Jinling, late at night.

In the silent office, the white-haired middle-aged man drank tea in silence and watched the rain outside.

There was a hurried knock at the door, and soon, a soaking wet teenager walked in from outside the door and glared at him angrily: "Director Meng, what's the matter with the Sage's Stone waving task?

"You don't have to worry about this, Xiaohai. Director Meng replied: "Someone has already taken over." ”

"That's because of this, what the hell is that KP!"

The sublimator named Inland Sea widened his eyes: "Now that area on the high seas has been bordered, I wonder if the recovered operators this time will be wiped out." ”

Director Meng's expression was still calm: "Probably the records in the fragments have been stimulated." However, when a fifth-order ascendant is a person, his memories from his lifetime will remain in fragments—if they are properly handled, it may not be a rare test for them, and they may be able to discover a few usable talents. ”

"But if you want to deal with it, it's me, right?" Utsumi's eyes widened: "What's the matter with handing it over to someone else? Is this a requirement of the Social Security Bureau?"

"This is a joint decision of the Social Security Administration and the Heavenly Culture Association. ”

Director Meng pondered for a moment, pointed to the chair in front of him, and motioned for him to sit down: "I know that you must be angry when you run halfway and are called back, and I also understand that you are worried that something will happen to this matter."

But I can assure you that this matter will be dealt with in a safe manner. ”

"Because of that, what KP?"

Utsumi frowned, "One of the masters of the Border and the Dark Web suddenly ran into the present realm, this matter is problematic in itself, isn't it?, why would he be interested in a fragment of a philosopher's stone?"

"Who knows?"

Director Meng said indifferently: "The key is that he took out the price code, Shangfeng agreed, and the Social Security Bureau has no opinion, which is enough."

Besides, as far as I know, KP has a lot of bad tastes, but he's arguably one of the best creators in the world right now.

With him combing through the records, there are no mistakes, and you don't need to worry about new quarantines appearing. ”

"But what about the Operators and the Ombudsman?"

"KP has made some guarantees, but there will inevitably be losses in the operation. ”

Director Meng stared at the night outside the window, and couldn't help but sigh softly: "Although most of the time it will not be life-threatening, it will definitely be choked by that guy's bad taste, right?"

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It took a lot of effort to board the ship, and it was raining lightly in the sky, and the passengers who had been waiting for a long time had stopped the shouts of the sailors, and they didn't bother to line up at all, and the crowds were crowded to go up.

For a while, Huai Shi was squeezed around in the crowd, staggered forward, vaguely heard an exclamation, felt the abnormality under his feet, looked down and found that he had stepped on a white handkerchief, and trampled on the H letter embroidered with gold thread on the corner.

He bent down to pick it up, looked around, and noticed that the man in front of him in the cloak looked back at him, his eyes cold, but through the hood and the dim light, he could see the delicate side face. A strand of silver hair fell from her ear, which was particularly eye-catching.

"Give it back to me. ”

She stretched out her hand, suddenly pulled her handkerchief from Huai Shi's hand, and turned to leave.

Huai Shi was pushed several times by the people behind him and staggered forward. Finally, under the guidance of the crew, they went to the guest room, and after a few friends had chosen their rooms, they agreed to meet again at dinner.

Huai Shi walked into the room, closed the door, and put the luggage away, before finally opening her palm and looking at what the homeless man had stuffed into her hand.

That's a coin.

Ordinary Roman copper coins are delicately carved with angels, while on the reverse side is a cross-shaped notch, delicately carved around it with the symbol of the Holy Spirit of the Father, the Son, and the Holy Spirit.

It looks like a work of art.

Wanderer Coins.

A popular trick among bankrupt merchants, vagabonds, and unemployed peasants in the industrial era, who expected to make their coins more elaborately crafted in exchange for more money from beneficiaries.

Or, simply out of boredom.

Such an explanation appeared in his mind inexplicably, and he was extremely uncomfortable.

He bent down and, as if by coincidence, along with everyone else in the room, opened the suitcase.

Then he froze in place.

Time stands still here.

End of import –

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"OK, you're doing a good job. KP applauded: "It seems that everyone has the potential to be a great investigator, so let's keep up the good work." ”

Ai Qing did not speak.

The intense sense of contradiction and dissonance grew stronger, making her feel as if she had forgotten something, as if she had neglected something.

But KP didn't give her more time to think.

"Ah, forgot to say it. ”

KP seemed to pat his head suddenly: "Our regiment is a secret regiment...... In other words, each character card actually has its own secrets and purposes behind it, and once exposed, it can lead to an exceptionally bad situation. ”

As he spoke, he pulled out a stack of envelopes and handed them out to all the Ombudsmen involved in the game.

