When I got home, Bello wanted to slap myself twice, Cui Jasmine's family is a big businessman, so it should be okay to borrow some money, right? You should try it first, and when you come out of the Public Security Bureau in a while, you will ask Cui Jasmine first.

Time is a very interesting thing, it has existed since the dawn of the world. But it is not a concept of nature, but a concept created by intelligent life to measure the changes in the natural world.

Time is a standard measure of the change in an object.

When Bello entered the dream again, it seemed that the dream was maintained in a certain state, unlike before, which had deteriorated over time.

Entering the dream world this time, Bello found that he had a clear schoolbag in his dark dream world. Officially, the cloth bag he used to go to night school. The appearance of this thing in the dream world has no effect on Bello, what Belo wants to appear in the dream world most is a sword, and now he is practicing the "Red Moon Sword Technique". If there is no sword, what is it called swordsmanship? It's a pity that I don't know how the dream thing is manifested, and Belo can't force it.

Bello, who entered the dream again, still practiced the "Red Moon Swordsmanship", and after practicing it several times, he went to find the figure of the mask killer to make a move. The shadow of this mask killer went back and forth to the few hits that attacked Bello that day, the fluorescent dark device was transmitted, the ghost claw scythe in his left hand, even sweeping and grabbing, and the short dagger in his right hand stabbed and stabbed. It's very simple, and it's very effective with the super speed of the Assassins. This time, in the dream world, Bello found that he was able to dodge the attack of the mask killer to a certain extent.

At most, he could dodge once or twice out of ten, which made Belo vaguely feel that he was getting stronger. I don't know if it's the credit of the "Red Moon Swordsmanship" or the credit of the "Fish Soup".

The more he fought with the Mask Killer, the more he felt that he had escaped from the Mask Killer at that time, and that he was luckier than winning the jackpot in the lottery ticket.

In fact, Bello ignores a problem, in the external environment, once something threatens him, his consciousness will be the first to perceive, and "keen intuition" will make him feel the threat for the first time, so he can start to subconsciously do evasive actions before the threat arises. In the dream space, there is no sense of threat, and he can't use the ability of "keen intuition", and he only relies on his own nervous reaction to dodge, and of course his ability is greatly reduced.

The "keen intuition" of the dream space only had a subtle effect when he practiced the sword pose.

Being able to dodge the Mask Killer's killer moves without using "sharp intuition" is an extraordinary improvement.

When Bello woke up from the dream, it was still not dawn, and the huge red moon had sunk in the west. I don't know where the rooster is crowing one after another. And if you don't stop screaming, you have to make your throat hoarse.

Bello got up from his bed, picked up the barrel and went to the street, went to the perennial canal, and fetched two buckets of water. It stands to reason that people who have nightmares at night will wake up mentally exhausted. Bello didn't feel that way at all. He carried the water to the house and began to wash.

While washing, Bello made a plan for his itinerary for the day.

The plan of the year lies in the spring, and the plan of the day lies in the morning, and Bello, who is a man of two lives, understands this very well, and if there is no planning and no arrangement, a lot of time will be wasted.

He now has two goals, the first goal is to solve the curse problem on himself, and the second goal is to earn money. The second of these two goals is to solve the problem of the first. At the end of the day, the main purpose is one, to live!

After washing up, Bello didn't cook first, but stood in the small courtyard and began to practice the "Red Moon Swordsmanship" in the real world. There was no long sword, so he took a wooden stick in his hand, about four catties, and this wooden stick should be about the same weight as the long sword.

After posing in a starting pose that he had practiced countless times in his dreams, Bello felt that the experience in the real world and the dream world was still very large. In the dream world, there is no need to consider the body's ability to bear it, nor do you need to consider the soreness and deformation of muscles over time.

After practicing for a while, Bello discovered the use of that pot of fish soup. When the muscles are sore, even if you eat a bowl of soup and meat, you will be full of energy, and Bello practiced the "Red Moon Sword Technique", and he could vaguely feel a stream of heat running around in his body. Bello was surprised and delighted by this discovery. So he became more and more addicted to the training of swordsmanship.

It wasn't until the third day of the day that Bello woke up from his slumber, and by this time he was already sweating profusely. So he washed his face with water and went to the security bureau as agreed. As he walked, he groaned, savoring the swordsmanship he had just practiced, but what he was most interested in was the heat flow that appeared in his body, could it be that this was the "Dihe" mentioned in the sword style?

