Click-

The appearance of this voice indicates that Projector 0 has finished playing the memory of this memory.

In the dark basement, except for the faint ticking of liquid, only the sound of Fengxi's breathing remained.

After a period of silence.

A huge resentment surged in, and Feng Xi covered his head, his eyes wide open.

The ears were filled with the resentment of the ten thousand freemen before they died, and they resented the cruelty of the knights, and they hated the deceitful deceitful of the hunters.

In addition to the 10,000 freemen, there is also the curse of those who died at the hands of the hunters.

"Hunter, I told you you'd die, you're dead."

and, the unwilling roar of the hunter.

"Daddy, I hate you! Hate you. ”

Because there was no paralysis of high alcohol, this impact made Feng Xi's body activate the function of self-protection.

Commonly known as: coma.

I don't know how long it took.

In the midst of a feeling of extreme hunger, Feng Xi woke up.

It's just that when he woke up, he found traces of churning around him.

It was as if when he was unconscious, he heard the sound of someone coming in and rummaging.

When I stood up and looked, I was turned over.

But it was all empty bottles and tattered things, and he didn't know how to be in a coma for a few days like a dead man.

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A few days ago.

A thief with a monkey's cheek enters the castle.

After rummaging upstairs.

Smear went to the basement, lit a kerosene lamp and searched for it, but found the motionless Wind Shrine, and he was startled and immediately escaped.

Unfortunately, when he reached the door, he was impaled by the fall of the castle's spire, which pierced the planks on the first floor, and found his place in the basement.

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Right now.

Feng Xi stood up with his head in his hands, cleaned the cup, set it up, and picked up the severed finger.

Squeak Squeak –

Projector 0 began to rewind, and Feng Xi, as the only person who could listen to the memory, also relied on this to unlock countless secrets, and the hidden secret of the severed finger was already close to the truth.

I just don't know if the old butler has succeeded in stealing the position of Grand Duke, because in the past few hundred years of history, there is only one thing recorded about the recognition of relatives.

It was the Grand Duke who once found a 14-year-old biological child who was a housekeeper.

And there is not the slightest trace of the old butler in history.

After picking up Delta-Thius's severed finger, sure enough, it was broken.

Because there is no paralysis of high wine, Feng Xi reads the memories carried by the memory body at one time, which will cause some damage to his brain.

However, it does not affect, and the wind shrine has prepared the next stop to go, which is to go to the territory where Grand Duke Troxie is located, and it is best to reach the castle.

Only by going there can this 500-year-old secret be solved, and if you want to count the rich man stealing the position of Grand Duke, it should be 700 years.

A hoax spanning 700 years.

Thinking of the opportunity to solve this mystery, Feng Xi's heart was also a little excited, and after taking a deep breath, he adjusted his mood slightly, put his severed finger in the pocket of his black trench coat, and walked up slowly.

Squeak, squeak, squeak-

One up.

In front of me, a body impaled by the spire of the castle came into view.

"This is the thief."

Feng Xi ignored the corpse and chose to bypass him directly.

The castle is old, it is 700 years old, and it is also very reasonable to drop something and hit someone, it can only be said that the thieves are unlucky.

Like he was never smashed.

Get out of the castle.

It's still a windy and sandy day, and you can't tell whether it's sky or yellow sand in the distance.

The terrifying jungle here is gone, and the Wind Ritual doesn't know what happened to make this massive jungle disappear.

Along the sandwalk, we came to the tavern of Delta Siros.

Luckily, the door opened.

Crunch.

"It's Mr. Detective, why do you look haggard, is it the blonde who fascinates you?"

Feng Xi smiled and ignored the trash talk, and then said, "The old way, a glass of high wine." ”

After hearing this, Delta Siros also lowered her head and continued the acrobatic bartending process.

What Delta Siros said just now, Feng Xi knew, he didn't know how he ended up here, and his appearance was different from the people here.

The black-haired, yellow-skinned man, he is the only one here, at least for now.

But I've heard Siros say that the Far East is full of people like him.

It's just a long way off, a long way off.

He didn't know if he could get there, but he probably wouldn't.

Here, too, because of his appearance, he attracted the attention of some blondes, who all wanted to taste the legendary Oriental man.

The people who live here are dismissive of those morals and everything, and they pay attention to living one day at a time, and they just need to be happy every day.

"Detective, your high wine."

Feng Xi took the wine and walked to a corner and sat down.

Raise your head and take a sip.

Because you don't have to go back to look at the memory, this time, no fire was added.

After drinking a glass of relatively high concentration of wine, the feeling of anesthesia is also fighting against the sequelae after looking at the memory.

Feng Xi didn't know how the No. 0 projector appeared, he had already seen it many times when he got it.

Including the name of the tavern owner in front of him, he was known by the memory of his memory.

Delta Siros.

Same as the old housekeeper's last name in memory this time.

It's just that the relationship between them is invisible.

In the tavern, as Feng Xi pondered, his eyes became clearer and clearer.

Grab your glass and head back to the bar.

"Refill."

"Detective, are you in such good spirits today?"

Feng Xi ignored his teasing, but looked at Delta Siros and asked slowly.

"I have a question, how did you choose to open a tavern here?"

Delta Siros raised her head to look at Feng Xi, but she only shrugged helplessly and did not speak.

Bang Dong –

"Detective, drink."

【1 minute.】 】

Feng Xi meditated silently in his heart.

The tavernkeeper was a minute quicker to mix wine, and besides, there was less wine.

Staring at the cup, Feng Xi knew that this was because the boss didn't want to say more and wanted him to leave, but he didn't care about it, and drank it directly.

He took out the Kxi coin and put it on the bar, pushed the door open and left.

Delta Siros looked at the departing Wind Shrine, her eyes flashing with suspicion.

[Could it be that he knows my name and wants to report it to Grand Duke Taxis, after all, I am the descendant of that thief, but this is impossible, everyone who guessed my identity is dead. 】

He doesn't have a deep relationship with this novelist who usually likes to call himself a detective, it's just a glass of friendship.

However, Delta Siros was still full of suspicion in her heart, and she was also planning to follow Feng Xi to see what he was doing, and how he could suddenly ask this sentence.

After coming out, Feng Xi also felt a little dizzy in his body, and he swayed from side to side when he walked, but his mind was unprecedentedly clear.

The eyes are also very clear, and there is no drunkenness in the slightest.

I arrived at a waiting point and boarded the pickup truck for the morning shift.

Feng Xi embarks on a journey to find the next severed finger.

Inside the car, the passengers smelled the smell of alcohol on Fengxi's body and secretly snickered.

"The drunkard actually got in the car, did he want to run into the knight of the Grand Duke of Taxis?"

"A few days ago, the Knight Lords executed two drunken leavers."

Listening to the conversation of the other passengers, a bearded strong man also snorted disdainfully.

"If you drink and make a mistake, you dare to rush into the knight, you deserve it."

But Feng Xi saw something different in his eyes.

That thing is called faith, and it is the faith of a free man.

You can still see the existence of such people here.

[It's getting more and more interesting, isn't it?] 】