"We need to be vigilant and ready to face unknown attacks at any time."

These are the words taught to him by the instructors of the past.

After all, witchers never compromise.

The proximity of King Street to the central city is home to most of the institutions and institutions, including the largest private hospital in the country, the Capital Hospital of the British North, and the Queen has set up a number of transportation routes for the convenience of the aristocracy.

The Sheriff's Department, the center of control of the Polnia garrison, is opposite the Anglo-Beire Capital Hospital, and if there is any doctor-patient conflict, the heavily armed garrison can occupy the hospital within five minutes.

Not far from the Atlas Alchemy, just turn another corner to see the magnificent and gorgeous gate of the Central Order, known as the Ruthless Judgment Place, and the offices of the three major chambers of commerce can also be found on King Street.

Therefore, everyone said that if someone dared to make trouble on this street, it was estimated that they could break the record for the fastest execution from crime to execution.

The shops were as lively as ever, and Jiang Chenchuan came out when he passed by a bookstore and bought a copy of "Genesis".

He had been looking for something for so long, and finally found him.

Perhaps, it is really time to learn about this era, about the legends of the ancients, about the mystery of the World Tree, about the weirdness of the shadows.

What's that, exactly?

What are the triggers for pollution?

Whether there is a local way to deal with it or not, nothing is yet to be known.

To solve the problem, we have to get to the root of the problem, all fears stem from the lack of firepower, and we can't always hope to be suppressed with sophisticated high-tech equipment and absolute weapons as before.

I finally returned to the residence, but I didn't see the old man of the landlord at home, I seemed to have gone out, climbed up to the second floor, and saw the door next door wide open, and it seemed that there was a new neighbor to live in.

Entering his own space, Jiang Chenchuan dared to show a trace of exhaustion, and after putting away his things, he took a random piece of clothing in the closet and went to the bathroom.

There was a dull pain in his chest, and after taking off his white shirt, his eyes swept lightly over the mirror, and from the reflected picture, he saw that the location of his heart had a strange and distorted wound, which was the mark left by the gunshot.

It could be seen that it was a fatal wound, but not only was he not dead, but the scabbed part was covered with terrible black lines, like thorns growing out of flesh, as if it was a sign of something.

"Looks like we'll have to leave as soon as possible."

Jiang Chenchuan muttered.

When the thing found him, it was no longer safe, and if anyone else was contaminated, the consequences would be dire.

Crazy rainy nights, hunting and slaughtering, he didn't want to be hunted down by the Sheriff's Department all over the world.

The hot bath was really comfortable, wiping my head with a towel, and there was a faint and refreshing scent of soap on it, and when I opened the bathroom door, the steaming mist filled out.

"Mrs. Lucy's cat has been lost again, will you help her find it?"

Suddenly, a voice rang out.

touched a sensitive nerve, if it weren't for the sound being too familiar, the next second, he would definitely take action.

Turning his head, Lockren sat on the sofa in the living room, fiddling with the hot meal in his hand, and the smell of food wafted through the room.

I still remember the first time I met Loquelen, it was hard to imagine that a man with such a fierce appearance and a body like a black bear could have good cooking skills.

"This is the third time she's lost her cat this year."

It is said that the drunkard does not mean to drink, and everyone on this street knows that Mrs. Lucy has lost her husband a few years ago, and she is very lonely, and since she met Ewell, she has asked him to help find the cat every once in a while.

The most important thing is that if you don't pay the commission fee, Ewell will go before, but Jiang Chenchuan won't.

"Oh! Ewell, you know. ”

There was a joke in Loquelun's eyes, Jiang Chenchuan was not interested, he waved his hand and changed into a new white shirt.

"What are you going to eat today?"

"I fried the potatoes the same way you told me last time, don't tell me, these 'fries' are really delicious, and the 'ketchup' you said, I also made it, it's cabbage and lamb stew, give, and my new breadsticks."

I have to say that this is already a sumptuous meal for Jiang Chenchuan.

"That's good, Loklen, your cooking has improved again."

A month ago, when I first met Loquelon, he was full of muscles, and I thought he was some kind of thug, but it turned out to be a detective, and after getting acquainted with it, I realized that it was a pity that this guy didn't go to be a chef.

Jiang Chenchuan, who hadn't eaten lunch, felt hungry, and sat down to eat.

"What hometown dish you told me last time, I tried it a few times, and the things it made tasted a little weird, when will you guide me again...... Alas, what is it? ”

Without Lokren's reminder, Jiang Chenchuan didn't pay attention, and on the dining table where there was nothing yesterday, there was an extra small cloth bag, and there was a letter pressed underneath.

He didn't care about the mailbox, the old man of the landlord found his things while packing the mailbox, and he would kindly help pick them up, usually bills or promotional posters, so Jiang Chenchuan didn't care.

"Ywell, which bank are you going to rob?"

Lockren was stunned and took out a gold gallon from his cloth bag, the golden coin looked extremely dazzling in this small gray room, it was all the smell of money.

"It should be the reward for the last commission, but I didn't expect Miss Rena to send the money so quickly."

Dip some tomato sauce in French fries, it's really delicious in the world, and you won't get tired of eating it.

"Including...... These? ”

Lokren toppled the sack, and more gold coins fell out of it, spinning and rolling on the table, far more than Rena had been paid.

"There is also a letter addressed to you, and the sender is...... Museum of the Capital of Polnia, this is not the last time you commissioned ....... Loqueren raised his head, his eyes were a little flustered, and he said in fear, "Ewell, you can't fail the entrusted mission and are going to be captured, right?" And this money is to dispose of your funeral expenses or something......"

"Give me the letter."

Interrupting Loquelen's whimsical thoughts, he took the letter, this heavy texture and the bronzing mark of the museum, Jiang Chenchuan suddenly had a bad premonition.

It won't be ......

Under Loquelen's gaze, he opened the envelope.

As soon as I took out the letter, an employee ID card slipped out of the envelope.

The employee ID card is opened, and the content on it is a few more lines than the client's.

"Ewell von Heinrich"

Several large letters are printed on it.

A strong premonition gradually amplified in my heart, and at this moment, it stopped.

The certificate reads:

Employee ID card of the Capital Museum in Yinglanbeier

Department: Processing Department.

Position: Squad 3 Handlers.

Nature of position: dispatched.

Awakening: Yes.

Apocalyptic Color: Green.

Grade: C

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