As soon as I arrived at the Public Security Bureau, I saw people coming and going at the door from a distance, and there were many people involved in this kind of power organization, and there were many people coming and going every day.

The Public Security Bureau is a small two-story building, and it is also a house that is some years old, the outside is crawling with rattan, and two small flower ponds are built with bricks on both sides of the door, and there are some golden phoenixes inside.

Walking to the door of the security bureau, Bello realized that something was wrong, and the sheriffs who came and went showed a solemn look on their faces. After entering the door, I saw that the sheriff inside was busy, but no one made a sound, and the whole atmosphere was very depressing.

Bello was at the door of a sheriff who was excerpting papers, and asked Humpty Dumpty where sheriff was. It may be that this short and fat sheriff is more distinctive, as soon as Belo mentioned it, the sheriff pointed in one direction and motioned to Bello's small department to look for it.

Bello arrives at the department and finds the Humpty Sheriff sitting behind his desk with a serious face looking at something.

Hearing the door open, Sheriff Humpty Dumpty looked up and saw that it was Bello, so he handed over a piece of paper and whispered, "Hurry up and write, and leave after writing!"

"What's so tense?" Bello asked quietly in a low voice, infected by the atmosphere.

"Big case!" Humpty Dumpty Sheriff swept left and right, saw no one, and motioned for Bello to close the door. "Fourteen died last night!Fourteen! It's too bad!" Humpty Dumpty Sheriff seemed a little nervous, and only confiding in him could ease his stress. "According to eyewitnesses, it's a masked killer! That's right! The mask they described...... It's the same as Nai's mask tattoo!Nai tell me, if they have anything to do with it!" The short, fat and black sheriff was really scared, he had seen the pattern of Bello's heart. If Bello wants to be in league with the killer, wouldn't he be very dangerous?

"How many times have I said it, I'm not a tattoo, I'm hurt by them, okay? It's a curse! You quickly tell the person in charge, I'm the clue!" Bello looked angry, and the look on the face of the short and fat sheriff was a little more relaxed, but he still had a "I believe in your evil" expression.

"Why did they kill Nai, but it's still a child, okay!" Humpty Dumpty Sheriff hesitated, now normal people would not think that Bello and those killers are a gang, how can any killer swagger to the Sheriff's Bureau to find someone at such a moment when he has finished killing? This kind of provocative behavior against the regime, unless it is stupid, or has another purpose, a group of people will not do this.

"Brother, didn't you see it yesterday? That guy attacked me at that time, and he clearly wanted to kill me! I said for a long time, but you didn't believe me. ”

"How do I know Nai is telling the truth!, and if you play tricks on me, I'm not going to lose a lot!" said Sheriff Humpty Dumpty, who began to believe what Bello had said yesterday. After all, yesterday he had seen from afar that the guy was indeed fighting with Bello with a weapon. Although he didn't see the other party's mask clearly. If he had seen the mask yesterday, he would have gone to the head of the Sheriff's Bureau as soon as possible.

Humpty Sheriff's face changed uncertainly for a moment, and finally made a decision.

"Let's go! Follow me to see the team leader!" This time, the director of the Public Security Bureau personally took command and set up a special task force, and the director of the bureau also served as the team leader. Except for witnesses who knew that the perpetrator was wearing a mask, nothing else was known. As a result, the bureau is under a lot of pressure.

Humpty Dumpty Sheriff dragged Bello to the second floor, knocked on the door of an office to the east, and dragged Bello inside. As soon as Bello entered the door, he coughed, and the office was full of smoke, and there were three people inside, muffled and silent, smoking cigarettes in their hands.

Facing the door was a huge desk, a middle-aged man with a clear face sat behind the desk, saw the short and fat sheriff enter the door, didn't seem to expect it, stunned for a moment, and asked in a deep voice: "Bonet, what's the matter!"

The two people who were smoking in the guest chair near the wall next to them did not look at the short and fat sheriff, and still smoked with their heads down.

"Chief, case, I have a clue!" the stocky sheriff, named Bonat, dragged Bello to the chief.

"Oh?" the director was stunned, his eyes fixed on the short and fat sheriff, and the two people in the guest chair also turned their heads to look at him when they heard this. Bonnat was a bit under pressure and he pushed Bello straight forward.

"He, he was attacked yesterday too! he fought the killer!" Bonnet hurriedly explained to the director.

