Al Hasson echoed:
Indeed, it is hard to imagine that the subsequent "Divorcer" will be the "Clown". According to normal logic, no one will associate them together.
Is this strange?I remember many sequence potions of the pathways, and there is also a lack of necessary connections before and after.The black-haired lady Luo Luota yawned over her mouth. It can be seen that her injuries were serious, so it was difficult for the goddess's gaze to keep her energetic.
No, Luoluota, this is completely different. Even if other sequence potions lack connection, we can find some common ground in other aspects, but I can't understand that "Divorcer" and "Joker" are not good.Al Hasson shook his head and sighed.
Klein listened to their comments and laughed:
No, there are still things in common.
What is it?Al asked curiously, Dunn's movement of extending his arm also slowed down significantly.
Klein answered seriously:
Whether it is a ‘Divorcer’ or a ‘Clown’, they can be found in the circus.
... Al, Dunn and Lorota were stunned.
Puff...good answer, I like young people like you!The black-haired lady Luo Luota came to her senses first and laughed out loud.
Al then smiled and shook his head and said:
In this era, there are fewer and fewer gentlemen with a spirit of self-deprecating spirit. Fortunately, we meet another one today.
Do you think I like to laugh at myself... Didn't I think of other things in common? Klein whispered a few words in his heart, and replied with a slightly bitter smile:
I just hope that the potions of this sequence path will not appear again in the names of "Beast Tamer", "Acrobat", "Magician", etc., so that they will really form a circus.
And it's a group of one person...
Ha ha.Dunn and others were immediately amused by his words, and the carriage was filled with a cheerful atmosphere.
The carriage walked forward and came all the way to Zotland Street. Klein, who was not injured, first entered the Black Thorn Security Company.
Goddess Ah!What happened to you?How did it become like this?Luo Shan looked around casually and spoke in shock.
Klein looked down at his dirty and broken formal attire, and still replied with heartache:
There are always such and such accidents in the mission. Fortunately, the goddess is blessed and the ending is a beautiful one.
Praise the goddess!Luo Shan devoutly drew a crimson moon on her chest.
Before Klein could speak, she asked:
Do we need to go to the third floor to hide again?That seal is really that dangerous?
Trust me, it's more dangerous than you think.Klein replied with lingering fear.
If I hadn’t had the more mysterious fortune-telling ceremony, I would have explained it to 2049 today!
Goddess Ah... Luo Shan's lips were moving, and she seemed to have a lot of things to say and a lot of questions to ask, but considering that the captain was waiting below, she finally endured the impulse and called Mrs. Oriana and others to the left and right of the Black Thorn Security Company on the third floor. Upstairs and downstairs, either belonged to the church industry or lived in pious and vaguely priests who knew the situation.
After all the civilians were evacuated, Crane did not rush to the entertainment room to notify other night watchers. He immediately returned and assisted the captain and others in escorting the seal 2049, monster Bieber residues and Antigonus family notes to the second floor.
Through the partition, Dunn pushed open the door of the entertainment room and said to the two night watchers who were playing the Gent card:
Fry, Luo Yao, you go to the Tyriel Warehouse in the dock immediately to assist Leonard in handling the follow-up.
OKThe lady Luo Yao, who had black hair and a cold expression, got up first.
Black hair, blue eyes, pale skin, Fry stood up straight.
They put down the Gent and walked out of the recreation room, and they all paused clearly as they passed through the partition.
etc.Dunn shouted without letting down everyone's expectations.
Is there anything else?The sleepless Luo Yao turned his head and asked without changing his expression.
Remember to notify the police and ask them to block the road and do not let anyone get close until you handle the scene and carry the body back.Dunn patted his forehead lightly.
OKLuo Yao turned around, walked forward two steps, and paused again.
She turned around, blinked her eyes, and confirmed coldly:
Captain, is there nothing else?
No.Dunn replied firmly.
Luo Yao nodded invisibly and walked towards the gate first.
Fry, who has a cold and dark temperament, still maintains a speed that is neither fast nor slow.
At this moment, Dunn spoke again:
Remember, remember to tell Roshan and Mrs. Oriana that they can come down.
no problem.Fry replied calmly enough to almost no mood swing.
Watching the two night watchmen walk out of the gate and climb to the third floor, Klein quietly breathed a sigh of relief, followed the captain, Al and others into the underground, and walked straight to the two Channis gates.
