Locke, who was kneeling on the ground, burst into a wave of air, blowing the book to the ground.

Under the orange oil lamp, Locke raised his hands, "Dark wizard, is there a problem with the wizard's path?"

"He said that the root is alive, what is the root and that the dark side can save the future?"

He caressed his heart, it was the heart of a dark wizard, shadows and corruption, wisps of black whirlwind swirling around his fingertips, it was a brilliant black light.

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Dividing line ...................

This is the Locke Detective Agency.

The ordinary and middle-class Kerr district, where there is a railway across the city, the rumbling sound is sounding again, an unknowable premonition!

Locke quickly grabbed the firearm and pointed it to the door, where a hazy silver light appeared, and a man in a black suit wearing a silver mask appeared.

The milky white skeleton is compressed to a minimum, and the silver squares are spliced together on the mask to create a mechanical aesthetic.

"Who is Your Excellency, and is it your assistant?"

Some indifferent voices came into my ears, "I just grabbed him a little handle." ”

In his eyes, everything in the world is like a cog on a machine, as long as he finds a pattern, he can control everything.

"Night is the most beautiful drama, isn't it?"

Silverface's gaze swept over the dust-turned Code of Order, "Everything about yours is in the script I arranged. ”

"You're wrong, I don't need you to arrange my script!"

The huge roar of the handcuffs sounded, and the planks under their feet kept collapsing!

Locke's handcuff moved up, but it shattered the oil lamp on the table, and the four rooms were filled with a sea of fire!

"The script is still in my hands", looking at the embarrassed Locke, Silver sneered.

Locke jumped out of the pit, "corrupted", and Locke watched his feet, flickering and moving.

Silver Face smiled weirdly, stepped out with one foot, and the upturned plank instantly hit Locke's feet, and Locke's body smashed directly to the ground, sticking to the rough floor.

Broken teeth and blood splattered the walls, and all of his fingers were broken as they supported the ground, and there were twisted and turned bones.

Silverface waved away the drops of blood that were flying towards him, "The script is over. ”

Slow down and walk in front of Locke, and hit the neck with a punch, breaking the nerves!

Picked it up with one hand, threw it on the street, picked up the handcuff on the floor, and turned out the nameplate in the pile of debris, "Interesting, the second weight is all together, the Yuanya jury, what kind of surprise will an organization that has disappeared for thirty years bring me?"

Oil and fire splashed all over the house, and there was fire everywhere, and "the script is closed" disappeared into the night with brisk steps.

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Early morning.

Charles got up and walked out of the basement, washed up and had breakfast, and pondered slightly, "Find out the truth about my father's cone, beware of Buck, look for arms, and as for what death knell and black hand will lead and put aside." ”

Back in the basement again, looking at the inferior Mithril table, taking a deep breath.

"The weaver of the fate of all beings, the key to the fate of all beings, the river of fate of the past life, under the vast sea of stars and the balance of fate, begging for your divination. ”

Sound and spirituality resounded and burned in the basement, and brilliant light filled all around.

The ties are infected with various bands of light, the body seems to be rising, and the space is superimposed and replaced.

The old throne was covered with nicks, and black swirls floated in the strange space, the space was surging, the prologue blocks were arranged in various shapes, and the bands of light became strange rivers.

It is infinite, incomprehensible, and spreads unbridled waves.

The mighty surge, countless starry points of light form the foundation.

Charr, who sat on the throne, recited seven times.

The cause of my father's death. ”

The band of light spread out, revealing a blurred view, and a middle-aged man fell to the ground, oozing blood.

Life is like a crushed reed, the fire of life can be extinguished at any time, and a tomahawk is stuck in his chest.

The young man squatted down in front of him and patted the middle-aged man on the cheek, "I didn't expect there to be transcendents in the village, it's interesting." ”

"There's no way, the mining boss must get his hands on it. ”

Pick up the tomahawk, blur the victim's face, and throw it in and out of a cave at will.

That's it.

The eyes of Charles on the throne were unusually deep, and he silently recited seven voices, "The process of discovering the vertebrae." ”

The bands of light spread out, and the crystal balls in the somewhat gloomy huts glowed misty.

"Afla, sure enough, she helped me with my divination. ”

The boy got the answer, put down a few gold coins, thanked him and left.

The place where the crime occurred.

The young man stared blankly at the puddles of minced meat, and drops of crystal fell with the wind.

Dig the pit with a shovel and put my father in, and a quaint cone rolls down, emitting a misty light.

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"Mining companies have a transcendent background, so it's normal for my father to die. ”

The spirituality is exhausted, and the cascading and superimposed sensations are coming.

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Steady down, Charles took to the streets, and today there are newsboys selling newspapers on the streets.

Newspapers are people's demand for information on social changes and social division of labor, especially the development of cities to create conditions for newspapers.

The key point is that the newspapers are full of industrial and capitalist advertisements.

It's just that today's newspaper is a bit shocking, the gold medal detective Locke was attacked, the detective office was burned, and the assistant was missing, is this a distortion of human nature or a moral degradation?

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The sun was a little harsh, and Charles frowned, which was not good news.

"Is it a nameplate, wait, assistant", the thought was instantaneous.

His pupils contracted, "That pulled me in, too." ”

Call a carriage at random, pay gold coins, and the hooves of the horses sound in a dense way.

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At the same time, the small marina area.

In the bright sunlight, a mounted sergeant sneers at the newspaper where Detective Locke was attacked, and if you look closely, you can see that he is the sheriff who killed the detective (seen in chapter 24).

On the edge of the newspaper was the news of the suicide of Fra at the Haas Theater.

The plainly dressed little boy approached silently, grabbed the delicate saber, and ran towards the slums, tossing and turning in the narrow alleys.

The mounted police tore up the newspaper, beckoned to another companion, and rode away.

The horse's hooves shook, "Damn the little imp!" Unwittingly crossed the border of the small dock area and plunged headlong into the dark slums.

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He threw his baton and struck the boy in the head, blood spilling in the middle of the road.

The galloping horse's hooves can run over the boy's spine in just a few tens of seconds.

The Mountie's pupils were filled with excitement, and before he knew it, he crossed the line, and the tomahawk with huge kinetic energy slashed at him, directly smashing the horse's head.

With a neighing sound, the horse rolled forward, and the axe exploded in a wave of air, and the sheriff's internal organs were instantly shattered, and the horse was thrown off.

The raised head seemed to see Silver Mask sneering at him as he neared death.

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But it was too late, and the neck snapped the moment it touched the ground.

Another mounted officer pulls out the revolver and fires a volley at the axe-thrower!

The axe-thrower rolled down the corner of the wall, avoiding the silver light, and with another axe, he slashed the mounted policeman under his horse.

The axe-thrower's face was visibly unsightly, "The organization is exposed. ”

Only the silver face in the highest place, looking at everything indifferently, the chips in his hand, as if deciding life and death, flipping fate and fortune.

The fifth chip is made, and there are still 1, 3, 4, 6, and 7 left to collect.

Seven yards in the same position, peeping into the secret.

Wisdom shone in the starry eyes, and a white dove flew and landed on its shoulder, and the smile on its silver face became brighter and brighter.