Academic Gathering with Lich Colleagues

Chapter 59

"Is it really that resentful? To be honest, as far as the truth is concerned, that person's malice didn't actually hurt you, and the cause of your death is a foregone conclusion. Even if I were honest about this matter, he would at most feel a little embarrassed by it. , you really want to let me destroy your body, just to cause him a little trouble."

Lyle couldn't understand why the corpse was too obsessed with the truth, as if something was urging him. Compared with the truth, Lyle preferred to keep the corpse intact.

"I can't go to heaven, my physical integrity doesn't matter to me, but old Gale, Trifaldo and Lame Eli are still alive, what do I have to do?"

"who are they?"

"My friends are also a bunch of useless beggars. Old Gail has a parrot that sheds hair. That beast can only scold people. Cui Fado is a good old man. He will give me a few rotten fruits. Yili used to be a pickpocket. It's a rhetoric of past glory."

"They may be the scum of the world, the scum, but they are my friends, and now there is a man who poisons them with malicious intent for fun, and I can't watch them go away like me, and now, tear that hypocritical face off The evidence is in my stomach, and I don't even have to feel the pain."

"Why haven't you started work, sheriff?"

The corpse that had lost its magic supply collapsed on the table. Lyle cut open his stomach, removed small clumps of gelatinous bread from the stomach bag, and cut open the surface. Lyle found his target. In the center of the bread cube, a small piece of icing sugar has a similar powdery substance in the middle. After the identification of the reagents, the toxicity was determined. Lyle found the same substance in five or six icing sugars, ruling out the possibility of unintentional mistakes.

What the beggar said was right, that famous squire was carrying out these malicious murders while making a name for himself.

Medusa emerged from his cuff.

"not in a good mood?"

"A little bit."

"Then let me tell you even worse news. The people from the church came and went straight to this security office. Guess what will you do when they find this corpse and you who are playing with it?"

Lyle's dullness turned to panic, "How did you know that?"

"Remember what kind of wood I am made of? If you spend more time looking at me every day, you will find that I am a little brighter than before, and it is still getting brighter. Holy Spirit Wood has the function of perceiving holy energy, understand Is it? Baby~"

Almost as soon as he finished speaking, Mr. Garrett squeezed out of the passage.

"Little Buhler, the church is here, I'm going to delay the time, you hurry up and hide the body, it's really not good, just leave quickly, don't be found."

Before he finished speaking, he hurriedly got into the passage again.

Lyle picked up the corpse and ran to the iron gate on the other side, which was connected to another hidden exit directly from the police station. As for the blood left on the table, the corpse is the top priority.

bump!
Lyle hit the iron door, dizzy, they locked the door!Then how can I hide, and how can I run away!
There's a good way to think about it, but Lyle finds that anxiety eats up almost all of his brain cells.

"Gollum!"

"My ring!" The talent ball turned into a stream of water and left him, and also took the Andrea Ring on his hand.

Is this "muddy ball" going to rebel?

It also seems to have a tinge of purple on its body.

"Gollum."

It jumped onto the corpse and stuffed the purple into the mouth of the old beggar's corpse, under Lyle's surprised gaze.

"Grumble rumble."

Familiar gloomy breath, familiar magic flow.

The body was resuscitated, and the old beggar stood up.

Lyle stood there in astonishment.

"Then I'll go to avoid the limelight first." The old beggar nodded to Lyle, pressed the Andry emblem, and disappeared in front of Lyle.

The problem is solved.

"You still have a pool of blood and crime scenes to deal with, baby Lyle." Medusa reminded kindly.

"What is a crime scene?"

"Am I wrong? Desecrating corpses is a serious sin of the church."

. . . . . . . .

As soon as Lyle wiped off the blood, he heard messy footsteps in the passage, and many people were walking towards it.

Lyle took a breath, time was in a hurry, and his on-site handling was not clean, but he could barely handle it when he was prepared.

Just like detonating a detonator, the impact of the explosion knocked the thick wooden door flying, and the flying door wiped Lyle's hair and smashed the stone table behind him.

Well, the site cleanup is complete, and the site is in chaos.

In the dust stirred up, Lyle saw a flash of light that seemed to be a double-headed mace.

There were several people coughing.

The voice of a middle-aged man who blamed him, "Karen, what are you doing! The use of force is forbidden!"

"I'm sorry, monk, I smell black magic, I'm just in case." A young female voice.

"Oh, black magic, what a big hat, is that why you took down my basement door?" It was Mr. Garrett.

The smoke dissipated, and the first thing that appeared was a girl less than 1.7 meters tall, wearing an old dark brown nun's uniform, her turban was tied on her head, and her blond hair was like stuffed straw. Rough attire is more like a wild boy.

Next was Mr. Garrett, his sturdy body almost filled the passage, he first swept around, then looked at Lyle, nodded slightly, and stepped out of position.

Finally, there is a middle-aged monk with a simple monk's uniform and a traditional Mediterranean shape on his head. Medieval monks have the habit of removing the center hair to express their devout beliefs, like an angel's halo on their head.

"Karen, what about the black magic aura you said?" The monk looked around and confirmed that there was nothing abnormal.

The girl looked around, her small nose twitched slightly, like a puppy sniffing, "disappeared."

Lyle breathed a sigh of relief, thinking that something had been revealed.

"Investigate the evil!" The girl named Karen said nothing, and a holy light spell was thrown on Lyle's face.

Lyle was startled because he was too familiar, as if Raymond showed up. Could it be that the church's greeting is to detect the evil and slap his face? If Mr. Raymond's detective is a meteor strike, then this force is at most a breeze.

Lyle stood in place naturally, and even his body was still shining with holy light.

"Pure?!" It seems that the harmless safety sign works just as well here.

"Karen! Your test just now is a blasphemy against the Holy Light, so please apologize!"

"I'm sorry, Your Excellency the Pure One." The girl said simply.

"It doesn't matter, my name is Lyle." Raymond killed not [-] but also [-], never heard sorry, this is a good girl.

"The Holy Light bless you, Lord Lyle, I'm Brother Surrey, what are you doing here?"

"What? I'm tidying up the warehouse." Lyle pretended to be confused.

"I understand, I'm sorry to bother you." Brother Surrey took the lead and walked back to the passage.

It's over?

(End of this chapter)