Under the Saint Selina Church, the guard outside the Chanis Gate~щww~~lā
Leonard Mitchell leaned back in his chair, raised his legs and placed them on the edge of the table, his eyes empty and unfocused.
Even after being treated with ritual magic, his complexion was still very bad, as if a serious illness had just been alleviated but had not yet started to improve.
At this moment, the strong men sent by the Holy Temple were rearranging the seal behind the Chanis Gate. Because of the loss of Saint Selina's ashes, their opinions conflicted. Some hoped to use new holy objects to make up for the lack of power, while others thought it was unnecessary to go through so much trouble. After all, for the entire Church of the Goddess of Night, holy objects were very rare and precious. The idea they proposed was to lower the positioning of the Night Squad in Tingen, and transfer the objects with living characteristics or difficult to seal to the headquarters Tranquility Church or Backlund Parish, leaving only the parts that were easy to take care of.
They planned to send a telegram asking the Pope to call a meeting for a vote by the archbishops and senior deacons.
Leonard felt nothing about these arguments. He felt as if he had become a living corpse. He had no pain, no sadness, no excitement, no excitement. He was extremely numb and even unwilling to face other people. He just wanted to stay alone in the corner.
He occasionally had some doubts, that is, why the "murderer" only took away Klein's extraordinary characteristics and left Captain Dunn Smith's.
Tap, tap, tap, the sound of footsteps echoed in the corridor, and Xijia Teong, with his right arm wrapped in a white bandage, appeared at the door of the guard room.
When Dunn and others besieged Megose and tried to rescue Tingen City, she and the internal guards of Chanis Gate were also fighting against some seals. If the members of the "Manufactured Punisher" and "Machine Heart" had not arrived in time, and if the reinforcements sent by the Templar had not finally arrived, she would probably have lost her life miserably.
But even so, the old internal guard could not hold on to the end and died at his post.
"Leonard, I found that there is an undecoded telegram in the captain's office. It should have been sent from the temple before." Part-time writer Xijia Teong said.
Leonard's green eyes moved, and he finally came back to life. He vaguely remembered that he had heard the sound of a new telegram coming in, but the battle was imminent at the time, and neither he nor Klein had the energy to pay attention.
"What's the content?" Leonard found that his voice was unusually dry.
The lady with white hair and black eyes, Xijia Teong, answered without hesitation:
"Be careful, Ince Zangwill. Be careful of Sealed Artifact 0-08."
"Ince Zangwill, the defected archbishop, the 'gatekeeper' who failed to be promoted... Sealed Artifact '0-08', a feather pen that looks ordinary..." Leonard first muttered the memories he could dig out in a daze, and then tilted his ear.
He suddenly narrowed his eyes, and all the dejection and frustration disappeared.
"So that's how it is..." Leonard retracted his legs and stood up, with flames burning in his green eyes.
He looked at Xijia Teong and said:
"I plan to apply to join the Red Gloves."
"Red Gloves" is the nickname for the elite team within the Night Watch. Generally speaking, each Night Watch team is stationed locally and has its own jurisdiction. They cannot hunt criminals outside their jurisdiction without permission. However, some evil guys always move from one place to another after each shot, which causes a lot of inconvenience.
For this purpose, the Church of the Evernight Goddess specially established the "Red Gloves" within the Nighthawks. They are strictly selected elites and even possess some holy objects. Their mission is to reinforce the Nighthawks team that sent out the signal, and to track and capture the evildoers who are being watched without restriction.
In some circles, they are known as "trackers" and "hounds."
"'Red Gloves'? But their minimum requirement is Sequence 7... Moreover, the dangers faced by the 'Red Gloves' are many times greater than those faced by ordinary Nighthawks." Xijia.Tron said with confusion and concern.
Leonard put on a smile without any smile:
"I'm almost ready for promotion."
His eyes turned cold, and he gritted his teeth and muttered to himself silently:
I want revenge!
Ince Zangwill, you must stay alive until I become stronger!
"Okay..." Xijia seemed to have guessed Leonard's thoughts and sighed, "Half or even more of our team members will be new faces. Even for the Nighthawks, such a tragedy is rare..."
Leonard's eyes darkened, and he gritted his teeth and said:
"Have you dealt with the body?"
"Yeah." Xiga nodded barely perceptibly.
Leonard took a sudden step towards the door:
"I'll go inform their families."
I went to face the scene I least wanted to face.
I'm going to...
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At No. 2 Daffodil Street, Melissa sat on the single sofa, repeatedly studying the three tickets in her hand, studying the words on them, studying the printed date and seat number.
Benson sat beside her, looking at his focused sister with a smile, his body posture very relaxed.
Suddenly, they heard the doorbell ringing, ding-dong, ding-dong.
Melissa glanced at the maid Bella who was busy in the kitchen, picked up the three tickets, stood up with a little confusion, and ran to the door in small steps.
Her black hair was much more moisturized than before, her face was no longer thin, but had a more beautiful rosy complexion, and her brown eyes were bright and lively.
Turning the handle and opening the door, Melissa was stunned for a moment because she didn't know the visitor.
This is a young man with black hair and green eyes. He looks good, but his face is extremely pale and there is deep sadness in his eyes.
