“…… Uncooked? ”

Philo habitually wanted to smoke from the cigarette case, of course, she soon realized that the occasion was not quite right, she was now in the hall in public, smoking was a dead act, so Philo quickly gave up and stuffed his hand back into his pocket. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

She said with a slight sarcasm: "But to be honest, I think I still have a lot of fate with you, otherwise I wouldn't have met you on your first day of school." ”

"What the hell are you trying to say?"

Nicol became more and more suspicious, and he was a little unhappy in his heart, Philo's current behavior made people feel a little strange, and it was not ordinary eccentric, this person had secretly observed himself before, and his own behavior was also very strange.

"Hahaha, you really realized what happened to me." Philo smiled rarely, his beautiful ice-blue eyes staring at Nicol. She has been secretly looking at Nicol these days, and Nicol knows that there is a chill in Philo's gaze, not because he is holding any romance, but because of other reasons, he is eyeing himself.

"I know you're investigating Shiavia, isn't it?"

"I don't quite understand what you're talking about, and I don't want to know ......"

Nicol sensed Philo's burning gaze and avoided it, and he quickly left the gym without saying hello to the girl.

He went straight out the door and began to move in the direction of Father Pab's house.

This time, he wanted to get some information from Father Pab.

He believed that he could pry the old man's mouth open, even if he did it by some means.

And just as he left the gym with his front foot, Philo stared at the departing Nicol with indifferent eyes.

"He, it shouldn't be clear, he himself has reached the point of great disaster......

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"That's the case, based on the alerts we received from the Spanish police, there should be some connection between the two cases......"

"So, how to deal with the follow-up problems, after all, the immigration bureau ......"

"It's better to be cautious."

"We, in fact, warned each other at the beginning, but they didn't seem to accept it."

"Hmm...... This is indeed a problem as well. Federal laws are not useful at this time, so we have to ......"

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Nicol finally made it to Father Pab's mansion. …… The old man was watering the potted plants under the eaves and tending to the lawn outside the mansion, and when Nicol appeared outside the door, his whole face sank.

"It's you, why are you here?!"

"I'm sorry, Mr. Bob, I'm going to get some news about Sylvia from your mouth anyway."

Nicol walked into the mansion where Father Pab had been living and whispered to him in a deep voice: "Mr. Barb, no, Father Pab, my real name is not Frederick, it is a pseudonym I used to hide my eyes, my real name is Nicholas. Bucklet, and I, are Sylvia's friends in the past...... At least, by all indications, I do know her......"

Suddenly, the old man's face became solemn.

"It's been so long, why did you come here on purpose......

"I'm sorry, because I've been missing for a while, I don't even have a memory of the past, and when I came back here, something happened, and I believe God was guiding me here......"

In dealing with such former religious people, Nicol did not hesitate to put on the name of God. …… Although, he didn't believe in God at all.

I don't know if it persuaded the old man, but he finally agreed to reveal some information to Nicol.

"Sit down, do you want something to drink?"

"No need."

Nicol wanted to say if he wanted some coffee, but seeing that the old man was on the table full of all kinds of alcoholic beverages, he voluntarily gave up.

Father Pab, sitting in another chair, opposite Nicol, poured himself a glass of brandy.

"You must have found something when you came to me."

"Yes, I may have felt something under the influence of some supernatural forces, but I can't explain the details......"

"Whew! That's exactly ......."

Father Barb let out a long breath, his eyes filled with a look of decadence.

"Father, you must know something!"

"No, I'm not a priest anymore, you should call me Mr. Barb."

Father Barb poured himself a mouthful of brandy, and Nicol noticed that his hand holding the glass was still trembling slightly.

"You've discovered something in the past, too."

"Don't worry, I'll tell you everything, but first I want to ask a question. That's how you can't really lose your memory......"

"Yes, I don't remember the past."

Nicol recounted his experience in detail. When Father Pab heard this, he sighed with emotion.

"I see...... So, I'm going to get started, but there's one more thing to emphasize, and that's Nicol, do you believe in the existence of demons? ”

"Demons?!"

Ni pressed his fingers to his chin and pondered.

I have even seen Sylvia's ghost, so the existence of a "demon" that is more ridiculous than a ghost should be accepted as a matter of course.

"It's a little weird, but it's still acceptable......"

He smiled bitterly: "I've experienced all the bizarre things, and then even if you say that there are vampires, werewolves, Frankensteins, and Martians in this world, I will believe it." ”

"Haha, I don't know if there are any of those. However, demons do exist, but most of them are spiritual, so they have no physical existence in reality......"

"And these demons come to the human world, and the only thing they desire is the human body, and they want to occupy the human body and take the soul of the human being."

"Wait a minute, I don't understand, I remember that the main purpose of demons is not to take the souls of humans?"

"That's pretty much what you say. However, the human soul is protected by the flesh created by God, and no matter how powerful the demon is, it cannot harm a healthy human being, on the contrary, if a person is defective, then it is possible for the demon to take over the body, and finally exhaust everything and take all the ......"

At this time, Father Pab took out a large number of ancient books from the shelves of his house, which were religious books, and recorded all kinds of religious and magical messages, which were painted in ancient pen and ink in the form of magic circles and demons. (To be continued.) )