Two ideas surfaced, one was to let the "thief" Black Emperor touch the church post in the middle of the night, and the other was to let the magic lamp go to the church to throw a small note.

Klein thought a little proudly, I can also have two ways to solve such a difficult problem.

Weighing the pros and cons, the first plan feels really inconsistent with the mysterious, majestic, and righteous image of the "grand thief", and this kind of behavior is also equivalent to a provocation to the authority of the church, which is slightly equivalent to Sun Monkey writing "Come here" on the finger of the Buddha, and then soaking in urine, which is very risky to be restrained by special abilities and arrested on the spot. No matter how bad it is, it will also increase the degree of harm of "Rogue Thieves" on the side of the church, which may cause the ranking of the purification sequence to rise.

Well, it's better to ask for others than for yourself, and becoming a living person at the door of the church should be conducive to the digestion of potions.

In the second option, Klein thinks that since the magic lamp can act autonomously, the feasibility must be no problem, it is high-level, anti-divination, it should not be discovered, and it will definitely not be associated with me through it, which is less risky than the first one.

However, firstly, whether the magic lamp will agree or not, and secondly, what if it charges a fee.

If the report is really successful, it seems that the group of detectives will be unemployed again.

What a miserable Mr. Stuart, I really can't stand him, and meet myself as a high-priced commissioner terminator.

As for the detectives who just joined, someone reported this kind of thing, and Klein couldn't care about it so much, the murderer killed at least one a week, and if he wasn't caught quickly, more people would lose their lives.

Returning to reality, Klein directly found the magic lamp and asked, anyway, it wouldn't do anything to himself.

"You want me to go to church and put up a portrait of your divination serial killer?"

Wang Zichuan asked excitedly, this is a good idea.

"Which church do you want to put on the door? Or is it going to be put on the face of which bishop? ”

Why are you so excited, something is wrong with you.

Despite this, Crane detailed his simple and crude plan.

"I'll prepare the portrait later, you first interfere with it for anti-divination, and then wait until the dead of night, then stealth or create illusions, rush to the nearest Holy Wind Cathedral, throw the portrait in, and then leave quickly, don't wait to see the follow-up."

Crane is worried that the magic lamp will go crazy and attack the substitute punisher, and can only hope that its sanity is lucky online.

Wang Zichuan looked at the portrait in front of him, it seemed to be a little familiar, no matter what, it didn't matter if he couldn't remember clearly.

The night was dark and the wind was high, and the haze was thick, Wang Zichuan happily walked through the chaotic space with the portrait.

A magnificent and ornate spired cathedral appeared in front of him, and Wang Zichuan circled around it, trying to find an open window and throw the portrait in, although he felt that even if he broke in directly, this group of substitutes would not be able to do anything about him, but Crane repeatedly told him to come quietly, go quietly, and not make too much noise.

Maybe it's because the winter is too cold, maybe it's because the smog is too heavy, maybe it's dark at night, but anyway, whatever the reason, the Holy Wind Cathedral doesn't have open windows.

Isn't it embarrassing for me to be a lamp god?

He was quiet for a moment, feeling that he didn't hear anyone in the church, not even someone on duty? You should learn this from night owls, how to be promoted if you don't cultivate immortals.

Just smash a window? Well......

Wang Zichuan tilted his head and thought for a while, feeling that it was completely unnecessary, the quaint oil lamp suddenly appeared in his hand, and he was facing the unlocked door of the Holy Wind Cathedral, and threw out the magic lamp vigorously.

"Bang!"

The huge impact slammed open the door with a bang, and the force did not decrease, directly opening a big hole in the rows of chairs, and the white pieces of paper exploded like scattered flowers and scattered all over the ground.

The staircase leading down the empty cathedral was just a figure with tenacious gray hair, silver eyes, and a serious square face under a black floppy hat.

The silver-white lightning storm appeared out of thin air, suddenly spreading out of all directions and outside the door, although I don't know why Cardinal Ace Snake of the Storm Church happened to appear, but this did not prevent him from being furious, and immediately attacked with all his strength, instead of the Lord to punish him.

The golden light in the center of the storm suddenly appeared, and the main body of the magic lamp was entangled by the explosive lightning, and it was almost impossible to maintain its invisibility.

The violent wind collided with the air, making an explosive movement, and the terrifying whirlpool visible to the naked eye swirled and entangled, and the air flow turned sharply, tearing and rolling up the chairs, uprooting the trees, lawns, and street lamps outside the door, and rolling them into the air.

also rolled up Wang Zichuan's figure and sucked it into the whirlpool, making him feel dizzy and stuffed into the drum washing machine.

"Hahaha, you have to run quickly...... Otherwise...... Want...... I'm going to throw up...... I don't know...... Can those portraits still be put together......

"What people!"

The Singer of the Gods rose to his feet and rushed out the door, he must chop this abominable intruder of blasphemy to death!

"Haha, in order to prevent the world from being destroyed...... To protect the peace of the world...... I, hahaha, am here to report. ”

The voice was torn apart by the wind, but Cardinal Ace interpreted it with a strong sense of mockery.

"This place...... The mystery is weakened, and the reality is enhanced. ”

The wind and lightning suddenly weakened, and Bishop Ace's figure also fell to the ground, and suddenly, a golden light flashed, Bishop Ace intuitively felt a sharp pain in his chest, and his body could not control a stagger, and then there was a mess of the scene, and there were no strange intruders.

Bishop Ace's black soft hat immediately grew a little taller.

At 15 Minsk Street, Klein waited a little uneasily, and suddenly, the air above the coffee table was suddenly frozen like glue for a moment, and the next moment, the magic lamp appeared in front of him.

Klein hurriedly asked, "Are things going well?" ”

Wang Zichuan replied a little embarrassed:

"Let's report it again tomorrow."

Klein's expression was surprised, he didn't believe what could go wrong just to deliver the report letter and portrait.

"The believers of the tyrant were so rude that as soon as I threw them in, the bishop chased them out and went to war without saying a word."

"The report letter and portrait have long been torn to shreds, and they can't be put together."

"Let's go to the Night Church tomorrow, I think the night watchers are more gentle."

The next day, Crane pretended to be investigating a serial murder case and deliberately passed by the Cathedral of the Holy Wind.

The entrance to the cathedral has been barricaded, and some craftsmen are resting on the pavement in front of the church, some are reinstalling street lights, some are resting on the lawn, peeking into the interior of the church, and some people in overalls who do not look like they come to worship at all.

What did the magic lamp do last night!