There was a light above the barren apostolic wasteland, a light shining in the center.

I don't know when or where this light came from, but it doesn't matter, because there is only one person, or rather, no one, who is watching this light, and it is the only messenger in this wasteland.

It sat right next to the light, pitch black, silently and persistently looking up to the light.

At first, she didn't understand why she asked for a light from that voice, she only knew that when this light fell, she felt a yearning and tranquility from her heart.

This beam of light seemed so clean and pure in the Apostolic Moor.

So even in this light, the darkness on Hatsu's body became uglier and more distorted, and she couldn't help but look up in the direction it came from.

The beam of light fell not far in front of her first body, within reach, but she never reached out to touch it, just watched quietly.

Didn't she want to touch it at first, no, in fact, she thought, but every time she wanted to reach out, she would see her pitch-black palm.

She's too dirty, she thought.

She didn't even feel like she should touch the light that wasn't here in the first place, even though it was something that had been given to her.

Chu sat next to the light with his legs crossed, like a shadow under the light, entrenched there motionless.

There was another reason why she remained motionless, she hadn't adapted to her body yet.

After completing B3068's mission and returning to the Apostolic Wasteland, Chu's body has been strengthened again, and at the same time, as expected, after many missions, she has completely lost her sense of touch.

This includes all the senses of her body to the outside world, pain, warmth and coldness, which she can no longer feel.

Now she has some difficulty controlling her body, and every action she makes needs to be manipulated through the evil "line".

It's like a puppet made by manipulating her own body, and it will take her time to get used to.

However, the voice and tasks didn't give her much time to get used to it, and she spent most of her time in the wasteland in a daze, which was exactly like a puppet.

Time doesn't feel like time is passing in this part of the wasteland, because everything seems to stand still and doesn't change at all, except for the rain that falls every once in a while.

I don't know how many rains it took for that voice to finally reappear, and as before, it would bring new tasks when it appeared.

"At the beginning, the new summoner has made his request, are you ready?"

The voice asked Xiang Chu.

Maybe he didn't get used to it, or maybe he hadn't moved for too long, Chu stiffened his head and paused for a while before answering at the sky.

"Yes. ”

"So this time. ”

The voice said, "Go and bring back the sin of wrath." ”

The voice fell, and the door to sin slowly appeared in front of the first door, opening for the fourth time.

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The City of Fog.

The city, as its name suggests, is covered with a faint mist.

There are 365 days of a year here, and it is no exaggeration to say that for 360 days, the city is shrouded in damp fog.

This layer of mist is like a veil over the city, making it always seem so mysterious and elusive.

And the temper of the city is indeed elusive.

There's wealth, there's fame, there's power, there's almost everything one wants.

At the same time, it has a crime rate that is hard to look up to in other regions, as well as terrible killers, burglars and robbers everywhere.

The elusiveness of the City of Fog is that if you're not careful, you'll lose your own life.

Even the police don't want to come and work here, you know, the Fog City has a famous sight, and that is the empty police station building.

There are very few police officers here, and they almost never go to work.

It's a place outside the law, and it's also here that you can see all the squalor and filth that people hide under civilization.

Here's a quote that might be the first thing you should remember before you enter the city.

You never know who you're in front of, just like you can't see through the fog of the city.

Day and night, the city and the people in it look like each other.

The sky was overcast with a light rain, and the streets, which were already damp with fog, became even more damp, and the people on the road tightened their coats and coats and walked briskly.

Only one person walked slowly down the street, in stark contrast to the hurried pedestrians.

This is a middle-aged man, of medium build, not tall, nor fat.

But as a middle-aged man, his figure has been maintained well, at least he doesn't have a beer belly, and he doesn't have a fat body.

His face appears somewhat emaciated, angular, and looks cold and sharp, giving it a sense of inaccessibility.

He had an unshaved beard on his cheeks and chin, making him look a little sloppy.

He wore a short brownish-gray trench coat and a round hat with a low brim. With his hands in his pockets, a pair of pale blue eyes looked at the appearance and face of passers-by from time to time, with unconcealed disgust in his eyes.

His name is Lawrence, and he is a police officer who has been transferred to the city.

Because the police department almost never worked, he had almost no work as a police officer, and as far as he knew, there were only four police officers in the city, and almost every one of them was idle and miserable.

As for why the police station didn't open the door, because they didn't dare to open it, in this city full of crime, the police became the weaker side.

If the police station is functioning properly, it may be blown up by some madman the next day. In this city, it is already thankful that you are alive as a police officer.

But Lawrence is different, he is different from other police officers, he holds on to something called justice in his heart. It's rare to see someone insist on this kind of thing in this day and age.

But it was because of his persistence that he felt extremely angry, angry at the powerlessness of justice in this city.

This city is hopeless, and justice without power cannot be called justice at all.

Lawrence looked at the people on the street, furrowed his brows fiercely, and snorted coldly.

Ever since he came to the city, he has been looking for an opportunity to rebuild the system in the city, but he has never succeeded.

Most recently, he was on the verge of changing something, but he was ruthlessly thwarted by reality.

Nothing has changed, he almost died, having one of his arms broken and his right hand left with permanent sequelae.

Lawrence walked to a small river, and in the light rain, the surface of the river seemed to flow calmly, but it rippled all the time.

With cold eyes, he stared into the distance, staring at the city in the fog.

No one knew how much anger was suppressed under his calm expression.

He wants to change the city, for the justice he insists on.

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When justice begins to twist, it becomes sin.

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