In the bedroom, the light of Elena's heart was restrained and condensed, which made the things around her darker.

"It's so weird!"

Joyce grabbed the seed out of Elena's chest and immediately threw it into the distance.

Joyce, who had briskly opened the desk drawer, glanced at Elena with the rest of her eyes, and noticed that a round light curtain on her chest was contracting.

"Go. ”

Grabbing the small lock coffin, Joyce pointed to the crack in the coffin with his right thumb, trying to activate his secret qi ability.

The crack in the coffin, which had been wiped by Joyce's thumb, soon appeared as a wriggling crack shadow, and floated out of the coffin to flow black seeds on the ground.

"Whew!"

It turns into a thin line of cracked shadows, and once it attaches to the black seed the size of a fingernail, it prints the seed into a crack.

Seeing the wounded seed twitch and twist, frozen on the ground as if deflated, Joyce felt like a human being dead.

Supporting Joyce's senses was the crack where the seed had been imprinted, bleeding like a green liquid.

"Mystical properties?"

Joyce watched as a drop of green liquid gathered from the seed crack, and couldn't help but think of the mysterious properties of the cursed centipede in the locked coffin.

Under the strong pressure, his heart was pounding because of nervousness, and although Joyce, through his keen spiritual sense, did not notice that Elena was awake, he still carefully found a glass bottle in the desk drawer, for fear of making a big noise.

Opening the lid of the glass bottle, Joyce slowly approached a drop of suspended green liquid and steadily slipped it into the mouth of the glass bottle.

"This thing isn't going to explode, is it?"

Joyce cautiously closed the lid of the glass bottle, but did not notice anything unusual for the time being.

Like the black liquid in a locked coffin, the green liquid in the glass bottle is suspended in it and does not stick to the wall of the bottle.

"It's still a little bright!"

Seeing the green brilliance in the glass bottle, Joyce was somewhat embarrassed, and found a thread coat to wrap it.

Picking up the lock, pistol, and keypan, Joyce looked at the cracked black seed on the ground that seemed to be dead and withered, and wrapped it in a thread coat and picked it up.

Creeping out of the room, Joyce had no choice but to temporarily go to Elena's bedroom without feeling the outside watching.

"What to do?"

Sitting on the woolen carpet in Elena's room for a moment, Joyce didn't figure out what to do with the green liquid in the glass bottle.

Unlike the Cursed Centipede, whose mysterious properties were given by the captain, Joyce held it with a straight face, and at the moment he couldn't explain the green liquid, he couldn't say that it was the result of taking out the strange seed from Elena's heart.

"Huh?"

Just as Joyce thought that Arrin had made a large trumpet in the cigar room of the Flame Tenderness Ballroom, and wrapped it in the mercury-like thing secreted from the cloak old man's heart, he looked at the dry black seed, and his left eye seemed to have found something else in the dark.

At the end of Maple Grove Avenue in Moya District, in the cylindrical tower of Life Square, Deacon Bennett, dressed in gray robes, was in the room, rolling violently on the ground.

A crack cracked strangely in Bennett's chest, different from the flesh and blood of ordinary people, in the flesh and blood of the old man, there were also broken tendrils.

Although the wound on Bennett's chest, the broken roots were wriggling and trying to reconnect, but there seemed to be a special force in the cracked flesh and broken roots in his chest, making the wound irreversible.

At first, the rich blood flowed from the crack in Deacon Bennett's chest, but as the broken roots and flesh ceased to wriggle and withered, the bleeding from the old man's chest stopped.

"Damn ......"

Deacon Bennet no longer rolled on the ground, and he was not dead with a slight loss of strength, but the flesh on his chest and the roots withered in it, and there was still an inch-long tear that did not close.

"It can't be this old guy, right?"

Joyce, who saw the scene of the Tower of Life in his left eye, was surprised and cautious in his heart.

The foreign object in Elena's heart was undoubtedly the evil trick of the Church of the Goddess of Life or someone in it, and Joyce's surprise was not because of this, but because he saw Bennett at this time.

"I've looked at the seed before, but my left eye doesn't have any connection to Bennett's perception, could it be that the green liquid is coming out, or is the seed being snatched out of Elena's heart and actually coming to the front of me?" Joyce skept.

As for Joyce's caution, it is more about the awe of the high-ranking powerhouses of the church and God, if it weren't for the fact that Black Seed saw Deacon Bennett this time, he wouldn't dare to take the initiative to spy on the Goddess of Life Church.

"Is it okay?"

Joyce held the lock coffin and rubbed his right hand on the cracks in the coffin, gradually causing a shadow to appear in the cracks of the three coffins.

"Whew!"

The Cracked Shadow breaks away from the lock and circulates on the dry seeds, slicing them apart.

This time, the three cracked shadows did not disappear from the cut seeds, but remained above the carpet.

"No, I can't. ”

Through the snooping of his left eye, Joyce also did not notice that the crack shadow was transmitted to Deacon Bennett.

