Inside Cabin 2, Yorkham Jones lazily stretched and took off his black coat.

Inside the coat, he was wearing the regular priest's clothes of the Temple of Light, the design was a modified version of the suit and aristocratic clothing, and the graceful lines outlined every inch of the priest's muscles, looking extremely arrogant, not at all like a clergyman.

Then Yorkham Jones looked up at the sun, which was about to disappear.

With a few scattered rays of sunset, Yorkham Jones gently held up the bright badge on his chest to the sun.

After the badge met the sun, the scattered points of light on it suddenly shone brightly, and for a while, the hanging No. 2 cabin was like a small sun, but at the moment it was at the highest point, so no crowd noticed.

After one glance, Yorkham Jones pressed the badge of light to his chest, closed his eyes and prayed:

"Lord of all,

Mother of Light,

Your followers honor your name as the One of all.

The land of eternal light of darkness,

The story of light will ring out again,

I, Yorkham Jones, your faithful preacher!

By my life,

The road I have traveled is bright. ”

As the last prayer fell, the shining dots of light on the badge of light flew into Yorkham Jones's body.

At this time, the Ferris wheel, which symbolizes that there is no beginning and no end, is also moving towards its own eternity.

When the No. 1 hatch opened, countless police officers immediately surrounded it.

This time, Shinichi Kaneda stood in front, he used his body to protect the slender Shimakaze, and made a request to let Shimakaze ride a roller coaster.

Eventually, Fat Will agreed, as he still needed Shinichi Kaneda to help him arrest the Heart-Digger Spike.

...

When Island Wind flew up alone on the roller coaster, Yorkham Jones turned his head slightly and asked:

"Mr. Shinichi, has the final mystery been solved?"

Then Yorkham Jones handed his coat to Ching, and said in his ear:

"Little cutie, I'll help me take care of Mr. Shinichi, you can take him to the dim sum shop next to the clothing store and wait for me, I'll be back soon." ”

Kaneda Shinichi didn't answer, his eyes were always on Shimakaze, until Shimakaze rushed to the highest point, he replied softly:

"The man with the mask, the fake crying and laughing, the clown is the island wind itself... Struggle, despair, detachment, this is the death of leaping into the sky..."

"Goodbye, Miss Shimakaze. ”

As Shinichi Kaneda finished the last word, a loud bang resounded throughout the Star Pretty Girl Amusement Park, and Miss Shimakaze, who followed the roller coaster to the highest point, was also free and relieved in the flames.

"Mr. Shinichi, please help me take care of Qinqing, I have an urgent matter. ”

Looking at the crowd and police officers who had reorganized themselves around them, Yorkham Jones and Kaneda Shinichi whispered a word and rushed towards the densest place of the crowd.

...

The sun had set over the mountain, and the shadows of the crowd were stretched for a long time, and Yorkham Jones's eyes were fixed on each stretched shadow as he quickly made his way through the crowd.

At this moment, several figures suddenly crashed towards Yorkham Jones in a frenzied manner.

At the same time, Yorkham Jones also saw the shadows of these people.

Their shadows are no longer human shadows, and each shadow is pulled by a long thread, like marionettes.

"Miss Island Wind, you can't escape!"

With a whisper, the black 'night vanilla' slipped from the cuff to the palm of the hand, and with a silent gunshot, the golden light with flames was imprinted on the shadows of several people.

Then, a woman's screams came faintly, and several figures who were running fell to the ground.

"It's worthy of two shots and 1 Wall's Holy Light series bullets, it's really easy to use. ”

With a light blow on the muzzle of the gun, Yorkham Jones closed his eyes and began to breathe.

As the hearing cells pulsed, all the movement around them fell into Yorkham Jones's ears.

There are two ants fighting for a candy under the stone slab on the left, a pickpocket in the front right is stealing Miss Beauty's purse, and the wick of the street lamp on the gray stone wall is beating slightly...

And the faint cold wind brought the message that Yorkham Jones wanted.

It was the sound of 'tick-tock' water, like a faucet not being tightened, accompanied by the sound of hurried footsteps.

So, it's not that the faucet isn't tightened, it's that someone spilled blood on the ground.

Opening his eyes, locking onto his target, and the power of his breath was blessed on his feet, Yorkham Jones's figure turned into an afterimage and disappeared into the crowd.

...

It was a gray intersection, with no green on all sides, and the houses on both sides had long been abandoned, and the stench of decay wafted from each of them.

The occasional crow with the sound of death passing through the roof of the house adds a bit of weirdness to the intersection.

Wiping the blood from the ground to his nose with his fingers and sniffing the unique scent of a woman in the blood, Yorkham Jones looked up.

"Miss Shimakaze must catch up with her before she fully awakens, otherwise, with my half-baked Priest of Light, I will not be able to defeat the 'degenerate' favored by the gods. ”

Looking at the scarlet words 'Silence 76' written on the white wall that had turned completely yellow, Yorkham Jones muttered to himself and walked inside.

As the footsteps deepened, the houses on both sides gradually became taller, from the first two floors to six or seven floors, but no matter how high the floors were, there was still no one living there.

Its only function is to keep all the light on the other side.

The windows of all the houses were open, and the breeze blew and there was a low burst of singing.

Creak...

Creak...

With a dull whisper, the darkness grew darker.

"Hee-hee... Cluck... Wow..."

Suddenly, the laughter of countless children came from the darkness.

Then, a wooden door on the left opened a crack in the door, and Yorkham Jones saw a group of small black balls the size of his thumb running out.

They stretched out their little arms with only two fingers, one by one, and quickly surrounded Yorkham Jones.

Then the elves began to sing.

The singing is very good, like a group of little angels humming in unison, but their language seems to come from another world, and with each sentence, the normal world in front of Yorkham Jones's eyes disappears a little.

Jokham Jones didn't move his hands and didn't act, he even closed his eyes and began to enjoy the pixie humming.

As soon as the melody ended, Yorkham Jones opened his eyes and took out a few rays of holy light and handed them to the elves.

After receiving the light, the elves ate it all in one bite. Then the elves stood side by side and saluted Yorkham Jones.

"Hee-hee.. Cluck... Wow Ka Ka .."

There was another burst of laughter, and one by one the elves disappeared into the darkness.

At this moment, a layer of light blue light like moonlight was sprinkled, but they were not as bright as moonlight, and in the darkness they were almost as if they were nothing.

Because Yorkham Jones had become a half-transcendent and could breathe to enhance his vision, he could see his surroundings clearly by the faint light.

At this moment, Yorkham Jones was at the bottom of a spiral staircase, and when he looked up, there was no moon, no stars, only an endless staircase and darkness.

And, of course, there are the landings between each staircase floor, where there are various doors.

After a few glances, Yorkham Jones muttered:

"In the world... It's already the Fourth Age, and apart from the Dark Immortals, there are still people who want to live in such a place where there is no day..."

Then Jokham Jones walked slowly up the spiral staircase.