It is impossible for the girl to find the evil god in the textbook

Her mental state is indeed not very good, which leads to her bad temper now.

Recently, Ling has used different types of divination and even black divination to find Ella.This is a very dangerous behavior. It not only consumes a lot of spirituality, but also is very vulnerable to the malicious gaze of unknown beings.

But even so, she got nothing.

Although Ling's face was concealed with light makeup, the deep tiredness still appeared. After observing this, Ying retracted his original words and gave a definite answer.

"Of course, I'm sure of that."

"That's good."

Hyde had finished reading the information at this time, he took off the ring very rationally, and stuffed it into his coat pocket to avoid its side effects.

"So you plan to go to Mr. Henry Taylor's new address... The information says that he is still in London, but he just abandoned the original house... OK, what reason are we looking for to go there?"

Shadow took out a roll of parchment from his pocket, which was something that all executors were familiar with.

"We have a whole week for a simple task of removing ghosts."

-

After the events of five years ago, the London point of contact had regularly submitted requests for exorcism to Kraft.This is unavoidable in cities after the outbreak of the plague, and until now, similar incidents still happen occasionally.

Newly moved residents reported to the police that they heard whispers at night, strangers appeared in mirrors, or drawers in their homes were turned over but nothing was lost.

Most of them are fictional ghost stories derived from ghost stories, or just ordinary thefts, but a small number are real mysteries.

Thompson, the liaison in charge of the East End, whose predecessor had left London after the incident, remodeled the pub that served as a liaison point to a larger size.

The three young men in front of him were asking him something unrelated to the mission, which made Thompson a little confused.

Generally speaking, this simple task of removing ghosts does not require an entire team of executors. Maybe there is some hidden secret in the incident?

He swallowed his saliva and replied honestly,

"Henry Taylor is a rich man in the East End. He seems to have been a factory owner of some textile mill five years ago. After the plague, he became a member of the Thames Sewerage Society. A kind of philanthropist... this Does anyone have a problem?"

"no problem."

The girl wearing black gloves replied. For some reason, the other person's overly delicate face made Thompson feel a little creepy. He always felt that it didn't look like a real human being.

"Ghosts believe..."

Thompson muttered something in his heart, but on the surface he didn't dare to say anything.

Chapter 12 The Redeemer

Late at night, the wall clock has struck twelve times.

In a mansion on Marlton Street, Henry Taylor in his pajamas was checking the report card under the gas lamp. There are still gaps in implementation.

Replacing expensive equipment with less polluting ones is fundamentally contrary to the interests of factory owners.

If that hadn't happened, even he himself would have tried to find a loophole, that's for sure.

Five years is enough time for everything to change. The former acquaintances probably don't recognize themselves anymore, right?

After reading the last report, Mr. Taylor only had a rough idea of ​​the plan in his mind. He threw the document away and fell into the depths of the leather chair.

The pajamas seemed a bit loose, and there was a lot of space in the leather chair. Five years ago, it would have been difficult for him to fit his fat body into such a medium-sized chair.

A mirror at the corner of the table reflected his appearance, half black and half white hair, thin, and only an empty skeleton remained under the rough skin like tree bark.

Suddenly, the surrounding air seemed to become colder, and the flame in the fireplace swayed a few times.Henry Taylor, who had almost fallen asleep in his chair, sat up.

Did the maid not close the window tightly?This was not the first time that the too-young maid had been insufficiently attentive.

A few years ago, Henry might have fired her directly, but now he thinks he should give her a few more chances.

He felt that he might be a little dazzled. In the place where the lights couldn't cover, the image of a girl in a black dress and gloves of the same color was gradually outlined in the darkness.

That seemed to be the young girl who had lived in his family for several years, but she had become much more mature and beautiful, perhaps she should indeed look like this five years later.

He asked in a tone of disbelief,

"...Are you Ella?"

The girl nodded,

"Long time no see, Uncle Henry."

Mr. Taylor froze for a moment. After confirming that the other party was not his hallucination, he immediately thought of the current identity of his cousin's daughter.

