Some investigators received instructions from Fabia after completing their assignments and were on their way back to headquarters;

Some investigators sped up the pace of the battle as soon as they received the order;

Some of the investigators who were exploring the ruins recorded the progress of the ruins and immediately returned home.

This was the first time they had received an all-out emergency order from the headquarters in Mooney.

The investigators all had their own ideas in their minds, and Fabia, who seemed to have done something very physically exhausting, was weakly spread out on the pile of files.

She didn't care about her own spring, but chose a comfortable position to lie down.

"Okay, you can do it yourself in a while, I called you, whether you can fool them into your partner depends on your ability.

There's a stamp on the table over there, knock it on your wolf-level investigator pin, you're the temporary deputy director, but only for two days. ”

Hearing Fabia's order to evict the customer, Jobuterrand followed Fabia's instructions with amusement and tapped his brooch with the seal on the table.

The brooch, which had looked unremarkable, now glowed with a blue light, adding a faint touch of majesty to the wearer, Giobuterrand.

Jobuterrand bowed to Fabia and left the archives.

By the time he closed the door, Jobbuterrand had already heard Fabia's snoring.

Although Fabia's appearance and behavior may seem a little unreliable, Chobuterrand has already made a guess about Fabia's true identity.

"Presumably, Fabia is the director who never shows up, but she usually uses her cute and cute appearance to hide her identity, but I don't think Fabiai should be her real name.

The reason why she needs to hide her identity may be that her true identity may not see the light of day in history. ”

Instead of delving into this issue, Joberrand decided to wait for the return of the many investigators and persuade them to work together to stop the struggle between the two sects, lest it lead to misery.

Whichever side wins, it is unacceptable to civilians.

Jobron quietly found a chair to sit on, and put his hands under his chin, propped his head behind the backs of his hands, and entered into thought.

Jobuterron remembered the cases mentioned by the canine investigators in the hall and the case of the umr sewers when he hadn't seen Fabia.

"Could it be that the struggle between the two factions had already begun at that time?"

Jobuterron tried to think from the perspective of the Cthulhu sect, and he hypnotized himself.

Repeat in my mind, "What would I do if I were a member of the Cthulhu Order?" ”

"Celebrate the return of the great Cthulhu, take the people of the rival Yellow Clad as prey, and then sacrifice to the overlord of the deep Sea, Cthulhu, as a sacrifice for the return of the king!"

After getting a general idea of what the Cthulhu believers were doing, Chobuterrand followed that crazy logic downward.

"Only blood is the best sacrifice, and we need a lot of blood!

It is not enough to kill all the followers of the Yellow Order, but also their children, parents, relatives, and friends!

Whoever does not believe in my god will be sacrificed as flesh and blood to the return of my god! ”

Thinking of this, Jobbutran immediately interrupted his thoughts and woke up from his self-hypnosis.

His eyes were already full of red tendons, and in just a few minutes, Jobuterrand had made a great deal of calculations and predictions in his mind, and he overturned all logical results, leaving only the worst, the most insane, and the most dehumanizing possibility.

That kind of unconscionable idea is the action that fanatics are most likely to implement and implement.

Jobuterrand exhaled a long breath and said to himself,

"Gotta stop their madness."

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After a long wait, Kecherov finally waited for information.

It was a message hidden in the banner hanging at the entrance to the Moonei Black Concert Hall, and the key elements could only be read from those drawings by deciphering the ciphertext.

Behind this message, which is hidden in ciphertext, is not a complicated sentence, but a person named "Master Nietzsche".

Kcherov didn't know when to contact Frederick, but he knew that the brilliant writer Nietzsche would be the target of the next operation.

Kecherov sat by the window and saw that the sky was covered with dark clouds, and suddenly it began to rain.

The sound of ticking rain fell on the stone street outside the door, and a few drops of crystal raindrop splashed on the potted plants by the window.

Xiao Ju lazily got up from the cat bed, arched herself and stretched.

From the narrowed eyes, it can be seen that Xiao Ju has become much less hostile to Kecherov.

It slowly twisted its comical steps, walked up to Kercherov's side, and jumped onto Kercherov's lap and sat cross-legged.

Kcherov touched the hairy back of Xiao Ju and felt a hint of freehand.

The smell of omelette wafted from the kitchen, with a hint of shallot freshness.

Today, Effie is busy in the kitchen wearing a pink bow on her head and a knee-length apron.

I don't know why, but Khcherov experienced what it means to be quiet.

He didn't have any expectations for the new identity that the Yellow Coat Group was going to assign next, but he just wanted to stay in this cozy cabin.

The peaceful life of three people, one cat, and one room is as beautiful as childhood life.

Although he wanted to stay, Kercherov understood what it meant to be involuntary.

Since becoming a believer in the Yellow Coat Group, there is no turning back.

Kercherov learned about the power of the yellow coat, about the fanaticism of the believers, but at the same time about their coldness.

Although Kechlov is now resistant to it, the yellow tattoo on his back is a constant reminder that he is no longer an ordinary person who can enjoy a good life.

Complex and contradictory emotions appeared in the bottom of Kcherov's heart, and he unconsciously exerted a little more force on his hands.

Xiao Ju reached out in dissatisfaction and slapped Kcherov's hand, but this time she put away those sharp nails.

"Oh, I'm sorry, I hurt you, Xiaoju."

Khcherov sincerely apologized to the humane Xiaoju.

Xiao Ju, on the other hand, glanced at Kecherov with disdain and yawned.

"Oh, the shallot omelette, it's so delicious."

Mrs. Michelle pushed the door open and placed the wet umbrella in her hand in the barrel next to her.

"Welcome back, Mrs. Michelle." Ketcherov, the temporary tenant, said respectfully to Mrs. Michelle.

"Oh, you're going to stay at my house. Do you have a crush on my sweet little granddaughter, Effie? Or do you want to inherit my pharmacy? ”

Michelle exclaimed, with a mocking look on her face.

Effie, who was in the kitchen, blushed when she heard this, and stomped her feet twice,

"What are you talking nonsense, grandma!"

Khcherov scratched his head embarrassedly and tried to divert the subject,

"Hehe, how is Grandma's business in the store today?"

"It's good, the Mooney Black Music Festival is about to start, tourists are coming to the city, and all walks of life are ushering in the spring of the industry.

The hotels and hostels have increased their prices, oh dear Kcherov, you know what I mean? ”

Mrs. Michelle said with a smile, reaching over to Khcherov and rubbing her index finger and thumb.

Kecherov showed an embarrassed look, he didn't expect Mrs. Michelle, who was obsessed with money, to be so direct.

Effie held a spatula in her hand and said to Mrs. Michelle with her waist crossed,

"Grandma! How can you do that! It's rude, didn't you teach me to be like a lady? Could it be that a lady will be like you? ”

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