Red Moon Returns

A strange thing happened to the Temple of Misery.

The incidence of madness has not increased significantly, but the number of patients bitten and scratched has increased significantly.

Moreover, these people were all burly men in their prime, with fierce faces, and each of them looked like they had just killed seventy or eighty people.

The ladies who were treating their wounds were almost frightened to tears.

This made Ms. Nightingale very confused, because according to the previous rules, such people were the least vulnerable to injury. They were more vicious than those crazy patients. It was not certain who would bite whom, but this time a large number of them were like this. Did something happen to the person?

But he didn't say anything when asked, insisting that he was bitten by a madman, and the wounds were real and bloody. It was difficult to get rid of people who came to ask for help. In order to deal with these injured people, even Lynch's training was suspended, and those who The trainers were used, but there was still a backlog of patients in the church hall, which was noisy and made several senior officials of the Tribulation Church worried.

"Ma'am, those people seem to know each other."

"Ma'am, many of them have old injuries."

"Ma'am, it seems some of them are armed."

"Madam, someone announced that Her Royal Highness the Princess will arrive in five minutes."

"Oh, huh?"

Several senior executives realized at the same time that something was wrong.

The princess's visit has indeed been notified in advance, but the specific time has not yet been determined, so it is okay to come now. However, this group of strange injured people appeared just before Her Royal Highness the princess's visit, which is very intriguing.

When representatives of the secular royal power came, the church should show some courtesy out of courtesy, so several high-ranking bishops appeared in the church hall together with Ms. Nightingale, who had a lower position than them.

Only then did Ms. Nightingale realize that Lynch and three other women were there, apparently as a result of the interruption in training.

The scene in the hall is also very interesting. Those healthy injured people are scattered in the hall, everywhere, and the normal injured people are separated. Every one or two injured people will have a special injured person. , these people not only look ferocious, but their eyes are always wandering around, constantly looking at every corner of the hall, or they are looking at other normal injured people around them.

Tap tap tap.

Following the sound of footsteps, a dozen strong men in black quickly walked into the hall.

The church is the territory of the gods. Except for the agents of the gods, that is, the top leaders of the church, no mortal creature is qualified to control it, even if they are representatives of secular imperial power.

Therefore, these strong men in black did not dare to do anything impolite to the people in the church, and they did not dare to clear the place at will without the permission of the church. However, as soon as they came in, they used their bodies to separate a space near the entrance and distributed their positions. They are so clever that anyone who wants to get close will be blocked by them.

Then, seven or eight richly dressed people, led by Duke Wen, walked in surrounded by the two women.

The first one was wearing a traditional Rand court dress and a wide-brimmed tulle hat. Under the hanging veil, her delicate appearance was vaguely visible. She was probably Princess Sophia.

Behind her was a maid, wearing the maid outfit that Lynch had longed for. The black and white color was quite eye-catching, her appearance was dignified, and she was never far away from the princess.

The men in black quickly protected these visitors, and then a large group of reporters rushed in at the door. Heavy cameras were also carried in, taking snaps of the scene in the hall.

The injured had no idea what had happened before, but when they heard the Princess of the Kingdom's personal condolences, they immediately became agitated. Those who could still walk easily stood up and pushed forward, hoping to see Her Royal Highness up close.

Until then, those strange injuries suddenly started to move.

Some of them stayed in sensitive positions, completely blocking the possibility of outside access, while more people rushed faster than the other injured people and had already formed a row around this group of people, completely blocking the approach of other injured people. live.

These people were hurriedly squeezing inward from the outside, but they couldn't squeeze through the strong men at all, and they were tightly blocked. But the strong men in the front row looked happy, as if meeting the princess was a great honor.

"Everyone has suffered. I am here to visit you on behalf of His Majesty."

