Qiu Xuan probably flipped through his resume and learned that the other party was admitted to the hospital three years ago, and the reason for admission was that he had dreamed of the fall of the God of Light for several days in a row. As a result, he inadvertently shouted out the scene of the dream, which led to relatives in the host family, a family of pure and complete believers, who threw him into the nearest madhouse, St. Canaan, under the name of "cult extremist".

The experience of this "steel wool" is quite ordinary, absurd and ordinary.

Qiu Xuan didn't comment on this, she put down the file of the steel wool ball in her hand, and walked to the cabinet with the first row of letters in the row of S.

Patient files bearing the name "Seraphim" fill an entire row of cupboards, and the others, if not the most, are the most common.

Qiu Xuan started to take pictures from the latest one, and she couldn't bother to read it for the time being, because she couldn't tell when the guards who were changing the guard outside would return. It had been recorded that there were about ten patients with this name who had been counted forward from the latest "Seraphim", and the sensors hanging in the outer corridor silently lit up, and Qiu Xuan even stopped and returned everything to its normal state, and quietly slipped out of the back door.

"Afu."

Qiu Xuan paused abruptly and turned her head to look at Kiara, who was standing on the other side of the corridor, looking at her solemnly.

"Is there something wrong?"

"Where did you just go?" Kiara strode towards her, "I saw you coming out of the direction of the archives, you know, the archives in St. Canaan need to be reviewed by internal personnel before entering. ”

"I didn't go in either." Qiu Xuan opened her eyes and said nonsense, "It's just that you're coming from that direction." ”

Chiara: "I saw you come out of the archives, out of the archives, out of the inside, out of the door. ”

Qiu Xuan: "......"

Qiu Xuan: "Then how did I get in?" ”

"That's what I'm going to ask you, Miss Detective." Kiara approached until the distance between the two was a little more subtle. "Today is your first day in St. Canaan, and you don't have any other opportunities to meet our patients or insiders. So, how did you get the key to our archives? ”

Qiu Xuan's face did not change: "I will open the lock." ”

"Really?" Kiara raised her eyebrows and raised her hand to the iron door of the archive room on the side, "Then you can open another one for me." ”

Qiu Xuan: "......"

She pressed her eyebrows, and Kiara looked a little headache at the moment. Just as he wanted to continue thinking of something to fool the past, then he suddenly thought of something, and watched Chiara raise her eyebrows on the other side as she did.

"Guess what I suddenly remembered, Miss Saint."

Kiara frowned, trying to learn her own accent for the sake of the other party's somewhat deliberate tone. "It's not 'reality' at all, it's not even a parallel world, it's just a memory in someone else's head."

"What the hell are you talking about?"

Chiara looked at the "detective" in front of her, who should have been a stranger to meet for the first time today, but the other party's every move seemed to know something, this understanding was not just superficial, and even had a trance illusion that they had known each other for a long time.

"Except that the owner of the memory can't mess with, which means that I can do anything here without paying for it." Qiu Xuan stretched out her tone and said deliberately and slowly. "You don't care about me, do you, Kiara?"

It was the first time she had called out the name of the Rose of the Holy Canaan Weapon in such a complete and clear sense, and the moment the character poured out from between her lips and teeth against the tip of her tongue, Kiara even stood there in a moment's frustration.

No one in my memory had ever called her name like that.

When they call her, either the respectful believer doesn't call her by name, or the elders or peers of the church add a "dear child" or "parishioner" to her name.

Chiara thought she should be angry.

It's not for the sake of "calling names", but before that, this private detective from a foreign country has made many unforgivable mistakes in just half a day.

"It's useless to draw a gun, Chiara."

As if she could easily predict her next second, Qiu Xuan stood there with her arms crossed, a pendant wrapped around her wrist dangling in the air.

"Times have changed, Holy Maiden."

She sighed softly, and the muzzle of the internal combustion double-headed conversion optoelectronic steam magic energy blaster was fully deployed, and the massive caliber of several hundred millimeters was aimed at the Glock 18 pistol in Kiara's hand.

"If I were Ya, out of some unspeakable dignity, I would defeat you openly with a weapon of the same standard as yours, because that is the source of my own pride. But alas, I'm not. Qiu Xuan's fingers pressed on the barrel a few times, and the originally pitch-black cannon body slid through a few waves of light like a streamer shattered star.

"For me, believe it or not—it didn't matter from the beginning, because this is just a ghostly memory, and it's nothing without it—now, Kiara, please put down your child's gun, and leave me alone."

Chiara froze in place, as if everything had changed from the moment she pulled out her gun a few minutes earlier.

If it is a desperate professional to explain her confusion, it is probably equivalent to receiving information far beyond the background of this era that she is used to in just a few minutes, which is caused by a disordered short circuit, which can also be understood as a self-regulating and protective mechanism of the human body, which occurs subconsciously.

This happens a lot of things when executioners from the first world, who are a little "behind", have too much new information to receive at once, and all of them are crowded in their heads.

