Arthur Jean's 12th arrondissement and the 13th arrondissement of Chinatown, where the Chinese populate, are separated by only one Seine.

But the separation of a river is enough to make the two districts show a huge difference.

Compared to the prosperity of the 13th arrondissement, the 12th arrondissement is more like a retirement home.

In fact, the 12th arrondissement is also a famous traditional residential area in the city of flowers, and at night, it is almost quiet and lacks vitality.

The streets of Barcelona are especially the most numerous.

Under the pick-up of people sent by Kiplin, Chang Dong came to the streets of Barçaromu, looking at the empty streets, he suddenly had the feeling of meeting Zhou Yuancheng last time.

He shook his head, told his men to wait outside, stood alone in front of the door, and knocked on the door.

"Kiprin Benedict finally has a little brain, and knows how to send a foreigner, but you go back and tell him that his ant has a bigger brain, even if he grows a little, it's shit!"

The door was open, but the security chain was still fastened.

At the extreme stretch of the safety chain, a pale middle-aged male face was revealed, with red eyes and a dry mouth.

After saying that, he slammed the door shut.

To be honest, Chang Dong, who was sprayed with blood, was sprayed with blood before the formal communication began, was simply confused.

He took a step back, looked at the license plate, knocked on the door again, and said, "I'm not from Kiplin!" ”

He knew Arthur Jean was still behind the door.

At this time, Chang Dong spoke French very fluently.

This linguistic ability comes from Kiplin's gift, a firefly of memory.

"Squeak!"

The door was opened again, and Arthur Jean sneered through the safety chain: "Okay, what excuse are you going to change this time?" The promise of eternal life that transformed me into a lich? Then my heart, do I have to leave it to Kiprin for safekeeping? Well? ”

As he spoke, Arthur Jean raised his hand impatiently and waved it down again: "Put away your lame lies, what lich, undead?" It's all bullshit! I'll warn you one last time, harass me again, and be careful that I release all your information! ”

After that, smack! The gate was closed again.

Chang Dong was stunned.

, no wonder Kiplin recommended this person to him, his feelings have been deceived into "wolf", and he doesn't trust him anymore?

But does this man really have what Kiplin said?

Well, Kiprin shouldn't dare to lie to him on such a big matter, after all, the monk can't run the temple.

After thinking about it, Chang Dong's heart moved, and the two spirit urns flew out in turn!

One was the Celestial Eye Urn, which passed through the security door and into Arthur Jean's body.

One is the plague suppression urn, it quietly bloomed at the feet of Arthur Jean, when Arthur noticed it, suddenly the light burst out, a spirit urn composed of countless secret texts, slowly levitating, surrounding Arthur to show the magic of the way of the talisman.

This scene was fully watched by Arthur Jean because of the Heavenly Eye Spiritual Urn.

His eyes widened in astonishment, not waiting for him to have too many thoughts!

These mysterious runes that swirled around him suddenly retracted, enveloping him and merging into his body.

For a while, his senses could clearly perceive that even painkillers could not suppress the pain and quietly retreated, and the ensuing feeling of comfort made him stunned on the spot!

It took him a moment before he slammed the door open.

Because of the safety chain, the gate could only be opened by ten centimeters, but this did not hide the excitement and curiosity in his eyes.

"Can you let me in and sit down?" Chang Dong smiled, thinking, Lao Tzu can't cure you?

Arthur's lips quirmed, "Of course, if this isn't a short-lived hallucination?" ”

With that, he finally reluctantly pulled off the safety chain and opened the door.

Chang Dong stepped into it and looked at it curiously.

Probably terminally ill, Arthur's residence was extremely messy, and although the space was large, the floor was full of things, dirty clothes, smelly shoes, cigarette butts, and pizza boxes, which was a garbage dump.

Facing Chang Dong's scrutinizing gaze, Arthur didn't care: "You should know that for seriously ill patients like us, except for life and death, everything else has lost its meaning. ”

"Understandable."

"You said you're not from Kiplin, so if my guess is correct, you're a rare demon hunter, right?"

"Demon hunters?"

Arthur shrugged: "The title I named according to the film and television works is the one who hunts the spirit, well, well, the spirit hunter may be more appropriate, but language is an art, or is the demon hunter more catchy, what do you think?" ”

"Not how?"

"Why?"

"I've seen with my own eyes what you call demon hunters and devils mingling."

"Oh well, the world is never black and white." It was probably the disappearance of physical ailments that made Arthur full of vitality.

"By the way, how do you tell I'm a demon hunter?"

"Simple, there is a meter box on the left side of the entrance, I noticed that when you walked in, you got very close, Kiplin wouldn't, he would subconsciously pull away, even if he invaded Kiplin's body."

"Oh, you can tell Kiplin isn't Kiplin?" Chang Dong came to be interested.

"Of course, I have studied his behavior patterns and built a personality model for him, and unfortunately he is changing much faster than I imagined, even if it is death, it should not make people completely transformed, especially a few close encounters."

"Good eyesight!"

"It's my ability to eat."

When Chang Dong said this, he had already walked into the living room.

Arthur's living room is interesting, there is no TV here, and the TV wall has been replaced by a chalkboard with information plastered on it, which is very messy.

But after just a few glances, Chang Dong found an abnormality, which was almost all about reports of various supernatural events.

If it seems to outsiders, I am afraid that Arthur is a supernatural enthusiast, or is looking for hidden clues inside.

But Chang Dong had already learned from Kiplin's mouth that Arthur relied on these supernatural events and a little bit of breath from Kiplin's mouth to deduce all the characteristics of the spirit.

Very scary person.

"I'm not a demon hunter." Chang Dong Road.

"Huh? The third category? Arthur's eyes lit up.

Chang Dong turned his face and looked puzzled.

"That's what I've created, and I think the third category should be a combination of demon hunters and spirits, and this kind of person should be very, very rare, no, I didn't even find a case, just made a hypothesis through some very trivial clues."

"You're right, I'm pretty much the third category of what you call it."

"I'm curious, what was that trick you just made? Did it heal me? Arthur gestured at the plague charm that had just emerged from under his feet.

"Nope."

"Just pain?" Arthur couldn't wait to ask this, and there was a clear flash of disappointment in his eyes.

"No, it's not." Chang Dong teased: "It's called the Plague Suppression Spirit Ring, well, you can understand that it can curb your disease and stop it from spreading and worsening." ”

"If your cancer didn't spread, if you were a little younger and could afford enough chemotherapy, this coffin might have saved your life, but now, it can only prolong your life at best."

"Oh, you shouldn't tell me that, if it was Kiplin, he would have told me that my illness was cured, or with continued treatment, it would slowly get better."

Chang Dong smiled when he heard this, his eyes swept Arthur's blackboard, carefully looked at every line on it, and said after a while: "You are a smart person, and it is too expensive to lie to a smart person." ”

Arthur was not a little proud, he looked at Chang Dong's side face seriously and said, "Can I understand that you told the truth because you have other solutions?" ”

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