Her Highness the Princess's voice was a bit shrill, and it quickly spread throughout the hall. While shouting loudly, she stretched out her hand to shake hands with the people in the front row. The people in the back row also wanted to extend their hands, but they were all blocked by the strong men behind them. He couldn't touch Her Highness the Princess at all, so he could only stomp on the spot in a hurry.

"Ah, the princess shook hands with me." Suddenly someone among the strong men burst into tears of joy. He raised his hands and cheered loudly, almost going crazy. This caused other strong men around him to look at him with strange eyes. However, his exaggerated performance also attracted reporters. For a time, countless cameras were focused on this place, recording everything.

Her Royal Highness the Princess visited the Tribulation Church to express condolences to the injured.

Her Royal Highness stands with the people, regardless of each other, and faces the pain together.

Her Royal Highness the Princess had no royal airs and was in close contact with the people. The onlookers cried with joy and everyone shouted long live the King and Long Live Your Highness.

Of course, some reporters occasionally recorded some strange tidbits. If anyone wanted to get close to the crowd, one or two injured people would appear nearby, and they would cleverly squeeze out those who came close.

But what's the point? Such a warm atmosphere has already explained everything. If you can't squeeze in, you can only blame yourself for being stupid. We are all injured. Look at how others can rush around. It's an honor to be able to hear the princess's concern directly from the periphery. You can brag about it in front of relatives and friends for a lifetime. So the resentment of the innocent injuries of the people has long been swept away, and there is jubilation in the church.

"You did this, Mr. Detective." Nightingale walked to Lynch with his men and whispered, "It was you who gave them the idea yesterday to find such a group of people."

"What are you talking about?" Lynch looked confused, "What do you mean by pretending to be injured?"

Nightingale glared at this guy fiercely, too lazy to expose him.

Lynch rubbed his nose, smiled and said nothing, and did not comment.

In fact, this is what he did.

After all, this era has just begun to have the need to show off in front of the media and the public, and those professionals are not very familiar with it. But Lynch is not unfamiliar, and there is no need for film and television dramas. In the previous life, he has seen too many such political shows in reality, which are very necessary for both parties.

It is meaningless to clear the scene as Viscount Moliere said. Not only will it not achieve the goal, but it will also damage the reputation of the princess and the royal family. This aspect has been thoroughly studied in the previous life. The most common method used by various countries is to send people to disguise as interviewees, diluting the density of irrelevant personnel while protecting the target at close range.

The professionals just have no experience, but they get it right away. They immediately sent a lot of professional spies and bodyguards to bite themselves and sneak in. Although not saying hello caused a lot of trouble to the Church of Suffering, the effect was not bad, and it did play a role in avoiding the intensification of conflicts. Therefore, although Ms. Nightingale complained, she was actually quite grateful to him in her heart.

This child is really smart, as if he knows everything, and I don’t know where he learned it.

This is what Ms. Nightingale thought in her heart.

Tap tap tap.

In the lively environment, footsteps sounded from the side. Lynch turned his head and saw that it was the young lady in maid clothes who took the opportunity to slip over.

"Her Royal Highness asked me to thank you, Detective Lynch Leviev. Without your advice, this visit would not have had such a good effect. Hee, it was even better than a real risky visit. Her Royal Highness said that Duke Wayne's evaluation was indeed correct. You are a rare talent in the kingdom. It's a pity that you are a Soul Forsaken, otherwise Her Royal Highness really wants to recruit you to Nolan. She has already recognized the reward from His Excellency the Duke."

"What reward?" Lynch still didn't know what the Duke wanted to do.

"Didn't His Excellency the Duke tell you?" The maid blinked, smiled and shook her head, "Then I can't tell you, Her Royal Highness will blame me. However, you probably won't take it seriously, but it's actually very important to your future..."

"Boom."

Before he finished speaking, a roar sounded from outside.

The church was fine, but the ground shook as if an explosion had occurred.

At the same time, screams came from outside the church.

All those who knew about it had a gloomy face, realizing that what was coming had finally come.