Chapter 136 135.The rooftop is cold at night

"Where is the holder of the Book of Truth?"

The moment the courtesan asked this question, the air in the room fell into a solid solid, as if the whole world was swinging at this moment.

Then, the body of the benefactor beside her was instantly flattened by an invisible force, and then twisted into a twisted shape, and finally scattered like crushed confetti.

But not a drop of blood came out......

Not even a single piece of debris could fall to the floor, and the fragments of body tissue were still flying in mid-air, and then twisted into even finer twists, which then shattered into dust and dissipated into the air.

And the courtesan herself also instantly felt an irresistible invisible force descending on her head.

She, or rather, he didn't choose to resist, but spread out her arms, as if to accept and embrace it all.

In the next second, her entire body shattered, like a shattered mirror beneath her feet.

No one knows what the result of his divination was, perhaps such a miserable end was already the result obtained.

However, in that large mass of fragmented flesh and blood, something was quietly wriggling......

It was a few capillary, capillary-like nematodes.

Under the clarity of such power, although they have broken into several knots, they still remain active, wriggling and gathering together, gradually merging, and finally turning into a blood-red slender nematode again.

It squirmed on the blood-soaked carpet and snuck into the house's drain.

The luxurious room was finally quiet, but the frozen air and the invisible power that had not yet completely dissipated were still stirring around.

I knew that a waiter knocked on the door and asked:

"Sir? Your wife is waiting for you in the hall......"

There was no response in the room, so the waiter waited patiently for a while and knocked on the door again.

"Sir?"

Then he boldly pushed the door open.

In the next second, his body began to distort, his skin began to burn, and his limbs began to change in the direction of the monster.

Without even a scream in his throat, a series of muffled muffled mutters began.

In just an instant, an innocent ordinary person fell into madness and became a terrifying monster.

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"Taste this?"

Wei Ya pulled a piece of fried golden crispy, boxy fish steak in front of Lloyd.

At this time, it was already off work time, Lloyd was ordered not to go home, Wei Ya was ordered to accompany him, and the two of them ate the dinner brought by Wei Ya in the luxurious room on the 8th floor.

In fact, there is a special dining table here, which is thin and long enough to sit many people, but the two of them chose to sit on the sofa and eat the food on the coffee table.

Maybe it's because they can be side by side and close together; Maybe it's because the table is too serious, a little less casual and warm.

"Uh-huh! It's delicious! ”

Lloyd tasted the fish steak, nodded repeatedly, and then asked:

"I can't imagine that there is such a delicious food in the cafeteria?"

Obviously, Wei Ya was sitting next to him, but the moment he tasted the deliciousness, the first thing he thought of in his heart was to take it back to his sister to taste......

Wei Ya smiled softly and replied:

"It's not in the cafeteria, I went out and bought it in the small town outside."

As she spoke, she lowered her head slightly, pushed a sandwich with ham in front of Lloyd, lowered her voice unconsciously, and said softly:

"This is me...... Also bought in town, you also taste it? ”

Lloyd nodded, picked it up and took a bite.

Lettuce, tomato, onion with ham......

"This is far from it, there is a big problem with the combination of ingredients, the taste lacks layering, it seems that the chef's level is not as good as mine."

Lloyd truthfully said what he was thinking about.

"Huh? Is that so? Then I made a note of it, and I will ...... later I won't go to that store anymore. ”

Wei Ya still whispered, blinked her eyes again, and a complicated look appeared on her face.

But soon returned to normal, smiled reluctantly, and then asked:

"According to you, you're good at cooking?"

"Yes, I'm quite confident in my cooking skills, and although I started from a low level, I'm making rapid progress."

"Is that so? It seems that Ling is really talented in everything, except in that aspect...... Forget it, I hope to have the opportunity to taste your craft in the future. ”

"It's easy to say, it's good to come to my house for dinner when you have time."

The two chatted with each other, and quickly finished the dinner.

But it's still early to go to bed, and there's still a lot of time to get along.

Of course, Lloyd would not waste such precious time, so he bent down and found a book from under the sofa, ready to discuss it with Wei Ya.

Coincidentally, Wei Ya also took out a book from behind her, ready to discuss it with Lloyd.

The two actually reached some kind of subtle tacit understanding.

