A special approach? Does it mean that you have to bend into a trick? But their gaze was quite gentle, and they didn't look like they were going to do anything.

"Alright, Mr. van der Rohe, thank you for your cooperation in the investigation, but please do not leave Faslanka until the case is closed, and if necessary, be sure to inform the officer of the Shipley am Rhine police station, otherwise you will become a fugitive." The middle-aged police officer finally admonished.

"Ahh No, no problem. ”

Wait, that's the end of it? Just a few words? Wouldn't that be a little too hasty?

Venason clearly felt that things were too simple, after all, this was a gathering involving the arrival of a hidden being, and normally these official police wouldn't let him go so easily.

In Venason's blank eyes, Hollinton had already led the middle-aged police officer led by her to exit the dark and damp corridor, and the young officer who followed at the end, after taking two steps, suddenly stopped, turned his head and said to Venason abruptly.

"That's good, you're lucky."

"What?" Venason looked confused.

The bookish silver-haired young police officer smiled slightly, and lifted the bronze lantern in his hand slightly.

"Under the light of the fire of the heart, you are not depraved, generally speaking, it only takes 12 seconds, and the darkness hidden in the depths of your heart will be clearly outlined."

"To be honest, we were surprised and lucky to see that you were fine, otherwise you would have been banished."

With that, he quickly followed the middle-aged officer out of the corridor and disappeared into the darkness.

"Banishment?"

Venason heard this unfamiliar word, his instinctive feeling was a little strange, and after two seconds, his eyes suddenly widened, and he looked at the two of them who disappeared into the dark corridor with a horrified face, and an ancient title came to his mind - clergy!

.........

On the banks of the Rhine, on the second floor of the Longchamps Library!

"Captain, the detection feedback of the Psychic Fire has already yielded results, he has no problem, he is a very pure soul, not polluted by unknown evil."

It was the silver-haired young police officer with languid eyes, slender cheeks, and bookish face who spoke in an office at this time, reporting to a handsome middle-aged officer.

"But I still have a suspicion that everyone who attended the party that night has fallen, but he didn't, Captain, there's something wrong with that, right?"

"A lot of times we need to believe in objective facts, and we can't speculate with self-awareness, which is not rigorous."

After the middle-aged officer finished speaking, he invisibly inserted his hand into the pocket of his black trench coat and took out a quaint gold pocket watch, which was different from other ordinary pocket watches, with many tiny incantations engraved on it, as well as wriggling tiny blood.

Staring at the strange gold pocket watch in his hand, the middle-aged police officer gently spat out an ancient lune word "backtrack", and then opened it with a click, and saw that the hands inside were moving slowly in a clockwise direction.

Tick... Tick...

Glancing at the time, it closed with a click, then opened with a click, and knocked twice in a row, and what I got was still turning in a clockwise direction.

"He has no problem, at least for now, he has gone through transcendent events and has not died, he is special enough and lucky enough for the Night's Watch to need this luck."

"By the way, that mysterious force came last night, Faslanka is not destined to be too stable recently, Besik, you inform Frank and Elena of them, you need to pay more attention recently!"

"Yes, Captain!"

.........

Huttenmar, the capital of the Kingdom of Ghent, on Silver Cross Street in the Zoltland district, the Holy See of St. Hornavich in the Ghent Kingdom Branch, in the underground church.

Archbishop John, dressed in black and red robes and holding a dark red cross. Ruskin sat in front of the episcopal table, rubbing the ancient pattern of yellowed parchment on the table.

"Mr. Black Sheepskin, in the name of the Archbishop of the Church of Honavich, I ask you about the mutation in the third trade zone of Ghent, Faslanka!"

......

"Mr. Black Sheepskin, I command you to respond in the name of Sleep and Crimson......"

......

So, why didn't Seal 1-101 react at all?

Could it be that there is something wrong with the direction I am asking? No, it's not.

Archbishop John. Ruskin quickly changed his words, but the black sheepskin remained unresponsive, as if it were really just a plain piece of parchment......

.........

Southwest of Florence, the outer circle of the Scandinavian White Desert!

The creamy white desert glows quietly in the night, and a shabby old-fashioned three-masted black galleon, without a sign, without a flag, without a national symbol, sails in the icy cold wind.

Jack in a robe that draws lightning waves and a tricorneal hat on his head. D. Sparrow stepped on the mastsail and looked up at the empty desert ahead, and the chicken-shaped stones, camel stones, seal stones, and mushroom stones that dotted around.

"Sure enough, in addition to being able to sail on the ocean, the Black Pearl can also sail in the desert, and if you think about it, you can't help but admire the magic of the ghost ship."

Jack whispered alone, and just then, a sailor dressed in the same blue color ran up to the deck from the cabin and shouted at the back of the man standing on the mast.

"Captain, the secret ...... of the Church of Fasranka"

Faslanka? Could it be the Viatu sacrifice? She can't wait to get her hands on this ancient relic now?

Jack looked up at the top of the mast, a black gold coin inscribed with an ancient pattern swirling around his fingertips......

.........

Gothic high-pointed buildings and wide streets made of black brick are the main colors of Mink Street, which to some extent still retains the unique taste of the Middle Ages.

Crimson radiated the earth, and the slightly eerie and illusory moonlight shone in from the glass window on the second floor of Frank's apartment, covering the lattice wall lamp on the wall next to the desk, covering a thin veil.

Venason paced back and forth in the room, contemplating the intentions of the clergyman, his brow slightly raised, his amber eyes deepening.

Jason mentions in his diary that the clergy are a bunch of outright insane people who serve the gods and possess transcendence, and are themselves very dangerous beings.

Today, this group of crazy people came to me because the original owner attended a mysterious gathering three days ago, and they found a suspicious ancient and secret Honorable Sketch on the spot, so they suspected that this unsuccessful art student believed in an unknown evil god.

But what they didn't know was that the original Venason had already died in that party, and now standing in front of them was Chen Xiuyuan, who had traveled from another time and space.

But then again, was that sketch really me...... Belch..... Did you draw it before I crossed over?

But why did he paint it? He should know that there are many ancient hidden beings in the world full of malice.

Venason took two steps forward, then suddenly paused again, and by the light of the crimson full moon outside the window, his gaze shifted down to the bronze ring again.

This bronze ring, which can make people enter the mysterious space, is so abnormal, strange, and indescribable under the crimson moon!

The portrait on the sketch paper is it, the hidden existence that the original owner prayed for is it, and perhaps my crossing is also because of it........