You go to the arsenal and find Old Neil to come over, we need his ritual magic healing.Dunn signaled the sleepless man who stayed behind Cohenley to open the Chanis door while instructing Klein.
As the effect of the potion faded, his spirit gradually became weak.
OKKlein did not wait for the captain to add, and said to himself that I would guard the arsenal on behalf of Old Neil, and would apply for at least twenty more demon hunting bullets, and wait for the approval of the church, resisting his curiosity about the notes of Antigonus family.
...Dunn couldn't find the language to deal with it for a moment.
Captain, there is nothing else, right?Klein asked with a smile, finishing the quick answer.
Dunn shook his head, but still couldn't speak.
Taking out the cane, turning around, and walking a piece, Klein turned to the arsenal and told the old Neil about the general story.
Turned into an out-of-control monster...you also killed an extraordinary person?Old Neil quickly packed the table, and I was like listening to a script of a drama.
He mumbled around the table, pointing straight to the corridor, not waiting for Klein's answer.
Klein asked curiously:
Mr. Neil, is there no real healing agent in the church?He actually needs the help of ritual magic.
The agents prepared by ordinary materials cannot cure the therapeutic effects from the ritual for a long time, and extraordinary materials are very rare, and most of them are not suitable for doing this.Old Neil explained casually, you should know the 'Goddess'. When this potion was first made through the ritual, it was a standard, real healing potion, but every minute after that, the effect evaporated until only a little left.
This way Ah... Klein nodded slightly disappointed.
As a former keyboard adventurer, that is, game enthusiasts, yearning for healing potions is really a matter of habit.
Watching Old Neil leave, he sat down and felt the peace that had been away for a long time.
In such peace, he recalled the tragic situation of the clown in the tuxedo when he died, recalled his cold-blooded shooting, recalled the hideous wound and the blood gushing out of Bobo.
Klein's body gradually shivered, and his heart was filled with discomfort. He stood up first, then sat down, and then slowly repeated the process, mixed with walking back and forth.
Huh... He let out a sigh, intending to find something for himself to do so as not to always think of those bad scenes.
Klein took off his top hat, took off his formal clothes, took out his handkerchief and brush, and carefully cleaned up the dirt and dust from his clothes.
I don't know how long he heard the familiar footsteps of Old Neil. It was a special one created by the heels.
It's really exhausting... Old Neil complained and walked into the room.
You tell others not to come here for an hour, I need some rest.His eyes swept over Klein and he gave a casual command.
Why don’t you go upstairs to rest and I will guard this place?Klein suggested kindly.
Old Neil shook his head:
It was too noisy on the top, and Rosanne was a girl who couldn't stop talking.
All right.Klein did not insist anymore, put on his coat, put on his hat, picked up his cane, returned to the corridor, and pulled the door of the arsenal half-closed.
Da, da, da, he walked slowly in the open aisle and suddenly saw a room next to him that he had never seen before.
Here is the Taoist Gate Ah... Klein stopped near the corner and looked out to the room.
He found that the corpse collector Fry had returned and was checking in detail a completely stripped body.
Corpse?Klein's heart moved, he mustered up the courage to approach the room, and knocked three times on the open door.
Dong, Dong, Dong.
Fry stopped, turned around, and looked over with his blue and cold eyes.
Sorry, I'm disturbing you, I just want to know if this is the corpse of that extraordinary person?Klein asked in a careful tone.
right.Fry's thin lips opened and closed, but he only spit out one word.
Klein's eyes passed over him and looked at the corpse, and indeed found the familiar hideous wound on his forehead.
It was the Yàn tuxedo clown... Klein secretly breathed:
Have you found anything?
No.Fry replied exceptionally concisely.
The atmosphere was awkward, and Klein was thinking of saying goodbye, but Fry took the initiative to speak:
If you feel uncomfortable, come in and take a look and you will find that this is just a corpse.
Afraid that I have psychological disorders?Klein nodded thoughtfully:
OK
He entered the room, came to the long table covered with white cloth, and looked at the corpse.
YànThe red, yellow and white oil paints on the face of the clown in the tuxedo have been cleared, revealing a strange face with no distinctive features, black hair, high nose bridge, and around thirty years old.
At this time, Fry walked to the square table in the corner and picked up a piece of pencil and a piece of white paper.
