Shadow Apostle

But there are also people who go in the opposite direction.

Wearing a blue trench coat, Monica held a sword and dragged a long shadow as she walked backwards all the way to the blocked guard post.

Just as the man in blue uniform was about to block the order to go around, he saw Monica's uniform and badge and immediately waved his hand outside to signal passage.

"Why are you on duty so quickly? Which officer of the Hall of Justice gave the order? And why is there no one to maintain order?"

"Director, besides the Director who loves to cause trouble to others, who else would give such a stupid and shameless order?"

The man in blue uniform made a disdainful sound and waved his hands angrily.

"This is an order personally issued by the director, saying that people must not be driven away or suppressed, and that people must be given a space to vent their emotions. What a bullshit space. I think these bitches are crazy. Go and do your business, sir. We still have to act like blue dogs for the Director, it’s really ****..."

Monica nodded gloomily, strode out of the blockade, and walked into the crowded and chaotic street next door.

"The director is also a militant?"

As soon as Monica left the blockade, there was someone else beside her.

Horst lowered the brim of his hat and raised the collar of his windbreaker to cover his face. He had just carried the princess on stage and had shown his face in public.

"I don't know." Monica shook her head vigorously, "I have never cared about these things. I only know that the director and the mayor are very close."

After exiting the blockade, it was the street that the two people outside had passed just now.

Lilac Avenue.

As soon as I walked out, I saw a small airship floating twenty or thirty meters in the sky.

In the pod under the air bag, several men in blue uniforms pointed their rifles downward, always on alert.

Several boiler carriages of the same model as those used by the military were parked at the street entrance, with black smoke billowing from the chimneys of the carriages.

There was a policeman in blue uniform standing every few meters on the roadside, and he was lined up in a line facing the crowd along Lilac Avenue with tight security.

In the corridor of the building behind them, several strong men with ferocious metal steam gloves on their hands patrolled back and forth in the shadows.

Once anyone tries to get close to a building on the street, they will be immediately driven away using the most brutal means.

Yet they remained blind to the chaos on the streets.

The streets were also in chaos.

As more and more people gathered at the checkpoint, the crowd involuntarily stopped and stopped to watch outside the warning line at the street entrance. Two large four-wheel buses were blocked in the street and could not move forward or retreat. The passengers in the carriages They are all looking around.

The streets were tightly blocked, but there were no police to guide them.

It's like deliberately allowing congestion to make people more angry.

As a result, more and more people were wandering around with angry faces.

"War, war."

Excited shouts could be heard faintly from the blockade.

"War, war."

Some of the angry crowd on Lilac Street were inspired, waving their fists and roaring with excitement.

"What's wrong, what's wrong, what happened?"

"Over there, look over there, there are a lot of police."

"I'm going to be late for work, and the factory owner will deduct three days of my salary. Please give in."

"Wow, wow, mom, mom..."

"Sasha, Sasha, where are you?"

"It's getting more and more chaotic. If we don't control it, something big will happen."

Monica roughly pushed away a few passers-by who were blocking the road, kicked away a strong man who was shouting slogans and pushing in the crowd, and threw the little girl who was pushed down by the strong man by the back of her collar to an anxious woman nearby. , and finally stepped on the strong man who was kicked away and forced a way through Lilac Street to the opposite side:

"What did you have in mind just now?"

Like a cat, Horst followed Monica who was rushing like a steam locomotive.

There are a lot fewer people here, and there are two groups of people in blue uniforms and steam gloves standing guard on the street, maintaining the most basic order.

Relying on Monica's uniform and badge, the two of them successfully passed through the cordon of blue uniforms and entered the walking path in front of the building. They avoided several steam gloves patrolling here and breathed a sigh of relief. .

I feel even more tired than yesterday when I went into the sewer to collect the human-faced rat.

"Yes, I have an idea. What George said is wrong. It cannot be a mysterious item."

Horst looked around at the closed shops and companies around him, searching quickly:

"Because I have no sense at all. If I am within the range of the mysterious item now, with my damn spiritual sense, there will definitely be a reaction."

"Um."

"So, unless I believe that these people's reactions are natural reactions, the other party must have taken other approaches."

