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"Anyway, because the secret party agreement does not allow us to make drastic 'sources' on that thing, staying under the ice cellar means that the symbolic meaning is greater than the actual meaning."

"We have received formal collective resignation from the Japanese branch," said Manstein.

It would be more accurate to call it a book of mass mutiny, and those japs ​​finally did what they had dreamed of for years. Angers scratched his head, "Have you not contacted Caesar's team yet?" "

"No news." Manstein said

"But according to the coordinates of the dragon city and the submarine earthquake that occurred later, maybe the Caesar team detonated the nuclear power cabin below, or used some super weapon installed by the Japanese branch on it, but if this is the case, the disintegrated The chances of survival of the members of the Trieste at the bottom of the sea are not high."

"How much is not high?" Angers asked.

Manstein hesitated for a few seconds: "Norma said no more than 1%."

"This possibility is like walking into a bar blindfolded and groping to sit down. When you take off the blindfold, you suddenly find that there is an Audrey Hepburn-level beauty sitting next to you?" Angers sighed. Parents of students will be furious."

"What's worse is that Norma can't play a role now. The Huiyueji system of Saki Hachijia has built a strict firewall, and Norma can't access the Japanese domestic network." Schneider said

"Losing Norma is like losing our eyes. Even if the Caesar team survives, they will not be able to contact us, and will eventually fall into the hands of the Sheqi Bajia."

"Let Eva do what Norma can't do."

"If Eva's personality is awakened, her authority will even exceed yours." Schneider reminded.

"No problem, Eva is our good girl, and I gave her an attack order. The Snake Hachijia don't want our power to infiltrate Japan, so we must infiltrate."

Angers took out a black card and slid it to Schneider along the table, "Let Manstein ask the vice principal to get the other one. Two black cards and a letter of authorization can wake up Eva."

"What else can the principal ask us to do?" Schneider accepted the card.

"wait."

"Wait?" Schneider was taken aback.

"I'm waiting for Frost. It's been six hours since the Ditrieste exploded, six hours long enough for Frost to fly here from Rome. I've lost their precious heir and have to deal with the students Parents should blame the teacher? I will talk about other things after I finish talking with Frost."

Schneider and Manstein nodded. Although it's not a good thing to say, the parents of Chu Zihang and Lu Mingfei are not worried, and they are most worried about Frost.

The two professors didn't stay long after receiving the instruction, and turned and left the principal's office. After the two left, Ange looked at the night watchman, frowned and said

"Okay, don't you want to say something about these videos, my old friend?"

Angle clicked on the desktop, and the floating light screen projected the image of Wesker being entangled by ouroboros and turning into Turing's school manager, as well as those yellow crystals scattered all over the top of the mountain near the school.

"You know what my real name is." The night watchman sighed

"I know, Nicolas." Angers squinted.

He is not joking, the real name of this guy in front of him is Nicholas Flamel. The famous alchemist in the 14th century is also the prototype of the alchemist with the Philosopher's Stone in Harry Potter.

"What would you think if I told you that I was really that Nicolas?"

"I don't think much about it. At most, I will hit you once you call me a dead old man in the future."

Angers looked indifferent, even though the guy in front of him might be a 700-year-old monster.

Many people think that Angers is the guy who never dies, but this guy in front of him. Angers was like this when he was young, and he was still like this when Angers was old, and now Angers thinks that he may not live long and he still looks like this.

Whether dragon blood can make people survive for seven hundred years is unknown, but Angers knows that the night watchman is an existence with a blood concentration higher than that of any hybrid.

His 'discipline' is so powerful that even the Dragon King can't completely break free. His blood concentration is undoubtedly S-level, but this S-level is only because the evaluation level is only S.

His blood concentration is second only to the level of the four dragon kings. Angers has no doubts about whether this guy can live for seven hundred years.

"It's a pity that you can't beat me." The night watchman sighed.

"My real name is from my famous great-grandfather, yes, Nicolas Flamel was my grandfather. And before that, I was apprenticed to a friend of my great-grandfather's."