It's just that what Lloyd took out was the equipment book he borrowed today, which was as thick as a brick.

What Wei Ya took out was a fashion magazine on pop songs and pop plays......

Then he glanced at the book in Lloyd's hand, shook his head secretly, and hid the magazine in his hand behind him before he could find it.

Lloyd asked as if nothing had happened:

"I've read half of this book today, and I think it's very interesting, it tells about the development trajectory of our current equipment, have you read it?"

"Hmm...... I hastily flipped through a few pages, but I didn't finish it. ”

"Wouldn't that be just right, come on, come on, let's study and study together."

Lloyd said, moved to Wei Ya's side again, then opened the book, put it on his lap, and motioned for Wei Ya to come and read it together.

The two wanted to share fairy tales like children, which made Wei Ya cry and laugh for a while.

But is this kind of feeling and atmosphere also quite good?

For the rest of the night, the two of them stood side by side, studying the contents of the book very seriously, and discussing a few sentences from time to time.

This kind of learning efficiency is naturally very slow, far less fast than Lloyd's own reading, but he doesn't mind, but enjoys the process a little.

It wasn't until it was almost time to go to bed that the two parted a little unsatisfactorily.

"Goodnight Lloyd, I'm staying in the next room tonight, you can call me out if you need to."

Wei Ya said, and realized that these words were not quite right, and it might cause misunderstanding, so she hurriedly explained:

"I mean, in danger or in need of help."

Lloyd: "??? ”

He didn't quite understand why Wei Ya suddenly explained.

But I still said goodnight to Wei Ya and went to take a shower.

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The tallest securities company building in the west of the city is currently the tallest building in the city, and on the rooftop of the top floor at night, you can overlook the night view of the entire bright city, and you can also feel the most biting cool breeze at night.

A disheveled upper-class man with a tie, top hat, and monocle all missing, was standing on the edge of the rooftop, looking at the ant-tiny pedestrians and vehicles below.

This morning, he is still a decent securities manager, trading for many rich people, and his future is immeasurable.

But with a small fluctuation in the afternoon, he was instantly destitute, and by the way, he owed a huge debt, and countless people were looking for him, ready to cut something from him to vent his anger.

So he drank a lot of wine in the evening and then came to the rooftop.

Under the influence of alcohol, he was a little shaky, but his hands instinctively clung to the fence, for fear that he would really fall.

After hovering on the edge of life and death for half an hour, as the drunkenness was gradually blown away by the cold wind, he suddenly remembered something.

It was a 'transfer ritual' that I had heard in a fancy bar, from the mouth of a flamboyant courtesan.

The manager remembers that the courtesan was a struggling migrant worker two or three years ago, and may have given up something later, so he climbed the high branches all the way until he could drink at the same table with him.

She chalked it all down to the mysterious 'transit ritual', which she said was the key to bringing change to her in a desperate situation.

As an elite talent with a higher education, the manager naturally didn't believe in these at first, but at that time, this woman was selling mystery and raising her value.

But when he reached the point where he was at the end of his rope, he suddenly believed this statement.

And I can clearly remember what was needed for the 'transfer ceremony' and every step.

That was at least a year ago......

But the manager can't manage these anymore, and the power is the last straw in a desperate situation, and it must be held tightly.

He quickly ran off the rooftop, and used the last cash on his body to buy the most basic candles, incense, and mirrors.

The great thing about this ritual is that it only needs this simple thing.

The manager then hurried back to his office, locked the door, lit incense and candles, faced the mirror, and began to whisper the mantra that the courtesan had taught him.

The incantation had no clear meaning, it sounded like a vague whisper.

But at this time, the manager clearly remembered the pronunciation of each character, remembered the order of each note, and recited it word for word.

In the dark office, lit only by the flickering candle flame, flickering and dimming, casting the looming shadow of the manager on the wall behind it.

Until he finished reading the last byte.

Then continue to chant the mantra, with your eyes closed and your hands clasped in front of your chest.

But the shadow he reflected on the wall suddenly began to convulse and struggle, as if he was enduring great pain and carrying out a final dying struggle.

After about two or three seconds, the manager reopened his eyes, looked down at his hands, and muttered:

"Weak...... But already the best that can be found so far. ”

(End of chapter)