"Ah~~~"

He only stayed there for more than ten seconds before a scream came from beside him.

A woman was pushed to the ground, but thanks to Monica's quick hands, she was able to pull her up.

But the people around him didn't pay attention at all and squeezed towards the blocked street entrance.

"Evil Novikins, kill them."

"War, give them war."

More and more people on the street showed fanatical expressions and began to spontaneously gather at the blocked street.

Hundreds of people, thousands of people, whether they were in formal attire or in rags, all waved their hands and chanted slogans enthusiastically. Even some police officers who maintained order joined in, mingling with the crowd with a fanatical look on their faces.

"There's absolutely no way it's a natural reaction."

Monica watched the woman who was dragged up, regardless of her messy clothes and even the veil falling off, merge into the crowd with the same excitement, as if there were discounted products in front, she clenched her fists and said:

"If it's not a mysterious object, what's the most likely possibility?"

"It doesn't matter what he is. What's important is that I know a person is very suspicious, so I came out just to find him."

"Um?"

Horst was still looking around all the time, and had already looked around: "If a person with a reward on his back appeared openly and openly around the Hall of Justice in a bus early in the morning, is it reasonable? "

"Are you talking about Isabella Naveen?"

Monica pushed away a few police officers who were squeezing over, and more and more police officers joined the enthusiastic crowd.

"Well, not only were you around, but you were also drinking coffee at roadside cafes frequented by the surrounding police. You even waved cheerfully at me through the window. Is this normal?"

Monica's lips moved, but finally she shook her head: "Do you suspect that she is planning it behind the scenes?"

"Not necessarily, but her appearance is too coincidental, and she happened to choose the best location to monitor over there. Do you believe in coincidences in the mysterious world? I don't believe it."

"I don't believe it either."

Before she finished speaking, Monica had already kicked open the door of the cafe.

The two of them rushed in side by side.

The cafe was already deserted.

Even the yawning waiter had gone out to join the crowd of onlookers.

If you look carefully, it's almost as it was when the two left.

The two of them quickly looked around and then came to the seat where they were just now. Horst recalled for a moment and stretched out his hand...

Pressed on the chair.

It was the chair that Ms. Naveen sat on just now, and the other one that Monica sat on later.

Holding the chair with one hand and raising the cane with the other, he drew complex lines around him following his memory.

The mystery in the soul seemed to be extracted, and slowly poured into the ground with the cane.

After sketching the last stroke, Horst shook out the tattered pocket watch and let it hang in the palm of his hand.

Close your eyes and try to recall every detail you know about this person in your mind.

Breathe, breathe, breathe, breathe.

Empty your heart and let consciousness and mystery blend together.

Feel the rhythm from the mystery and listen to the guidance from the mystery.

gradually……

boom.

A loud bang came from outside the cafe.

Then a cloud of white mist floated into the air.

It's like someone's small steam engine exploded.

The group outside was silent for a moment, and then burst into screams.

The slogans got louder.

"It was gunfire, it was gunshot. It must have been fired by Novikins' spies. They wanted to scare us."

"We Nordlanders cannot be scared. Long live the Kingdom of Nordland."

"Long live the royal family."

"We must unite and go to the Lord's Mansion to petition."

"Yes, petition, let the lord know our will, we will fight back."

"The whole city must be mobilized."

"right!"

Monica pursed her lips and clenched her fists tighter.

Even if you don’t need much knowledge, you can still feel the seriousness of the problem.

A storm is about to break out across the city.

But Monica still took a deep breath and gritted her teeth without saying a word.

He just held the sword and quietly stood by Horst's side.

Watching the pendulum of the pocket watch drop from the palm of your hand.

Quiet and motionless.

Horst closed his eyes and moved his lips.

If you look carefully, you can see that she is reciting Ms. Naven's information.

Very little information.

The chaos in my ears became louder and louder, and the calls became more and more intense, as if the controller inside just gave a call and everyone would follow.

But Horst still closed his eyes tightly and chanted over and over again.

Once, twice, three times...

Monica had held her breath, and suddenly...

There was another burst of shouting outside.

The pocket watch moved.

Try to practice creating a tense atmosphere and increasing the tension. Take your time and practice slowly.