's head, and the extreme pain made him look ferocious: "I know you can hear me, come out."
The body of the rag doll, which was originally like a dead thing, made a strange sound of "click, click, click".
The crooked head stood up, broke away from Joey's hand, and jumped to the window sill like a living person.
The streetlight on the street corner outside the window cast a faint light on her face.
The rag doll slowly opened her mouth: "Good evening!" She waved and said hello with a smile.
Oddly enough, from the moment the rag doll came to life, the tingling sensation that tormented Joey disappeared without a trace.
He wiped the sweat from his forehead, his face was as dark as water, and he looked directly at the doll with cold eyes.
"Who are you?"
The rag doll sat on the window sill, its two little feet swaying slightly, pouting, and angrily complaining: "Humph, men really like big breasts and big butts."
She is not the same person from Senegal. Joey immediately identified the rag doll.
But there was one thing he couldn't figure out: what was the relationship between the two Nurmaimaiti.
Rag dolls are like smaller versions of Maimaiti.
She put her hands on her hips and raised her neck with an arrogant look on her face: "I'm angry."
That look seemed to say, please comfort me, or I will cry to you.
Although I hate to admit it, the smaller version of Maimaiti is indeed very cute.
Joey couldn't help but stretched out his hand and pinched her face.
"Tell me, did you do anything to me?"
Maimaiti slapped Joey's hand away angrily: "Go away, go away!" She wiped her face with her hands in disgust.
"It has nothing to do with me. She did it. You go find her."
really! Joey touched his chin thoughtfully. It was just a guess at first, but Ragdoll's words undoubtedly confirmed this.
He pondered for a while and asked a question that had troubled him for a long time:
"You are Nurmaimaiti, and she is also Nurmaimaiti. What is your relationship?"
The rag doll tilted its head, its big watery eyes blinked, and said with a smile:
"She is me, I am her!"
Joey's mind became even more confused.
"What a fool" Ragdoll cast a contemptuous look at Joey: "Do you know what the Sequence 6 of Troublemaker is?"
Joey shook his head blankly.
This sequence is different from other sequences in that it has a certain degree of chaos, making it easy for people to forget.
"Time traces people back. I am her in the past and she is me in the future."
"Retroactive" Joey thought about this word and looked at the rag doll on the window sill with burning eyes.
At the same time, I was secretly shocked: Is this the ability to trace people?
He thought of a passage in the general history of Senegal, about the most beloved daughter of the ancient sun god, Nurmaimaiti Plato.
She exists in the past, present, and future.
In other words, she went to the starry sky with the Gate of the Abyss in the future, and the one she left behind now is her past.
Thinking of this, Joey shuddered suddenly.
He stared straight at the doll without blinking: "Can such a person be killed?"
When such a person tries to tamper with him, what can he do to resist?
"Hey" the doll jumped on Joey's shoulder and pinched his cheek with his little hands: "Are you stupid?"
Joey suddenly came back to his senses, rolled his eyes, put on a flattering expression on his face, and said with a smile: "Can you see what she did to me?"
The villain shook his head: "I don't know."
Her big watery eyes blinked: "She is much higher than me. Now I don't have that kind of power."
"She left an aura of chaos on you"
"confusion?"
"Yes" Ragdoll clapped his hands: "The troublemaker's sequence 2 is called the Chaos Messenger"
"What is the ability?" Joey asked.
The doll put its hands on its hips, stretched out its foot and stamped Joey's shoulder in dissatisfaction, and snorted: "How do I know? She is just a baby now, don't ask me such complicated questions."
"Humph, it's not fun. I thought you asked me here for something fun. It's boring." After saying that, the doll jumped to the window sill and waved to her: "Goodbye."
Before Joey could even get a word in, he saw the ragdoll transform back into something dead.
I pinched its face, but there was no reaction.
Putting the doll back in the cabinet, looking at the bright moonlight outside the window, he smiled helplessly and muttered to himself: "Troublemaker, you are really unpredictable."
I originally thought that Maimaiti could get rid of her by going to the starry sky, but looking back now, it seems that he has never escaped.
At the same time, there was another point that he couldn't figure out why Nurmaimaiti, as an archangel, would work on him.
The feeling of being unable to control one's destiny is very uncomfortable, as if there is a pair of invisible hands playing with the pointer.
He could only accept it without any ability to resist.
"Hey" he let out a long sigh: "Let's take it one step at a time!"
To be honest, even if he knew that the other party had tampered with him, he couldn't do anything.
. . .
Meanwhile, Ghost Island.
A vast martial arts field.
Three girls are doing physical exercises.
The youngest girl among them held up a stone pillar that did not fit her body.
Beads of sweat fell from her forehead, but she continued to persevere.
The other two girls were counting her.
"49, 50~~"
"Come on Barbara!"
"Hold on, it's almost 60 seconds."
. . .
Barbara's little face turned red from holding it back, and finally she put the stone pier down when the time reached 60 seconds.
The stone pier fell to the ground with a loud 'bang' sound and sank half an inch into the soil. It can be inferred that its weight is not light.
"Huh!" Barbara took a long breath, and a confident smile appeared on the corner of her mouth.
"That's awesome! You've broken the record again." Adela eagerly touched the stone pier on the ground.
"Don't!" Barbara nervously stretched out her hand to stop Adela: "Don't mess around, your body has not fully recovered yet."
"That's right, why are you so strong? Are you afraid of being surpassed by us?" Jennifer teased with a smile.
Jennifer Rubio, Adela Graf, and Barbara established a close relationship during their time together.
Adela curled her lips in dissatisfaction: "I'm not afraid. When my body recovers, I'll beat up ten little ones like Barbara!"
Among the three, Adela is the tallest, nearly 1.9 meters tall. Barbara can only reach her chest. In comparison, it is not wrong to say that Barbara is quite small.
Because of the loss of their hearts, these experimental subjects got a short rest.
As long as the caretaker does not leave the designated area, he will not interfere with the girls' lives at all.
"Okay, okay, I know you're great." Jennifer acted as the peacemaker as always.
Barbara snorted coldly: "For Jennifer's sake, I'll let you go."
Tired from the exercise, the three of them walked to the shade of a tree to rest.
The sun was shining, the breeze was blowing, and a few birds flew overhead from time to time.
"Can we still go back?"
Jennifer turned to look at Adela who was speaking in astonishment and said, "This is very unlike you."
Barbara also answered: "Adela, what happened in the dream? After waking up this time, your whole person has changed."
The former Adela was courageous and experienced, like a soldier who had experienced hundreds of battles, able to face everything calmly.
After waking up from a coma, her self-confidence seemed to have been completely destroyed.
From an indomitable general, he became a timid soldier.
Adela leaned back slightly, leaning her back against the tree trunk, and vaguely changed the subject:
"Barbara, did you say your brother really came back to pick you up?"
This topic was obviously very serious, and the atmosphere at the scene suddenly fell into dead silence.
Barbara looked at the birds spreading their wings in the sky, her face as calm as water.
She felt very conflicted. She wanted her brother to save her, but she didn't want him to take risks.
Jennifer looked at the two of them, forced a smile on her face and comforted: "Don't think about those unhappy things, the most important thing now is to understand our current situation."
