Monday, December 8, 1085, 4.30 AM.

Ching changed into a tracksuit and sat on Yorkham Jones's lap counting lottery tickets, while Yorkham Jones was sipping morning tea while watching the love Johnson Morning News.

Today's newspaper layout is very attractive, the left half of the newspaper is gray with a blood-colored spike printed on it, and the other half is a man in a trench coat walking in a hurricane with his back to the crowd, his trench coat blown up by the storm, and the man still moving forward against the storm.

Although he couldn't see the man's appearance, just by his short fiery red hair, Yorkham Jones recognized the man drawn in the newspaper as Detective Shinichi Kaneda.

A very eye-catching headline is printed in the center of the newspaper.

'The Heart-Digger's Nail Reappears!'

Seeing that a second deceased had appeared, Yorkham Jones put down the newspaper and took out a 'knight' pawn from his bosom:

"How much evil of human nature will you take away?"

"I'll go downstairs for a few minutes. ”

Picking her up and placing her in her chair, Yorkham Jones opened the door and walked to the first floor, knocking on room 102, where Hemingway Hale lived.

"Wait a minute. ”

As soon as the magnetic bass voice came out, the wooden door depicting the sea slowly opened, and Hemingway Hale walked out slowly.

Today's Hemingway Hale wears a crimson suit, and his hair is combed into a streamlined literary style, and the more he looks at it, the less he looks like a butcher.

"May the goddess of light bless you. ”

Holding up the badge of light and praying softly, Yorkham Jones handed over the 'Knight' pawn.

"Judgment Day is near, Mr. Hale, the Lord will gaze upon everything. ”

"I will sweep away the fog and make light wherever the Lord looks. ”

After taking the chess pieces and smiling gently, the handsome Hemingway Hale walked out of the corridor slowly.

Looking at Hemingway Hale's fading back, Yorkham Jones suddenly sighed:

"Mr. Shinichi, I hope this journey to the end will soothe your soul... I hope that everything I have done can draw a perfect end to your short but great life. ”

Jokham Jones then proceeded upstairs, and on the second floor, he met Mrs. Marlin who had stepped out of Portal 202.

Looking at Mrs. Marlin, who was full of anxiety, Yorkham Jones asked:

"Mrs. Marlin, what's wrong?"

"Mr. Pastor, please take a look at my daughter!"

When Mrs. Marlin, the fat woman, saw Yorkham Jones, she was like seeing a life-saving straw, and without waiting for Yorkham Jones to react, she directly pulled Yorkham Jones and walked into Room 202.

Grey... Repression...

This was the first thing Yorkham Jones felt when he entered the room.

Although the lights were on, the kerosene lamps were very faint, and if it weren't for the morning light reflecting a little light through the curtains, the room might have been dark.

"Due to the recent increase in electricity bills... So..."

Mrs. Marin replied awkwardly, and ran to the window and ripped the veil that blocked the window.

Yorkham Jones didn't mind the light, but he smelled an old and decaying smell from the darkness, but he opened his eye of light and saw no supernatural power flowing, so he shook his head and said:

"Mrs. Marlin, show me your daughter. ”

"Yes, yes, Mr. Reverend, please!"

Mrs. Marin remembered her daughter's situation, and hurriedly opened the small pink door on the left.

The bedroom is dressed in a cute girly style, the walls are pink with many cartoon patterns painted on them, and in the left corner are several huge dolls, each of which is an adult size.

The pink wooden bed is placed on the right, and a battery lamp is placed on the bedside table.

Looking at the shining lights, Yorkham Jones couldn't help but sigh in his heart:

"I am reluctant to use it, but I am extremely generous to my daughter, and I am really a good mother. ”

There was a blonde girl about twelve years old lying on the bed, her forehead was full of beads of sweat, her face was pale, her breathing was very rapid, and her body was constantly writhing.

After one glance, Yorkham Jones hurried to the bedside and quickly shot two holy light spells.

As the power of light spread, the girl's condition improved a little, and her body slowly quieted down, but her forehead was still full of beads of sweat.

"Wake up... Wake up..."

After a few tentative calls, and seeing that the girl could only frown and show no signs of awakening, Yorkham Jones turned to Mrs. Marlin:

"What happened? Didn't your daughter recover the other day?"

Seeing that her daughter had improved much with a few random clicks from Yorkham Jones, Mrs. Marin prayed a few words in her heart as if she had seen a miracle, and then replied:

"I don't know... It's been like this since she came back from school yesterday. ”

"Mo... Mo..."

At this moment, the sleeping girl suddenly trembled and whispered, she seemed to be so frightened that she could barely say a complete sentence, and each time she opened her mouth there was only one word.

Then, the girl's body trembled again, her limbs began to twist, her eyes suddenly opened, her pupils widened, and her eyes burst out almost at any moment.

"Damn it!"

With an angry curse, Yorkham Jones gave the girl more than ten holy light spells in a row, and then the girl regained her quietness.

Seeing the terrifying changes in her daughter, Mrs. Marlin's eyes were also full of fear, if it weren't for the fact that the girl in front of her was her daughter, or she had been frightened and ran out.

"Mr. Pastor... Fei Fei, how is she? Is she possessed by an evil spirit? Or is she?"

"I don't know, I'll have to get a friend to help, and you're moving her out into the sun while I'm away. ”

After saying that, Yorkham Jones shot dozens of holy light spells at the girl in a row, until the power of light in his body was nearly exhausted, and Yorkham Jones got up and walked towards the door.

"Thank you, Mr. Reverend!"

Mrs. Marin replied, and then she put her daughter on her back, picked up a cotton blanket from the side, and ran quickly downstairs.

...

As soon as he opened the door, Qin Jing shouted at the top of his voice:

"Mr. Jones, there are a few more tickets to be won today than yesterday, is it because you have less devotion to the goddess of light?"

Frowning, he walked over and took the ticket and checked it against the numbers in his memory, and after making sure that there was nothing wrong, Yorkham Jones thought about it.

"It stands to reason that such a trivial matter should not change so quickly..."

"Perhaps some of the lotteries were very important to the original owner, and this person had a significant influence or contribution to the course of history..."

"Hmm... According to Commandment 10 of Fate, this is a warning of fate... You can't continue to buy lottery tickets, otherwise, bad luck will come to your door. ”

After thinking about it, Yorkham Jones said to Jingqing:

"You stay at home for a while, and when you're hungry, you can go to the neighborhood and buy something to eat, you can make your own, and I'll be back soon." ”

"Huh, won't you take me with you?"

Jing Jing wrinkled her little face suspiciously, because usually Yorkham Jones would take her with him wherever she went.

"I'll take you out later. ”

With a reply, Yorkham Jones walked out of the house quickly.

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