A subjugated princess will never die a vagabond

"What is Praise Church?" Cloris felt a headache.

She really didn't want to peek at the ghoul's memory up close.The filth on his body seems to have soaked in a septic tank for a century, and his memory must be ten thousand times more stinky than itself!

If you can manipulate the soul, you can directly force this evil thing to explain in more detail!

"I don't know, they hide very tightly. If it weren't for a strange man who asked us to be vigilant, we might not have found these cultists!" He murmured, "It's too scary, it's so scary..."

"In other words, you escaped without knowing what happened?"

"Yes, it is……"

"Then you are useless."

Cloris sneered, and a dense net rose from the ground, about to crush the ghouls.

However, Gundolei suddenly let out a strange howl, and he struggled to break off one of his bound legs. The liquid sac in his abdomen burst out with green and poisonous radiation, and Cloris, whose inspiration came one step ahead of the crisis, immediately entered the shadows. Straight back to 20 meters away!

The ghoul's limbs swelled with the force of the rotten poison, and he jumped more than ten meters away in an instant, dragging the foul-smelling blood and venom to escape in embarrassment.

"Who!" The vigilant cemetery keeper replaced his staff with a shotgun. He carried an oil lamp and did not immediately enter the cemetery, but instead used an unconscious spirit to inspect it.

Cloris cursed secretly for trouble, and finally gave up chasing the ghoul. She appeared behind the grave guard, who just turned his head when there was a "bang" in front of him.

After covering up the excess ectoplasm, Cloris dragged the gravekeeper into the cemetery.

The mystery of the other party is very weak, only to the extent of transplanting a dangerous [Night Watchman] characteristic. After implanting the false memory made by the ghoul into the dream of the grave watcher, the girl summoned dozens of expendable large puppets to start Digging a grave with bare hands!

Even if the police could eventually investigate her, but before she thoroughly investigated the slave trade case, she had to plant the blame on the ghoul first.

Apologizing again in her heart, Cloris pried open Mrs. Obst's coffin board.

The corpse had long since rotted into dry bones, and a thin layer of skin was still attached to the skeleton. She was wearing the gorgeous clothes she had when she was alive, exuding the radiance of jewels, and her appearance was compelling.

"There are no unique burial objects," Cloris murmured to herself, "and there are no traces left... No."

This body is too empty.Empty to the point that there are no remnants of soul fragments—as soon as possible, most people’s souls will dissolve into the most primitive spirit matter and return to the spirit world with the withering of the body, but some of them will remain in reality after all, depending on the deceased’s understanding of reality during his lifetime. obsession.

Cloris opened the back of the corpse, inspected every texture of the skin, and finally found obvious signs of surgery from the back of the skull to the spine.

Ordinary people don't need such horrible cuts and scars. Such ugly marks usually come from the spiritual vein transplantation of those who are not skilled in learning.

Who erased her traces?

Cloris focused on perceiving the corpse, and finally noticed a ray of memory in traces of spirit matter weaker than mayflies——

A woman, a woman in rags, her frightened expression stopped abruptly.

The woman was not anyone the girl knew, but she wore the same gold earrings as Madame Obst.

"Vivienne, can you perceive something?" Cloris called out the planner to breathe.

"Well..." The spirit body of the pocket plan landed on Cloris's shoulder, and she immediately stared at the mess on the ground and said in surprise, "You, master, why are you so disgraced that you dug up other people's coffins?! Oh, hers Why did you take off your clothes!"

The seemingly innocent and extremely submissive tone is actually planning to try to ridicule Cloris.But it doesn't make much sense, and its aggressiveness is not much harder than cotton.

She scolded grave robbers and necrophilia with all her heart, but she didn't have the slightest straightforwardness and toughness when she said it.

"Snapped!"

Cloris slapped the pocket spirit body to the grave: "I'm in a hurry."

At the same time, several puppets also dug up Talia Obst's grave——

A completely carbonized, twisted and curled woman's skeleton.

543. Eagle Court

The woman's carbonized skeleton was stiff and cold, and Cloris seemed to be able to see her burning pain when she was alive.But like Mrs. Obst, this corpse did not show a strong psychic quality.

The long-standing memory has been hidden deep in the gap between the material world and the spiritual world, and only the more skilled transcendent can find it.

