System! I Will Not Be a Saint!

But he still accepted the pennies, and replied: "Thank you for your... er, generosity, but it is not an enemy. The textile factory where Edward's sister works, the supervisor named Mike, can let them The two brothers and sisters suffered a lot."

"Edward's previous jump may have been forced by him."

Hearing this, Pasha raised her eyebrows, seeming to be interested in this topic: "Explain in detail."

Pasha wanted to know what was so special about this Edward that he had two operators from that mysterious organization help him.

Just happened to happen?maybe.

After carefully listening to what the old man said, and inquiring about Mike's residence, Pasha decided to go to Tanfeng before the investigators came.

Everyone who is in contact with Edward now has the value of investigation, but the investigators have gone to the most valuable clues.

Pasha could only think backwards and start investigating from the enemy. After all, Pasha noticed that there were many shoe prints on Edward's tattered jacket, maybe they had encountered it before.

Walking through the alleys in the southern part of Ibiza, Pasha soon came to the alley where Mike lived.

"No. 23...No. 24... Well, it's this one." Pasha looked at the half-closed door curiously, feeling something was wrong in her heart.

"Why is the door open in broad daylight? Is there someone inside?"

Pasha looked around the door for a while, but found no valuable clues, so she raised her hand and knocked on the door of Mike's house.

"Hi, may I have... 噫——"

As soon as Pasha knocked on the door, a huge mouse rushed out. Pasha was so frightened that she took a step back and pressed her back against the moss-covered stone wall behind her.

"Blood?!" Pasha quickly realized that something was wrong. The gray mouse that flew out just now had dark fur near the corner of its mouth, as if it had been stained with some kind of ink.

But when the "ink" dripped down its fur or rubbed against the floor, the scarlet traces that were drawn made people immediately realize what it was.

Pasha opened the door and looked into the house.

A lying corpse caught her eyelids.

Her breathing stopped for a second.

Pasha reached into her pocket, took out two pieces of linen, lowered her head to cover her shoes, and changed herself into a new pair of gloves.

After doing all this, Pasha reopened the door and walked in.When she left, she carefully avoided the blood stains dragged by the mice on the ground, while suppressing her nausea, she looked at the strange corpse.

It was a short and fat man, his chest was pierced by a sharp weapon, blood soaked his shirt and the surrounding wooden floor, his face was painted with clown makeup as if someone was joking.

It's just that the red nose and smiling face are painted with blood.

Looking along the corpse's head towards his hands, Pasha saw the index finger of his right hand, which seemed to be pointing in one direction.

This is... a clue left before death?Or did the murderer put it up maliciously to confuse the investigation?

Pasha looked in the direction of her finger, and saw a signature written in blood on the yellow-white wallpaper beside her.

And because the blood coagulates slowly, the written name looks like blood flowing downwards, which makes people feel extraordinarily horrified.

"--clown?"

"What is this? Provoking the police station after passionate murder?" Pasha frowned until she saw something that made her pupils shrink.

It was a bloody table knife, which was inserted not far from the wall where the signature was signed, and the table knife was covered with black blood.

Originally, it was okay to just use a table knife as a murder weapon, but at this time, the table knife reminded Pasha of another case where a table knife was also suspected of being used...

Suddenly, Pasha's ears moved, as if she heard something outside.

"Damn it, did you find this place so quickly?"

Pasha quickly took out a piece of paper from her pocket and placed it in front of her, and said softly: "(Dasaya language) magic rubbing—"

A lavender halo spread from the white paper in her hand, spread across the entire first floor and then shrunk again. A purple light flashed, and the white paper in her hand printed all the details of the scene.

As long as you meditate on this piece of white paper, you can enter the virtual scene again, and then investigate carefully. This is a spell that all high-level investigators must learn.This is also one of the few spells that must be chanted.

After saving the scene, Pasha raised her hand and snapped her fingers, and the whole person escaped into the shadows, and quickly rushed out of the house and fled along the wall.

Not long after Pasha left, two investigators, one tall and one short, walked to the door of Mike's room, smoking a pipe.

"Hey, the door is so wide open, it seems that the person is at home, so let's go find it."

"Oh, maybe it was stolen."

"Anyway, let's... oh shit!"

"Hold......"

After two or three minutes of on-site inspection, a green aura, invisible to ordinary people, once again bloomed over the southern area of ​​Ibiza.

Chapter 77 Chapter 75 Encounter with the Virgin of Justice

In the bearded Mike's residence, in front of a corpse of Chen Heng, six investigators surrounded the corpse and observed it carefully.

"There is no doubt that this is the message she left us." A strong middle-aged investigator took out a pipe and held it in his mouth.

On his chest is a church emblem inlaid with a gorgeous opal inlaid with blue-gold light, which is a status symbol that can only be possessed by Tier [-] or above.

"What is her purpose? That's it? Kill an ordinary person for us to see? If you want me to say, she is with that favored person!" A slightly younger investigator seemed a little aggrieved, his There is also an Opal badge on the chest.

"Don't make such wild guesses, she must have some purpose... sort out all the clues, and call the church's legend team for a meeting tonight." The middle-aged investigator waved his hand and left with a pipe in his mouth, his mouth still vague Continuing to murmur indistinctly, "Ibiza, the Favored One, the Church of Hope..."

"Does this need to be reported in the newspaper?" The young investigator interrupted, "The appearance of a murderer in Ibiza may cause panic here."