He returned to the vicinity of the corpse, put white paper, held a pencil in his hand, and started painting.
Klein glanced curiously and found that Fry was actually sketching the head of the clown in the tuxedo.
Not long after, Fry stopped the pencil, and there was a lifelike portrait on the white paper. Compared with the corpse, it only had no wounds, but only had blue eyes.
Talent Ah... Klein exclaimed in surprise:
I didn't expect that your sketch would be so good.
Before becoming a night watcher, my dream was to be a painter.Fry's tone did not fluctuate at all.
Then why not realize your dream?Klein asked in confusion.
Fry put his pencil in his hand and held a portrait of a clown in the tuxedo. He said:
My father is the priest of the goddess and hopes that I will become a priest as well, which is a decent enough profession.
Have you been a pastor?Klein asked again in shock.
It was hard for him to imagine a person with a personality like Fry and a temperament to be a pastor.
Well, it's not badly done.Fry's expression was cold and his mouth was slightly upturned. Later, he encountered some things and experienced some things, and became a night watchman.
Klein didn't go into details about other people's privacy, but instead asked:
You used to be the priest of the goddess, so why not choose the ‘sleepless person’?
A private reason.Fry replied frankly, and Ms. Daly is a good role model.
Klein nodded, just as he was about to change the subject, he heard Fry say:
You look at me here, I must hand over the portrait to the captain immediately... It is a hassle to close the secret door.
OKAlthough Klein was a little afraid of facing the corpse alone, he still held back and agreed.
As Fry left, the room became quiet, and the body lay there, weighing heavily on Klein's heart.
He took a breath and approached the long table like he wanted to defeat himself.
YànThe clown in the tuxedo lay quietly, her face pale and her eyes closed, losing all her breath. In addition to his hideous wounds, he also exuded the unique coldness of the dead.
Klein stared for a while, his mood gradually settled down and seemed to calm down.
After glanced over, he found a strange mark on the wrist of the clown in the tuxedo, so he boldly reached out to touch it, trying to turn it over and see it more clearly.
The cold feeling just came from Klein's fingertips into his brain, and the pale, lost all his vitality, suddenly bounced up and grabbed his wrist.
Grasp his wrist tightly!
Indeed, it is hard to imagine that the subsequent "Divorcer" will be the "Clown". According to normal logic, no one will associate them together.
Is this strange?I remember many sequence potions of the pathways, and there is also a lack of necessary connections before and after.The black-haired lady Luo Luota yawned over her mouth. It can be seen that her injuries were serious, so it was difficult for the goddess's gaze to keep her energetic.
No, Luoluota, this is completely different. Even if other sequence potions lack connection, we can find some common ground in other aspects, but I can't understand that "Divorcer" and "Joker" are not good.Al Hasson shook his head and sighed.
Klein listened to their comments and laughed:
No, there are still things in common.
What is it?Al asked curiously, Dunn's movement of extending his arm also slowed down significantly.
Klein answered seriously:
Whether it is a ‘Divorcer’ or a ‘Clown’, they can be found in the circus.
... Al, Dunn and Lorota were stunned.
Puff...good answer, I like young people like you!The black-haired lady Luo Luota came to her senses first and laughed out loud.
Al then smiled and shook his head and said:
In this era, there are fewer and fewer gentlemen with a spirit of self-deprecating spirit. Fortunately, we meet another one today.
Do you think I like to laugh at myself... Didn't I think of other things in common? Klein whispered a few words in his heart, and replied with a slightly bitter smile:
I just hope that the potions of this sequence path will not appear again in the names of "Beast Tamer", "Acrobat", "Magician", etc., so that they will really form a circus.
And it's a group of one person...
Ha ha.Dunn and others were immediately amused by his words, and the carriage was filled with a cheerful atmosphere.
The carriage walked forward and came all the way to Zotland Street. Klein, who was not injured, first entered the Black Thorn Security Company.
Goddess Ah!What happened to you?How did it become like this?Luo Shan looked around casually and spoke in shock.
Klein looked down at his dirty and broken formal attire, and still replied with heartache:
There are always such and such accidents in the mission. Fortunately, the goddess is blessed and the ending is a beautiful one.
Praise the goddess!Luo Shan devoutly drew a crimson moon on her chest.
Before Klein could speak, she asked:
Do we need to go to the third floor to hide again?That seal is really that dangerous?