Cloris asked: "According to the memory of the administrator, more than a hundred people died in that fire, and some corpses were even piled together. How did they identify Talia Obst?"

"In this kind of metropolis, the staff of the funeral home usually have necromancers as standard." Planning crawled out of the soil, and glanced at the night watchman who was knocked unconscious by the girl, "Even if there is no psychic remnant, they can The traces of the deceased are summoned from the spirit world through the natural connection of the bones, of course..." She pointed to the bracelet on the corpse's wrist, "It may also be a special decoration."

"Have you found anything?"

"No, they are quite 'clean'," the planner thought, "What are their identities?"

Cloris narrated it briefly.Afterwards, the curator stretched out the dough-like Xingyuan in her hand, looked at the sky in the night sky, and began to rub the stars.

The girl couldn't help asking: "How did you perform divination?"

"'Destiny' is a harbinger of all possibilities, and 'prophecy' is a harbinger that anchors our needs," said the planner, "The Church of the Stars believes that everyone can find the star corresponding to themselves in the starry sky, and the stars among the stars The role reflects the possibility of their impending occurrence. The sun revolves around the sun, the sun also revolves around the galaxy, and there are galaxies outside the galaxy. The possibility of each person's fate is always expanding, and there is more than one star that can represent it. Therefore I need to choose a specific known star position to calculate at a specific moment."

"Can you?"

"Galaxy energy," the planner's aggrieved voice is mixed with secret hatred, "my symbol has been favored by the galaxy, master."

"I have been favored before, but I can't." Cloris complained.

"Because your characteristics do not involve fate..." the planner hastily changed the subject, boasting, "The more mysterious the causal relationship will be, the more complicated the causal relationship will be, and the more grand the narrative, the more difficult it is to divination. In my realm , it is easy to make mistakes on the master."

"Get down to business!" Cloris smiled slightly, "Sycophant!"

"Oh," the Nebula in the planner's hand suddenly dissipated, she said, "The two dead bodies don't seem to have a deep connection, master, are you sure they are mother and daughter?"

"Maybe it's not her own." Cloris frowned.

"But as long as they get along intimately, they will definitely leave traces of fate!"

"Could it be..." Cloris speculated, "Your level is too low?"

The planner said uncertainly: "Maybe? Maybe it's the dream prison that restrains my strength, or the master will release me..."

Before she finished speaking, Cloris pinched her cheeks and picked up her spirit body: "Huh?"

"I don't know how to be crazy," she begged for mercy as the messages sent by the planning spirit body were somewhat distorted, "I know it's time to stop the demons, stop people!"

Behind the planner emerged a magnificent dreamy, galaxy-coiled small door, inside which flashed several small gears that meshed with each other. With the sound of rattling, Cloris faintly saw a few strands of silk thread rising from the objects of the two corpses. up, twisted into the turning gears.

It was written inside the door: There has never been a foolproof crime in this world, and the person who erased the traces suddenly recalled that she might have left some omissions...

"Borrow the gem and use it, master."

Cloris handed the necklace up, and a strand of new silk was involved.

The door continues to write: Obst’s jewelry still has a very faint memory of a female slave. The criminal is obviously related to the slave trade case. It wants to cover up something, but it hasn’t wiped it out——Yoselin, and her ruby ​​​​necklace, It means that everything is not over.

The planning spirit body trembled violently, as if it was difficult to maintain, but her face showed joy: the criminals noticed that the surveillance it left on Obost's tombstone was broken, and the recent news woke it up. The incident of the star has long been known, and the necklace embellished with Ucelin in the newspaper will become its failure!

After a long sigh of relief, the planner said to Cloris wearily: "When I prophesied, I communicated with the criminal's spirituality. She is still alive and hiding somewhere here."

"she?"

"In Manzhushahua, there are only women there." The planner pointed to the corpse and said, "Obost is involved in the slave trade case, and he must know that person."

"why?"

"Obster's jewelry has obviously been 'washed', but I can still see fragments of a slave girl's victimization in one of them, which may be because the person who 'washed' it couldn't be perfect," said the planner He rolled his eyes, "The ruby ​​has also obviously been 'cleaned', you said it came from Avanka, but I can only see traces of Ucelin... But master, I can't guarantee that my deduction is correct every time, after all I I can only extract ectoplasm memories with relatively deep emotional activities, and many ordinary memories, even if they existed, are as blurred as air, which is not a place I can reach."

