Shadow Apostle

"Outside the number, out of the number, the gas pipeline exploded again, the gas pipeline exploded on Yuanxing Street in Cross District, the fourth pipeline explosion this month."

"Extra, extra, sociologist Leonardo severely criticized municipal facilities for cutting corners and disregarding citizens' lives."

"Extra, extra, the city government has decided to allocate five hundred gold Georges to the Craftsman's Hall for the maintenance of gas pipelines and sewers throughout the city."

The figures of newsboys running barefoot appeared in every corner of the city.

The steaming newspapers were spread in all directions.

The people who created these newspapers were surrounding a circle of police cordons on the streets of the Cross District, setting up heavy cameras and letting the spotlights flash.

Not far behind the cordon was a huge cave-in.

Gas pipes, steam pipes, water pipes, steam engine rooms.

Plus there are sewers everywhere.

The underground of Mingyue City has been riddled with holes.

Therefore, when the gas cylinder exploded in the sewer more than 20 meters deep underground, several areas in the cross area collapsed.

"Ding-dong, ding-dong."

Several carriages painted white sped over and rushed into the cordon. The carriages were hung with a huge two-headed snake emblem, which was the holy emblem of Fiona, the Lord of Suffering and Pain, and also the Mingyue City Central Hospital. The uniform sign of rescue vehicles. Once the Holy Emblem is hoisted, even the arrival of King Rudolf III of Nordland must give way.

"Quick, quick."

From time to time, running men in white robes rushed onto the carriage carrying a stretcher. The carriage immediately started and quickly left carrying the wounded.

Although there are no fatalities in the collapse accident yet, it has indirectly caused many injuries, many of which are still buried underground in the collapse.

Once again, senior officials from the Hall of Justice rushed to the scene of the accident as soon as possible without fear of danger, and warmly expressed condolences to the injured people.

But there were also some inexplicable people following us, including an old lady in a wheelchair.

Now this old lady in a wheelchair was sitting in the police center in the square in front of the Cross District station with a few middle-aged people in gorgeous clothes. Sitting opposite them were the four Horst people who had just experienced the explosion.

They are not buried underground.

As the center of the explosion, the sewer section did not collapse.

But after listening to Monica's report, the first thing Mrs. K asked was, how did you survive such a violent explosion?

In fact, this is also a question that Monica has always wanted to ask.

At that time, two high-pressure gas cylinders joined forces, and Roshan was directly blown into minced meat, completely losing its vitality.

Most of the rats on the ground were killed by the explosion, and the rest seemed to have finally woken up. They screamed and got into the wall at a faster speed than when they came, and escaped without a trace.

Due to the corner as a support, the three watchmen were almost unharmed, but were blown away by the shock wave.

Monica shook off the dirt all over her body in a daze, and her face turned blue when she regained consciousness.

His fists were clenched, his whole body was shaking, and there seemed to be an incomprehensible depression in his chest.

Horst.

The exhibitionist guy was still at the center of the blast.

The meat mountain was blown to pieces, this guy...

Monica felt her eyes heat up.

Just when her eye circles turned slightly red, the smoke dissipated and she saw someone.

The man was photographed on the corner wall like a portrait, then slowly slid down like mud.

As a result, the red muscles in the corners of his eyes began to tremble, and the tears that had appeared shrank back.

Monica looked at the guy who was holding on to the wall and trying to stand up, and suddenly she couldn't feel sad anymore.

Whether it was then or later, there was only one question in my mind.

How did this guy survive?

With such a big explosion, it would be fine if he didn't die. The only injury was that he was slapped against the wall and had a nosebleed.

This is too disrespectful to the broken meat mountain.

But think about it, this guy has gone through forty mysterious events in the past year without dying.

Forget it, it’s not bad this time.

No matter why, it's good that he didn't die.

Horst is really not dead.

In order to save dozens of pounds of beef, he immediately hid in the shadows at the moment of the explosion.

But the flash of the explosion directly eliminated the shadow in which he was hiding, and he was ejected from the shadow.

Fortunately, the shock wave of the explosion had passed by at this time, and he was just thrown away by the aftermath, flying more than 20 meters away and hit the wall at the corner.

It is estimated that a few ribs were broken, but only a few fractures, and it will be fine if you take a few breaths.

"I see, then congratulations to you." Mrs. K nodded casually, "These gentlemen represent His Excellency the Marquis today. I won't introduce their specific identities. They just listen and don't ask, so you don't need to pay attention to them. Did you just say that you have obtained evidence that the cultists planned this conspiracy?"

Horst pushed the statue out.

The statue at this time looks like an ordinary statue, but its shape is very strange and creepy.

K leaned back subconsciously.

"This is the statue of the evil god of Tsathogya. The fact that such a huge statue was not damaged by the explosion is enough to prove its authenticity. But you just took it over?"

"Huh? Otherwise."

K shook his head, took out a strange small box from under the wheelchair, and carefully put the statue in it.

"If a mortal directly touches its evil statue, it will attract the gaze of Tsathogya and establish a strong connection with it."

"I won't be weak if I don't touch the relationship." Horst shrugged and said self-deprecatingly, "Besides, this is not the first time it has stared at me."

K glanced at him with a subtle smile: "This thing will be confiscated first."

Horst took out a Mira and rubbed it vigorously in his hand.

"In order to reward law-abiding citizens for their enthusiastic surrender of dangerous goods, the Justice Department decided to reward the citizen with five lukars and a medal of justice."

Horst reached for the box.

"Mr. Horst Drom, your letter has just been delivered."

