572

The ruins of the god war.

The "Future" was cloaked in starlight, slowly sailing through a safe course, and the "Star Admiral" Gardelia sat in the captain's room, following the clues given by the "world" and gradually approached the location of the "Sun God Bird".

"This is a strange sea...... the 'world' knows more information than I, a pirate at sea......"

Is this the benefit of being a deity of the gods? He was even able to communicate with an angel and receive a drop of the angel's blood...... Gardelia watched the routes in silence, she pushed her glasses and looked out the window in front of her at the sea.

"Knock knock!"

There was a knock on the wooden door, and the voices of the crew rang out loudly outside the door:

"Captain!"

"It's the third day today!!"

"It's too hot! Can we just wear shorts? ”

It seemed that the target island was getting closer and closer, and Gardelia turned her head and raised her voice to command, "Yes, everyone get ready!" ”

……

On the dirt road on the outskirts of West Byron, a horse-drawn carriage clattered.

The wheels and horses' hooves kicked up a cloud of dust, and Enzo was driving, and Crane sat next to him, flipping through the newspaper in his hand.

Ms. D rests in the carriage and looks at her luggage.

In the current southern continent, the identity of the people of the northern continent can still be preferential treatment in the central and east-central large cities that have not yet been recaptured, and there will only be some danger when entering the territory of the Bailang Empire.

The transmission of information in this world is too lagging behind, and it has been almost a month since the news from the northern continent arrived in the Rorsted Islands, and it is difficult for the southern continent to see the negative information of the northern continent and the information of the situation changes, lest the rebels here become deaf and clear-sighted.

Obviously, it is impossible for me to trouble Ms. D to return to China now and find the newspaper that was published more than a month ago. I can only ask the other party to find the official newspaper published by the Fusak Empire after going back, transfer it to the Aurora Society, and pick it up yourself.

"The essence of the 'Great Smog' is a vicious population clean-up ......"

Klein felt that his brow hadn't been raised since he came to the Southern Continent, and this sentence weighed heavily on his heart, making him unable to become half a point easier no matter what.

Didn't you think about this possibility?

No, apparently thought about it...... The fact that the smog mixed with polluted fog that caused mass deaths occurred in the eastern district, rather than in the factory area, is already very telling.

"The Fersak Empire thinks it's malignant, does that mean that there is still a 'benign' population clean-up in people's minds?"

"Hehe, maybe it's a war, or a wasteland or something......

Klein didn't have a hard time reading the frank part of the newspaper in his hand, reading the news of the Southern Continent last week to pass the time.

The skills he had gained from the secret puppet could be used almost directly, and the feeling of being proficient in a language for a moment made him sigh and recall the painful experience of language learning.

The sound of horses' hooves clattered as they moved forward on the dirt road without speed or slowness.

From time to time, you can see ragged southerners on the roadside, these wanderers are alone, wearing clothes made from sacks. Some were alone, some dragged their families with them, and walked towards the southwest like them.

They were numb, sluggish, and moved slowly like machines or living corpses, reacting even if they were almost trampled on by horses' hooves. There is still some brilliance in the eyes of the occasional child, but it is not as lively as it should be at this age, but there is a shrewdness and calm that makes Klein creepy.

When the first person appeared in Crane's field of vision, he stopped the car and gave him a piece of dry food pastry, receiving a few stammering thanks.

"They are displaced people, refugees."

When Klein parked for the first time, Ms. D also got out of the car and accosted the homeless people a few words in a more proficient Dutan language:

"You see, they all have calluses on their fingers, and they're either farmers or craftsmen...... They were coming from the east, and a lot of people were coming from there. After the independence of the Byron Empire, the people of the southern continent were oppressed and exploited more violently, their land was taken away, and the unlucky ones were driven out of the plantations and had to go west. ”

Ms. D returned to the car after asking for information, and pulled up the curtains, her presence causing unease and panic among the homeless.

When the second and third men appeared on the way forward, Klein also went down and delivered some food.

After Ms. D's prompting, Klein noticed that many of them had calluses on their fingers and palms, perhaps textile workers.

"There don't seem to be that many mechanical looms in the Southern Continent."

Klein was impressed: "Because of the introduction of machines in the North Continent, women weavers have marched many times. "It's a pity that it's useless.

Ms. D smiled: "But the legislation stipulates that textile workers in the southern continent cannot work for private businesses outside the company, otherwise they will be whipped and paraded in the streets." ”

Klein was dumbfounded again.

Before he could get out of ten miles, he had already run out of dry food that he had bought in case he had run out. He could only ask the horses to speed up their pace and reach another city as soon as possible to resupply, but fortunately they were all mid-sequence extraordinaries who would not go hungry easily.

At this point, he was barely in a good mood.

But soon, a fourth, fifth, and sixth appeared in front of his eyes...... The countless ragged people in need.

Even sending out all the dry food was not enough, even if all the cash he was carrying was exchanged for dry food.

When you find an ant on the ground, you'll soon find countless ants. Leaving the identity of Daun Dantès, when the perspective gradually descends from the aristocracy, high society, and extraordinary world to the commoners, the poor, and the slaves, it is like inadvertently glancing at one's own feet, and being horrified by the sheer number of ants and their corpses.

