"I, I really don't know what to say about you!" The middle-aged man pointed to the noses of the four and said angrily, "Five to two can still be killed by one, what did you eat to grow up?" ”

"Forget it, Mo Dan, put your mind right, they didn't know that there would be such an emergency, you might as well think about solving the problem in front of you compared to those headless fly-like rebel organizations."

The priest didn't even lift his eyelids, for he was sure that the person who could open the door of the church at this time would either be a starving beggar or a wanted man who had taken refuge from the wind and rain through the eaves, but the bloody hole in his head told him that the man was neither.

The man put away his gun and began to pray before God, although it did not seem sincere, the door opened again, and a young girl walked in, "Oh! If you don't suggest going home and praying, I'm going to work, Yonier. ”

The man shrugged away, the grass on the graves of many of the people who disturbed his prayers was three feet high, but this girl was a rare exception, he wouldn't kill the person he loved most, at least not yet.

The girl rudely knocked through the idol, and among the fragments of the idol was an inconspicuous tiny data storage chip, "Call it a day, go eat seafood noodles tonight." ”

"Don't you think pizza is a better choice? Dear Miss Brand, ”

Since witnessing the massacre in Wucheng, Mo An's insomnia has been completely cured, and he now knows very well that all he can do except protect his own life is to forgive himself, and there is no other way.

Just when he wanted to give himself a long vacation, the communicator urged him, he really couldn't understand why such a simple and crude murder case should find a senior agent like him, and the high-level didn't even understand the truth of killing chickens with a knife?

The reality is always a little unexpected, not to mention fingerprints in the small church known as the scene of the crime, it is difficult to find even a hair, the nearby camera is damaged, and the pistol has been silenced, which is undoubtedly another unsolved case for ordinary agents, but Mo An must have his reason for climbing to today's position, at least a fingerprint can be found on the inside of the church doorknob, which is not something anyone can do.

Mo An stared at the report, and his expression showed that insomnia was inevitable tonight.

Unil, male, age unknown, member of the Dawn Brotherhood, was killed in 2501.

Putting aside why this dead man can still commit crimes, the name Brotherhood of Dawn alone is creepy enough, no one knows when they were founded, and no one knows who the people in this organization are, they once slaughtered all the rulers in a consulate in the Imperial District and hung their heads with ropes in front of the consulate door, some people say that their killing methods would have to be at least five centimeters thick if they were written in a book, It is also said that they are no different from the madmen who only burn and loot, but it is always undeniable that since their leader was engulfed in fire, they have become history, or at least should be.

If normal people wouldn't want to go to the morgue on a cloudy night to admire the corpse, then Mo'an was definitely not normal, and the assistant Ravel yawned, she was used to being around this eccentric detective.

Even with more disinfectant water, it is difficult to hide the gloomy rotten atmosphere in the morgue, even the morgue of Emitton Hospital, the most luxurious in Queens, looks a little dilapidated, the dim light is accompanied by heavy footsteps, Mo An came to the door of the morgue, a thin layer of cold ice has accumulated on the door, it is not difficult to see that it has not been opened for a long time, the administrator did not dare to violate the ruling card on Mo An's chest and pressed the button, and the hatch slowly opened to reveal a piercing cold, The corpse that should have been lying inside was gone, leaving only a yellowed note.

"I revive in silence and witness the dawn."

The unique music of the nightclub tirelessly tortured the eardrums of the burning night, and the dizziness caused by a large amount of alcohol forced him to walk out of the door of the nightclub, I don't know when he fell in love with such a noisy environment, he struggled to wipe the corners of his mouth and vomit me, when he straightened up, he found that there was a man standing under the flickering street lamp not far away, the man had a gray-white beard with a full chin, and although he looked a little older, he was still not inferior to the burning night compared to his figure.

"Is that Mr. Burning Night?" The words in his ears made the wine of the burning night wake up half, and the person who can know his name will not exceed three digits in the whole world, but the man in front of him he has never seen "Can you borrow a step to speak?" ”

"No problem, no problem borrowing a few steps." The brain paralyzed by alcohol will more or less produce an inexplicable self-confidence, and the burning night believes that the man in front of him will not plot against him, at least not from the physiognomy.

"Alright, Brand, get ready to jump."

"Huh?" The problem was still stuck in his throat, and the deserted street in front of Burning Night was replaced by a room with a blinding white wall.

The man pushed a chair in front of Burning Night and motioned for him to sit down, "Mr. Burning Night, if you don't mind, I'll make a long story short." ”

"It's for the best."

"You're in a branch of the Brotherhood of Dawn, and I'm sure you know what that means."

"Meaning... I don't have my hot coffee? ”

"Oh, yes, we'll let you go back soon, and before that we need to make a deal with you, because we're understaffed and can't do too much, and we need you to go to a prison called Abyss to rescue our members."

"The good thing is that I can unlock an achievement called Friends of the Brotherhood?"

"The good thing is that I can help you get back some of your memories."

Scorching Night rarely put away the hanging child, the strictness of the Abis Prison is even worse than that of the military base, and it is difficult to blatantly enter and bring people out.

The corners of the man's mouth raised slightly, as if he had already settled on the burning night, "I know your difficulties, don't worry, we will send a member to assist you." ”

"Just one?"

"Just one." The man snapped his fingers, and the door of the room slowly opened, and in came a little girl who was only one hundred and fifty centimeters tall, although her face was hidden under the mask, but looking at the mask burning night, he could conclude that he had definitely seen this little girl.

"Alas~ Let's talk about how to help me recover my memory first." Burning Night casually pushed the vacant chair next to him in front of the girl, "You're standing, I'm nervous.. Sit down, Lockspirit. (The Lockwraith appears in Chapter 7 and previously served in the Arnospendre squad.) ）