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The sun slowly sinks below the horizon.

The real creator thought about it for a long time, and when she finally made her decision, it was as if she saw a crisis, and a lack of understanding and rejection from Clean Moretti himself.

“…… So be it. ”

She muttered to herself in the dark: "Next, I will test his heart and kindness. ”

"Many human beings will be ordinary people when they are legally and morally constrained, and after they are not constrained, they will do all kinds of things that abandon the past moral norms for their own interests."

"Power, wealth, status, most people are good people before they get them, but after they get them, they quickly become corrupt, which is not firm in their position and limited self-control. In the struggle against divinity, such an unstable bottom line can bring about a fatal crisis. ”

If strength is the foundation of human nature, then the most powerful power is undoubtedly the old days, and status and wealth are the same.

The successor of Tianzun can have weaknesses, but they must not be weaknesses in this area.

But this is not an excuse, because at the same time, there are people who can still keep their hearts and be kind after getting everything.

There was no light in the office, and the face of the real Creator was smeared with darkness, except for a pair of ruby-like eyes.

“…… Clarion Moretti has already shown his initial sense of justice and conscience, so the next step is to give him some appropriate help to test whether his moral values will change after he has obtained benefits. ”

"I have to make sure that every chip I use to get the most out of it."

There must be more temptations and trials to confirm Cleon Moretti's personal character, and all his strength cannot be bet on him with his eyes closed. If Cleon Moretti can't resist the temptation and loses himself, then ......

For a second in the mind of the true Creator, he thought of Amun, who would pray to him like other members of the Aurora Society, and would call himself "Father".

She was silent and returned to her chair and sat down.

The Aurora Society, the Iron Cross Society, the four angels including Medici, dozens of demigods, and many mid- and low-level extraordinaires and seals, this is already a force that should not be underestimated, and will even make other righteous gods sleep unsteadily. However, as a deity, oneself is not complete, which will affect the overall morale and strength of the believers.

Moreover, it is useless to have strength and believers alone, because these living forces can surpass one church and deal with two churches, which does not mean that they have obtained the same resources and status as the Orthodox Church, nor does it mean that they can win.

"There are too many enemies, and I've been crazy for too long!"

"If I had known this would be the case, I would have stayed in the forsaken land and not come out."

After complaining about these two sentences, the real creator did not really have the idea of immediately taking a boat back to the forsaken land and rotting and dying inside.

She leaned back slightly, leaning back in her soft chair, staring out the window at the darkening sky and the faint red moon behind the clouds, thinking of something more important after the Silver City and the anchor.

"Fooling a ...... History"

She spoke softly, thoughtful and resolute in her eyes.

If Clarion Moretti is really a qualified heir......

“…… The god 'Fool' is an ally of the Creator, awakened before the end of the world after slumbering in the distant past, spanning epochs. She is an ally who gives relief to God's forsaken land, so believe in her and fear her as you fear the Lord. ”

"If Crane is qualified, that's the new canon."

In the darkness, God has put the final word on this false history and the real future.

At that time, this part was conveyed to the people of God's forsaken land through the Angel of the Word and Ulorius to convert them. There may be resistance, after all, the faith that has been passed down for thousands of generations is going to be handed over to another strange god. But survival is the instinct and the highest need of human beings, and after seeing the blessings of the "fools", the sun, the rain, the sea, the peaceful nights and the breezes of the outside world, the faith honed in the darkness will quietly collapse and make them convert from the heart.

This is also the reason why the true Creator has never allowed Steven to give any help to the Forsaken Lands, or to let the people of the Forsaken Lands see the outside world.

- Suffering and despair are the whetstones of faith.

- There is God's guidance in the darkness, there is firm faith and prayer, but there is only sunshine, food and no longer dangerous nights outside.

Faith can stand the test, but humanity cannot.

As for the unreasonable trials and gifts given to an ordinary man, and the unreasonable determination that he will lose part of his humanity in the future for the sake of humanity as a group in exchange for power and eternity – this act itself is overbearing and cruel – is beyond the consideration of the true Creator.

Similarly. Nor will it be in the consideration of any deity.

In the turbulent sea, Clean Moretti did not know that his fate had been planned by more than one god. He had just set foot on land and sent the fat pharmacist Darkwell to a predetermined location, a base of the "School of Life".

And from the bottom of his heart he was upset about the 30 pounds he had lost on his bet.

459

Beckland, inside an ordinary house.

When Ince Zangwilli woke up from a short sleep, his first instinct was to check his body and his surroundings. This has become a habit for him, because he is not sure what kind of bad stories 0-08 will write when he is asleep, and bring surprises to himself.

After making sure that he was not injured and that he was in the same place before going to bed and after waking up, he was relieved for a while.

There were too many things in this period of time that he couldn't easily interfere with even 0-08.

