The original perfect crimson moon disk gradually lost in the song, and the whole world seemed to be broken and broken, and all the colors seemed to turn into gray-black mist that intertwined and adhered in the air, and then settled under the land.

An almost complete darkness enveloped everything in the sight of several people, whether it was the theater that had just left, the town square not far away, or the church bell tower that was faintly visible in the distance, all quietly dimmed, like faded old photographs.

It is as if time has passed quickly, the flames that have lost their color are ignited and extinguished, and the ashes fall and float up, until only the sparse square in front of the theater and the empty building that is broken along with the staircase in front of the door.

"The 'hallucination' that blinded us......" Okfa said with irrepressible surprise in his voice, "I disappeared?" ”

A tiny black flashed in Agnes' left eye, and her gaze followed the alternate guards, the cautious pedestrians, and the clergy who gradually covered themselves in black robes, to the church bell tower, which seemed to have never changed.

Then, she jerked her gaze back at the guards who were following her, controlled by her.

In the reflection of her fine black left eye, the flesh of the guard's unprotected armor was young and full, like a new fruit, and in the hollow she left on her neck, there was still bright red blood spilling outward.

In the shredded black sunken right eye, the guard's skin was shriveled enough to make out the jagged bones, and the remnants of tissue were intertwined with the hollows that had been dug out. The eyes that could already see the white bone plates behind him burned with indescribable flames, beating in Agnes' sight.

"Ouch," Anderson said in a strange tone, tugging at the corners of his mouth, "and a little scary-"

"It's horrible!" A voice sounded almost simultaneously with Anderson's words in Angness's ears, and Agnes almost subconsciously looked in the direction where the voice came from.

And in that direction, there was only Karpasia, crouching in the shadow of the chimney.

......

The belated guard removed the handcuffs from his waist and handcuffed the attacker, who fell to the ground.

The young prosecutor gently straightened his clothes, which had become messy during the struggle, and bent down to pick up the man with light brown half-length curly hair.

"Thank you very much, Mr. Pagni," said the middle-aged man's gray eyes with a slight wry smile, "I thought they had given up. ”

"There is no need to thank me, Lord Bartlet." The young prosecutor said casually, picking up the notebook that the middle-aged man had dropped on the ground from the ground, and the somewhat crumpled notes fell out of the notebook with his movements and landed in the mud.

The young prosecutor paused, reaching out and picking up the slip of paper stained with mud.

Juanxiu met the young prosecutor with a little flowing handwriting, and the young prosecutor froze almost immediately.

"People who are extremely happy and those who are extremely unhappy have a tendency to be cold, and only those whose families are neither poor nor rich, and whose fate is neither bad nor bad, are mild-tempered and compassionate."

"Who gave you this note?" He was silent for a long time before he spoke, a slight tremor in his voice that was almost imperceptible.

The middle-aged man glanced up and down at the young prosecutor in some surprise, and his gaze gradually took on a thoughtful meaning.

"An assassin whose purpose is not to kill me," the middle-aged man replied, "an assassin who does his bidding." ”

"Nearly two months ago."

......

"Why can't we get out of here? It's scary here! ”

"Is there something terrible over there?"

"We'll be discovered! The end must be terrible! ”

"This horrible creature is coming near me!"

The sound from the direction of Karpas almost continued to reach Angnes' ears, and Angnes felt that her mind was almost filled with all kinds of "terrible", and she couldn't help but glance at Karpas, raised her hand and pressed her forehead.

"Madam is angry! It's scary! ”

Agnes reluctantly withdrew her gaze and glanced at the church bell tower not far away, which was already full of the picture. A faint gray-black mist gradually evaporated, gradually enveloping everything in view.

Everything seems to be gradually painted with color and comes alive again.

"A new round of change is happening." Agnes said.

"So much! It's scary! Karpass's voice was still ringing.

"Is the root cause a change in time, or a change in place?" Adevina slowed down her pace and looked at the church that looked graceful and luxurious under the gold, red and blue decoration, her eyes were full of inquiry, "I have never seen a church with this style of decoration, but I have seen more in the palace. ”

"To be honest, it looks really ...... It's very harmonious, very classic. Anderson commented aloud, and Agnes couldn't help but glance at him after hearing what he was saying.

"What's wrong?" Anderson raised an eyebrow, "This is the most pertinent evaluation made by an excellent painter with excellent professional appreciation ability out of his profound artistic quality." ”

There were too many adjectives, and Agnes couldn't help but rub the corners of her forehead.

"You're inviting us in?" Sbasnereki's voice with a chill sounded.

"Choosing not to go in may not be a better option," Okfa said with some helplessness, shrugging his shoulders, "Just look at where the 'flow of people' goes." ”

The figures of people in all kinds of clothes are revealed on the road, and they share the same destination.

In the flow of people heading towards the church, only the five of them and two living corpses stayed in place, like boulders blocking the flowing water, being hit and stared at by different droplets.

"Our difference is so obvious." Agnes concluded.

"Anderson, why are you still here?" The young man in a sailor suit who looked like he had thick limbs raised his hand and slapped it towards Anderson, but his palm did not touch Anderson's body at all, but carried excessive force to pull his body and stumble a step.

"Speak if you want to, don't move your hands and feet." Anderson looked reserved, and rubbed the other hand's palm fiercely where it should have fallen.

"I do it?" The stout young man raised his voice, "I kindly remind you that Mass is about to begin, and you say I will move my hands and feet?" ”

Anderson smiled, glanced up and down the stout young man meaningfully, and said aloud: "Hey, don't get angry so easily, you're like a street bustard now......"

The bushy young man took a deep breath, glanced at Anderson, turned straight away, and disappeared into the crowd.

Anderson watched deeply in the direction in which the stout-limbed young figure had disappeared and fell silent.

"Looks like we're going to make it clear what we're going to do next," Agnes said, "and it's time for us to see this Mass." ”