Irina, the Goddess of the Scarlet Moon

Finally, there was a knock on the door.

"Lord Dorrance."

A man turned around and opened the door. He was not surprised to see the person outside, and he shouted respectfully.

Dressed like a gentleman, Dorrance walked in, with a bloody smell emanating from his body.

Smelling the bloody smell, Dilu, who was tied up on the bed, seemed to understand something. His eyes widened, and he looked at Dorrance with grief and indignation, and his sobs became louder.

"Pawin, did you ask what happened?" Dorrance asked calmly.

He seems to be a gentleman and a patient person, but in fact he is too straightforward to be patient, otherwise Irina wouldn't have directly asked the reason just because Irina looked at him for a while.Therefore, he handed over the matter of the interrogation just now to other people, and he solved the rest of the family by himself.

Killing is a common thing for the people of their life sect.

The man named Pawin who was asked looked tall, and he slightly lowered his head and replied respectfully: "Master Dorrance, I understand the details. Ansuo should have used a disguised identity, called Soley Ge, pretended to be a writer. At that time, he was participating in a writer's salon, and it was at that salon that people from the Bureau of Mystery approached him, and he was killed on the spot when his identity was identified."

"Is there any other news?" Dorrance asked blankly.

"There are still some details..." Pawin replied hastily.

"Do you know the identities of the rest of the writers at the writer's salon?" Dorrance asked again.

"Yes, we also asked about this." Although Pawin didn't know what the news was useful for, he still quickly told Dorrance.

Dorrance nodded, without even looking at Dilu on the bed, he turned around and said, "Let's go, let's go to the next writer."

The rest of the Life Sect didn't see any problems, but Dorrance had already seen something unusual.

That writer named Dilu has supernatural marks on him!

As a person who has been a transcendent for many years and has rich experience, Dorrance directly judged that it should belong to the ability of the fifth-level class controller, which is called cognitive distortion.

This Dilu is just an ordinary person. Ordinary people are distorted by a fifth-level job. This state cannot be lifted for at least a year. All they know will be wrong information.

Dorrance was not in control and could not get rid of this state, but he also understood that Ansuo's death was definitely not as simple as it seemed on the surface.

'Somehow there is an extra controller, who will you be?Did you kill Yasuo? '

Dorrance had various thoughts, and looked at the night sky with somewhat deep eyes.

He was not in a hurry, anyway, he had already grasped the names of all the writers in the writer's salon at that time, and if he searched one by one, he could always find the target person.

As Duo Lun left the room, other members of the Life Sect also left one after another, and the last person to leave was a knife, making Dilu leave this world forever unwillingly.

……

10 month 21 day.

Today is the time for Osger's novel to be released, and Irina, Susan and Pasha went to the Happy Bookstore early in the morning.

Walking on the road, Irina and Susan yawned together.

"Susan, why is your complexion so bad?" Irina was yawning, and her words were a little unclear.

"It's nothing, I had another nightmare." Susan turned her face and replied with a twinkle in her eyes.

"I said I'd find you some tranquilizing potions, but I forgot about that. When you have time, go to the Mystery Bureau with me." Pasha said to Susan in good spirits.

"No need, that's too troublesome." Susan quickly refused. Under the current situation, she kept a respectful distance from places like the Bureau of Mystery.

Before Pasha continued to speak, Susan quickly changed the subject and said, "Isn't Ariel also in a bad mood?"

Irina was a little helpless. There was a real reason for her lack of energy, because Pasha started to tormenting her again last night, her whole body was so soft and her legs were numb, and finally she had no choice but to attack Pasha's weak point, her navel, with her fingers. Get through this.

When they walked past the restaurant, the three ladies bought breakfast by the way, and walked while eating, not forgetting to chat a little more on the way.

During the chat, Irina would naturally mention Osger's situation, saying that Osger was going to release a novel for everyone to read, and promised that there would be absolutely no whitewashed content this time.

Susan was a little interested when she heard it. She knew that Irina was helping Osger recently. As for why Irina helped Osger, she didn't know and didn't ask much.

"What? Mr. Osger changed his style and stopped writing the previous content?"

Pasha was extremely disappointed, she felt that the content and style of the white flowers before was very good.

While talking, they also came to the Happy Bookstore.

In the square outside the bookstore, white pigeons are flying around, and many passers-by are feeding these grids, and the sound of cooing can be heard endlessly.

"There are a lot of people here, are they all invited by Mr. Osger to promote his new book?"

Susan looked ahead in surprise, because she found that many of the people who fed the pigeons were actually the rest of the writers.

Chapter 113

These writers will appear here at the same time. Judging from the current situation, there is only one possibility.

At the Writers Salon, Osger made an invitation, hoping that the writers at that time could help promote his new book after it was released.The other writers in the salon at that time were not the only ones Osger asked for help, and he also continued to contact other writers in the next few days.

It can be said that Osger attaches great importance to this advanced ceremony.

"Miss Susan, Miss Ariel, and this lady who met for the first time, good morning."

With the arrival of the three of Irina, many writers turned around and came over to say hello.

Irina, Susan, and Pasha returned the salute one after another, and everyone exchanged a few words in the square.

"You are here too."