"Strange, where did the film go. Please wait a little longer. The Romans muttered as they searched for their small bags. I didn't notice that Shang Luo in front of him was already stunned.

[I*Jinling Yayan*! It's him! How is he! Why didn't I recognize it in the first place! It's him, photographer Akjeus! 】

The photographer known as Akjies was still rummaging through his bag.

"He's a bad guy?" Shang Luo asked quickly.

[No, he's a good guy, he's really here to send you photos.] But you'll be implicated when you're with him! But he will recruit a ripper! Turn around and run, leave him alone! You can't save him! It seems too late to run now, but let's run first! 】

"I'm sorry! I still have something to do, next time! ”

Shang Luo shouted, turned around and ran—he didn't think much of it. Although this is a good person, he is not familiar with it at all, and he is not a cute beautiful girl, just a middle-aged Roman. Since this place has become a place of right and wrong, of course, it is the best policy.

"Wait, I almost forgot." As he ran, he pulled his phone out of his arms, "I should have called the police." Oh no, Bao Jin, this kind of thing should be handled by Jinyiwei. So what's going on with the ripper? ”

[Don't ask! I'm letting you run because I'm afraid you know, that's what I said before, as long as you don't see the ripper. 】

Apollonia's voice stopped abruptly:

[Ah, it's late. I knew it was too late. 】

A slender figure appeared at the entrance of the alley, wearing a black trench coat that did not fit Yujing, a high-topped black top hat and white gloves. This slim-fitting, narrow gown originated in Germania, but is now also popular in Rome. In addition to going to the Senate for meetings, most of the Roman nobles would wear such narrow dresses to move around.

But this one is clearly not a tourist. Blood seeped out of his white gloves, from the fingertips that were wrapped in the gloves. The gloves were dyed red, and blood dripped down the tip of the knife drop by drop.

Every drop of blood that falls to the ground will be splattered with blood stains like plum blossoms, and each blood stain is at an equal distance from each other. His hands were like bottomless water leaks, dripping with blood drop after drop, but at some point it was a head.

The slender figure did not stay beside Shang Luo, but just passed by him. The two even looked at each other once. Immediately after, step by step, the blood stains extended forward drop by drop.

The photographer saw the scene as well - at first he didn't react until he could see the face of the man in black.

He tried to turn around and run into the subway station, but found that his legs had long since lost strength. Blood continued to seep from his hands, then his feet, and his back.

Blood filled the lungs, and the photographer pleaded in a wheezing voice: "You and me. Let me take the film. Give it to him. Put the film. Published"

Before he could finish the last word, the photographer was already on his back and collapsed to the ground. There was a gap in his chest. It was as if the gap had been prepared there a long time ago.

The man in black silently stepped forward, reached into his chest, and drew a sharp skinning knife with his bloodied right hand.

Eventually, his right hand stopped dripping blood. This is where the cause and effect of disembowelment ends.

In the blink of an eye, the ripper was gone.

Shang Luo didn't even notice when he disappeared in an instant, as if he had never appeared.

Even he couldn't even remember the chronology after the passing. In this process, he was like an observer, who could only silently watch what had "happened", and did not even have the idea of going up to the rescue. It's like the whole murder has already happened. It was not until the Ripper disappeared that the linear flow of events resumed.

When Shang Luo walked up, the photographer still breathed a sigh of relief.

"I Killed Me"

"I see it." Shang Luo nodded.

"Film. Film" His voice was drowned out by the wheeze of blood.

"You know, I'm going to find the film and print it out and publish it in your travelogue." Shang Luo shook the hand dripping with blood.

Hearing the assurance, the light in the photographer's eyes gradually froze and froze at this moment.

"I killed me."

Shang Luo repeated the sentence. In fact, he realized it when he saw the ripper's eyes.

"Apollonia! The ripper and the photographer are the same person? ”

【. She fell silent.

"Apollonia?"

[*Jinling Yayan*.] 】

"Did I guess right?"

[Mithra is on top!] How could the Xudra forces allow such a thing to happen in the land of Aurora! What do they do! So yes, you guessed it, you witnessed the scene of the collapse of the Holy Ring. I knew they were so tossed, something would happen one day! 】

"So the holy word is waiting! What did you say before? There are three occult centers in Rome, as well as three other sub-centers? They are Constantinople in supernatural powers, Alexandria in alchemy, and Delphi in astrology. The sub-centres are Syracuse in physics, Rome in sociology, and New Antioch in the Americas, the ideal city of 'practice'. ”

So you know why, right? Why does Rome seem so depraved, yet deserves to rule the world back-to-back with Aurora. One Rome, of course, can't, but Rome is not just one, but six! Constantinople, Alexandria, New Antioch. These cities not only recreate the pattern of the city of Rome in other places, but also recreate the presence of the Romans. Rome split itself apart and made six empires, advancing simultaneously into six different realms. 】

"Which is that ontology? Constantinople's? ”

[The ontology could be any one, and even the so-called 'insiders' of the Senate did not know whether it was a 'deity' or a replica of the reproduction.] It's like the photographer doesn't realize he's died once. 】

"Isn't it crazy to know that there are six of you living in the world at the same time???"

[Therefore, there will always be unexpected informants. It's okay to say once or twice, because there will always be two people in the world who look the same. Sometimes you look at the photos and you can even see that your friends look like a historical figure. But any magic leaves a trail, just as a key must be present to lock it. Even if you destroy the key, the keyhole is still there. There will always be people who will discover the abnormalities of life, and there will always be people who will peek into the holy scriptures on their own. There was a golden book in Rome, and only those above it joined this 'great practice' that was split into six. They'll keep everyone on the books. 】

"And what will the Romans do with these bugs?"

[Similar to the brocade guards, Rome has trained guards to deal with this matter. The ones who specialize in dealing with the Holy Rings are the 'Xudra Forces', and they are all controlled 'Awakened Ones', and when they come out of the team, they are in groups of six. As long as the main body does not die, the other five will reappear on their own even if they die, just like the beheaded Xudra - and they will take the 'EITR' potion to preserve the continuity of their consciousness in the process of rebirth, so that they can start over with all the memories they had before they died, rather than being naturally 'rationalized'. Everyone in the Hurdra forces is not afraid to die, because they really don't want to die. As long as they keep taking the 'EITR' potion, they will be able to repeat the trial and error in one operation to find the best breakthrough to complete the mission. Their opponents will only see groups of death squads rushing up, and each time they will be stronger and more cunning than the last. Like Xudra's snake venom, it slowly erodes inward. 】

(End of chapter)