"Not interested? Well, the Ministry of the interior, the watcher Committee, the witch emergency department..."
Cole interrupted his voice and said coldly, "what''s the devil hunting regiment going to do with Theseus?"
Baruch sealed the wine bottle on the table and put it on the shelf. "The trial court is still in the process of obtaining evidence in the case of nicius.
You don''t have to worry. The media all over the country are staring at this matter. Her Majesty the queen and the prime minister made it clear that they asked the trial court to investigate and deal with it strictly. He can''t run away. "
Be silent for a moment.
Cole crushed the cigarette butt into the ashtray, got up, folded the reward order, stuffed it into his pocket and said, "chief of the comprehensive department, go find someone else."
"Really don''t think about it?"
Bang!
His answer was a heavy closing door.
In the corridor, look down. Time: 5:53 p.m.
Take out the Secret House pass that has been put in the real dream equipment library, and Cole goes downstairs to the sequence secret house.
The gatekeeper is still the crazy old drunkard.
Crazy dog Nicky Carville.
Beyond the layers of security, enter the suspended room where the sequence stone is stored.
According to the reward introduction of the camp event, he must be able to obtain a trial secret skill this time, which can just make up for his weakness in dealing with witches.
Put your hand on the stone column composed of obsidian and the power symbol of the carved sequence on the surface.
The cold hand feels like grasping the iron railing in the cold wind of winter.
Suddenly.
There was a stabbing pain in the palm of the hand, and a thick and thin blood flow of hair flowed to the sculpture of the death messenger who symbolized the trial, one holding a Libra, the other holding a short knife, and the helmet covered his eyes.
The dark smoke formed by the force of sequence wrapped Cole''s body.
Keep rolling inward and shrinking.
A moment later.
A soft, irresistible force pushed him out of the sequence secret.
In the soul, the unprecedented heavy feeling is like carrying the evil yoke of eternal punishment.
Cole stood where he was, one hand pressed on the wall, fine sweat droplets covered his forehead, breathing heavily, and his chest fluctuated violently.
The swelling and pain even gave him the illusion that his soul could not bear and almost burst.
In a minute.
The side effects of receiving sequence esoteric surgery slowly subsided.
Take a deep breath.
Needless to say, unknown mysterious words appear in his memory and consciousness, but he can clearly understand the meaning.
The arcane art of judgment: the incarnation of death.
"You have acquired a new sequence secret."
"You got a special prop: a mourning candlestick."
''judgment - incarnation of death: activating the secret requires using an arbitrary sinner soul to light a mourning candle.
After the witch enters the candle lit area, the body of the reincarnation soul box will face forced stripping.
During the burning duration of the mourning Candlestick, kill the body of the reincarnation soul box, and the witch will die completely.
Darkness and death come to the earth. The place illuminated by the candle light is the country of the dead. This secret skill can directly cause the execution and death effect on level 1 evil spirits. "
[mourning Candlestick: it is a death magic instrument for storing the soul of a sinner. The maximum storage quantity per time: 3. The stronger the soul of a sinner is, the longer the candlestick burns.
Close to the dead, the candlestick will automatically collect the sinner''s soul, and automatically stop collecting after the maximum storage quantity.]
After reading the instructions of sequence secret.
Cole took out his cigarette case, put it back in his pocket and walked out.
I was about to reach the exit.
The mad dog Nicky suddenly stopped on the road, grabbed his shoulder with one hand and said drunk, "little guy, wait..."
Talking room.
Twitch your nose and sniff something in the air.
His tone was very hasty, impatient or extremely impatient.
"Trial sequence, that''s right! This smell is the taste of trial sequence. Which department are you a demon hunter?"
"Integrated investigation section."
"Comprehensive department? It''s all right. Get out."
Push Cole.
Holding the rum bottle and drinking it, he limped to the distance.
Cole walked out of the sequence vault.
Frown and bow your head.
Click.
The sound of the lighter echoed in the open corridor and walked away.
Call AVA to pick him up.
Outside the gate of the demon hunting regiment, it was completely dark. A woman in a brown coat was sitting on the edge of the road crying in a low voice.
I can''t see my face clearly, but my body shape is a little familiar.
Let AVA wait for him first.
Cole walked over with his hands in his coat pocket.
The woman looked up at the man standing in front of her, quickly wiped away her tears, got up, reluctantly smiled and said, "next... Good afternoon, Mr. Cole."
"May I know your name?"
"Marian rob."
Frown and stand where you are.
Cole was silent for a moment and took out a stack of banknotes, about three hundred pounds.
He handed it to her and said, "hardy will be fine. You can use the money. If it''s not enough, call me anytime."
Marian, Hardy''s girlfriend and nurse, hurriedly refused, "I can''t take the money. Hardy''s treatment is in the charge of the demon hunting group. I just... Just..."
"For his family, Miss Marianne."
The nurse hesitated.
"Thank you."
"It''s cold. I''ll take you back."
In the car.
Cole frowned and looked out of the window.
The black snake brigade was established less than half a month ago.
Except grace Siegel of the logistics department, there are only three team members. Two of them are in a coma. They don''t know whether they are alive or dead. Carl is almost disabled. After leaving, his future is uncertain.
However, this is the reality of all first-line action teams.
Face darkness and evil.
Human life is as fragile as paper, but as tenacious as the burning fire of hope.
...
At night.
Cole opened the door of apartment 1614, Burton building.
The light in the room is on.
See him back.
Amelia, a female journalist who was nodding at the table on her chin, got up quickly. It seemed that she was caught by the owner of the house. She was not embarrassed at all. She smiled and said confidently, "good evening, Mr. Cole. You arrived an hour later than I expected."
The ghost maid helped him hang his coat on the hanger at the door.
Cole said, "Miss Amelia, you don''t seem to have made an appointment with me."
"Appointment?"
The female reporter smiled professionally.
"I know people like you very well. If you want to get a first-hand exclusive interview, how can you do if you don''t stay here?"
While talking, he picked up the tape recorder and paper and pen prepared on the table and said with a smile, "it won''t take you too long."
Originally, Cole planned to choose a witch type film.
Be familiar with the application of trial secrets.
Sit in a chair.
"You have an hour."
Then.
Two people ask and answer.
Or perfunctory, or teasing.
Put off all the sharp questions of female journalists.
Watching helplessly, Amelia turned off the recorder and said, "I know it will be disgusting to explore personal privacy, but this is the professional code of a reporter.
I hope you understand, Mr. Cole. "
"Of course I understand."
The female reporter began to pack her things, put on her coat, picked up her satchel and prepared to leave.
This time.
Cole stopped at the door, leaned against the wall and said, "are you married?"
"Of course not! Uh, Mr. Cole..."
The female reporter looked alert and took a step back.
Get out of the way, Cole smiled and said, "next time, remember not to sneak into a single man''s house alone, Miss reporter."