Trust me, it's more dangerous than you think.Klein replied with lingering fear.
If I hadn’t had the more mysterious fortune-telling ceremony, I would have explained it to 2049 today!
Goddess Ah... Luo Shan's lips were moving, and she seemed to have a lot of things to say and a lot of questions to ask, but considering that the captain was waiting below, she finally endured the impulse and called Mrs. Oriana and others to the left and right of the Black Thorn Security Company on the third floor. Upstairs and downstairs, either belonged to the church industry or lived in pious and vaguely priests who knew the situation.
After all the civilians were evacuated, Crane did not rush to the entertainment room to notify other night watchers. He immediately returned and assisted the captain and others in escorting the seal 2049, monster Bieber residues and Antigonus family notes to the second floor.
Through the partition, Dunn pushed open the door of the entertainment room and said to the two night watchers who were playing the Gent card:
Fry, Luo Yao, you go to the Tyriel Warehouse in the dock immediately to assist Leonard in handling the follow-up.
OKThe lady Luo Yao, who had black hair and a cold expression, got up first.
Black hair, blue eyes, pale skin, Fry stood up straight.
They put down the Gent and walked out of the recreation room, and they all paused clearly as they passed through the partition.
etc.Dunn shouted without letting down everyone's expectations.
Is there anything else?The sleepless Luo Yao turned his head and asked without changing his expression.
Remember to notify the police and ask them to block the road and do not let anyone get close until you handle the scene and carry the body back.Dunn patted his forehead lightly.
OKLuo Yao turned around, walked forward two steps, and paused again.
She turned around, blinked her eyes, and confirmed coldly:
Captain, is there nothing else?
No.Dunn replied firmly.
Luo Yao nodded invisibly and walked towards the gate first.
Fry, who has a cold and dark temperament, still maintains a speed that is neither fast nor slow.
At this moment, Dunn spoke again:
Remember, remember to tell Roshan and Mrs. Oriana that they can come down.
no problem.Fry replied calmly enough to almost no mood swing.
Watching the two night watchmen walk out of the gate and climb to the third floor, Klein quietly breathed a sigh of relief, followed the captain, Al and others into the underground, and walked straight to the two Channis gates.
You go to the arsenal and find Old Neil to come over, we need his ritual magic healing.Dunn signaled the sleepless man who stayed behind Cohenley to open the Chanis door while instructing Klein.
As the effect of the potion faded, his spirit gradually became weak.
OKKlein did not wait for the captain to add, and said to himself that I would guard the arsenal on behalf of Old Neil, and would apply for at least twenty more demon hunting bullets, and wait for the approval of the church, resisting his curiosity about the notes of Antigonus family.
...Dunn couldn't find the language to deal with it for a moment.
Captain, there is nothing else, right?Klein asked with a smile, finishing the quick answer.
Dunn shook his head, but still couldn't speak.
Taking out the cane, turning around, and walking a piece, Klein turned to the arsenal and told the old Neil about the general story.
Turned into an out-of-control monster...you also killed an extraordinary person?Old Neil quickly packed the table, and I was like listening to a script of a drama.
He mumbled around the table, pointing straight to the corridor, not waiting for Klein's answer.
Klein asked curiously:
Mr. Neil, is there no real healing agent in the church?He actually needs the help of ritual magic.
The agents prepared by ordinary materials cannot cure the therapeutic effects from the ritual for a long time, and extraordinary materials are very rare, and most of them are not suitable for doing this.Old Neil explained casually, you should know the 'Goddess'. When this potion was first made through the ritual, it was a standard, real healing potion, but every minute after that, the effect evaporated until only a little left.
This way Ah... Klein nodded slightly disappointed.
As a former keyboard adventurer, that is, game enthusiasts, yearning for healing potions is really a matter of habit.
Watching Old Neil leave, he sat down and felt the peace that had been away for a long time.
In such peace, he recalled the tragic situation of the clown in the tuxedo when he died, recalled his cold-blooded shooting, recalled the hideous wound and the blood gushing out of Bobo.
Klein's body gradually shivered, and his heart was filled with discomfort. He stood up first, then sat down, and then slowly repeated the process, mixed with walking back and forth.
Huh... He let out a sigh, intending to find something for himself to do so as not to always think of those bad scenes.
