Qiu Xuan pushed away the crowd and ran forward, and there seemed to be the shouts of the executioners around her ears, and she gradually lost some confusion.

Bursting through the doors of St. Canaan's Central Auditorium, she saw the crowd of patients sitting at their long tables as usual. She looked up at the long table in the main seat, where there was nothing but a few familiar and unfamiliar faces, all of them indifferent, all unfamiliar to her.

Qiu Xuan rushed through the door of the central auditorium, everyone was looking at her, and she was looking at everyone. Of all the people, there was no one who was what she wanted to see.

She stood in the center of the auditorium, and for the first time, she felt a sense of uncertainty about the future that was almost at a loss.

"Is there anything wrong with you?"

A nurse walked up to her under the guidance of the head priest and asked, Qiu Xuan looked at the nurse in a daze. She had originally anticipated countless questions in her mind, but for a while, she was dumbfounded and couldn't say a word.

"Uh, are you okay?"

Not only the nurses who were sent to negotiate, but also the eyes of several St. Canaanite patients at the long table focused on her either plainly or implicitly. Qiu Xuan opened her mouth, she suddenly felt what she had said, but when she saw the look of the nurse in front of her again, it seemed to explain that it was not like that.

She looked at the huge and empty central auditorium of St. Canaan, and at the same time felt that she was out of place, and at the same time, she was like the careless Jin man who had completely lost his treasure.

Qiu Xuan thought that she should have seen the nurse somewhere, but now, it seemed to have become a relatively unnoticed thing.

"This lady, the rooms for the detectives have been packed, and the daily breakfast, lunch and dinner will be delivered to your room on time, so you don't have to come to our breakfast in a hurry." The nurse standing in front of Qiu Xuan was still good at talking, even if there were no other constraints around him.

“…… I would like to see the person in charge. ”

"What did you say?"

"I want to see your person in charge," Qiu Xuan looked up suddenly, and her sudden paranoid gaze even startled the nurse in front of her. "Asafir, I want to see him, I must see him."

"But...... Lord Asafir should be on a mission right now. Well, this lady, you can go back to the accommodation provided and wait for a while, and if you're lucky, in a week, it should be time for the adults to come back and take over......"

"Give me the contact information."

"What are you doing?! Please let it go! The officer in charge was shocked, and raised his hand in horror to grasp the arm that suddenly grabbed his neckline and lifted it in the air, "Please follow the rules, remember that you have already signed a contract with us at the beginning!" If you violate the rules, you will pay ...... according to the regulations"

"Misunderstandings, all misunderstandings."

In the huge empty room, a gunshot suddenly rang out in everyone's ears. Not only the first sound, but in the space that took less than a few breaths, almost immediately after the gunshot, another gunfire suddenly came from outside the main entrance of the central auditorium.

Chiara strode into the central auditorium of St. Canaan, with the sun wheeling behind her, walking in the sea of flowers with the sun shining and gazing up, the lacquer of the holster hanging from her waist reflecting the shapes engraved on the carved glass.

She wears a TEC-9 submachine pistol around her waist, which can be modified with a fully automatic bolt system version.

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Qiu Xuan turned her head and looked at Kiara, who was striding with a TEC-9 submachine pistol. It was almost the first time she had actually seen the titular "Gunslinger Rose" in this proving ground, as if everything seemed to match the scene in her memory, except for the absence of a cardinal on the high seat.

Chiara was armed with a TEC-9 submachine pistol, fearlessly meeting Ya's firearm that had arrived in a hurry a second.

"St. Canaan is not a place for you to go wild." She said this, her tone was full of coldness, and she didn't notice the appreciation of Ya under the last normal time. "The Hunter Bureau invited you here to investigate the truth of the incident, not to invite a few ancestors to come over and let us provide for you unconditionally."

Detective investigator.

The brainy executioners almost quickly combined the words of several people to figure out the identities they played in the spirit world this time, and quickly brainstormed and analyzed the connections between the scenes in front of them.

Yaya quickly thought of all this, glanced at her old rival Chiara and the TEC-9 in her hand, and said, "We don't mean anything else, we just want to integrate into St. Canaan as soon as possible, in order to facilitate the investigation." ”

Kiara gave them a cold look, noncommittal about the remarks.

"It's better to do that, but your breakfast has been delivered to your room by the caregivers, please leave the central auditorium as soon as possible, we will soon have a morning treatment session, and no outsiders are theoretically allowed to visit during this time."

"Okay, okay, understand, we'll go right away."

Ya raised her hands as if in surrender and made a backward pose. At the same time, the other hand that was put down in time tugged at Qiu Xuan, signaling her to retreat temporarily and not act rashly.

The latter, however, was unusual, looking straight at the position on the high platform in the center behind Chiara as if he had been in an evil spirit.

"Why did you come back?"

In a dead and silent atmosphere, Qiu Xuan suddenly spoke, but the object of the question was Chiara, who was armed with a typical bandit gun. "Your mission this time is in Z City, Z City is almost the other end of the central city across the sea, if you just don't sleep and take the air transportation, it will take about two days. Then why did you return to St. Canaan so much earlier? ”

"Figure out your status, Miss Detective!" Before Chiara could reply, a member of the priest beside her was the first to burst into rage. "Lord Chiara has her own reasons for how to behave, you take the money from the Hunter Bureau and feel at ease to do things for them to find out the murderer, why do you have to be so nosy! What's more, can you doubt that Lord Chiara is not looking at your own identity! ”

"I came back early because my mission was done ahead of schedule, this young lady." Kiara frowned, not angry at the relatively offensive remarks, but her emotions were tense. "I don't think I need to explain my mission to you, but I hope you understand that St. Canaan can't be questioned by your own conclusions based on pure speculation." 163

Chiara also looked a little genuinely angry, as if she really offended herself with this statement.

