"God called the light day, and the darkness night. There was evening and there was morning, and this was the first day. ”

- Old Testament: Genesis

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The apostles are disgusting, as if they were carriers of their own pathogens. They have made the heavens collapse, the beauty of Eden shattered, the eighteen layers of purgatory, and the deepest underworld, as if they could not contain their sins.

Sitting in the hovering train, on the faces of ordinary people who looked exhausted from flies and dogs, Luo Wei could not see the slightest sympathy for Samen Lefu and those apostolic students. "Ah, finally." Perhaps, this is their initial reaction when they see the news.

"The Apostolic College doesn't seem to be safe anymore." Luo Wei stroked Luo Yan's head, and little Lori was still so sleepy.

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The entire Silver World Apostle Training Hall was filled with investigators in IBDC coats, or vigilantes in PD-D coats, rushing to everything - the traces left by the mysterious gang. The silver and yellow striped cordon on the perimeter separates the training hall from the rest of the world.

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Bai Lan squatted in front of Samon Lefou's corpse, carefully observing every place. IBDC also recorded a copy of the video data recorded by the phantom ability of the Chronicle.

Behind Bai Lan, a man wearing white rubber gloves, a scruffy beard, and a sloppy appearance like Bai Lan walked over.

"Bai Lan, this group of people is like a 'shadow apostle'."

Bai Lan turned her body and glanced at the man's feet.

"The underground forces that specialize in assassinations?"

The man behind Bai Lan lit a cigarette and spat out a circle of smoke, with superb skills.

"Chen Hongming!" Bai Lan looked at the cigarette, smelled the smoke, and felt that his lungs were crawling with 10,000 long-legged insects—stepping on and stepping on his lungs.

"You want?" A long, thin silver pickle between the man's fingers.

"No, no," Bai Lan tugged at her neckline, "Get out, Lao Tzu is handling the case!" ”

"Damn, I don't like to hear this, is Lao Tzu here to accompany you on an outing?"

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The real stronghold of the organization has not yet been discovered by the Apostolic Crime Investigation (IBDC), and the members of the organization are clearly hierarchical, with a clear division of labor, and a pyramid structure. Except for the code name, even its insiders have difficulty knowing the real names of others. He destroyed a certain martial arts organization that was also an assassination organization, in order to seize the martial arts it used for assassination. The members have mastered superb assassination skills, and almost all of them have [shadow] holy powers, and their fingerprints and palm prints have been worn off or destroyed. The organization has a worldwide footprint that specializes in assassination missions issued by the dark web.

Even if he had seen it many times before, Bai Lan still called up the little information he had organized and checked it again.

Bai Lan had chocolate in her mouth, and the bittersweet slurry melted into her esophagus, and her craving for cigarettes calmed down a lot. Bai Lan's right foot subconsciously and quickly patted her toes, obviously, the addiction that had accumulated in her brain over time still didn't seem to be so easy to quit.

"So, shouldn't the Shadow Apostles be the real behind-the-scenes organization, someone, hired them? Then, this lineup is really luxurious, there are so many famous shadow apostles, is it the entire Star Branch... The cost of hiring a Shadow Apostle is not cheap, is the behind-the-scenes organization rich, or is there an unknown and huge exchange of interests with the Shadow Apostle? Bai Lan drew circles on the ground, and the dust made the circle marks more obvious.

"So many Jing'an Street Apostles seem to be capturing living creatures, but why, only Samen Lefu Fuller, wants to hire the Shadow Apostles to kill them? Dean Fuller, what else does it mean to them, so that they must die? Bai Lan took out a piece of chocolate from her pocket again, took a small bite, and chewed it.

After muttering for a while, Bai Lan said to herself, "The death of Samen Lefu will bring changes to the Silver World Apostle Academy; And his death seems to bring benefits to the people behind the scenes - the point of overlap has been found..."The silver tin foil of the chocolate was crumpled into a ball by Bai Lan and thrown into his own pocket.

Suddenly, Chen Jingzhu ran over from another crime scene in the Apostle Training Hall-

"Bai Lan, the registered apostle on Jing'an Street, just now began to disappear again!"

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The Apostolic College was closed for three days. Three days later, on the southern slope of Yanshan, the No. 3 National Cemetery Park, countless mourners dressed in pure black came here. In front of the gathering place of mourners, a pitch-black coffin sits flat. Inside the coffin, there was a serene old man lying quietly, holding a white starry bouquet in his hand. The white flower stood in front of his chest, as if he was wishing—wishing himself to rest in peace, and wishing the living peace.

A cold rain fell from the gloomy sky, and the clouds drifted, and the gray and white clouds intertwined into mourning flowers.

"Get out of the coffin." The pastor said.

The coffin was slowly lowered. The deep pit of the earth, just enough to hold it, with him.

The first mourner stepped forward, put down the black umbrella in his hand, picked up a shovel, and added the first handful of autumn moist soil to the black coffin. What kind of mourning will accompany the old man with that handful of soil.

The relatives, friends, and students who would add soil to the old dean were lined up in a long black line, extending to the bottom of the mountain, with no end in sight. The black umbrella, like a black Kong Ming lantern - along the hillside, as if gradually rising into the sky, wishes and prays for those who have gone to another world.

