The Final Story of Miss Weird

Seeing that Luo Ling's expression became more serious, Granny Lu also slightly restrained the smile on her face.

Luo Ling hesitated to speak, her face was almost tangled, until Granny Lu looked nervous, she finally asked,

"Where is your company's restroom?"

"...turn right when you go out, and you'll see it."

Old Granny Lu’s wrinkled eyelids twitched.

"Thank you."

Watching Luo Ling's back as he left, Old Lady Lu rubbed her temples.

Did she choke me on purpose?

This little girl is a bit vindictive...

However, in this way, the task that Miss Cen had asked her to do was successfully completed, and her year-end bonus was finally saved.

Now, more important things lie ahead.

"You two," Lu Fangling turned and looked at the two of them. She had lost her kind expression just now. Her slightly bent waist posture did not reduce her dignity as a top-level awakener. "Next, let's talk about...

“About the ‘martyrs’.”

......

Luo Ling did deliberately provoke Granny Lu, but it must be stated here that this was not because she held a grudge, nor because Granny Lu used the "White Witch" incident to scare her, nor because she later said contemptuous words about the "White Witch" in front of her.

However, Luo Ling did want to find a more secluded place.

Because he was not familiar with Victoria, Luo Ling was cautious and decided not to use Puppet Song's ability outside for the time being.

It would be troublesome if we were discovered.

The company office is indeed a good protective shell, shrouded by a barrier. More importantly...even if traces of the use of power are discovered, it will be difficult to track because it is inside the company.

A long silver hair fell down, and then the "kingdom" covered the ground beneath her feet.

In Victoria, the wanted "White Witch" quietly appeared in the heart of the company, and no one knew it, because within the "kingdom" is His kingdom.

As one of the most powerful forces in the world, the only power that can counter it is another power.

"Well... I do have only one apostle, Erza."

Luo Ling sensed her own power, and the only person connected to her was Elsa.

Moreover, she did not designate a proxy.

The so-called agent is an awakened person who walks in the world on behalf of the weird. The difference between an agent and an apostle is that the agent is almost completely equivalent to the weird incarnation, but the agent exercises the weird's authority according to his own will.

In this case, what about the so-called White Witch Apostle?

If the company did not falsify the information, then those photos taken on the scene were indeed taken by Puppet Rumor's ability.

"We can only wait until the commission is executed to see what the situation is..."

Luo Ling felt a little depressed, and he sent out a few spores, which were scattered in the corners of the Wellington office, and lay dormant.

Develop the good habit of always having a backup plan, just in case it comes in handy later.

When she stepped out of the bathroom again, she was a black-haired girl wearing a windbreaker.

Chapter 5: The Sacrificial Lord, Sister and Younger Sister (k)

In the small but tidy apartment, the dim candlelight flickered slightly.

Luo Ling sat at the desk, flipping through several newspapers in her hands, trying to understand this era as much as possible.

Elsa was sleeping soundly on the bed in the back, with cute snoring sounds coming from time to time.

Although it is only a little after nine o'clock, it is already quiet and dark outside the window, as if it is already late at night.

“I’m a little uncomfortable with this…”

Turning his head slightly to look at the quiet night, Luo Ling sighed.

When Elsa was in the hospital before, she was a good girl who went to bed early, but Luo Ling was a former senior high school student, and it was past nine o'clock... and the evening study class had not even ended yet.

In the end, Lu Manqing's widow strategy failed. She burst into tears and claimed that she had lost two lovely daughters.

This is certainly not because Luo Ling and Elsa refused. In fact, Luo Ling had no objection, and Elsa didn't need to say much.

Even though Cen Xiangyun kept complaining that it was too outrageous, it had little to do with her after all, so she couldn't find any reason even if she wanted to stop it.

It was someone from the "company" who came forward and tactfully dispelled Lu Manqing's wishful thinking. The main reason was that this setting was a bit conspicuous. He was originally a foreigner who had smuggled in, which made him even more eye-catching.

In the end, Lu Manqing and Cen Xiangyun formed a group, and Luo Ling and Elsa formed a group. They rented adjacent apartments, and the specific identities were arranged by the company.

By the way, Elsa was actually at the P6 level when her combat capability was evaluated, but considering her age and specific performance, she was given the P5 specialist.

Cen Xiangyun is also P5, while Luo Ling and Lu Manqing are both P4.

"Combined with the information in these newspapers, this is really a chaotic era..."

Luo Ling put down the newspaper, still savoring the memory.

Even though she didn't learn much about world history in high school, she was still very clear about the basic nodes of some major events.

Although the Victoria region is now in 1838, many things that only appeared near the beginning of the th century have appeared. Transportation such as steam trains have become quite complete, and even telephones have appeared, but only a small number of nobles own them.

This is undoubtedly the result of the collapse of boundaries.

How many times did it collapse to stay in such an early period?

"Next, it's time to take a closer look...who is using my name to cause trouble."

There was a gleam in Luo Ling's eyes. She didn't want to bear this blame for no reason, even if the "White Witch" was already a wanted criminal of the highest level.

At this time of day, everyone in the Shuojin District where Luo Ling is located has basically fallen asleep except for the patrolling "lamplighter".

Even in the most prosperous streets of Victoria, the nobles have probably entered the stage of partying every night.