Cloris asked: "If I go to Manjusawa now, can you position her more clearly?"

"She is far weaker than me when I was healthy," the planner grinned cruelly, "It may be troublesome to catch a small mouse, but it is still easy to find the mouse nest."

Cloris nodded, and began to pry open the lids of the excavated graves one by one.

"Master, what are you doing?"

"I can't wash the night watchman's memory, and it will take time to restore it. That ghoul left too much venom," Cloris scratched the grave and shook her head. "Although I'm sorry for the dead, But it was done by ghouls, who dug grave after grave to find fresh corpses, confronted the night watchman and knocked him out before escaping. I implanted relevant memories in the night watchman, although it was hazy like a dream , but considering the brain injury, this can increase the credibility. The ghoul said that he was tacitly allowed to exist by the government, and it is also logical to dare not kill people who have a system."

"..." Although my moral level is not good enough to accuse Cloris of anything, the planner still wants to scold the girl for her shamelessness.

"By the way, Vivienne," Cloris, who was digging the grave, kept her hands in her hands and asked, "What is the Praise Sect?"

"..." After a while of planning silence, he shook his head and said, "I don't know..."

"You should know," Cloris said, "there have been several special mysterious accidents near Gullingdu, and I have been more sensitive to a certain color recently, and the encounter mentioned by the ghoul is similar to those accidents." There are similarities." Seeing that the planner was silent, the girl looked coldly and said in a sighing voice, "It's common people, right? But I don't understand, why would he do that? I thought you were a good dog, Vivian... ..."

"Vivian is just remembering," the planner's spirit body trembled for a moment, as if she foreshadowed some terrible punishment, she hurriedly said, "Vivian remembered, the teacher seemed to have mentioned the common life to Vivian. A flaw!"

The girl squinted her eyes and smiled like a crescent moon: "Let's hear it."

"In order to go further, he reshaped the symbol under the suggestion of the teacher and created his own complete divinity, [common people]!" The planner hurriedly said, "But after the death of the leader, the teacher did not fulfill the promise to the common people. There is no calamity chart to balance the divinity. The more lives the common people tolerate, the greater the risk of him being assimilated. Therefore, whenever the common people go to a place, they need the believers of the Praise Sect to actively dedicate their souls to solidify their self-impression for him, but What he does is usually very secretive, and he will not over-expand the scale of the worship sect, once the sect is destroyed, he is like a lost person who has lost the guidance of the lighthouse on the sea."

"Would that kill him?" Cloris asked.

"How is it possible!" the planner shook his head and said, "The three caves of the cunning rabbit. Besides, even if he loses all the lighthouses, his self-will will not be destroyed so easily."

"There is another question. Why was the leader of the disaster chart betrayed by the vice-chairmen?"

"The teacher didn't tell me, but Vivienne can guess some..." Vivienne said cautiously, "Just like the plague created by the common people in the Aziica Empire, the vice chairmen need to inject a huge disaster to make the omen Ji Tu is complete, and the death of the leader may be in response to the teacher's 'betrayal'."

……

While Cloris was digging the grave, Carlosson had made quick visits to several of the Eagle Court victims.The burly man is already skinny, the modest and educated man is addicted to the sea, and the delicate and white boy in the photo of the rescued person is also mature with a mustache, and his eyes always reveal the melancholy of sinking into the barriers.

However, Carlosson did not obtain any useful information from these people.The events of that year have been long enough, and the scars of being enslaved have long been forgotten. Even after Carolson tore the wounds for them, he finally chose to use the hypnosis of incense mist to seal this memory.

His hypnotic technique is terrible, but it is enough for ordinary people.

"Sensory Depth."

Standing in front of a gothic, dark and ostentatious city wall, Carlosson clenched the cigarette holder between his teeth, and read the plaque on the city gate fiercely.

Thinking of Cloris' description, Carlos would rather go to the Garden of the Eagle to have a drink or two, rather than set foot in such a place.

"This gentleman," the guard in front of the door stopped Caroson, "we do not accept outsiders here."