He didn't try to give food to one or two of them, because that might make things worse.

The wanderers fell as they walked, some were able to get up, and some never woke up again. They lay there, waiting for stray dogs and vultures, and feeding the wild animals was the last good thing they could do.

Klein had to be silent, silent.

The carriage clattered forward into the wilderness, leaving behind the dust, the people, and the gorgeous world.

573

Inside the city of Gulain.

After a few hours of sorting and compiling, the Red Gloves had sorted through all the correspondence of Ulica, Ince Zangwill's main contact for the past few months.

Faced with the Red Gloves' pursuit and interception, Ulica chose to break her tail to survive, but still could not escape her life, and was psychic by the Red Gloves before completely dying, and obtained specific information.

"Ince Zangwill last corresponded at the beginning of April? And then he disappeared completely......"

Based on Urica's testimony, Sost found the corresponding letter from March to April, and saw that the strokes on it were quite messy, presumably written in a state of extreme emotion and instability.

These words even caused Thorst's spirituality to begin to vibrate, so he could only take a cursory glance:

Ince Zangwill feels like he's getting out of control...... Ince Zangwill said he had hallucinations and auditory hallucinations, but these hallucinations did not belong to anything he had ever seen...... Inducing depravity? ”

Seeing these words, Sost had already begun to feel dizzy and tinnitus.

He had to look away, and after reciting the goddess's name several times in his heart, and re-stabilizing his mood and spirit, he continued to look down:

"Ince Zangwill, says that his auditory hallucinations are always encouraging him to release his inner evil thoughts and satisfy his desires......"

He tried to recall when he had started these changes, but he couldn't keep thinking about it......

"He always felt that another personality had been created in him, and he would get up after he fell asleep and kill......"

After a few quick pages, Thorst put the letter down again, pressed his abrupt temples, took a deep breath, and turned his gaze to the other red gloves.

"What do you guys think?"

Leonard was sensitive to a few of these words, and was the first to speak: "Captain South, Ince Zangwill mentioned in his letter that he began to have a tendency to degenerate, lust, and kill after he lost control?" Based on previous records, these behavioral tendencies do not look like the 'corpse collector' or 'sleepless' pathways, but rather like the ones we dealt with before...... Criminals, that is, demonic pathways! ”

Sost nodded appreciatively:

"You're very observant."

"You mean, Ince Zangwill may have been contaminated by the demonic pathway?"

Dalie Simone habitually rubbed her finger against the silver ring on her ring finger, thinking about supplementing Leonard's guess: "I think your guess is very reasonable. However, to be able to contaminate a demigod, if it is a seal, it should be at level 1 or above, and long-term exposure, the same is true for the extraordinary......"

"We've all been involved in the hunt for Jason Beria, the Demon of Sequence 5 has made killing as normal as breathing, and if Ince Zangwill had a 'demon' demigod by his side, he wouldn't have disappeared forever."

"That's right."

Sost nodded again: "Based on the inferences of the two of you, I think a new question can be given......"

All the red gloves looked over with bated breath.

Sost glanced at a few pieces of letter paper in his hand out of the corner of his eye, and with a slight movement of his fingers, he picked out a few and held them in front of everyone:

"Perhaps, Ince Zangwill has not disappeared."

“…… It's just that because he suffered some pollution, he made some ...... The unexpected move was contrary to what the church had always known about him. Therefore, something that happens will naturally be assumed by us and has nothing to do with Ince Zangwill. ”

made a move that didn't match itself, so we ignored it in the process of investigation?

Leonard frowned, and began to think about the files of recent affairs handled in the church, rummaging through the doubts. However, he spent a long time in Beckland and the northern kingdom of Rune, and his knowledge of cases was limited.

In his mind, Parles Zoroaster snorted:

"Coastal."

Others fell silent, digging for possible clues from their memories.

Seeing that everyone was thinking, the corners of Sost's mouth went up, and he opened his mouth: "Each-"

"I see!"

As soon as he said the first word, Leonard suddenly realized that he immediately attracted all the attention of the red gloves.

"I see, Captain, you're right, Ince Zangwill slipped away from our surveillance with some peculiar behavior, perhaps with the help of 0-08. We would have been able to find him by monitoring the occurrence of coincidences, but now, the idea is instead taking us in the wrong direction. Ince Zangwill may have asked 0-08 for some help, but since 0-08 has always had the nature of writing dead holders, he may have been disguised, or perhaps it was a last resort change that has now become polluted, and even made him crazy and on the verge of losing control. ”

"Yes, so ......"

"So we should make a hypothesis now...... Through Ince Zangwill's own letters and confessions, let's assume that his contamination is the 'demonic' pathway, and that's probably a coincidence—"

Leonard paused, emphasizing the word "coincidence", which made all the Red Gloves present, including Sost, feel a chill at the same time-

Could everything we are doing and thinking now also be a coincidence that 0-08 is being written?

We came to Gulayin, caught Ulika, and just got news and letters from his mouth, is it a written script?

"Do you remember last month's file? The southeast coast of the kingdom ......"