"Excuse me, who are you?" Melissa asked confusedly.
Leonard put on a black suit over his white shirt and replied in a hoarse voice:
"I'm a colleague of your brother Klein."
Melissa's heart suddenly skipped a beat, and she instinctively tiptoed to look behind Leonard, but she saw nothing.
She asked with a trembling voice:
"Where's Klein?"
Leonard closed his eyes, took a breath and said:
"I'm sorry, but your brother Klein died at the hands of a vicious criminal while trying to save some people. He was a hero, a true hero."
Melissa's eyes widened little by little, her body swayed slightly, and the three tickets in her hand fell weakly to the ground.
They are facing up and have the title of the play, The Return of the Count.
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In the living room of the Moretti family, Leonard hardly dared to look at Melissa and Benson across from him.
But the other person's appearance kept flashing through his mind involuntarily:
The youthful girl opened her eyes, said nothing, her pupils were unfocused, and she was as quiet as a doll.
The man who looked somewhat like Klein tried to maintain a normal posture, but he would be dazed from time to time and would speak a beat slower.
"This is what happened. I'm sorry that I couldn't stop it in time. Blackthorn Security Company, the police department, and those who received help have promised to give you a pension of approximately 6,000 pounds..." Leonard said with a slightly hesitant look.
Suddenly, Benson interrupted him and asked in a hoarse voice:
"Where's his body? I mean, where's Klein's body?"
He pursed his lips, paused and said:
"When can we see him?"
"Inside the company, right now." Leonard replied, unable to hide his sadness.
"Okay." Benson pulled the corners of his stiff mouth and said, "I'll go to the bathroom first."
Without waiting for Leonard's response, he quickly entered the bathroom on the first floor and closed the wooden door with a bang.
Walking to the sink, Benson turned on the faucet and let the tap water flow.
He bent down, lowered his head, held the water in his hands and kept splashing it on his face.
As he was patting, his movements suddenly stopped, and there was no change for a long time. The only sound of running water echoed in the whole bathroom.
After dozens of seconds, Benson raised his head and looked into the wash mirror. He saw his face was covered with water droplets and his eyes were so red that he could no longer hide them.
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A few days later, in a corner of Raphael Cemetery.
After Dunn's funeral, everyone gathered in front of a new tombstone. On it was a black-and-white photo of Klein, a photo with a strong scholarly air.
Melissa stood in front of the grave, her eyes were dazed and out of focus, while Elizabeth beside her was wiping away tears.
Leonard, Benson, Frye, and Brett came over carrying the coffin and lowered it into the grave.
After the pastor's eulogy and everyone's prayers, the soil began to fill in with a rustling sound, and the black coffin was covered little by little.
At this time, Melissa half squatted down and threw the copper whistle she found on her brother into the room.
Leonard turned his head to watch this scene, feeling very sad, but also admired the girl's strength. After learning the bad news, she didn't cry or make a fuss, and her silence was heartbreaking.
The grave was filled and covered with a stone slab. Leonard took one last look at Klein's tombstone. His epitaph had three lines:
"The best brother;"
“The best brother;”
“The best colleague.”
In the sad atmosphere, the people from Blackthorn Security Company gradually left. Selina and Elizabeth also left at the urging of their families, leaving only Benson and Melissa at the scene.
"I'll go hire a horse-drawn carriage..." Benson was in a very bad state, as if he hadn't slept for a long time.
"Okay." Melissa nodded slightly.
Watching her brother's back as he walked away, she looked back at the tombstone in a daze.
Suddenly, she squatted down and buried her face in her arms.
After an unknown amount of time in silence, Melissa suddenly cursed:
"Fool!"
She cried, silently, continuously, unable to stop crying.
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Raphael Cemetery at night.
Azik, with a bronze complexion, stood in front of Klein's grave holding a bunch of white flowers. He remained silent for a long time, and finally sighed and muttered to himself:
"I'm sorry, I'm ten minutes late."
"But I should know who it is..."
He bent down, put down the bouquet of flowers, turned and left the cemetery, and left Tingen, but did not take the copper whistle.
The crimson moonlight shines here, with an indescribable quietness and desolation.
Suddenly, the stone slab sealing the grave was turned over, and a slightly pale hand stretched out from the soil.
Stretch it out!
Wow!
The stone slab was pushed open, the coffin lid was pushed open, and Klein sat up, looking around in a daze.
His memory was still fixed on the shiny leather boots and the hand holding Saint Selina's urn, and then he seemed to fall into a dreamless sleep.
Klein instinctively lowered his head, unbuttoned his shirt, and looked at his left chest. He saw that the hideous wound and the missing piece of his heart were wriggling and healing, just like when he saw the bullet hole in his temple healing quickly in the mirror. The only difference was that this time it was slower and more difficult.
PS: Thank you again for the reward!
Well, after the first part is finished, I will post the information of "0-08" on the WeChat public account. Some of the information is basically what can be summarized, inferred, and associated in the previous part. It does not involve spoilers. You can think about it in advance and see how many of them match. (I will pretend that there is no such thing as adding more chapters, but to be honest, I definitely hope to add more chapters to thank you, but I think that telling a good story is more important than adding more chapters. If you can't have both, choose the former. After all, I am over 00 years old and my energy is far less than before)