The "Great Smog" went smoothly and he was paid, but he was not very happy, because it was an extremely unpleasant feeling to find out that the person he had killed was resurrected for the second time and appeared in front of him. Ince Zangwill tried to repeat the trick and interfered with Crane with 0-08, but the cunning young soothsayer, who did not want to be vigilant, had already escaped from Beckland and was nowhere to be found.

Ince Zangwill turned to try to interfere with Crane's surviving family, but he didn't want the Night Church to move one step faster than him, even if he mastered 0-08, he couldn't respond effectively, and almost exposed his hiding place.

Ever since he got involved with Clean Moretti, his luck (taking the Level 0 seal from the heavily guarded church and hiding outside for three years without being caught by the tail) seems to have disappeared. The two of Moretti's family have the protection of the night watchman of the Church of the Night, and it will be more than worth the loss to do it again.

However, this time, the Church's actions were unimaginably fast, and the use of the entire Red Glove Squad to secretly escort him has clearly hinted that Cleon Moretti is probably not an ordinary martyr, even if he hates it to the point that it will not help.

But for now, these things can only be put aside, and your own survival and promotion are the most important.

After making sure he wasn't injured, Ince Zangwill put on his new leather boots and stood up.

Unexpectedly, he saw 0-08 sitting quietly on his desk, like a quill, the most common and common of them.

However, it had been locked away in a metal box with layers of symbols and magical logos last night.

Ince Zangwill walked over solemnly, holding 0-08 in one hand, and opened the notebook next to him with the other, and found that there was nearly a page of text there:

Ince Zangwill didn't notice the anomaly happening in him, but he was keenly aware of something.

He looked in the mirror and found that there was a strange feeling of himself inside, as if another Ince Zangwill had been born in his body.

He looked down and saw an obvious anomaly between the nails of his hands, but he couldn't remember what he had done last night......

After reading this description, Ince Zangwill instinctively looked at the full-length mirror in the room, only to see that he was still blind in one eye, and his classical sculpted face did not have a trace of wrinkles, but there was a slight smile at the corner of his mouth, which was in stark contrast to the solemn gaze.

At this moment, Ince Zangwill felt that his face was strange, his eyes were deeply sunken, and a shadow appeared around him. In the shadows, he had the illusion that his reflection in the mirror was staring at him with the eyes of his prey. Coupled with that smile that he didn't know how to appear, the whole looked very eerie, ruthless and weird.

He raised his hands, lowered his head, and saw patches of dried black between his fingernails. With a solemn face, he picked out the piece of black, and with a gentle rub of his two fingers, the piece turned into a dark red powder, as if it was a blood clot that remained between his fingers and could not be washed away.

Although he has moved from the "Grim Reaper" path to the "Night" path and has become a "Night Watchman", Ince Zangwill has not lost his previous extraordinary abilities, and is still a powerful psychic and a mentor in the necromantic realm. So, he immediately planned to communicate with the spirits inside and outside the house to find out what had happened last night.

At this moment, out of the corner of his eye, he focused on the last paragraph in the notebook:

Ince Zangwill tried to channel, but sadly found that he had found nothing, as someone else seemed to have dealt with all the clues. He was worried, he didn't know what he had been involved in last night. ”

Ince Zangwill's expression became more and more contemplative, and he tried to channel, but unexpectedly did not get any surprises.

There are no clues. The absence of clues means that 0-08's actions cannot be accurately intervened and stopped. Just as he was about to close the notebook, 0-08 suddenly stood up on its own again, jumped onto the notebook in his murderous gaze, and wrote a line of words in a fluttering manner.

"Ince Zangwille boldly conjectures that he should probably turn to an expert in the subconscious or psychiatric field."

0-08 will never be kind enough to give himself a hint, and there must be a deeper and worse trap hidden behind the information that seems to be a hint.

Ince Zangwill looked twice, not taking this sentence to heart. He grabbed 0-08 and put it back into the box of seals that could temporarily suppress it for a moment, then took his notebook and box, changed into another suit of disguise, and walked out the door slowly.

His residence is near the Eastern District, which is a chaotic and crowded place, and the church and the police will not waste their time on investigating the people who are doing here, making it an excellent hiding place.

It seemed to be particularly noisy outside, and as Ince Zangwille stepped out of his neat and spacious house in the area, where he lived, and had just turned the corner and walked down another street, he saw several uniformed police officers questioning the crowd around him.

"When did you find the body?" A stern maroon-haired sheriff asked.

The male, perhaps the first witness, raised his hand tremblingly, and there was still a look of fear and uneasiness on his face: "It's this morning, sir!" …… He's the next door resident, I'm his neighbor, I remember, just moved in last month......"

"Do you know who he had an argument with?"

"No, sir! He was a friendly man who rarely spoke, and often worked until midnight......"

"That's right, he rarely gets into an argument with anyone, sir!" Someone else in the crowd shouted.

"Well, that's good...... Are there any other residents in the area? ”

The first witness hesitated: "The big house in front seems to be inhabited, but I've never seen anyone in there......"

