When Assalon and Sanna returned to the temple branch in Rose with the man, Sanna asked Assalon, "What should we do now?"

"Let's talk to someone from the branch appraisal department first. ”

Asaren doesn't seem to have any particularly good ideas, either.

Sanna thought about it for a moment and decided that there was no problem, so she nodded in agreement.

The person in charge of the Identification Department of the Temple of Rose Town is a middle-aged uncle named Qiao Da who does not look like a smile.

To their surprise, after listening to them tell them what had happened, the advice given was to execute the man of unknown origin and the woman whose identity could not be determined, and he took it for granted that he would rather be killed by mistake.

Asaleng's face immediately became gloomy, and he asked Joda, "Are you experts in the appraisal department so skilled? If you can't distinguish between right and wrong, good and evil, then you can eliminate them all together?

"This young lady can't say that," said Joda, holding his glasses on the bridge of his nose, and did not lift his eyelids in the face of Asalom's questioning, "If you are not satisfied with our approach, then we will definitely not interfere with your decision-making." ”

To put it bluntly, this means one thing, are you not satisfied with our method? Okay, then don't look for us, find a way to go yourself.

Typical inaction rhetoric.

"You-"

A chill flashed between Asa's cold eyebrows, and he raised his hand and summoned his long stick.

Seeing this, Sanna hurriedly held her hand, looked into her eyes and shook her head.

If Sanna hadn't stopped her, Asa Leng would have wanted to smash the identification department clean with a stick.

Qiao Da seemed to have seen such a scene for a long time, and in the face of Asa Leng's long stick, he did not move a wrinkle, and stood with his hands tied, "If Miss must ask for an explanation, then I have another way." ”

Asa Leng rolled his eyes and scolded unceremoniously: "Is there a way not to say it earlier?

Qiao Da pretended not to hear, "You can bleed two people at the same time, the calamity is already dead, and it won't die again, blood is simply an ornament for them, and no matter how much it flows, it doesn't matter to them, as long as the rescue is timely, a little blood will not put the young lady you care for to death." ”

Speaking of this, Qiao Da paused and added, "I advise Miss to give up the naïve idea of judging identity without injury, there is no such method in the world, and we must sacrifice them in order to preserve humanity." ”

Hearing this, Sanna let go of Assaleng's hand, and even summoned her own weapon, a baseball bat, from her carry-on space.

Not your average baseball bat, of course.

Looking at the two beautiful young ladies in front of him who were about to start fighting if they didn't say a word, Qiao Da pushed his glasses and his face didn't change, "Even if you don't listen to me, the result is still the same, both of you are sent from above, and it stands to reason that you should be masters, don't you even have this awareness?"

Asa Leng clenched his fists.

"If you can't do it, I can do it for you. ”

Joda spread his hands, and the eyes behind the lenses always made Asa Leng feel a little disdainful, "Someone has to do it anyway, and I'm also a member of Rose Town, so it's my responsibility to do it." ”

"No need. ”

Asa Leng turned and left, "I don't want to see your disgusting face again. ”

"Oh, that's good. ”

Joda shrugged, noncommittal.

After leaving the identification department, Assaleng didn't speak all the way, and walked forward quickly with a calm face.

This is a pain for Sanna's little short legs, the gap between 1.5 meters and 1.7 meters is there, even if it is 1.59 meters and 1.72 meters, it can't save anything.

Sanna Mou bowed her head and walked quickly, coldly bumped into a back, and looked up to see Asa Leng looking at her with her eyes down.

"What's wrong?"

Sanna tilted her head.

“...... Why don't you call me if you can't keep up?"

Assaleng leaned against the wall with his hands folded on his chest, but his eyes unconsciously glanced at his feet.

"Because you're in a bad mood, I'm not happy about this, so I won't bother you. ”

Thinking of what had just happened, Sanna was also a little angry.

“...... Let's go. ”

Asa Leng opened his mouth, as if he wanted to say something, but in the end he only said these three words and turned away.

Outside the door of a room, the two stopped, Asa Leng knocked on the door, and Dong Wusheng's voice immediately sounded inside, "Please come in." ”

Entering the door, looking at Dong Wusheng's still polite smiling face, Asa Leng pondered all the way, his mouth opened and opened, and he didn't say anything.

"What's wrong?"

Seeing Asa coldly glaring at a pair of dead fish eyes and stopping at him, Dong Wusheng felt goosebumps immediately on his back, and hurriedly opened his mouth and took the initiative to ask.

In the end, it was Sanna who spoke for Assalen.

"That...... Here's the thing—"

Sanna also found it a bit difficult to talk about, especially since they had already agreed to Madara, she said as she unconsciously stirred her fingers, "We found a man in the mountain behind the cemetery, he identified you and said that he saw you come back from the dead, and then, and then Madara identified him with us, so we need to verify which of you is real and who is fake now......"

"Did you bump into Spotara?"

Dong Wusheng closed the book in his hand and sighed, "Then let's be straightforward, what do you need me to do?"

Sanna recounted Joda's method to Dong Wusheng.

"Bloodletting......"

Dong Wusheng sighed deeply again, "Don't let Madara know, I don't even dare to want to let that guy know what will happen." ”

Probably the temple will be demolished......

Sanna and Assaleng looked at each other, reading the same idea in each other's eyes.

With Dong Wusheng's cooperation, the preparation work was quite easy.

That night, Assaleng took the man and Dong Wusheng to the same room, separated them by a curtain, and then, together with Sanna, slashed their wrists at the same time, watching the blood slowly trickle out from under their skin and flow into the porcelain bowl that lay beneath them.

The room was eerily quiet, except for the faint breathing of the four men, only the sound of blood dripping, ticking, ticking, and beating, as if some strange demagogic drum beat on the soul.

It didn't take long for two of the four breaths to start to grow heavy.

Asalom and Sanna frowned in unison.

The loss of blood made Dong Wusheng's eyes darken for a while, and it took a lot of strength to stabilize her body and not fall down directly.

Although she couldn't see the man's performance, since she hadn't been able to tell the truth from the fake until now, coupled with the solemn expressions of Sanna and Asa, Dong Wusheng could probably guess what was going on.

In the previous brief confrontation, it could be seen that this man was very good at scheming and disguise.

Probably knowing that he was in danger, this guy seemed to want to die with him.

Dong Wusheng took a deep breath with difficulty, she tried hard to think of a countermeasure, but at this time some hallucinations began to appear in front of her eyes, constantly interfering with her, making it difficult for her to concentrate on thinking.