Irina, the Goddess of the Scarlet Moon

How would that mysterious organization face a saint?

Irina couldn't help looking forward to it, so that she was a little absent-minded during class. Fortunately, the students didn't notice anything wrong and absorbed the knowledge she imparted.

At three o'clock in the afternoon, Irina had almost finished teaching today's lessons.

"I'm going back first." After saying something to Melsa, Irina planned to leave.

Melsa nodded, her words could not leave so early.

Irina left and went straight to the apartment, and at the same time planned to take this opportunity to go to Feline to brush up her experience.

But after returning to the vicinity of the apartment, Irina frowned slightly and listened carefully.

Indistinctly, there was a crying sound.

Who is crying?

Irina followed the sound and went around the apartment. On the lawn behind the apartment, she saw a person sitting on the lawn crying, and a newspaper was scattered on the lawn next to it.

Irina walked a little closer and glanced over, and she could see a line of information displayed in conspicuous fonts on the front page of the newspaper. She understood the situation after just a cursory scan. It was what happened in the suburbs of Coombs. This morning, there was a tragedy there. Dozens of people died in a factory. The murderer is still unknown and is under investigation.

The report on this part was already wet with tears, which made Irina feel puzzled, because the crying person seemed to be crying because of this report.

Chapter 882 The Power of the Evil Hand

"Excuse me." Irina moved a little closer.

As if hearing someone else's voice, the crying person raised his head, showing a haggard middle-aged man's face.

Seeing the other party, Irina also recognized who the other party was. It was a college teacher named Mark.

'Mark... Isn't this the person who reported his assistant yesterday?His assistant was sent by the Kadi Kingdom, and he wanted to instigate him, but he reported it. '

A thought flashed through Irina's mind.

Mark also recognized Irina at this time. After all, among all the teachers, the younger Irina was more conspicuous, and she belonged to the kind that could not be forgotten after just one glance.

"Ms. Jonila..." Mark saw Irina and murmured, "I killed them, it was me..."

"Killed? Are you referring to the person reported in this newspaper?" Irina pointed to the part of the report that was wet with tears.

Mark was a little lost, so he told Irina like this.

He is not familiar with Irina, and there is no need to talk to Irina, but at this moment maybe he needs to find someone to confide in, and Irina just happened to come to the side, and she became the object of his narration.

Everything is still related to what happened yesterday.

Yesterday, when Mark's assistant, Fremont, instigated him against him, he also said that even if he was unwilling to agree to submit to the Kingdom of Kadi, he could not reveal his affairs, otherwise the Kingdom of Kadi would definitely usher in revenge.

This revenge was not aimed at Mark himself. After all, Mark was a teacher of Honeysuckle College, and he was not so active. Fremont threatened Mark with the civilians of Byrod Kingdom.

As a result, Mark still chose to turn around and report Fremont.

Of course, when Fremont was taken away by the Sheriff's Office, Mark also mentioned Fremont's revenge to the Sheriff's Office, but this didn't seem to change anything.

Revenge is still coming.

Irina picked up the newspaper again and looked at it. It described the situation at the scene of the case in words, indicating that there were still blood written on the site, and the content of the blood written was "Mark, this is the promised revenge."

Seeing this information, Irina also understood. No wonder Mark's mood could not be stabilized. He must have felt that he had killed so many people.

Irina couldn't help but sighed: "Mr. Mark, you shouldn't be crying here, you should go to the police station."

"I...I don't dare." Mark replied with his head down, "I'm afraid I will be attacked when I leave Honeysuckle Academy."

When Irina heard this, it seemed reasonable. There was still safety in Honeysuckle College, but it was hard to say on the streets outside.

"Then you should also tell the dean or the deputy dean." Irina could only continue.

"You're right, I still have to tell others." Mark wiped away his tears, got up staggeringly, and staggered towards the teaching building.

Looking at the back of Mark leaving, Irina fell into deep thought.

'Has the relationship between the Byrod Kingdom and the Kadi Kingdom reached this point?Will such kingdom grievances cause any hindrance to my purpose? '

Shaking her head, Irina didn't think about it any more, and turned back to the apartment.

……

Kurt moved faster than Irina imagined.

On the same day, Kurt led a group of people from the security station to the stronghold of the Hand of Evil.

There is a theater there, the scale is not too big, and it is not outstanding among the many theaters in Coombs. The contents of the plays performed are often routine, with nothing new to speak of, and the number of audiences is relatively small. .

But who would know that such a place is the stronghold of evil hands?

Among Kurt's many classes, there happened to be the class of the controller, so he first displayed his cognitive distortion, making people ignore him, and blatantly entered the theater.

'It's just a small stronghold, and I don't think there will be any strong ones, just let me catch them all in one go. '

Kurt is very confident in himself, and he doesn't take the evil hand too seriously.

However, when Kurt entered this "Red Singer" theater, deep inside the theater, in a room, a pair of sharp eyes opened.

"With the breath of a saint, why would a saint come here? Could it be that..."

Kurt didn't know that he was discovered, and he was still very leisurely.