"It's okay, let's publish it in the newspaper. The more people know about it, the harder it will be for her to hide."

"clear."

Wind up the camera, pour chalk on it, press the shutter with one hand, and operate the trigger of the flint wheel with the other. A burst of white light flashes, and the urgent page cover photos of major newspapers are released.

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In the west area of ​​Ibiza, on the most central fountain square.

"Ah...I'm exhausted."

A young girl was sitting by the side of a fountain that had dried up for an unknown amount of time. Although she was wearing a black robe that was resistant to dirt, she still covered her buttocks with a white cloth that she carried with her.

"After walking for a long time, I didn't see many people. Those who walked on the street were either gangsters or investigators..." Searle sighed helplessly, "Could it be that people from the entire district Do you all work in the factory?"

In the entire West District, except for the vibrating and roaring of some machines and the black smoke from the chimneys of some small factories, there is not a single resident to be seen at all, except for the occasional carriage of goods passing by.

It feels to Searle that the entire Ibiza area is just a labor place, the west area is used for high-intensity labor, and the south area is used for workers to rest.

This is too exploitative...As long as you are born in Ibiza, you will be bound in Ibiza for the rest of your life, and there is almost no way out except to go to the Hope Church School in Ibiza.

But even if the church is free of tuition, it is not unrestrained income. A school can only accommodate a limited number of students, and not all families can afford to lose a labor force at home.

The more he stayed in the Ibiza area, the more depressed Syl felt, and he really wanted to smash all the factories that squeezed labor to pieces.

Searle took off the glasses on the bridge of his nose and wiped them with his sleeves.Wearing glasses for a long time has left a little red mark on her tender white nose, and it still feels a little sunken to the touch.

At this time, Syl needs to find the next target, but he must decide whether to act after seeing the feedback.

Just killing a Mike is far from enough. Those factory owners who are full of fat and only know how to squeeze and the masters behind them are the primary targets of Searle.

Moreover, according to Baron Barlow Bwonsamdi, although most of the factories were controlled by him, the final funds did not flow to him, he was just a shield.

"Anyway, let's go to the Goddess of Hope Church in the West District first...see if you can have lunch." In the bakery shops and some small restaurants in the West District, the food inside can be seen through the window, which makes people feel nothing. Appetite feeling.

It can only be said that it is barely enough to eat.

In order not to torture his stomach, Searle decided to go to church for a meal.

Syl stood up, patted his white cloth, and put it back into his wide sleeves.

Along the avenue, Seale walked towards the South Side, where the Church of Hope in Ibiza was built not far from Bull Street.

When Searle was leaving, he also saw workers coming out of some buildings one after another. It seemed that the factory's rest time had come.

The originally deserted streets were quickly crowded with people, and the air was filled with the smell of sweat and a faint body odor. People in Ibiza did not have the luxury of being able to shower every day like people in other areas. change clothes.

Fortunately, Syl left early and was not squeezed into the square with the densest crowds. She walked ahead of the crowd one step ahead, but she had to pay attention to the children running past from time to time, so as not to let them bump into herself.

At this moment, there was a discussion in Searle's ear.

Originally, there was nothing to do with discussions on the streets where people were gradually bustling with voices, but the topics they discussed made Syl interested.

"His Royal Highness... Do we really want to do this? Go and beat Frank up?

 …that Frank the Scrooge will definitely call the police!We will all be taken back! "

A girl nervously said something to another tall girl around her, without even noticing that there was someone beside her.

"Don't you just watch them being bullied? Fuck!" A voice that sounded nice, but slightly irritable, also sounded from the side, "I can't bear it, he dared to flog civilians for no reason, he must pay the price!"

Syl turned his head slightly and looked at the two girls beside him.

Then, Searle saw a well-proportioned girl about 1 meters tall, about sixteen or seventeen years old, who happened to look in her direction.

The slender girl was wearing a black vest and coat, and a gray cloak with the church logo on her body. Her wine-red curly hair was bound by a headband around her neck and hung behind her.

The most impressive thing is not her tall nose bridge and thin lips, but her eyes with fiery red pupils and slender eyebrows like sharp swords.

A little dust on her face did not diminish her heroism and beauty in the slightest, on the contrary, it added a wild feeling to her.

It is a kind of heroism completely different from the clown, the clown is more sinister, while the girl has a more sunny feeling.

When the girl saw Syl, she froze for a moment, then frowned: "What are you looking at?"

She saw herself?

Syl seemed a little surprised, because the girl in front of her didn't have any signs of having spiritual vision activated.

"Uh..." Syl choked on this question, and didn't know how to answer for a while. She thought about her words and said to the slightly irascible lady in front of her, "Maybe because you are more beautiful ?”

Such straightforward words made the curly-haired girl in front of her stunned for a moment. Rao was as irritable as she was, and she had never heard such a reply.

But the brown-haired girl next to the curly-haired girl exclaimed in a low voice when she saw Syl: "Your Highness Jane, she...she is Your Excellency the Holy Maiden of Hope!"

"Saint?" The girl called Jane looked at Searle curiously.This saint of hope does not seem to be as boring as the other saints.

Jane took off the glove on her right hand, stretched out her hand towards Searle, and said with a smile, "Hello, my name is Jane, and I am a saint, just."

"Your Highness...be careful with your words...perform the church salute..." The girl next to her weakly tugged at Jane's cloak and reminded her in a low voice.