"Old man panda, I repeat, that person is very suspicious, and he must be investigated!" The rabbi stood behind the scholar, and the old man sat leisurely on the stairs of the Order with a steaming teacup.

"Rabbi, it's the job of the police to investigate suspicious people, you should go to Scotland Yard and report it."

The old marshal Ilka, also holding a cup of tea, sat beside the scholar, and they were admiring the painting of Marshal Edoro outside the steps.

"Stupid apprentice, do you want to run into the street and cause me trouble again? The last time I was caught by the police and said that you were ******, isn't it shameful enough? The scholar took a sip of his tea, and was upset that the rabbi had disturbed him to look at the paintings.

"Is that someone framing me? It was the one who noticed me and followed me and framed me! The rabbi looked irritable, "That man is Middle Eastern judging by his figure and the clothes on his body, why did he come to London?" And he's agile and clever at anti-tracking."

"Your problem is that you don't read too much and think too much!" Shu Weng took another sip of tea, "Our mission now is to garrison the headquarters and record this upcoming war!" ”

“￥%…… ￥*！！！ The rabbis were incoherent.

"Rabbi, I think you're very observant, how about it, would you like to learn to draw with me?" Marshal Tieidoru extended an invitation to the rabbi.

The rabbi turned and left, and the three old men gathered together, and even the air became lazy, and he didn't want to be infected.

"It's done." Marshal Tiedoro put down his pen, and the black hall of the Order on the canvas was crowded with people.

"Shuweng, your disciple is very clever, he has already noticed it." Ilka said.

"Very good observation." Tiai Doru also said.

"At this time, it's better not to cause chaos to others, and it will be troublesome if you ruin the plan." Shuwen said

The rabbi walked down the street depressed alone, and he was not even in the mood to pay attention to the red men and green women who came and went.

"An old man is an old man, and there is no curiosity at all." The rabbi held an apple in his hand and gnawed indignantly.

"There must be something wrong with that Middle Easterner. I'm going to find him! ”

But how to find it? Is it really as Marshal Ilka said, turn to the police at Scotland Yard for help? It's stupid to think about.

The rabbi reluctantly walked around the city and finally admitted that he was too bored.

Aaron, Li Nali, Kanda, Crowley, and the Boss were not around, and everyone was nervously carrying out their tasks, except for himself wandering around the peaceful city of London, suspicious of an unknown Oriental. Thinking of this, the rabbi felt irritated, drew the hammer, and flew into the sky in an instant, causing an exclamation from below.

Feeling the cool breeze in his ears, Rabi's heart was much happier.

The caged bird can also flap its wings twice, Rabbi thought.

There was a crowd of people gathered below, blocking the road. The rabbi put his hands on the pergola to block out the glare of the sun and watched carefully.

It was a jewelry store that was robbed, and the police were investigating the scene, and passers-by were watching the excitement.

Whoosh - The rabbi collected his weapon and landed in front of the jewelry store, kicking up a cloud of dust.

"Hey, is there someone robbing? Need my help catching the killer? The rabbi walked into the jewelry store in high spirits.

Only then did the bewildered policeman react: "Hey! Gremlin! Hold it! A homicide scene is not a place for you to come! ”

"Homicide?" The rabbi had already walked into the jewelry store, and the corpses were lying in pools of blood.

"Vomit-" Rabbi bent over and vomited.

"Ahh The scene was destroyed! You damn imp! "The police in charge of maintaining order were furious.

The rabbi stumbled out of the crowd, his brain racing: the blood on the wound had not yet clotted, indicating that the murderer had not gone far!

"Big sledgehammer, little hammer, stretch and stretch!"

The rabbi rode on the handle of the hammer and rushed into the sky.

"Where?" The rabbis searched on all sides.

Under the gloomy sky, the white dress stood out, and it was the same Middle Eastern man that the rabbi had always suspected.

"It's him!" Intuition told the rabbi that the man in white was the murderer.

The man in white apparently saw the rabbi as well, and slipped into the crowd in two steps in three steps.

The rabbi landed on the roof of a nearby small building, trotted a few steps and continued to fire his weapon and flew into the sky, and the two men, one black and one white, began a chase in the city of London.

"Wooden Judgment!" The rabbi unleashed holiness, and under the horrified eyes of passers-by, several towering trees drilled out of thin air in the streets, blocking the road.

The man in white deftly jumped left and right on the giant tree, deftly climbing over the giant barricade.

But

"Fire Sentence!" The rabbi had been waiting behind the giant tree for a long time, and a giant python of flames rolled up the man in white and flew to the sky.

The fiery snake flew hundreds of meters and crashed into a street lamp on the side of the road.

Rumble!

The sparks dissipated, but the man in white disappeared.

"What?!" The rabbi's eyes widened.

The rabbi rose to the sky again, looked around, and finally let him see the man in white—at least two kilometers away.

"How is this possible!"

The man in white was fast, and by the time the rabbi tried to catch up again, the man in white had disappeared.

"Damn, is it a demon?" The rabbi turned back to the Order, the situation is too special, and those old men must pay attention to it!

Of course it wasn't a demon, and after the man in white got rid of the rabbi, he ran into the demon's master head-on.

"Ah, unfamiliar face, you're not from the Black Order, Exorcist?"

The Fourth Apostle, Cheril Kamei, smiled and took off his gloves: "At this time, you can't let extra chess pieces interfere with the plan of the Millennium Gong, report your name, exorcist!" ”

"Noah?" The man in white drew a short sword.

"You're going to fight me with that ridiculous weapon?" Cheryl scoffed.

Whoop -

The identical man in white fell on the two of them like rain, surrounding Cheryl in the middle.

"It's a bad feeling."

In the French Embassy in the United Kingdom, the Millennial Count sat on the sofa, boredly fiddling with the sugar cubes for drinking coffee.

The door creaked open, and a dark-skinned little loli dressed as a goth entered.

"Millennium Gong~~"

"Oh! Rod, why did you sneak out again? Your injuries are not healed. ”

"People miss you~~~." Rhodes hugged the neck of the Millennial Earl and kissed and scratched.

"It's almost time for the final plan, you can't run around like this."

"I've healed my injuries and can start planning." Rodra swayed wildly with the arms of the Millennium Count.

After receiving the positive information, the Millennium Earl hesitated a little: "However, there is still the curse of the fourteenth person left on the 'ark'."

"He's dead!" Rod's tone suddenly became agitated, "He won't come back!" ”

The Millennial Earl was silent.

After a long time, he finally spoke: "Then go and prepare, Rod." ”

Rhodes bounced out.

"Are you really dead?" The Millennium Earl muttered to himself.