"Oh, did you fight the killer?" the director didn't speak, and the chair next to him was like an iron tower. The moment he stood up, Bello suddenly felt extremely dangerous, he felt like a frog being targeted by a snake. His "keen intuition" frantically alarmed, especially his left rib, where he felt a deep chill that almost froze his blood. The current of heat that had been looming in his body flowed rapidly under the threat of this hostility.

The boy subconsciously stepped back, and the chill on his left rib disappeared, but appeared on his right shoulder. Bello hurriedly strode and used the "moon pose" in his current position. This is a position with a low center of gravity to dodge a high attack while also hitting at the same time. Before he could make a counterattack, the chill in his right shoulder disappeared and appeared on his chest, and Bello quickly cut his posture to the "Moon-Fixing Pose". Before he could react, the chill disappeared, and his "keen intuition" could no longer feel it.

"Yes!" the tower-like man spoke, his voice hoarse, "very sharp, but there's no way this skill can escape from the killer's hands." With your ability, you can get two moves from the killer at most! Tell me how you escaped!"

"I can't escape?" Bello replied bluntly without shame, "almost dead!" he said as he pulled back his shirt to reveal the pattern of his grimace mask, and continued, "They also used a curse on me!"

"Oh?" The director saw the pattern of Bello's heart, his eyes lit up, and the whole person was in good spirits, he stood up with a "solemn", walked around the desk in two steps, came to Bello, and carefully examined the traces of the pattern.

"Sure enough! It's a curse!" The director's vision is not comparable to that of a short and fat sheriff, and he has been handling cases all year round, and he has never seen any mess. When I saw this pattern, I immediately recognized that it was a curse and gasped. "Curse of the Beast!"

Confirming that Bello was cursed by the beast, several people in the office cheered up, which was a rare first-hand clue. Pressed Bello to his seat and asked about the details. When Bello met the masked man that day, the burn was a little high, and the details were not too clear.

The three of them have a special Humpty Sheriff.

The Humpty Dumpty Sheriff was so far away that he didn't pay attention to it, and he couldn't tell how ugly he was. Sweat ran down his forehead and didn't provide much useful information.

"It stands to reason that others have directly encountered the poisoner, why would they curse you first? Don't kill people directly?" Next to the tower man was a gray-haired and energetic old man, "You go and check the information of that Otto! The key may be here!" Just now Bello mentioned that the killer wanted to target Otto. The tower man answered and quickly left.

"Then what are we doing? What else are we doing here?"

"Wait a minute, and we'll see if there's anything else we need to provide you with. The gray-haired old man spoke, and the short and fat sheriff did not dare to make a sound, and sat honestly in the corner and waited. The white old man and the director lit a cigarette again.

After waiting for a cigarette, the office door was slammed open, and the tower man rushed into the room, bringing smoke from the room with him.

"Found it! Found it!" The tower man shouted loudly in a hoarse voice, "Otto is the head of the revolutionary army in Saknas!

"Oh?" the director and the old man looked at each other, their expressions solemn. It seems to be a mutual vendetta between large organizations, and if Belparo is not solved well, it may become a battlefield.

The director thought for a moment, and immediately ordered: "Immediately call all the sheriffs and convene an emergency meeting of the whole people!" He must bring the matter under control before a more vicious incident occurs, otherwise the position of this director is estimated to be in danger.

Glancing at Bello, the director opened his mouth and arranged: "Bonat, you take this kid to the detention room and control it!"

Hearing this, Bello was anxious, he had a lot of things to do, and he stayed in the detention room for two days, the curse attacked, and his life was gone. Hurriedly shouted: "Director, I still have to go to the doctor! If I curse this one in five days, it will be attacked!"

Five days?

Enough is enough!

The director glanced at Belo coldly, if the murderer can't be found in five days, the young man in front of him is the best scapegoat, as long as he shows the mask pattern of the young man's heart, falsely claiming to be the tattoo of the killer gang, it is enough to deceive those parliamentarians who make political gestures, and give an explanation to the panicked citizens.

After thinking about it, the director decided to calm Bello's emotions. He showed a smiling expression and said, "You are now the target of the killer, you are in danger, and you must stay in the Sheriff's Bureau to protect your safety!"

"And what about my curse? Can you get rid of it?" Bello asked.

"Of course you can, it's a very simple curse, you be patient, I'll help you solve it when you go back!" The director's smiling face was a little fake, and Bello could clearly feel the perfunctory meaning: he didn't care about his life and death at all!