Kiara swallowed a mouthful of saliva, and although she didn't know what the strange-looking weapon was, her instincts, which she had trained over the years, told her that the right thing to do was to get away and run. Hot search

Especially when Qiu Xuan covered the surface of the barrel with his palm, and a layer of flashing patterns began to condense on it.

Kiara didn't recognize the top technology of the Steam Age, but she was familiar with this fluctuation of magic.

This fluctuation resembles the energy emitted by the clergy of the Church when they pray for the consecration of weapons and objects, and this "energy" is only qualified to be released by senior bishops and above, and is also called "an exceptional gift from the God of Light to those who are gifted with extraordinary talents".

However, the process of making a consecration weapon is extremely complicated, and sometimes it often takes more than a few clergy to pray and chant for days and nights. Instead of the overly bizarre "shock artillery" in front of you, which can emit such astonishing fluctuations almost instantaneously.

Qiu Xuan's face calmly brushed the barrel of the cannon, in fact, she was just gambling.

She believed that Chiara herself would certainly not back down because of sheer "fear", and that it was purely a deterrent for her to come out with a stinking and long cannon with a name, and of course she would not really open fire.

Chiara herself would not be afraid or retreat, but she also had to take care of the St. Canaan building behind her.

Qiu Xuan handled it very well, and even what to do after putting away the cannon barrel after giving this holy woman a hello, I am good, everyone is okay, and the steps have been considered. After all, she didn't really want to go against Chiara, and if it weren't for the different positions, to be honest, her favorability towards Chiara would have been twice as high as it is now.

Unexpectedly, she encountered another "accident".

A sound of dragging and clear footsteps came from the other end of the corridor where the two were confronting, Qiu Xuan hadn't noticed that side, but because the footsteps were too dragging and arrogant, it was like a person walking out of slippers and deliberately stepping on the ground to make a clicking sound.

She frowned and glanced over there, wanting to see who was so arrogant, but it was an overly familiar figure. The man, dressed in St. Canaan's uniform hospital gown and literally wearing slippers on his feet, was standing at the other end of the corridor staring at them with a pair of blank eyes.

Qiu Xuan was stunned for a second, and she couldn't take care of Qiara in front of her for the time being, and tentatively said in the direction of that person: "...... Seraphim? ”

The man raised his slack eyelids and said lazily, "You know me?" ”

"He's really a seraph?" Qiu Xuan put the shock cannon back, and the weapon that disappeared out of thin air stunned Kiara again. The latter strode forward, his gaze moving down to the place on the visitor's chest, on which a bright name tag hung from it.

Seraphim.

It was the seraph, the sick man they had seen in the last St. Canaan fire, who had been burned all over his body.

…… But how so?

If it is according to the real time, at this time Qiu Xuan has already been admitted to the hospital, and the names assigned to each person are inherited by the previous patient who has left. So if the "seraph" in front of them is still living in St. Canaan, how could they give this name to Qiu Xuan?

"He's your sick here, isn't he called Seraphim?"

Qiu Xuan couldn't wait to turn her head to ask Kiara for confirmation, and the latter finally recovered from his stunned stunning, and nodded at her seemingly unclear.

"Yes, he's our patient here, his name is Seraphim."

At this moment, the middle-aged man who had no eye burns on his face and could still see his face clearly glanced at Chiara, as if he did not have a good impression of this holy woman, and did not take the initiative to greet her like other patients.

"What the hell are you looking for me?"

He said a little impatiently in the face of Qiu Xuan, who thought for a while, and said at the last second when his patience was exhausted: "How long have you been in St. Canaan?" Is it called that all the time? ”

Seraphim: "Are you sick?" ”

As he spoke, he spat disrespectfully in the direction of the two, turned around and continued to swagger away with his slippers.

Qiu Xuan glanced at Kiara, who had a dull face, and left the corridor after her.

She didn't chase the seraphim in the first place, because she was in dire need of a known clue now. As soon as he left the hallway, he was going to find a place where no one was around, and first looked at the photos taken from the archive room, when he heard someone shouting his name in the distance at the location of the rose garden in the backyard.

Ya and the other executioners strode towards this side, and they didn't look like they had any specific wounds except for Bai Yi's ugly face in the back row.

"Song Shuang is dead." When Ya announced the news loudly, she picked up the corner of her eyes and glanced at Bai Yi, who was blue in the back, "It's a pity, some people are not able to save the team themselves, but they have to blame others for not working hard enough." ”

“…… Please don't fall into the trap again. Bai Yi said hoarsely, "The deceased is the greatest, give Song Shuang a little respect." ”

Ya sneered loudly.

Probably able to guess what happened just now, Qiu Xuan didn't care too much, just picked and chose to say some of the things he encountered just now.

She now urgently needed a little personal time and personal space to read the files about the "Serapher", so she said hello and turned to leave, but she was stopped again, this time the person who did the act was the chainsaw man who hadn't said a few words since.

He caught up with him alone, looking the same as usual.

"I see the 'Seraphim.'"

He said.

"That's a coincidence, because I saw it too." Qiu Xuan had to tilt her head and talk to the chainsaw man. She didn't like it, so she stepped back a little until she was able to reach eye level. "Anything else?"