"According to your different choices and performances in the import mods, I have arranged different identities and secrets for you. ”

KP laughed happily, "I hope that while everyone protects their secrets, they can work together to complete the goal of the mod - to successfully reach the New World." ”

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At that moment, Huai Shi was stunned.

He saw the contents of the trunk—dozens of bottles full of various items, a delicate and hideous hand crossbow, several test tubes filled with scarlet liquid, two daggers, a short knife, and a heavy weapon hanging from a buckle on the top of the trunk.

It was a sharp, silver-plated hand axe, with ornate and delicate incantations carved into its back, and a faint glimpse of the dull blood that had seeped into it.

Just by looking at it, you know that the lethality is amazing.

But I'm a cello player, why do I have all these things?

At that moment, he looked at the coin in his hand again, and his fingers seemed to move on their own, causing the coin to constantly turn on the tips of his fingers, so that the notch of the cross and the icon of the angel appeared in reverse, as if the key to open the seal had unlocked the shackles in his mind.

In an instant, countless memories emerged from the darkness and poured into his mind.

"Find that person, follow that person, and kill that person!"

A majestic and old voice sounded in his ears: "At all costs, Van Helsing, at all costs, let the work of that blasphemous man break to pieces the deformed child who will only tarnish the great deeds of the gods!"

He finally remembered.

Huai Shi is nothing more than his own disguise, and his true identity is that of an executioner cultivated by the lineage of the Holy Spirit.

The Judge, the Hunter, the Impure, Judah...... There are many praises and derogatory titles that fall on the shoulders of people like themselves, because they themselves are dark creatures cultivated by the Order to cleanse them of dark creatures, and heretics created in order to kill heretics.

An ascendant who bears the third-order stigmata vampire.

- Van Helsing the Witcher.

For more than a year, he had been carrying out a mission from the Bishop: to hunt down the pagan alchemist Paracelsus.

In search of clues, his path ran through almost the entire territory of Rome, following the clues and finally reaching this ship.

And Huai Shi's identity is just a disguise he chose in order to get on the ship, and the unlucky cellist has long been abandoned by him in the wilderness.

He had to kill the heretic before the ship arrived in the New World, and then return from the New World......

For a moment, he recalled the cause and effect, but his heart felt more and more ridiculous.

No, what's wrong.

"I'm not Huaishi?" he whispered, "I'm ...... Van Helsing?"

I'm a celloist, I'm a musician, I'm a witcher, I'm Huaishi, I'm Van Helsing?

Who am I?

At that moment, he subconsciously fumbled for the box, trying to find out more about himself, and finally touched something, something that didn't originally exist in the suitcase, no, not even in this story.

A book?

No, it looks more like a diary.

The moment he opened the title page, countless electric lights flashed through his mind, crisscrossing and crisscrossing, tearing through layers of fog and deliberately created darkness, and suddenly illuminating the whole situation.

Countless fragmented records have finally been pieced together again to form a complete trajectory.

"I'm Huai Shi......"

He groaned abruptly from the analgesia in his head, as if he had finally woken up from the deepest part of the nightmare, but even so, he was still trapped in the nightmare.

He could feel the part of Van Helsing remaining in his shell, bringing with him a rush to thirst for blood.

Now his body has become a demon hunter with a third-order vampire stigma.

Whether it was the unspeakable hunger and thirst, and the mission that seemed to be engraved in the stigma that he would not be able to disobey.

But what's going on?

Suddenly crossed?

What the hell?

What's going on?

Why did I end up here for no apparent reason?

A series of question marks kept popping up in his mind, and he finally realized the wall hidden behind his consciousness, and a confused gaze from nowhere.

"Ai Qing?"

At that moment, on the cargo ship, Ai Qing felt a sudden headache.

As if by a chain reaction, as Huai Shi woke up, the shackles on her head also loosened, cracking a crack.

"Oh, is there a second Ombudsman who senses the effects of 'cognitive hindrance' so soon?"

KP slowly turned his head and smiled helplessly: "Inspiration and intuition are too high, so it's not good...... No, in a way, the two of you are a perfect match. ”

It was as if I had been cut off to another world in an instant.

Obviously, KP continued to explain the story and explain the rules to others, but at the same time, his eyes were looking at himself, as if he had split into another person, looking at Ai Qing's confused expression.

Soon, the faint glimmer of intuition flashed through the blockade of memories, and he woke up from his trance and addiction to know where he was.

Look no further.

At that moment, Ai Qing instinctively pulled out the gun and pulled the trigger.