Zhang Huaisheng opened his eyes with some difficulty, and the long sleep did not make him feel very relaxed, but instead had a hangover-like dizziness.

As a transcendent of Dual Path Sequence 8, he could withstand even if he didn't sleep for a week, let alone just two days and one night.

But these few frequent shattering of personality caused a great load on his spirit.

He needs to get enough sleep to mend it, or it will only delay his promotion to the dictatorship even more.

He rubbed his temples and closed his eyes for a few more moments before sitting up from the bed.

A pair of brown eyes were staring at his face with a little anxiety, with a white mane, like a black cat tied with a white scarf Seeing him, he quickly turned his face away and pretended to comb his hair.

"It's hard for you to sneak up on me last night when I was asleep."

Zhang Huaisheng couldn't help laughing.

He got up and pushed open the door to wash, and as soon as he pushed open a corner, he found that the little black whizzed past his feet like an arrow.

"So fast!"

Zhang Huaisheng was about to restrain it, only to find that it did not mean to escape from the villa, but jumped directly to the balcony, planed on the nursery on the edge, and couldn't wait to squat on it and use his strength.

Zhang Huaisheng suddenly slapped his head: "Oops, I actually forgot that you still have to." ”

He hadn't had a cat, and there were a lot of trivial things yesterday, and Xiao Hei had a tsundere temperament that disdained to ask him for help, so he completely ignored it.

"Thanks to your penchant for cleanliness, Mr. McCarney will be furious if he is pulled into the room."

For the sake of Xiao Hei's sensibleness, Zhang Huaisheng cooked him another piece of chicken breast with a lot of weight.

This time it seemed to be the reason why it was not hungry, and it was dismissive of it, only glancing at it from time to time, betraying its heart again.

Old Maitou is not at home.

Recently, he has been working with a local church in Boston to plan a siege campaign against the followers of the Abyss God.

Several suspicious subjects in the congregation were watched by special people, and they were caught in a net when they caught a big fish.

Zhang Huaisheng took the soft hat that Teresa gave him from the hanger, buttoned it on his head, and prepared to go out.

Before leaving, he looked back at the kitten who was lying under the sofa and peeping at him, and advised: "Take good care of the house, don't scratch the furniture, and go to the balcony if you want to go to the balcony." ”

Its ears moved, and it seemed to hear.

Zhang Huaisheng grinned, pushed the door and walked out, of course Xiao Hei couldn't understand people's words, otherwise he wouldn't have regarded him as the murderer who buried Smith alive.

…

The obstacle to the perception of Rue de la Iris still exists, and it did not disappear with the disappearance of Louis XVI.

In the depths of Iris Street, there should still be a lot of precious treasures, but Zhang Huaisheng didn't have the idea of exploring or hunting for treasures.

Exploring someone else's home is no different from a tomb robber.

Zhang Huaisheng stood by a gas lamp, turned on the lighter with a click, and lit a cigarette for himself.

A dirty beggar walked slowly.

Zhang Huaisheng took out a coin and was about to hand it to him, but he waved his hand and said, "Sir, the thing you want has already been found, Ms. Lucia invites you to meet at the agreed place." ”

Zhang Huaisheng was stunned for a moment before he said, "Well, okay." ”

Lucia is the name of the head of the Boston Controllers Club, the appraiser of the Extraordinary Gathering—most likely just one of the corpses, of course.

After the beggar said these words, he walked away on his own, and Zhang Huaisheng chased after him and put the coin in his bowl that he had just wanted to give.

The beggar, however, as if he had never seen him at all, hurriedly thanked him: "May the god of steam and machinery bless you, generous sir." ”

Zhang Huaisheng smiled and turned his head away.

Quietly looking around.

The crowd was crowded, but everyone seemed normal.

It is clear that this beggar is not a corpse puppet, but a puppet temporarily controlled by the master with a spiritual thread.

The problem is that the golem's vision is not interoperable with its body, which means that her body, or a corpse golem, is nearby.

"Since you're nearby, why don't you just come out and say hello? The controller is so fond of pretending to be a ghost? ”

The search was fruitless, and Zhang Huaisheng was a little helpless.

I had to go to the place I agreed with Lucia last night.

...

Boston Controllers Club.

Just as the transcendent of this path gives the impression it makes.

Boston's Masters Club is a funeral parlor-like building, and even in broad daylight, it's still pitch black, and there is not even a light.

The guard's booth was empty.

But the two private carriages parked at the door proved that someone had visited here not long ago, and that they had not left.

When you walk in, you can clearly feel that the temperature has plummeted, so it is perfect for summer escape.

A scholar in a black hood, holding an ancient book that looked very historical, passed by Zhang Huaisheng.

The true God who controls the way is the God of knowledge and wisdom.

Most of the people who believed in this god were university professors, antiquarian researchers, gem experts and other intellectuals, and they were very different from the gods of steam and machinery, which were biased towards science and engineering.

In fact, there are not many transcendents who control the path, but few people can see their identities.

Maybe your fat neighbor who smiles all day long and looks very kind is a master.

He is secretly peeking into your life, and from time to time he will speak and guide, and a casual word can provoke a bloody disaster.

For example, your wife who has been in love for many years suddenly cuckolds you, but in fact, he gave her a psychological cue to make her crave the stimulation of an extramarital affair, and the adulterer was also inadvertently introduced to your wife by him.

He will guide you to break their adultery "by accident", and at this time, this confidant brother will also put a knife nearby at the right time, so that you will commit a bloody crime and go to prison.

Look, he didn't do anything.

But your life is controlled by him like a marionette.

If there is a choice, Zhang Huaisheng would rather never deal with the person in control.

Walk to the second room on the right hand side of the corridor.

Zhang Huaisheng didn't knock on the door, and pushed the door directly.

It was probably a bar, and Lucia was sitting at the bar, her white calves sticking out from under her skirt and kicking up and down without hesitation.

She... Let's call her, the image of the controller club is a middle-aged old woman

The mystery of the controller is that you can never tell if they are male or female.

Maybe on the surface she is a beautiful woman, but in fact she is a short and obscene old man.

Zhang Huaisheng looked at Lucia, and his mind subconsciously flashed in a gloomy room, a short and obscene old man, who was threading needles and threads, staring at the somewhat mutilated beautiful corpse in front of him with an extremely perverted look...

"What do you seem to be thinking about that rude?"