As Yorkham Jones came back to his senses, he had changed his clothes and stood beside him.

After a glance, Yorkham Jones touched the little cutie's head:

"What skills do you have this time?"

"People just washed it!"

Jing Jing immediately complained, and bit the palm of Yorkham Jones, and said:

"It's two, too, and neither of them is a combat type. ”

"One is called the 'Eye of Knowledge', which can distinguish the composition of living things, and the other is the 'Mystic Formula', which simulates alchemical recipes based on information observed by the 'Eye of Knowledge' to create alchemical potions. ”

"Good thing! It's actually two related skills, with these two skills, we can use drugs and fight in the future, and at the same time, we can feed others poison! And we can make a lot of money!"

"Really?" asked with a skeptical look.

"Of course!"

Yorkham Jones nodded with great affirmation, and added:

"Although 'Pharmacist' is not as scarce as 'Blacksmith', it is also a very precious profession, basically every powerful expedition team has a healing class, and 'Pharmacist' is the first choice, if there is no 'Pharmacist', others will be chosen. ”

"Then I'll try!"

Qin Jing cheered himself up, thought for a while, and asked:

"Jones, every time you devour, 1-3 skill spells will be added, so when there are more skill spells in the future, how should I filter and use them?"

"It's really a big problem, after all, extraordinary power is limited, and it's not that more skills and techniques are powerful..."

Muttering, Yorkham Jones pondered for a moment, then said:

"When you have more skills, the two of us will work together separately, one of us will specialize in one aspect, such as one main healing support, and the other main attack and defense. ”

"Then I'm going to be on the offensive and defensive side!" Cutie immediately raised her fist.

Looking at Jingqing's small body, Yorkham Jones immediately laughed:

"Ha, let's talk about it when you're older. ”

"Hmph! I'll grow up tomorrow!"

"Yes, yes, I will grow up tomorrow..."

Amid the laughter, the stars turned, the purple guardian constellations lit up the night sky, and the Yorkham Jones family fell asleep.

...

Tuesday, December 23rd, 2:30 a.m.

Fat Will is very irritable, he has recently been troubled by the 'Heart Digger' case and can't sleep, of course, he is not irritated because someone has been victimized, he is just irritable because he can't be promoted.

Since a week ago, Fat Will, who couldn't sleep, would come out every night to have fun, and he liked to drive his police car to swagger, after all, there are only a few cars that can be driven by the whole of Ijonson at the moment.

This time, Fat Will stops in a red light district and picks a skinny young girl to punch and kick, and that's Fat Will's fun.

He enjoyed the pleasure of abusing others, especially the weak girl, especially listening to the frightened and painful screams, which made him find the real feeling of being alive.

Although Fat Will knows how to suppress his perverted preferences, there are still times when there are accidents, such as this time, he has forgotten to control his emotions when he is irritable, and he has not calmed down until the thin girl is dying from his beating.

Fat Will didn't panic, because something like this had happened many times, and he had dealt with it many times.

First, Fat Will gathered the crowd around him with a pistol, then took out a stack of Wall, and had them punch and kick the skinny girl lying on the ground, each of whom received 1 Waller for every five minutes of fighting.

No one will refuse such a request, because 1 wall is almost their earnings for two days, not to mention, the life of the red light district is not worth anything at all.

So, this life simply disappeared, as if it never existed, and maybe her family would cry for her the next day, but no one would help her find justice.

As the thin girl's weak beating heart stopped, Fat Will laughed and threw down a handful of Wall, and drove his police car home, his irritability gone, and although it cost him a young life, he could be the kind sheriff that others watched.

Who cares, the girl was beaten to death by dozens of people, and these people are all the proof of their presence, they took the money and participated in the killing, so no one can speak.

This is life, full of vulnerability, insignificance, helplessness...

The moonlight reflected the color of the snow, and the police car drove forward in the snow, looking like a ghost moving forward.

Suddenly, there was a soft 'creak' sound, and the police car flew out of the driveway, spun several times in the air, and fell into the snow.

In the flashing front lights, a snow-colored shadow slowly walked towards the police car, and he was the real ghost.

...

Around 5.30 a.m., Yorkham Jones suddenly heard a knock on the door.

But when he got up and opened the door, there was no one outside, just a map and a copy of the Holy Book of Light.

Picking up the map and books and returning to the house, he turned on the light, and glanced at the map marked 'Church of Tranquility', and Yorkham Jones cleaned the map with a purifying beam.

"Tomorrow the story will come to an end, today I will trouble Miss Honglian, and then go to see if Dai'er is done, and you can ask Mr. Shinichi to come to the house to eat 'steamer'..."

...

At seven o'clock in the morning, a small white truck was driving on the snow, and it slowly melted into the wind and snow, and it looked like death.

The wagon was pulling a lot of live animals, and Fat Will was also on it, but he couldn't speak, his mouth was taped and his eyes were covered with a black cloth.

At this moment, Fat Will was like the girl he abused last night, full of helplessness and fear, no different from the livestock waiting to be slaughtered next to him.

What will be his fate? Or maybe only the person who drives the car will know.

And the person who was driving, he was as quiet as a ghost, and he had not said a word since last night.

Soon, the truck drove up to an aspen grove, and the driver got out of the car, dressed like an artist, and he was Hemingway Hale.

Opening the carriage, Hemingway Hale immediately picked up the machete next to him and slashed at Fat Will's fat thigh.

Hemingway knows how to control his strength, he doesn't want to kill Will, he just wants Fat Will to enjoy a little pain.

The blood was flying, and even the snow outside the carriage was dyed a little crimson, but Fat Will was not seriously injured, only a few more blood troughs on his thighs.

Unfortunately, Fat Will's mouth was covered, otherwise, he would definitely scream in pain.

Hemingway still didn't speak, he tied Fat Will with a rope on the side, and threw him into the snow, as the cold air stopped the bleeding from the wound, Hemingway dragged Fat Will towards the depths of the aspen forest.