"Find a chance to kill that kid named James, no one but him can tell us that we're selling DMT19."

In order to cover up the family's drug trafficking, Kidd. Ackerman will do whatever it takes to kill the only young man who has revealed the existence of DMT19 - James.

If it weren't for Ackerman's close ties to the "Order" and the help of big people behind his back, most of the members of the family would probably have gone to prison and been sentenced to hundreds of years in prison.

"Kill that kid, this matter is over, Hyde, you're not too young, it's time to come back home, I'm going to hand over some of the family's business to you......"

Kyd. Ackerman said earnestly: "It was my fault to be snubbed in the past, but you also need to prove that you are a member of the Ackerman family, and I will leave this matter to you." ”

He shoved the pistol into Hyde's hand, and Hyde's face turned pale, and he was at a loss for what to do.

When he left the office with a dejected face, Kidd, who sat back on the couch, secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

"So, Lord Arwen, the matter has been done according to your instructions, can you ...... next?"

He pulled out a pair of mobile phones and whispered into them. From the mobile phone, a voice came out that could not hear the difference between men and women.

"Kidd, it's an honor to be a 'sacrifice', and it will bring us closer to the source of our skills."

"However, he is actually my child, my own flesh and blood...... I—I can't do that......"

"Shut up, do you have a choice?"

The voice shouted harshly, "The Order's orders are absolute, don't let me down, Kidd. Ackerman. ”

Toot!

A blind tone ended the call, and Kidd. Ackerman's phone fell to the ground, and a look of determination appeared on his face.

………………

In the middle of the night, Knicks limped open the door to the refrigerator, and he was now in his home, and the sound of boring shopping advertisements came from the TV in the living room. This made him more and more irritable.

After returning from Custer three days ago, Knicks had an inexplicable leg injury, and he couldn't figure out when he was injured, according to the doctor, it was some kind of traumatic infection, so he stayed at home and rested more than he went out.

"Damn, there's no time to train that way."

The Knicks' grades are not very good, the ACT and SAT scores are mediocre, and it is estimated that he will not be able to go to community college, and his family background is average. Getting his parents to pay for his school is a big problem.

But the Knicks also have his strengths, his physical fitness is excellent, he has a chance to be accepted into college as a sports student, he has played many sports since he was a child, baseball, judo, now wrestling, and he has also participated in some high school events, and his grades are not bad. So he has plans to do that too.

He plans to go to several NCAA universities in the near future to interview and apply, and if he is lucky, he will have the opportunity to become a member of the varsity team of one university. So. Not only can the tuition fee be reduced, but there is also a credit system award, and it would be great if you could get a scholarship.

But at this important time, he injured one of his legs, which caused him to spend a lot of time recuperating and put his next training activities on hold.

He took out the iced milk from the glass bowl from the fridge. Then pour it into your mouth desperately.

It was at this time that the Knicks heard strange noises.

"Is this the sound of dripping? Is the water in the bathroom not turned off? ”

Nicks was a little puzzled, he had just taken a shower, and the water should have been turned off, but where did the sound come from now.

He walked unhurriedly into the bathroom. But the moment his feet stepped on the threshold, the void changed, and Nicks was dumbfounded, and he found himself inexplicably in a damp, dark, and eerie bathroom.

It's one of those old-fashioned bathrooms, with no lights, only a crack peeking through barbed wire-closed iron windows, and darkness envelops the area.

"How can this be, back here?"

Nicks' teeth chattered, he knew what this place was, this was the Holy Child Orphanage, he had always thought it was just a dream, but he didn't expect this dream to appear in reality again.

"Is this really the Holy Child's Almshouse, am I still dreaming?" He tugged at his face, reaffirming that it was the real world.

"It's here again!"

The first time he came to this world, the Knicks also appeared in this position. Isn't it like a game, going back to square one every time you re-enter.

Nix shuddered in his heart, and he thought about it, that terrible monster - Adosi. Talisac, who ambushed him nearby at first, honestly...... He hadn't encountered the monster head-on, but he had seen his shadow and knew that he had been hiding behind him.

That terrifying atmosphere still lingers in his heart to this day, just as nightmares in the middle of the night often leave a trace in the early morning.

And now, this old dream has been awakened!

A figure emerged from the dirty tiled wall that lay on the bathroom wall, a shadow hiding behind Knicks, and it was closing in on Knicks.

………………

"It's not a joke, it's all true."

When James returned home, he shut himself up in the house. He kept looking through the documents and materials he borrowed from the library, turned on several computers, and kept collecting relevant information from the Internet.

"Sure enough, sure enough, it wasn't a dream, it happened, oh my God, what the hell did we go through......"

He never imagined that something would happen to him and his friends, and more importantly, Ruth, who had nothing to do with it, also disappeared for this reason, and James may have been a playful and shallow-minded man, but he was not a wicked man, and it was difficult not to feel guilty about it.

When he returned safely from the Custer incident, he devoted himself wholeheartedly to the investigation, investigating the diary in his hand, which was most likely Adosi. Items from Talisac. The diary contains information about the occult and the recipes for refining some secret medicines.

…… No, and not only that, but the diary also records untold secrets in an extremely secretive way.

"Steganography, I've almost forgotten even the most basic way of reading this occult work."

Surprisingly, James inadvertently deciphered an important piece of information from the diary, relying on what is known as steganography, a cryptographic technique created by Trittmius of Sponheim Abbey. And James suddenly thought of this in a flash of inspiration, and quickly cracked some incomprehensible parts of the text. (To be continued......)