Mystery: Days and Nights of Struggle with the Research Society

Chapter 23 The Guidance of Fate

Su Ya couldn't tell what this impulse was for a while, but his spiritual intuition didn't warn him, so he chose to follow this guidance. He didn't even return to the room, but just followed this impulse and walked to the street.

Su Ya walked along the edge of the street. The gentle sunlight in the northern part of Loen shone on his silver-gray formal coat. Although it was midsummer in July, but because of the unique climate here, it did not bring dryness and heat. The fresh breeze comes and makes people feel comfortable and refreshing.

This place is close to Iron Cross Street, only two streets away from it. However, because most of the people around this street are middle-class people, it is relatively neat and clean. There are also many horse-drawn carriages parked on the roadside, only on weekends. There were always few people in the afternoon, and some coachmen were covering their faces with hats, lying on the carriages and dozing off.

Su Ya looked at the road ahead that was full of mud and sewage, then looked at her clean shoes, and decided to give up the idea of ​​walking there.He waved and called a coachman who was parked on the roadside.

"Five pounds, including you for an afternoon, take me around Tingen." Su Ya casually jumped into the carriage and directed.

Although he didn't know what was attracting him, it must be something related to his promotion. I just hoped that this thing wouldn't be a living extraordinary person.

Although it is not impossible to fight, but without any legitimate reason, without involving the safety of himself and his relatives and friends, just for the sake of promotion, he will attack other Extraordinary at will, which is not in line with his life principles.

"Sir, where do you want to go?" the coachman asked energetically, obviously deeply moved by the five pounds reward.

Where to go. Su Ya touched his chin, closed his eyes for a moment, and then pointed in a direction according to the guidance of spiritual intuition.

"Go that way, keep walking down the street, don't go too fast, don't stop until I tell you to."

Leonard King has seldom been as embarrassed as he is now.

He is a man who looks quite young. His hair is neatly combed back, and he is well dressed. He wears a half-white delicate mask with many light gray strange patterns on it, and a dreamy pattern on his forehead. With silver crystals and starry sapphires, the whole person looks refined and elegant.But at this moment, his blond hair stood on end as if it had been struck by lightning, with scorched marks on the edges, the skin on the lower half of his face was cut, and blood gushed out from the wound, making him look quite embarrassed.

"Damn church dog." Leonard King wiped the blood on his left cheek, straightened his scorched collar, and couldn't help cursing. It was caused by the ambush of the Punisher there.

He took a breath, took the mask off his face, carefully put it into a dark wooden box, glanced around, randomly picked a house on the side of the road and rushed in.

In the horrified eyes of the room owner, Leonard King had a polite smile on his face. First, a dull and foolish look appeared on his face, and then his red eyes were filled with a layer of unwilling madness and malice.He looked at them blankly, stretched out his palms, and after a few small screams, only the slight sound of floor friction and the man's painful breathing were left in the room.

After a long time, the madness faded from his body, and he struggled to get up from the ground, only to see a messy room. With trembling hands, Leonard King closed the eyes of the only half of the head of the owner of the room, which was full of unsatisfactory eyes. He crawled up from the ground of flesh and blood, bending down in pain.

"What have I done? Pollution attacks are becoming more and more frequent. If I can't find a solution, I'm afraid I will really become a complete monster." Leonard King muttered to himself, and he staggered Sitting down on the sofa, his eyes became duller.

"I need to be promoted. Yes, as long as I am promoted to a 'winner', I can get rid of madness, suppress pollution, and wait for the teacher's call. It will definitely be possible." Scarlet and chaos flashed in his almost dull eyes, and he turned around to look in one direction.

"There...I feel the calling."

Meanwhile, Rosen's folk herbal shop, 18 Flood Street, East End, Tingen.

The shop owner, who was dressed like a country witch doctor, was hurriedly packing up the shop filled with all kinds of medicinal herbs, and was struggling to pack his luggage.He is a 40-[-]-year-old man with short black hair and a round face. He wears a dark black robe embroidered with various strange symbols. He keeps packing some rare herbs and stuffing them into his suitcase.

"Shermin, starting from tomorrow, this store will be all handed over to you." The boss told a handsome young man with messy hair, "You are already capable of distinguishing herbs and preparing potions. You can do this." Owner of this shop, I can’t take away all these herbs, they are yours now.”

He paused, and then, under Sheermin's expectant and reluctant eyes, he took out a pack of medicines from the packed suitcase, and carefully placed them in Sheermin's hands.

"By the way, if a well-dressed and handsome young gentleman comes here for me after I'm gone, give him this. Don't ask him anything, just tell him I've left and will never come back That's it." The boss gave the serious instruction. After the apprentice nodded vigorously, he breathed a sigh of relief, turned around and walked out of the store, dragging his suitcase.

"Teacher, are you leaving now?" Xie Ermin asked reluctantly.

The fat boss waved his hand without looking back, "You remember to deposit 50.00% of the store's monthly profit into my bearer account at Backlund Bank. There is no need to give it away."

Tingen, Fania Street Nord.

At some point in time, the night has quietly shrouded this not-too-bustling city. There are far fewer pedestrians on the streets, and only a few horse-drawn carriages are still driving on the road.

"Sir, which way are you going next?" the coachman's tired voice sounded.During this afternoon, he had been shopping in Tingen City for a long time according to Suya's request. During this period, Suya sometimes asked to change the route, and sometimes asked to get off the car to check, but he never meant to end.

What a troublesome guest.He murmured in his heart with some complaints, but when he thought of the generous reward, he forcibly cheered up and didn't dare to show any dissatisfaction.

That's a whole five pounds!Even if it's a little tiring and a little troublesome, it's well worth it.If he hadn't been lucky enough to meet this curious young master who didn't know where he came from, how could he have earned so much money so easily.

"It should be around here." Su Ya gently closed his eyes and let his spiritual intuition spread. He seemed to have sensed some kind of attraction in the dark, as if it was the unique guidance of fate, telling him that he should move towards a certain place. go in one direction.

Su Ya didn't hesitate, and immediately directed the coachman to drive in that direction. Although it was more than one time today that he had sensed this kind of guidance, and every time there was no big result, for some reason, Su Ya felt that he should believe it. This feeling.

Perhaps this is the guidance of fate?
　I made an appointment for Su Ya to design a picture, but I don’t know how to send it out. Can someone teach me?

　　
　
(End of this chapter)