Eden College School Infirmary.

Sister Ariel leaned against the head of the bed, a medical record in her hand, and pushed her glasses.

Someone on the bed winked innocently.

"Mr. Jiang, although you haven't been to the infirmary many times recently, the injuries you have suffered are getting worse and worse every time, what are you doing" The nun leaned down and looked at the girl on the bed seriously, "To be honest, God is watching." ”

"I said that if I accidentally fell down from the mountain, would you believe it," Jiang Muyin said with a little weakness. It was really a sinful act for him to lie.

"Forget it, so be it. I know you're a good boy and won't do those dangerous and dirty things, today is the time for you to be discharged from the hospital, and you can go out in the afternoon. Remember to take your medicine on time and not get hurt again. The nun stroked Jiang Muyin's face, and suddenly she pinched her tender white face.

Jiang Muyin felt some pain, but he didn't dodge it.

At noon, Jiang Ling came to pick him up, accompanied by this guy Mordred, and Ina originally wanted to come, but recently, the Earl of Dollsno, who had been preparing for the exam, began to forbid him to come out and fool around.

As for the accident a few days ago, I don't know, the professional department in the Duke's Palace has intervened in the investigation, but nothing has been found.

Mordred helped Jiang Muyin to get out of bed slowly, his current injury is really an old injury and a new injury, and he really won't get better in a few days.

Ariel opened a few bottles of nutrient solution for Jiang Muyin, this thing can be regarded as a medical supply, but only the Heavenly Holy Kingdom can produce and import, and reselling it privately will cause a major earthquake.

"Thank you, Ariel." Jiang Muyin could barely walk, and Sister Ariel was sitting behind her desk, she lit a cigarette and smoked silently, not looking like a nun.

"Sign and go." Sister Ariel pushed the medical records over, "This is to be signed." ”

Jiang Muyin took the medical record and signed his name in the electronic signature office.

"Tsk, I signed it quite seriously." Ariel smiled, just a little lightly.

Watching the three children walk out, Ariel sighed and lay down with her head up, and the chair automatically deformed into a chaise longe.

Recently, she was really tired, and finally determined that Duke Reswaite's shuttle was indeed the one that crashed on Canglan Star a few days ago, but the shuttle had been destroyed as a meteorite, and even a large piece of wreckage had not been found.

The inquisitors of the Inquisition stationed on the entire Canglan Star were all mobilized, and everyone was crazy to find the traces of Reswaite and the others, and no one believed that they would die there.

That's the technology in the hands of the top researchers of the Holy Country, even including genes, how could they die

The only possibility is where they are hiding, and this group of famously fearful Frankensteins will never expose themselves until they are sure that they are really safe.

The fifth vice president of the Inquisition had arrived at Canglan Star two days ago, accompanied by a group of elite inquisitors.

Recently, on the intelligence trading network on the Tianji Pavilion, the piece of information about the war between the two major sects has been copied to more than one billion, and once the transaction is successful, the price will increase several times.

The confidential secretaries of the Secretariat of the Papal Chamber kept an eye on this piece of information day and night, not to auction it, but to prevent it from being auctioned off.

The Pope allocated a large sum of money for this to prevent it from leaking out. Recently, the Satan church has been deliberately doing this kind of thing, and the practice is similar.

In Shangcheng District, Canglan City, in a relatively remote shop on Suit Street, Mu Qing customizes a suit here, and because his previous body was destroyed by Yan Ling, he now has to re-customize a fully customized black suit.

Alishan butterflies flutter in the shop, and the tailors are a little worried, for fear that the moths will get some dirt on their suits.

Although this suit shop is not big, it can be counted by all the hands that Canglan Star has the capital to spend here. More users come from all over the world, customers have their own holograms, and tailors measure by size. After the suit is made, it will be sent away by a courier company, and then all the customer's holographic information will be destroyed, which is also for the safety of customers.

And there are very few customers like this one who came directly to the store with two moths of unknown breed to order a fully customized suit.

"This guest, this is a schematic diagram of the costume we made for you temporarily, do you have any other requirements?" a tailor opened a hologram for Mu Qing to see if it was suitable.

In fact, when designing a fully customized suit, the tailors of this suit tailor shop will also consider the customer's own image and age, and of course, the key point is to ask the customer himself.

Mu Qing looked at it, his brows furrowed slightly, "It's good to wear a pure black suit, replace the buttons on the cuffs and collar, the golden one is not good, change it to black for me." The neckline is a little bigger, and then it is tucked up a little more, and the shirt is exposed a little less. ”

"Ahh

"Is there any problem?"

"No, no." The tailor wiped his sweat, the world is the biggest, and he can do what he asks, "The suit will be customized in seven days, please leave your address, and we will send it to you conveniently." ”

"Don't bother, I'll pick it up myself." Mu Qing straightened his clothes, this dress was bought for him by his subordinates, the size was not wrong, but it was not suitable for funeral.

Every Inquisitor of the Inquisition is to wear a black suit with a folding knife hidden in his cuff before his mission. This was the standard for the Inquisitors of the Inquisition before the verdict came.

They are both judges and mourners.

Mu Qing walked to the door, and suddenly turned his head and saw a pair of eyes on the stairs leading to the second floor, which were very bright, as if there was a bright knife hidden in them.

Mu Qing was surprised, he suddenly realized that he should be the contact point for not entering a Thorn Pavilion, and the owner of those eyes should be an assassin.

Before he knew everything, the Messianic Cult had fallen into an unprecedented trough on the Canglan Star, and he didn't want to clash with the Thorn Pavilion.

Mu Qing gestured towards the owner of those eyes, which was a symbol of friendship between the assassins. Mu Qing felt as if he had heard a shallow laugh, the voice was a little vague but somewhat familiar.

The eyes faded away, and the tailors seemed to be unaware and were still busy. A luminescent flew out of his sleeve, the light was suppressed, and it flew towards the staircase, and unsurprisingly the luminess was obliterated upon entering.

Mu Qing took the two moths back, turned around and opened the door without looking back and left here.

But the antique wood-framed glass door was covered with a layer of frost that locked the door. Mu Qing's pupils shrank, knowing that this battle was inevitable because of his own rashness.

Mu Qing slipped out of his sleeves with two daggers, held them back, and turned to face them.

Suddenly there was a sound of footsteps on the stairs, the clatter of high heels on the wooden steps.

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