Klein took off his top hat, took off his formal clothes, took out his handkerchief and brush, and carefully cleaned up the dirt and dust from his clothes.
I don't know how long he heard the familiar footsteps of Old Neil. It was a special one created by the heels.
It's really exhausting... Old Neil complained and walked into the room.
You tell others not to come here for an hour, I need some rest.His eyes swept over Klein and he gave a casual command.
Why don’t you go upstairs to rest and I will guard this place?Klein suggested kindly.
Old Neil shook his head:
It was too noisy on the top, and Rosanne was a girl who couldn't stop talking.
All right.Klein did not insist anymore, put on his coat, put on his hat, picked up his cane, returned to the corridor, and pulled the door of the arsenal half-closed.
Da, da, da, he walked slowly in the open aisle and suddenly saw a room next to him that he had never seen before.
Here is the Taoist Gate Ah... Klein stopped near the corner and looked out to the room.
He found that the corpse collector Fry had returned and was checking in detail a completely stripped body.
Corpse?Klein's heart moved, he mustered up the courage to approach the room, and knocked three times on the open door.
Dong, Dong, Dong.
Fry stopped, turned around, and looked over with his blue and cold eyes.
Sorry, I'm disturbing you, I just want to know if this is the corpse of that extraordinary person?Klein asked in a careful tone.
right.Fry's thin lips opened and closed, but he only spit out one word.
Klein's eyes passed over him and looked at the corpse, and indeed found the familiar hideous wound on his forehead.
It was the Yàn tuxedo clown... Klein secretly breathed:
Have you found anything?
No.Fry replied exceptionally concisely.
The atmosphere was awkward, and Klein was thinking of saying goodbye, but Fry took the initiative to speak:
If you feel uncomfortable, come in and take a look and you will find that this is just a corpse.
Afraid that I have psychological disorders?Klein nodded thoughtfully:
OK
He entered the room, came to the long table covered with white cloth, and looked at the corpse.
YànThe red, yellow and white oil paints on the face of the clown in the tuxedo have been cleared, revealing a strange face with no distinctive features, black hair, high nose bridge, and around thirty years old.
At this time, Fry walked to the square table in the corner and picked up a piece of pencil and a piece of white paper.
He returned to the vicinity of the corpse, put white paper, held a pencil in his hand, and started painting.
Klein glanced curiously and found that Fry was actually sketching the head of the clown in the tuxedo.
Not long after, Fry stopped the pencil, and there was a lifelike portrait on the white paper. Compared with the corpse, it only had no wounds, but only had blue eyes.
Talent Ah... Klein exclaimed in surprise:
I didn't expect that your sketch would be so good.
Before becoming a night watcher, my dream was to be a painter.Fry's tone did not fluctuate at all.
Then why not realize your dream?Klein asked in confusion.
Fry put his pencil in his hand and held a portrait of a clown in the tuxedo. He said:
My father is the priest of the goddess and hopes that I will become a priest as well, which is a decent enough profession.
Have you been a pastor?Klein asked again in shock.
It was hard for him to imagine a person with a personality like Fry and a temperament to be a pastor.
Well, it's not badly done.Fry's expression was cold and his mouth was slightly upturned. Later, he encountered some things and experienced some things, and became a night watchman.
Klein didn't go into details about other people's privacy, but instead asked:
You used to be the priest of the goddess, so why not choose the ‘sleepless person’?
A private reason.Fry replied frankly, and Ms. Daly is a good role model.
Klein nodded, just as he was about to change the subject, he heard Fry say:
You look at me here, I must hand over the portrait to the captain immediately... It is a hassle to close the secret door.
OKAlthough Klein was a little afraid of facing the corpse alone, he still held back and agreed.
As Fry left, the room became quiet, and the body lay there, weighing heavily on Klein's heart.
He took a breath and approached the long table like he wanted to defeat himself.
YànThe clown in the tuxedo lay quietly, her face pale and her eyes closed, losing all her breath. In addition to his hideous wounds, he also exuded the unique coldness of the dead.
Klein stared for a while, his mood gradually settled down and seemed to calm down.
After glanced over, he found a strange mark on the wrist of the clown in the tuxedo, so he boldly reached out to touch it, trying to turn it over and see it more clearly.
The cold feeling just came from Klein's fingertips into his brain, and the pale, lost all his vitality, suddenly bounced up and grabbed his wrist.
Grasp his wrist tightly!
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