Just as he was about to withdraw from observation, billowing smoke obscured his vision, and the smoke mixed with Mars joined the dark clouds above the city. It makes the whole of Beckland even more gloomy, like entering the night.

There's only one place in the city that stands out from the rest.

In the eastern district, there is an area that is like a red-hot soldering iron, and the red iron juice spreads and climbs along the vertical and horizontal veins of the street, and anything they come into contact with will become another source of fire in a short time.

The air was distorted by the high temperature, and the billowing smoke and silent images made Grandin feel hopeless and frightened.

That's not right!

Grandin, who had withdrawn from the silent picture, was dripping in a cold sweat, and the uncontrollable dissipating spirituality of the promotion had been consumed. The fruit of Beckland's tomorrow fire still hung on the branches, leaning against his hand.

Grandin's fingers twitched, as if they had been burned.

There will be a fire in Beckland tomorrow! And it's extremely serious!

He gritted his teeth and asked his real-life self to find a chair to sit down. And on the Black Lake, he said a new observation to the 'Numerology Tree':

"Future observations! The cause of the Bakerland fire tomorrow! ”

This time, the movements of the 'Numerology Tree' were particularly violent, and Grandin almost instantly felt his spirituality pouring outwards and poured into the 'Numerology Tree'.

A dozen branches twisted into one strand and grabbed in one direction at the same time!

He endured the discomfort caused by the massive loss of spirituality and waited for the 'Numerology Tree' observation to be completed.

This time there was still only one fruit on the branch, and in Grandin's dizziness, the branch that bore fruit reached out to his eyes.

He beat his spirits and looked into the fruit:

In the picture, he saw himself!

He saw himself in a double-breasted tuxedo, walking briskly into the Nightwatchman's quarters. He saw himself filling out a profile update form, and the members of the squad gathered around him with envy.

He watched as he began to explain to the team members, and they all had expressions of surprise on their faces.

These are the things he is about to do!

Grandin then looked down, and he found himself talking to the captain in a serious manner. After the conversation, the captain walked out of the office.

The picture shook for a while, and when it was clear again. He's already over the East End, which seems to be a private house. There are night watchmen wearing the sacred emblem of the Night Maiden, and there are punishers wearing lightning robes, and they are slowly surrounding this place.

Grandin's gaze pierced through the building, and he saw a blonde male in the room, praying silently. But soon he listened attentively.

Then his face was fanatical, he spread his hands, and his whole person instantly turned into a blood-colored torch!

Without waiting for the official extraordinaires outside to react, the blazing sparks exploded in the building! The raging fire soon swept through everything around.

In the very center of the explosion, Grandin saw a blood-red eye.

It seemed to glance at itself, like a silent warning. Then it turned into an even more violent red lotus, making everything burn even more violently!

Grandin's heart was beating wildly, and an indescribable sense of suffocating horror weighed on his heart, making him want to scream!

His spirituality could no longer hold up, and his form on the Black Lake began to crumble. In the end, Grandin takes control of his consciousness and causes the future to dissipate again into a sky of black ashes.

After doing all this, Grandin >>

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Passed out.

However, the experience of many successful deaths caused Grandin to wake up after the pendulum clock rang ten times in a row.

At this moment, he had a splitting headache, and his whole consciousness was like a piece of porcelain, and it was smashed into thousands of petals. The heart has not yet calmed down, and it is still beating wildly.

He struggled to his feet from his chair, moved to the closet behind him, and pulled out a powerful calming potion from the screened closet.

In this case, he couldn't care about the dosage of the potion. He simply pulled the cork and poured all the potions in the test tube down his throat.

The mint-flavored, lightly-scented agent quickly took effect.

Although the consciousness was still torn apart, they were now glued together and could barely function enough for him to think normally.

The tragic situation in the East Side was actually caused by his report!

The remnants of the spirit could not sustain him and let him observe again. But now that he knows the cause of the incident, he naturally won't report it again.

Rubbing his brows, he returned to the table and sat down, the side effects of the potion made his hearing extra sensitive now. The sound of the minute hand moving, the sound of the leaves being blown by the wind outside the window, the sound of one's own heartbeat, the sound of breathing.

The noise was amplified and poured into his ears, causing him to slip even further.

He couldn't help but smile wryly, as if he would be embarrassed every time he used the 'Numerology Tree'.

But the 'Tree of Numerology' is so unanimously grasping the same result this time?

Grandin remembers the last time they were so identical, it was to observe his honorific name, although he had only read one sentence at the time......

There is no other fruit for me to choose from, does this mean that as long as I report it to the church, there will be a future that I see?

But how did a low-level extraordinaire find out about the official squad?

Grandin endured a headache and continued to remember, soon remembering the eye in the flames.

Those blood-red eyes with crazy eyes!

Was it the One who saw the danger and told His own believers? Grandin thought of that eye, and finally seemed to look at himself...... Did He see me? He was shaken again.

But soon Grandin put the conjecture aside, after all, it was something that might happen in the future, and there was no point in thinking about it now.

The most important thing now is to find the man who looks like the 'listener' of Sequence 8. This man has a unique ability in his hands that is powerful and twisted. Although he needed to self-immolate, he burned 3 blocks almost instantly!

Grandin struggled to recall that there was a water tower behind the house, and that there seemed to be a lumber processing factory around it. Using this as a clue should make it a little less difficult to find.

He wrinkled his brow and sketched the man's face - new

Dressed in classical robes, blonde, thin, short beard, deep-set eyes, and dull blue eyes.

This matter should not let the church know that the church's arrest will stimulate this man, so that he will blow himself up.

Now he can only rely on his own strength, investigate first, and then decide what to do.

Grandin got up and went downstairs to his bedroom. Put a note saying 'If you're not feeling well, skip lunch' on the door of your bedroom. Then he lay on his back on a four-poster bed and fell asleep.

Today is the last day of June, and Grandin is still maintaining his crazy speed of promotion, even if there are many difficulties ahead, he is still trying to move forward.