Everyone, from the patient at the St. Canaan table to the executioner, looked at Qiu Xuan silently, waiting for her to continue arguing with Chiara to make an end. Qiu Xuan suddenly lowered her eyelids, looking as if she was very tired.

"Okay, I got it."

Ya had already drawn her firearm, so she waited for her to say something and then picked up Kiara's gun. At this moment, he swayed and looked at Qiu Xuan with surprised eyes.

"It's not...... Just gone? Then what did you rush over just now, just to say a few words to that holy woman?! No, I think you're really idle. ”

"It has nothing to do with Chiara."

Qiu Xuan followed the guidance of the nurse and walked out with the executioners, and said indifferently: "The timeline of the spiritual world we experienced this time coincided just before, that is, on the first day when we first came to St. Canaan, when we had breakfast. This also shows that the patient's spiritual world triggered this time is one of the patient's in the timeline we experienced. ”

"yes, it's really 'easy to find.'" Ya rolled her eyes, "There are tens of thousands, if not thousands, of St. Canaan's patients, even if we come to the same timeline, how can we find them, looking for a needle in a haystack?" ”

Qiu Xuan listened to her sarcasm silently, she intuitively felt that she should say something, but she couldn't say a word when the words came to her mouth. She tried to analyze something with the clues of the situation she had so far, and her mind was in a mess, and she felt as if she had forgotten something very important.

……

Seraphim's eyes closed, deep in the mud.

He felt like he couldn't breathe, and even his entire chest and lungs were like a raged tractor. He finally couldn't hold on anymore and wanted to break through the ground, but the moment he made his decision, he was swept up in the mud by the rhizomes that suddenly stretched out of the mud and rolled deeper into the mud.

No, it shouldn't be like this.

In a trance about to suffocate, Seraphim thought.

He seems to have been born with some great responsibility, and he has always thought that one day he may die for a lofty ideal, or for the moral concept in his heart. But it shouldn't be like now, like a corpse about to be disintegrated, buried deep in the dirt and rotting.

The moment he figured this out, Seraphim suddenly struggled.

He dug with his hands in the dirt and tried to see the light of day, but it seemed to have rained heavily in an area of the soil, which prevented the burial from being too dry to be pryed by man. After a long time, when all the fingers of Seraphim's hands were bloodied and his nails turned out, he finally dug a hole a few inches long in the muddy earth.

He was ecstatic and walked down the hole in the ground towards the outside world. When Seraphim's last foot left the deep ground, he jerked his head up in ecstasy, but froze in place the next second.

He saw a madman in the white robe of St. Canaan's Unified Psychiatric Patient standing in the rose garden, almost a few steps away from him.

Seraphim was a little frightened, and for a moment he almost wanted to go back and bury himself again in the ground. After a while, the desire for life prevailed, and he mustered up the courage to pick up the pruning scissors that seemed to have been forgotten by the gardener, and twisted his hands around the neck of the patient in front of him in a hospital gown.

With a swipe, something rolled to the ground. Seraphim looked up at the physiological reaction of vomiting, and the patient's head rolled to the ground, staring at him in silence.

Seraphim stared at the severed head for almost half an hour, his eyes sinking and a thought struck him.

He thought he had finally found a way to get to the Templar after he died.

……

"So our identity is detective, and the mission is ...... Exploring the recent withering events in the rose garden at St. Canaan's Mental Hospital? ”

"Isn't that?!"

The sturdy man took the lead and couldn't hold back his roar, "It should be a gardener's business, what does it have to do with private detectives?" And this job was invited by the people from the Hunter Bureau, they really have so much money that they have nowhere to use it? ”

"Let's talk about it aside, since the mission is triggered, there must be a reason for it." Long San sighed and stopped the other party's words before the strong man scolded more and more fiercely. "In any case, the mental world of the patient that we have come into contact with before is a memory of the past, but the current one is what we have experienced after we arrived at the testing ground. Such a special world must hide some important clues. ”

"We can start with the aborigines who have deviated from what we remember."

Bai Yi of the Blue River Guild seemed to have finally found such an opportunity, and proposed: "For example, the Qiara I saw before, as well as the guards and doctors who had different behaviors before. Start with these people first, and you will be able to grasp the clues of the next step. ”

In fact, Bai Yi said that the plan is not unfeasible, but it is too troublesome.

The easiest way is for Qiu Xuan and Ed to know - that is, tonight, go to the rose garden in the backyard of St. Canaan, and then successfully catch the naked man who crawled out of the soil under the roses and danced "miserable" in the direction of St. Canaan's building naked.

Then in this case, there is a high probability that this world that does not know whose spiritual world it is for the time being will be over.

Thinking like this, Qiu Xuan patted Ya on the shoulder and hinted that she would go to the rose garden tonight, but she slipped out of the office of the main officials of St. Canaan.

Fortunately, she is now a private investigator hired by the Hunter Headquarters, not a madman who should be locked up. Therefore, although the desire to know Asafael's whereabouts was quickly rejected, the stalker staff could not bear to leak the news that Asafel would return for a celebration at the end of the weekend.

Qiu Xuan couldn't wait for the end of the weekend, even if she knew that this was just the spiritual world of the patients, theoretically speaking, it was just a memory that had been processed through independent feelings, and it was not even a real parallel time and space.

What happens here does not change the outcome of "reality" at all.