"Fu," Carlosson held the cigarette holder between his fingers, spit the smoke on the guard's face, took out a stack of banknotes from his coat, and patted his tough face humiliatingly, "Is your threshold made of gold or not?" It's made of silver, why, I need a qualification certificate to buy it?"

The guards looked at each other, then at Carlosson, a thin, shadowy man who looked overly lustful, probably as empty as those drug addicts, but he was undoubtedly rich, very rich.

"It's like this, sir," the guard hurriedly explained, "Because there are always curious guests who suffer from insanity and even die of heart failure at our place, so the 'Deep Senses' adopts a member recommendation system. At the same time, considering the objects we are here These are rare creatures, so you need to sign a liability release agreement-including prohibiting the theft of organs after anesthetizing 'dolls'."

"You really have so many perverts here?"

"Uh," the guard was dressed in a prosthetic body armor, burly and majestic, but he still looked shy and embarrassed when facing Carlosson's question, he replied, "Our guests here are indeed more tolerant than outsiders."

"What if I just want to watch?"

"Actually, most of our guests are like this. We have normal escorts, and we also provide extreme performances," the guard stared at the money on his face, and explained patiently, "You can play with us the most tender and stunning young man, and you can also play with us." Experience the taste of conquering beasts..."

"Not bad." Carlosson laughed and waved his hand, and the banknotes scattered on the ground. He ordered, "I'm going in now to see if you are as good as the rumors!"

The guard winked at the man in leather and leather shoes not far away, who immediately walked up with a smile on his face, and said to Carloson earnestly, "I heard that you want to experience the service of 'Deep Senses'? I can be your referral." people!"

Carlosson yawned lazily and said, "I'm not interested in a mediocre hawk like you, neither slender nor muscular..."

"No, no, no, I'm also a consumer, and I just want to make friends with you," he shook his head hastily, "It's just that it's not a small fee to pay for referrals..."

"Singing oboe, am I right?" Caroson glared at him immediately, fanning the opponent dizzy with a stack of papers, he strode in, but the guards didn't stop him, "Lead the way!"

That's a deal done.

Compared with places that entertain people with sex, the town of "Deep Senses" is like an exhibition garden for viewing abnormal creatures. Most of the attendants hugged by the guests are healthy men, whether they are slim, well-proportioned, or strong. Pointing at the creatures in the guardrail, throwing chips and laughing at the gigantic performer galloping on the big octopus.

Carlosson's [Echo Secret Vine] smelled more than one kind of medicine. Apart from medical use, those medicines are usually the favorite of addicts.

"How do you feel?" The referrer rubbed his hands in a humble manner.

"As long as I throw money, will those people start performing?"

"That's right, our place is an absolutely formal place, and the staff have been mysteriously specialized and transformed, so they are safe and sound."

The referrer does not behave like a consumer at all, but is a trustee of attractive consumption.It's no wonder that Carlosson scolded these people for singing double reeds, he had already seen it.

"Let's have an elegant performance," Carlosson shook his head and said to the rows of imprisoned and naked sea-smelling mermaids on the street. His purpose was to contact the manager here, "I heard that your A few enchantresses are quite interesting." At this time, he pointed to the big poster hanging in the middle of the two street lamps, and said, "I want him tonight."

On the poster is a scarlet-blooded man with robes that open up to the navel, with broad shoulders and a broad back, fit and flirtatious.

"Red Maple Fairy Shengyan!" The referrer laughed, "He is a well-known dancer here, and it's no exaggeration to say that Chun Xiao is worth a thousand dollars a night... Moreover, he is also one of the people in charge of the Deep Senses!"

"Go and see."

Listening to the masculine shouts in the exhibition garden, Carlosson simply didn't want to stay here for a moment.

The theater where the performance was performed was located in an open-air clubhouse at the corner of the town. This place was much more normal than the outside. Gothic men with spikes and rings came and went. They screamed and danced like crazy, tearing and scratching each other's flesh and blood. The smell of medicine was endless, and in the center surrounded by people, a blood-red giant snake without skin was coiled at the bottom of the giant well.

depraved.This is the most intuitive word Carloson can think of.

The Land of Pleasure is the soil of corruption, but the deep realm of the senses is more suitable for the breeding of corruption.

This place should be banned.

Staring at the man standing on the snake's head, Carolson felt very strange.