The silver-haired girl appeared in the mirror, and a few spores were scattered.

Elsa seemed to sense something while she was sleeping. She opened her eyes slightly, but closed them again because her eyelids were heavy.

With the help of the spores' vision, Luo Ling roughly detected the aura nearby and focused on several directions, all of which were the places where the tragedy occurred that he had seen in the PPT in the conference room during the day.

"Yes, it is indeed the power of the puppet..."

Luo Ling's heart sank slightly. She clearly sensed that all the free and strange forces emanating from these directions came from her.

It is not a force of resemblance or imitation, but her essence.

The company would not make unfounded judgments casually. The reason why they named these tragedies as the "White Witch" incidents must be that they had conducted careful investigations in advance and then compared the results with those in Jiangcheng County.

At this moment, Luo Ling suddenly felt something. In a trance, she seemed to see someone worshiping her.

His own strength increased a little at this moment, although it was only a slight one, probably not even one percent of the mysterious gaze that "devoured" him during the day.

If Luo Ling was not fully focused at this moment, he would probably have just ignored it.

"who!"

Luo Ling's eyes darkened slightly, and he quickly mobilized the spores and probed in the direction where the perception came from.

About ten kilometers away is a slum consisting of only wooden shanties and dilapidated houses. Hungry refugees are still wandering around here, trying to find something edible from the garbage dump abandoned by the city.

Even if it was just a piece of greasy paper, they would devour it greedily.

The source of this trace of power lies in this slum.

Luo Ling withdrew his gaze from these poor refugees and continued to go deeper.

Finally, she found some signs inside a half-collapsed building that was barely acceptable. It showed that the building had been a glorious church in the past, but some great force had cut off half of the roof, and the rest was in ruins.

One could vaguely hear some low chanting coming from the half-collapsed church.

"Walk your feet into the land of suffering, save the people from the water and fire..."

"All evil deeds will be punished, and all good deeds will be rewarded..."

"..."

religion?

"It seems like some kind of ritual is going on..."

Luo Ling frowned slightly, and the spores penetrated.

In this church, several masked men in black robes were standing on the platform, and there were nearly a hundred people crawling on the ground below, all of them kneeling and bowing their heads in fear.

At this time, the men in black seemed to have noticed something, looked at each other, and one of them stood up and said,

"The Lord has sent down an oracle. He has received the saint's pious sacrifice. His glory will soon be showered on the world. This service is over. Please leave in an orderly manner. There will be Holy Communion at the door."

After the words were spoken, the people all stood up, but they kept their heads down and did not dare to raise them.

With a look of lingering fear on their faces, they slowly retreated to the door, leaving only the men in black in the church.

By the way, Saint...

Luo Ling Spore's perspective moved closer, and she sensed some flesh and blood power surging here, which was slightly connected to her.

When Luo Ling took a closer look, he instantly felt his scalp tingling.

The being known as the "Saint" was being neatly contained in an exquisite coffin beside the monastery, but... her original appearance could no longer be seen.

This was an ordinary person, and Luo Ling recognized him easily.

Her head was placed on top of the coffin, and the rest of her flesh and blood was arranged in order inside the coffin in a way that could be described as anatomical.

This is the saint's pious sacrifice.

Sacrifice of flesh and blood.

It can be seen that these exquisite segmentations took place only recently.

No wonder those people's faces were filled with fear even when they left.

But because they could receive Holy Communion, they kept silent about it.

Luo Ling had seen the painful scenes outside the slums and could understand these people, but that didn't mean he could empathize with them.

“This is a cult…”

More importantly, Luo Ling clearly sensed that the object of this sacrifice... was her.

That’s right, the one these people in black are talking about is the “White Witch”.

Luo Ling was quite familiar with this so-called sacrifice method. She had encountered it in Jiangcheng County and knew about it from the memories of its members.

As for weirdness, this method...can be called "stealing".

"The pioneer of evil..."

Luo Ling never thought that such a thing would happen to her, exchanging a "price" for power.

And she was the one whose power was stolen.

Since the person who was sacrificed was an ordinary person, no matter how special the ordinary person was, it would be difficult for him to compare with the awakened one. Therefore, both the stolen authority and the power that Luo Ling gained were very weak, so weak that she could hardly detect it unless she paid attention all the time.

I am afraid that similar sacrifices have occurred many times in the past few days. This is the "White Witch" incident.

It’s just that because Luo Ling was in the realm of nothingness at the time, it was more difficult for him to perceive these changes.

The spores gently fell on the head of this "saint", and Luo Ling observed a moment of silence for this poor woman.

Regardless, she was indeed the culprit.

At this moment, Luo Ling discovered that the "Saint Girl" still had a faint consciousness left, and her form was about to disappear.

She was silent for a moment, the spore implanting itself into her consciousness.

“Lord, is it you who has come?”

In my mind, there is a grey meadow and a gentle woman kneeling on the ground, seemingly praying devoutly for something.

Even the most beautiful scenery in the consciousness is inevitably covered with a thin layer of gray and stained with heavy sadness.

Luo Ling didn't say anything, and his silver-white shadow gently stroked the woman's hair.

She knew that the woman was not pious and had no faith, and all her prayers were just for more bread the next day.