"Whew!"

Joyce, who took a slow breath, thought that this kind of child might really be dead.

Guiding the Crack Shadow back to the locked coffin, Joyce sat down at the end of the bed, forcing herself to pull herself together and avoid falling asleep from exhaustion.

"It's a pity, this sinister old guy is not dead, I don't know what to do in the future, and I can't be sure whether it is his personal attack on Elena, or the attitude of the Church of the Goddess of Life, do you want to target him?"

The reason why Bennet no longer snooped was because Joyce had scruples about the Church of the Goddess of Life.

"Even if you risk watching Bennet find something, it's useless, you can't rush into the church with a gun and kill him, now is not the time to make a desperate bet. Joyce took a deep breath.

"Elena must have had a hard time during this time, but fortunately she should be fine. Judging by how well the blonde girl was asleep, Joyce had some judgment.

The withered black seeds that were split were not very neatly cut, but Joyce's vision was different from ordinary people, and he didn't see any scum falling.

"My poor sleep, if this state of mind is not at all enough for me to cope with crises and changes. Joyce had no choice but to get up and find a towel, wrapping the withered seeds in several pieces, even the glass bottle with the green liquid wrapped tightly.

"There are more and more things, it's really inconvenient to take them around, I can't fit in my clothes pocket, and I need a multi-purpose suitcase or backpack. Looking at the objects in front of her, Joyce decided to lean in for a while and go out early in the morning.

Elena's room has a suitcase, but there is no protective compartment inside.

The night time passed little by little, and Joyce just sat and waited for the dawn, and he was sure not to go out at night.

"The seed in Elena's heart is gone, it's easier to shirk, as long as what I'm doing is not discovered, let all parties speculate in the future, even if the people in the MI know about it, who can be sure that it is not the conscience of the Church of the Goddess of Life who found out and secretly took the seed. Joyce didn't tell Elena what she had done.

If you don't know some things, you don't have any psychological burden, and you don't even need to cheat and act.

Finally, when it was getting dark, Joyce took her things again and sneaked back from Elena's bedroom to his bedroom.

Opening the wardrobe, Joyce not only took out the porcelain gift box, but also took out the passbook from the hidden compartment below.

Almost as he watched Elena, Joyce vacated a set of porcelain from the box, packing the contents of the box in protective compartments.

After changing into a gray tight-collar suit, Joyce went downstairs with a gift box, and he completely ignored the precious white glazed gold-inlaid porcelain.

Putting on his leather shoes and going out the door, Joyce shivered in the cold wind of the morning.

"Although Carl has stopped monitoring me for the past two days, and the director seems to have lost patience with me, he still can't be too careless. Joyce thinks that the slightly chubby middle-aged director is not a simple person.

It was past five o'clock in the morning, and it was not easy to find a horse-drawn carriage, so Joyce had to walk towards Second Avenue, where Arlin's home lived on Red Curtain Street.

Compared to the shops on First Avenue, there are several larger theaters on Second Avenue in Burjohn.

The Yarlin family also lived in a bungalow, and he had a very good-looking wife, whom Joyce had met with Maya Jarvey yesterday afternoon when he came home with a gift.

Through the strange ability of his left eye, Joyce found out that Arrin was returning home in the middle of the night, and after being rejected by his wife, he could only go to the study to read the materials, and he still hasn't slept until now.

"This is also a sad person!"

After walking for less than twenty minutes, when he was almost at Arlin's house, Joyce laughed out loud.

Joyce, who had obliterated Yarlin's efforts, still hesitated a little when he arrived at his door: "Isn't it good to knock on someone's door so early?"

"Knock! knock!"

In the end, Joyce couldn't resist the cold breeze and began to smash the door of the three-story western-style building.

Yes, I'm afraid I won't hear the knock on the door, Joyce is smashing.

"Joyce, what are you doing, stop ......"

After a while, Yarlin, who had a sense of vigilance, poked his head out of a window on the second floor and saw that it was Joyce and hurriedly said to him.

"Isn't it early? I can't wait to see the herb shop, and I have to go to the bank to withdraw money. Joyce's statement made Arlin, who was outcropping on the second floor, dumbfounded.

"Wait for me, don't slam the door. ”

Arrin secretly scolded Joyce for having a problem with his head, and quickly warned him.

It didn't take long for Arrin to go out in full clothes, and he was in good spirits except for a few dark bags under his eyes.

Joyce had disturbed the Arlin family early in the morning, and had not uttered such an uninteresting thing as asking him to invite him in for breakfast.

"Joyce, do you know what time I'm going home?" asked Joyce, slightly disgruntled.

Joyce, who shook his head on the surface, sighed in his heart that he not only knew what time Arrin would come home, but also what he had done.

"The banks are not open so early, who are you looking for, today is my first day off as an official member of the task force. Yarlin said later, with a hint of wail.