Leonard's face became more and more solemn, pursed his lips, and said: "There have been many strange murders, the victims have been killed in many different ways, they are often tortured before death, and the murderer has not been caught until now...... Combined with last year's boiling 'Apostle of Desire case' in Beckland, the event was also considered by the local church to be a demonic ascension ceremony. ”

After saying that, Leonard licked his lips, walked over to the coffee table, picked up a cup of tea, and drank it all.

Sost took a deep breath and added:

"The latest case took place in the port of Nmat, and the killer is still at large."

Dai Li looked at the two of them and said, "What the two of you mean is that the murderer may be ...... Ince Zangwill? ”

Leonard and Sost nodded at the same time.

Sost Says:

"Now that we have completely lost the trace of Ince Zangwill, this case may be related to him."

Leonard interjected, "Even if it's not related, it's good to help the port of Emmatt solve this matter." ”

"yes, so, I think it's worth a trip for us."

Sost clapped his hands and stood up, and the Red Gloves also stood up with the captain: "Okay, clean up this place, I'll go and report the itinerary to the local church, and we will leave as soon as possible and return to the kingdom's port of Emmat." ”

"Yes!"

The Red Gloves responded and began to do their part, methodically cleaning up the scene, taking valuable documents and erasing traces.

……

It was a long time after dark, and it was almost nine o'clock when the carriage finally reached the next city in its target.

The city has not yet been occupied, but there is already a tendency to surrender, and the nobility in the city has begun to shift.

Before entering the city, Crane was silent and exchanged places with Ms. D, and Crane, with a face of Southern Continent ancestry, entered the carriage. And Ms. D, who has a bright face, simple clothes, and a noble temperament, sits next to the secret puppet who serves as a coachman, which is the best pass.

Sure enough, they entered the city without any obstacles.

The soldiers of the guard merely glanced at the noble lady and immediately let her into the city with a flattering smile. Ms. D also expertly grabbed a handful of copper pennies from her handbag and threw it into the soldiers and crowd.

Clanging, crackling.

People bent down and scrambled for coins on the ground.

"I have some friends here who can live in a slightly better house." After entering the city, Ms. D gave the name and approximate location of the hotel, "My friend will probably invite me to dinner, Mr. X, let's separate here and see you later." ”

"Okay."

Enzo got out of the car, and Ms. D took the reins herself, walked down the beaten path, and quickly disappeared around the corner.

"Let's settle dinner ......"

Crane cheered up, bypassed the haggard street girl on the side of the road, and the secret prostitute who hid behind the crack in the door and quietly handed over his eyes, and walked straight into the rather prosperous city with his secret puppet Enzo, found a relatively clean restaurant, and ordered some food casually.

These foods are not delicious, they can only be said to be full in large quantities, and the strong flavor of spices makes him a little overwhelmed. There were still some half-baked ingredients and toothy sand in it, and Crane was full after eating one, and had to worry about Enzo having more than half of the dinner in front of him.

Secret puppets don't need to eat, but food can't just be wasted.

At this moment, Klein noticed a little girl standing outside the restaurant, about eleven or twelve years old, with clumpy hair, thin as a bean sprout, and only a slightly cleaner face on her body.

Her eyes were dark and large, sparkling with brilliance, and Klein immediately remembered Melissa.

After the death of the sergeant's father, before he needed to provide for Klein to go to college, Moretti's family had a period of time when they were well fed and clothed, and Melissa, although she was also a little thin, was definitely more than malnourished to the point of edema.

Outside the door, the eyes of a little girl in a dirty cloth dress looked greedily at the food in the restaurant, swallowing her saliva with difficulty.

Crane beckoned to her, telling Enzo to stand up. The little girl looked left and right, and saw that there was no one else around, so she ran over without thinking, and at Crane's motion, grabbed most of the pancakes and food left on the plate with her hands, and stuffed them directly into her mouth.

The food was decreasing at a rate visible to the naked eye, and Crane looked at the dirty hands, and stopped talking, saying nothing.

After the little girl devoured it, a pair of large black and white eyes turned to the stranger.

Seeing the plate that had been licked clean, Klein had mixed feelings, but he was still relieved. He was just about to leave when the little girl suddenly came over, took the initiative to sit on his lap, took one of Klein's hands, and lifted her skirt up.

Crane's pupils constricted, and it took him a second to realize what was going on. The shock and horror were like a knife piercing straight into his spine, and Crane jumped to his feet, as if he were holding a hot soldering iron in his arms.

He didn't remember how he had soothed the little girl with the violent shivering and goosebumps that kept rising, or how he had barely managed to stay calm and actually walked out of the restaurant with the secret puppet in a state of confusion.

The secret couple followed closely, and Crane ran out of the street as if he were running away, finally stopping at a bridge.

He threw himself at the guardrail of the bridge, throwing up everything he had eaten so far.

Until he vomited until he had nothing to vomit, he still retched uncontrollably with tears in his eyes, as if he wanted to vomit out his internal organs.

TBC

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The real policy: weavers were not allowed to work for businesses outside the company, but weavers were paid only 6% of the price of cotton, resulting in an unprecedented mortality rate.