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Rowe returned to campus with a black corsage pinned to his chest in his school uniform.

The palm-sized leaves of the French plane tree, the tips gradually turn golden, and the leaves begin to become crunchy. The autumn wind in the north has begun to take on a biting bite, and it hits people's faces with a sense of stiffness.

Fang Shi looked at the leaves that were blown by the wind and fluttered in the gray and black sky, and felt a little uncomfortable. Even if Mr. Samen Lefu usually does not have a strong presence in the academy, when he really leaves, there seems to be a different atmosphere everywhere in the academy. That atmosphere, no longer warm, no longer free.

On the boulevard, Fang Shi's tall body passed through the passing students, and finally, he stopped in front of Luo Wei. Everyone wore a black corsage on their chests, and Fang Shi was no exception.

"Let's be the manager of the team." Fang Shi said calmly and concisely.

Luo Wei raised his head slightly, looking at Fang Shi suspiciously, he couldn't think of a reason why Fang Shi said this to him. Not to mention that he has no experience as a manager, he is not suitable in terms of personality and knowledge - he is neither a meticulous person nor a knowledgeable person who can not help a team.

"I don't have any particular reason, I just think you might be a good fit." Fang Shi didn't say much, missed Luo Wei, and left in the other direction on his own.

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The autumn light is always a little lacking, and the light from the windows of the conference room is always a little tired and dark. In the conference room, eleven people sat at a glass conference table with a semicircle at both ends and a rectangular shape in the middle.

The tea in the cup is hot, and in the amber tea, the tea stalk floats from the bottom, like a deep pool, floating dead wood. Busts of the previous deans hang on one wall, neatly and solemnly. The one on the far side is obviously newly hung, and the color of the wooden frame is still brighter.

"Heh, the old man with braided Hu is also framed in the second dimension." In the dreary, silent conference room, a faint voice came from the backlit seats. Apparently, the voice came from a gag daredevil. However, those who sit like sculptures, each with their own subtle postures, are clearly not surprised. This is clearly in line with his usual uninteresting, prickly and caustic style.

Ji Zi's elbow was propped up on the conference table, and he was tearing the petals of a black flower in his hand. The petals fell on the table, and Ji Ci's hand gradually left only a bare, ball-like receptacle, and a few yellowish calyxes.

There was still a stagnant silence in the conference room.

"Let's decide, how long do you want to stay?" Ji Zi threw down the corsage he was playing with boredly, and fell back in the soft chair, stretching as if no one was around.

"Can you be serious?!" Huang Yun's agar-like hand tapped the table and gestured.

"It's serious, me." Ji Ci half supported his cheek with one hand, took out his pocket watch with the other, and began to shake it in front of his eyes, his mouth imitating the sound of the hour hand moving - "Tick, tick..."

The man who was full of muscles and gray hair, like a mountain and like an iron tower on the mountain, sat straight in a soft chair, spoke: "It's time to decide, after all, Mr. Samen Lefu has indeed left, and this cannot be changed." If we don't make a decision today, the day after tomorrow, the higher authorities will directly send down an airborne personnel, and it will be more difficult for us to control at that time, so - vote. ”

For the rest, you look at me, and I'll look at you.

Huang Yun glanced at the sturdy man with gray hair and said, "Okay, no matter what, it's up to us to start voting for candidates first." I'll vote for you, the Wisdom of the Mountain. ”

"The Bright of the Mountain." Ji Zi slumped in the chair, his tone was lazy and weak, raised his hand, and said.

The sturdy man glanced at Huang Yun and Ji Zi, shook his head slightly, and said, "I'm not very suitable for the management of a school, I'll vote for you, Huang Yun." ”

Huang Yun frowned and said, "You know, I'm a neutral faction, I can't participate in the control of an academy, I won't fight for power." This position is either yours or Su Libu's, only you have this qualification in this academy, but Su Libu's physical condition is very poor, and it is impossible for him to go out of the mountain again. ”

"Sister Huang Yun." A tall and thin young man with a gentle smile who looked to be in his thirties moved his seat forward slightly.

Huang Yun looked at him with a questioning expression.

"Well, there are two more people who haven't arrived. You forget, this year, they are just qualified, and they all have more than 12 years of teaching experience. The man's smile kept on his face.

Somehow, the atmosphere in the conference room suddenly became heavier.

Huang Yun stared at the man for a long time and said, "Although, the 'Apostle of the Balance' will always end up leaning towards one side - either the traditional or the hawkish. But since its establishment, the school has been under the control of the 'moderate apostles', and this is the tradition of this school, which has never changed. Those hawkish teachers have never been qualified by successive principals to enter the management team. ”

The man was still smiling, his slender fingers tapped the conference table, and said, "Sister Huang Yun, but it's not, isn't the principal here... He didn't nominate candidates during his lifetime, and he didn't limit who couldn't attend the internal election meeting, right? As long as we have the qualifications on paper, shouldn't we consider it? ”

All eyes were on him.

"After all, we are the 'scales'. If there is always only one tray with weights on it, and the other one is always empty, then aren't we always crooked? So—what else do we need to do? The man's thin face was smiling.

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