Ella Williams is from "that world".

The man was slightly panicked. It was very unusual for Ella to appear at this time.

"It's already very late. You shouldn't have come to visit me on purpose. Could it be that something happened here?"

This should be reasonable. The reason for the appearance of that type of people is usually due to mysterious events that cannot be explained by common sense.

But what's puzzling is that he didn't read any emotion like wariness or nervousness on the girl's face.

"That's not the case, I did come to see you."

The girl's answer was beyond his expectation.

Holding a bottle of Scottish white wine, she placed it on the wooden table, then beckoned, let the tea set and hot water come by itself, made a pot of black tea, and finally moved a chair to sit on Henry. In front of Taylor.

"I came here to ask about your cousin, my father."

Some vague memories came to Henry's mind. It was a man named Norbert Williams, and he hadn't seen him for at least seven or eight years.In a certain period of time, he shamefully took over the generous child support sent by his cousin.

"Nobold?"

"So you've seen him, that's pretty good."

This kind of statement is a bit strange, the girl means that she has never met her father.

"I should have never seen Norbold Williams since I was fostered with you."

In this way, it is understandable. Although it may be exaggerated, it is quite normal for girls to feel vague about their childhood memories.But what could be more important than spending time with family when Henry Taylor has a little anger with his long-lost cousin?

He felt ridiculous that he had envied such a stupid man, but at the same time, he felt a new kind of jealousy and pity.

"Yes, of course I have met him, we are cousins ​​after all."

He somewhat regretted this statement, which might hurt the girl in front of him.

"Nobold is missing, maybe dead, so I at least want to know who he was."

died?Then there's no way.

The jealousy dissipated in my heart, and now only pity and sympathy remained.

"I'm very sorry......"

Henry Taylor began to describe the man based on his own recollections.

Unlike his mediocre, short, fat and ugly self, Norbold is a graduate of the History Department of Cambridge University. He inherited the southern plantation from his parents, and he is far superior to himself in terms of appearance, wealth, and luck.

He was an arrogant, free-spirited fellow, and it was hard to imagine that such a person would start a family of his own and have children.

When Nobold walked up to him eight years ago, holding a child's hand, he was very surprised, but for the apparently excessive child support, he accepted his cousin's entrustment.

Having said this, Henry suddenly froze.

He originally thought that he would have a lot to say, but when these words came out of his mouth, he was surprised to find that that was all he knew about that man.

"Do you have a picture of Norbird?"

The girl interrupted his silence.

Henry thought for a moment and replied.

"In the old house at [-] Smith Street, I have a photo album from the past in the drawer of my bedroom. There may be a photo with him in it. You and your father are very similar, and you should be able to recognize them at a glance."

Hearing this, the girl in black dress and white hair stood up.

"Thanks, that's exactly what I wanted to know, sorry to bother you so late."

After that, she was ready to leave.

"and many more--"

Henry no longer hesitated,

"Ella, I know you are as special as that professor, is there any way for me to see my family again, I would give anything for it!"

The girl stopped and shook her head.

"Magic can't really bring the dead back to life. Even if I wake them up, it won't be Aunt Tris and Will anymore."

Henry seemed to have lost all his strength, and fell on the leather chair, his face turning gray.

"But I can give you a dream. At least you will see them in your sleep tonight."

Henry's body trembled. He took a deep breath, grabbed the armrest and sat up. The middle-aged man's voice became a little hoarse.

"That's it...thanks."

The girl nodded, and her figure disappeared into the darkness that could not be illuminated by gas lamps, as if she had never appeared before.

Henry closed his eyes, he couldn't wait to fall asleep now, but at the same time felt very scared, worried that the conversation just now was just his own fantasy.

-

Outside the mansion, three young people walked side by side on the dimly lit street.

"Am I acting like it?"

The puppet rubbed its face, and its expression quickly returned to its usual expression.

"Not polite enough."

"generally."

The other two felt awkward for a while, and replied perfunctorily.

Chapter 13 old photos