Meanwhile, in Federenburg, which was already early in the morning, Chris drove back to the dormitory in a panic.

As he crept up to the top bunk, Chris exhaled heavily.

Through the crimson moonlight outside the window, Chris finally saw the stone in his hand, the size of an egg, in an irregular shape, with many edges, emitting a charming glow in the moonlight.

Chris stared at it for a while, and then he felt that his brain began to become dizzy, as if some noisy knowledge poured into his mind, which frightened Chris and quickly looked away.

Carefully tuck the stone into your bosom and make up your mind to look up the relevant books in the future before deciding what to do with it. Thinking wildly, Chris fell into a deep sleep, he was too tired.

And when Chris fell asleep, at the door of the Church of the God of Machines and Wisdom just now:

A tall middle-aged man with short brown hair, dark blue eyes, and a brown stubble mouth habitually hooked a ruffian smile, and a fairly handsome middle-aged man walked from a distance.

He wears brown wool underwear and a large black trench coat, brown leather boots at his feet, and a black low-topped yarke hat on his head. He wears a pair of white gloves on his hands and is covered with strangely shaped rings, so it's a bit funny. In his right hand, he held a silver-inlaid cane with an iron heart that glowed with blue from time to time.

It was none other than the head of the five action teams of the Fedlenburg "Punisher", Waldhaus Hawke.

After receiving an urgent letter from the "Discipliner" who stayed behind in the church through a special messenger, Waldhouse hurried from his home.

Somewhere not far from the church, there was still a faint spirituality, where there stood several members of the "Punisher", one of whom was the first to notice the abnormal spiritual fluctuations.

Wardhouse raised his right hand and polished one of the rings with strange patterns and symbols, only to see a burst of green light directly on the ring, and Wardhouse closed his eyes.

He was using the magical items in his hand to predict what was happening here. This ring is a magical item made by Wardhouse with the extraordinary characteristics left behind by the "Fortune Teller", which can have most of the divination ability of the "Fortune Teller" sequence 9, and the negative effect is that he likes to sleep.

Because just two days ago, his subordinates were in the suburbs and discovered the remnants of the Extraordinary Spirit, so in the past few days, as the chief captain of the "Punisher" in Federenburg, he has been vigilant. When I received an urgent report today, I rushed over in person.

A few seconds later, the final image of the divination was the same as the one used at the crime scene in the suburbs two days earlier, a young red-haired man wearing a red wool vest and blue jeans, holding a dark red eerie dagger in his hand, with an evil face.

The murderer's nine achievements are him!

Wardhouse stood for another two minutes, then led several members into the church, ready to gather a large group to hunt down the red-haired man.

The next day, while no one was paying attention, Chris took ten pence from his closet and prepared to secretly stuff it into the cart's cash box in the evening to make up for yesterday's laziness before handing it over. Then I lied that it was too late yesterday and didn't come to return the car in time.

Otherwise, he was found out by the steward of the carriage and horse dealership, who didn't get a single guest or earn a penny yesterday, so he had to be scolded by the steward, or even lose his job.

After a simple lunch on the side of the road at noon, Chris drove the carriage through rows of golden Irish plane trees.

There was a man and a woman sitting on the seat, the boy was about 13 years old and the girl was about 10 years old. They look a little similar, and nine times out of ten they are brother and sister.

To Chris's surprise, they were dressed very exquisitely, and their sitting-standing words were even more aristocratic. With two large suitcases, it seems to be moving, the problem is, this is the poorest West End in Federenburg.

Although Chris muttered in his heart, his face would not show it. Escort the two to a dilapidated house on Etienne Street, which is somewhat quiet because of its remote location.

After receiving a 1p tip, Chris pulled over to the side of the road, ready to rest for a while.

When he was bored, he took out the stone he had obtained yesterday from his bosom and examined it carefully. In the light of the sun, the stone glows with a mesmerizing brilliance.

"Yo, what's in the little coachman's hand? An unpleasant, shrill roam came from behind him.

Oops, Chris hurriedly picked up the rocks and prepared to drive away. He forgot that there were a lot of bastards in the neighborhood who made a living by fighting, stealing, and stealing money.

But it was too late, and the road ahead was blocked by three ruffians, and the leader who spoke came from behind with the other two.

Chris's scalp is tingling and he feels like he's in big trouble!

There were six of them, four of whom were about fifteen or sixteen years old, and two of them were about 12 years old, all of whom were local orphans. They were wearing ill-fitting clothes, mostly stolen and looted. The exposed skin is often scarred, partly from a fight with someone, and partly from a local policeman's beating.

But every time they were released from the police station, they continued to behave in a bad way.

One of the gangsters had a hideous scar on his face, so the nearby thugs called him Scar.

I saw Scar put a hand on Chris's shoulder, and said with a wicked smile on his ugly face: "Take out the things, do you want the brothers to do it." ”

Chris looked at the crowd that had surrounded him, and was anxious to think of a way.

Although I don't know what this dazzling stone is, I have seen such a strange picture last night:

Dissipated corpses, condensed stones.

How could Chris not know the weirdness and importance of this stone! Handed over will definitely not be handed over, but he doesn't know how to take things away safe and sound!

Scar saw that the little coachman was reluctant to hand over what he wanted, so he prepared to grab it himself.

At a chance glance just now, although I don't know what the stone in the little coachman's hand is, it is colorful and looks like it can be worth a little money.

Chris was smiling and saying inconsequential things, but his mind was racing. Suddenly, he looked ahead excitedly and shouted, "Police, come here!"

Because Scar is facing Chris, he naturally can't see the scene behind him. Hearing the kid's cry for help, he was startled, and really thought it was those shit policemen coming, so he hurriedly let go of Chris, and prepared to run away with his brother - he had just been released from the bureau for two days, and he didn't want to go in again.

Cris, who was loosened, took advantage of Scar and his brothers looking up to look around, and immediately got out of their gap and ran quickly down the street.

As long as you run to a crowded place, you will be safe, after all, they are just gangsters, and they dare not rob blatantly, let alone kill people.

It's a pity that Chris miscalculated their reaction speed and movements, after all, they are a group of guys who have been fighting from childhood to adulthood.

Chris didn't have to run a few steps before one of them caught up and grabbed him by his clothes.

After all, he is only 10 years old.

The other party is a group of gangsters who often fight, run away and fight.

"Ge Laozi, this poor boy still dares to lie to us, don't you really know whose territory this street is? brothers, beat him up for me!" Scar found out that he had been deceived, and kicked Chris to the ground in anger.

In order to cover up the embarrassment of their legs and feet that they had just heard from the police, they also began to punch and kick Chris. It seems that in this way, you can vent your resentment against the police and the cowardice hidden deep in your bones.

The bullies at the bottom are just a group of poor worms who bully the soft and are afraid of the hard.

On the one hand, they oppress the masses who are weaker than them, and on the other hand, they are afraid of the existence that is stronger than them.

Chris was a little dazed by the beating, so he could only try to protect his head, curled up on the ground, trying to relieve the pain, and begged for mercy loudly.

"Stop fighting, I'll give you everything!"

A hero does not suffer immediate losses, and it is not too late for a gentleman to take revenge for ten years.

Unfortunately, Chris's hoarse plea for mercy seemed to make the abuser even more proud, and his fists and kicks doubled on his body, and in a short time, his body was bruised everywhere, and his ribs seemed to be broken.

The pain made Chris's eyes red, his immature face was a little hideous, and the corners of his mouth kept overflowing with blood.

No, these bastards! I will be beaten to death by them!