Mrs. K held the box, smiled kindly, took out a large paper bag and handed it to Horst:

"Expedited letter shipped by Bayaki."

"What?" Horst almost threw the paper bag in his hand on the ground.

"The last time you came to the bureau, I didn't have time to explain it to you in detail." K said with a smile, "Bayaki shuttles between the fantasy world and the real world, and has always been the messenger of the masters. Some people in the real world occasionally call them for transportation. Some special items. There is a price to pay, but the speed is definitely guaranteed. I think you don’t mind receiving them earlier.”

"In other words, I shot down someone else's carrier pigeon two days ago?" Horst frowned, "Will there be a carrier pigeon that just happened to pass through Mingyue City?"

"It's hard to judge now." K's smile seemed to be hiding a needle, "But this kind of summoning ritual will always leave some traces in the mysterious world, and one day it will be exposed."

Horst nodded and opened the paper bag.

There was a thick stack of documents, and the top one had something like a business license printed on it.

Horst tapped the document, showed a satisfied smile, and picked up a separate piece of paper: "What is this?"

"Mr. Horst Drom, you don't think that a member of the royal family will count out ten Georges and hand them to you on the spot."

It looks like something like a check.

Horst's movements immediately became very light, as gentle as stroking a baby's hand. He put the check for ten Georges back into the paper bag, resealed it, then squinted with a half-smile and said: "If I remember correctly , these should all belong to me.”

"But there is also a dangerous goods certification in it. I think you may need this as you run around with a revolver all day long, so I got it together. What do you think?"

"As a law-abiding citizen of Mingyue City, it is my responsibility to voluntarily hand over dangerous goods. Where can I get the five Lucca and the medal?"

"Haha, what an outstanding young man." K suddenly stopped smiling and explained, "The evil statue is of no use to anyone except its cultists, and even if you don't care about it yourself, you should consider giving it to those around you. It brings huge risks to everyone. The key is that you have no way to destroy it. We will collect such items and send them to the temple for destruction. Only by borrowing the power of the gods can we destroy the evil statue of the Lord."

Horst nodded and pushed the small box completely towards K's direction.

"Then, it's time to talk about business." K put away the box and asked, "Besides confirming the direct murderer, did you find anything else?"

"According to my judgment, the human-faced rat priests should not have done these things of their own will, but were entrusted by others."

Horst said seriously:

"At that time, I heard them mention 'that Your Excellency', and also mentioned the 'finished product', saying that they would put the finished product at No. 42, and also said that Your Excellency would be satisfied with a certain effect. I feel that such a big detour has been made. Circle, I’m afraid I’m not talking about simply offering sacrifices to Tsathogya.”

K narrowed his eyes and thought, and finally nodded slowly.

"So, I found this on it."

With that said, Horst opened the cloth robe that the human-faced mouse had taken off.

There were a bunch of strange bits and pieces inside, such as smelly leaves, colored glass pieces, bark with runes painted on it, etc. In addition, there was a glass bead that seemed to be wrapped in a twisted cloud. The clouds and mist inside are constantly twisting and circling, carrying a strange power. Once you look at it for a long time, it feels like your whole body will be sucked in.

Mrs. K observed the glass ball with interest for a while, smiled meaningfully, and pointed at the glass ball: "This was also found in the human-faced mouse?"

"Yes, what?"

"This is a good thing. You can ask Marvin for details. I don't know."

As he said that, he picked up the stack of paper handed over by Horst.

That is the city map of Mingyue City.

There were many circles drawn on it, with numbers written next to them, and the number sixty-four was drawn in total.

"I took this." Mrs. K's smile disappeared and her face darkened, "I will give you a copy. This should be what the manipulator behind the scenes gave to Wormis. I invited professional mystical scholars to analyze it. Maybe you can see the other party’s purpose.”

"Mr. William No. 42 is my friend. I hope to disturb him as little as possible."

Mrs. K. nodded.

"In addition, I found money and a name at Mr. William's house, Mick Dunn. I hope you can check his information through the channels of the Hall of Justice. I suspect that he is probably related to the person behind the Man-Faced Rat. People are related, isn’t what you want is to find this person’s identity and purpose?”

"And this twenty-luka coin. I spent twenty-luka in exchange for the clue. I need to be reimbursed."

"Okay, this is a reasonable expense. Let Monica apply for it tomorrow and I will sign it." Mrs. K asked doubtfully, "But what are you going to do with it? Find out the person behind it?" This kind of deep connection may be difficult to trace.”

"Just reimburse me. I have an idea. I can try it out in two days."

With that said, Horst put away the coins, put on his hat and stood up:

"If there is nothing else, I will leave first. I hope the journalists outside will not cause me too much trouble."

"Thank you, Mr. Zhuom." Mrs. K said with a smile, "Now that the human-faced rats and their idols have been dealt with by you, the most pressing issue of sacrifice to evil gods has been solved, you can have a good rest for a few days, but the murderer behind the scenes You still need to continue to worry about this project. In addition, I will ask Monica to inform you about the B-235 issue once it is ready."

Horst turned his back and raised his hat as a farewell, and walked out of the police hall without looking back.

Then he walked faster and faster.

He was a little anxious.

Because ever since Beef Soup swallowed the statue, he has been feeling weird.

Something seems to be happening.

It must be confirmed as soon as possible, otherwise it will be troublesome if it comes out.

Touching his stomach, Horst hurried to his apartment.

Yesterday around 10 o'clock, Chapter 96 was revised. The plot has not changed at all. It will have no impact if you don't read the revised version. However, the overall reading experience will be slightly improved after the modification. Friends who are interested can check it out.