Broken!

What to do!

Seeing that the short and fat sheriff grabbed his arm and dragged him out, if he was really thrown into the detention cell, I am afraid that he would not have a chance to come out, without the director's words, Bello did not think that he could escape from the custody of the sheriff.

Taking two steps out, Bello thought of a way to try it, and he turned around and shouted, "That guy said he would come looking for me! You might as well use me to fish! ”

The chief, who was about to set up a smart fit for the other two, beckoned Humpty Dumpty Sheriff to stay out of the way.

Seeing that there was hope, Belo hurriedly continued: "You didn't kill me that day, that killer said let me wait, and he will definitely come back and kill me!"

"You've already been cursed! Why is he still chasing you?" In the director's opinion, the person who fell into this "beastly curse" has basically stepped into the coffin with both feet at the same time, so why does the killer continue to chase him? This is also the reason why he asked Bonet to leave Bello directly in the sheriff's office. If he knew that the killer would come back if he put it down, he would certainly be happy to let Bello be bait.

"Maybe Otto isn't here, he's taking his anger out on me!" Bello shook his head helplessly.

The director pondered for a while, and said directly to the man in the tower: "You take a team! Let's see if we can catch that guy!" "For him, he can try fishing, the fish don't come, at most bring Bello back, there is no loss, the fish is hooked, it is a big catch."

Seeing that he had moved the director, Bello went to the shelf along the pole and took the opportunity to say to the tower-like man, "Can someone teach me two hands, I also have some ability to protect myself!"

The director waved his hand, but the tower-like man did not reply, looked Belo up and down, and then beckoned, motioning for Bello to go with him.

"Your basic skills are very solid, I don't know how you can do this!" said the tower-like man as he walked, his so-called solid basic skills were the effect of Bello's training under the guidance of "keen intuition". "Your biggest problem is not having the mentality necessary to fight. The foundation of what you have learned is swordsmanship, but you have not relied on the sharpness of swordsmanship correctly, and you are far from the true way of swordsmanship! "Practice" and "use" must be one, and you can only be useful if you have both "mind" and "heart". Selling sword skills that seem to understand or not is tantamount to digging your own grave. When people use swords, they must ensure that their thoughts are sharp, and they always sharpen and polish their thoughts. Your current swordsmanship is just plausible, not practiced, and you can't use it, so you're basically a waste now!"

"Am I that bad?" Bello was dumbfounded.

The two walked to an indoor practice range, and the tower-like man took off an iron sword and threw it to Bello, saying, "I'll practice with you before noon, you must understand how to indulge in swordsmanship, how to kill me!"

Bello held the sword with a feeling of unreality, and in his dreams he practiced his swordsmanship as if he were playing a video game. In the real world, let him take a sword and cut people forward, but he really didn't dare to start.

The tower-like man knew what was going to happen, and his body seemed to move forward and pan, and at this time, Belo felt the cold and piercing malice directly attacking his chest. At the moment, subconsciously, as soon as the long sword was in place, he felt a huge force hit the weapon, and the long sword almost came out of his hand, and then he could feel the cold malice slashing towards his left ribs, so Belo changed his move and sealed it again, and it was another power impact. Bello did his best to hold the sword tightly and not let it go.

Hit again and again, and it didn't take long for Bello's hands to be sore. The tower-like man had no intention of stopping, and his attacks poured out like a storm. Bello is like a leaf in the rain, swaying and swaying, as if it is ready to fall at any moment. But under the deliberate control of the tower-like man, Bello struggled to hold on, and he was always on the verge of collapse.

One minute

Two minutes

Five minutes

Twenty minutes passed, not only did Belo not collapse, but the sword style had a tendency to connect, he was like a piece of iron ore, constantly tempered. In this process, the impurities in the ore are constantly cleaned up, leaving only pure iron.

The sound of violent impact continued to sound in the practice area. Sometimes it's like a series of fried beans, finely chopped and fast, and sometimes it's as direct and violent as an explosion.

After an hour, the tower-like man suddenly stopped. The training room was calm again. Bello held the sword in both hands, his body was steaming, sweat was steaming white smoke, and his body seemed to have been fished out of water. He made a sword pose for defense. Probably not feeling the hostility of the attack, Bello's chaotic brain came to his senses, raised his eyes, looked at the man in front of him with the corner of his mouth hooked, and fell to the ground with a "bang".

He fainted.