The blonde sheriff and the secretary next to him looked at each other and asked, "Where?" ”

Ince Zangwill, who was hiding behind the corner and secretly observing, frowned slightly, and his intuition told him that something unusual seemed to have something to do with him.

But he didn't want to squeeze forward with ordinary people regardless of his identity, so he chose to exchange for a spirit, temporarily let it act as his eyes and ears, and go to the center of the crowd to see what was going on.

The spirit floated to the center of the crowd, and Ince Zangwill looked at it, and suddenly felt an endless chill welling up in his heart.

In the middle of the crowd lay a corpse, a man dressed in a worker's attire, whose cause of death was a large hole in his stomach and his throat was torn open.

The corpse lay flat on the ground, beneath it was a large expanse of clotted blood.

The disembowelment death was reminiscent of a serial murder case a few months ago, and it attracted the attention of the police, as did Ince Zangwill. But the internal organs of the victim in front of him are still there, and I don't know if I don't have the opportunity to take them or if I don't need them.

Ince Zangwill looked at the corpse's torn throat, and always felt that the marks and size were somewhat familiar, and couldn't help but reach out and gesture a few times. After a few seconds of silence, he thought of the dried blood clots between his fingernails.

The defected bishop's eyes flashed with the same look of horror as that of ordinary people who witnessed the corpses, and he understood something, and immediately turned around, and returned to the house before the sheriff and the crowd came, and quickly took several of his clothes and belongings with him.

His body turned into a bright patch of color, and disappeared in an instant.

……

In the dream, Daisy returns to the East End, to the old apartment where she has lived for many years.

She opened the door and saw her mother, Liv, and her sister Freya diligently washing their clothes.

As soon as Daisy became pleased, she joined them and took charge of ironing.

Just then, she heard Dongdongdong's knock on the door. She turned her head to see that the visitor was a young man in a black and white checkered police uniform.

The police officer was a little ink-haired and blue-haired, and he looked a little unreasonable, holding a notebook and a pen, and asked:

"What else is there not to say in Kapin, besides what you have already said?"

"That's all not very important." Daisy replied rather confused.

The handsome officer looked down at his notebook and said, "It's okay, I'm willing to listen." ”

Daisy looked back at the hanging pieces of clothing, and felt as if she had forgotten something.

She honestly described the trivial details, and concluded:

“…… After I was kidnapped, my mom and sister had a private investigator to find someone, who was Sherlock. Mr. Moriarty. He was a good person, and although he couldn't find me directly, he contacted a reporter afterwards to help me get compensation from the foundation......"

The black-haired officer looked up again, glanced at Daisy, and said with a warm smile:

"Very good, I am satisfied with your answer.

"Do you remember the private investigator?"

Daisy nodded, unsurprised to see Sherlock. Mr. Moriarty appeared beside him.

The great detective had a thick beard and gold-rimmed glasses, no different from what she remembered.

After the black-haired officer took a few deep looks, Daisy didn't know when he had left, or why his mother and sister had suddenly disappeared from the room.

She ran through the East End, searching for a familiar figure, and finally woke up in a deep depression and sadness, staring at the dark ceiling of the school dormitory, frozen for several seconds.

Daisy didn't make a sound, turned to the side, and buried most of her face in the pillow.

On the edge of the pillow, the traces of wetness gradually expand.

It was Leonard who entered Daisy's dream. Mitchell, although he investigated the common denominator of the two eucalyptus just to have time to do something, but the perfunctory appearance was not forgotten, and as a result, he really found something wrong.

"In both Lang Eucalyptus and Carpin Eucalyptus, the private investigator named Sherlock Moriarty and his friend Mike Joseph correspondent...... Although they are only hovering on the edge of the matter, it is also a direction of investigation, heh, that Sherlock Moriarty is a little familiar, which wanted criminal will it be? Leonard recalled what he had seen in his dream, put on his red gloves, and entered the base of St. Samuel's Church.

No sooner had he greeted the team leader, Sost, than he saw a companion approach, handing him two thin pieces of paper:

"The situation of the red-eyed man in the Harvest Church that you want to investigate is here."

"Thanks, would you like to have lunch together?" Leonard asked with a smile.

The night watchman shrugged his shoulders and said:

"No, as long as you don't give me nightmares again."

"Deal." Leonard took the information with a smile.

He stood in place, not in a hurry to sit down, and looked at it casually:

"Emlyn White, a vampire, is currently affiliated with the Mother Earth Church of God...... He had been missing for a while, and his parents had commissioned a private investigator to find him, and according to a gentleman named Stuart, the matter was eventually resolved by the great detective Sherlock Moriarty. ”

The smile on Leonard's face gradually settled and became quite serious.

"Sherlock Moriarty again?" He repeated the name in his mind.

He was a very young man, and he unexpectedly struck me very familiar. Who the hell could he be?

TBC

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The title of this article has nothing to do with its content.

That's right, I don't have a manuscript anymore! Ha ha! I hope you will give me a month's vacation to save up the manuscript and refine the outline!