"That old man is an old man who has lived for an indeterminate amount of time. There is no doubt about his name after he changed it, but before he changed his name—his name was John Dee."

"John Dee?" Angers frowned. "That 007 prototype?"

"Yes, that's him. The queen's loyal dog, mathematician, astronomer, and navigator, 0 and 0 represent that he is the eye of the queen, and 7 is the mystical symbol that he thinks is most suitable for him."

The night watchman tapped the table lightly with his fingers, and said lightly

"When I met him, that old guy was too old to be old. I don't even know if he is still alive. But according to him, he 'died' once, but he came out of the underworld again Came back up again."

He paused, shook his head and said

"Old friend, I know what you're thinking, but this is not rhetoric, it's a fact, he did 'die' once."

"In the last year of his allegiance to the Queen, he welcomed a guest who traveled across the ocean in the research room of the Tower of London. He was a wanted criminal from the British Empire, and he traveled from England to the unknown 'Country of Gold'. Come back and launch a revenge against him."

"William Adams?" Angers frowned

"He killed my teacher, the Queen's Eye, and then returned to the Kingdom of Gold." The night watchman said indifferently

"But he didn't know that my teacher wasn't dead, or that he was sent 'over there', a never-ending hell. But he was lucky that a surviving 'Edward' kept his body Come down and secretly follow William back to the Kingdom of Gold."

"And what is Edward?" Angers frowned, the night watchman in front of him was like a bad novelist, the more the story was, the more nouns he couldn't understand.

"Listen to me, old friend, listen to my story." The night watchman waved his hand and said softly

"At that time, Neon had entered the end of the Warring States Period. Tokugawa Ieyasu had won a complete victory, only a small number of rebel forces were still stubbornly resisting. There was no war in that country, so there was no 'Spirit Stone', because The shogunate headed by Tokugawa Ieyasu is burying the true history of the Sekigahara War and the Warring States Period”

"Kerry took my teacher's bones and hid in hiding. He couldn't find enough spiritual stones. Just when he was about to despair, he came to a village. There, he had an 'adventure'."

"The end result is that my teacher climbed out of hell again, and at the cost of this, he also abandoned his dream of being loyal to the queen on the day he left Huangquan, and searched for certain 'things' all over the world. I Just one of his students, and he's not a dragonborn, but something else... weird."

"The more you talk, the more confused I feel." Anger scratched his head and sighed

"Like a third-rate novelist, you stuffed me with a bunch of terms that I don't understand at all. What about Lingshi, what is the truth about the battle of Guanyuan, and Huangquan and so on."

"The secrets of this world are not limited to dragons." The night watchman sighed.

"Ange, my old friend. The current situation of Neon is probably not a raging fire, but a lot of explosives. If I were you, I would definitely not go to this muddy water."

"Put these down first." Anger smacked his lips

"Now tell me how old are you?"

"Tch, no younger than you anyway, you coquettish old man!"

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Chapter 67. The Death of Brother Cheng

"When will this rain end?"

Makoto Ito watched the endless rainstorm outside the window complainingly, retreated into the cold bed of his rented room, and turned on his phone in boredom.

His rental house is no different from the rental houses of other boys of the same age. There are some H books, some game discs, takeaway boxes and empty drink cans scattered around.

At first glance, this room does not look like there is any trace of a woman's life.

Of course not, of course there was no sign of a woman's life in this room. Because Ito Makoto hasn't talked about a girlfriend for half a year.

It's unbelievable to say that in high school, the young master Makoto Ito, who was constantly in love with gunfire, seemed to be stripped of some indescribable halo after graduating from high school. up.

But it's normal to think about it, after all, didn't he go to university?

His grades are not good, and he has no desire to study, and in high school, he obviously paid more attention to the Great Harmony Movement that is related to the happiness of his children and grandchildren.

How can a person who has been bombarded all day and is not a genius have any good grades?

It's natural for him not to be admitted to university, but Makoto Ito doesn't care much. He is not a person who has a plan for his future at all, he has no lofty ideals, he only cares about the present, and he pays more attention to whether he is happy now than the beauty of the future.

The turned-on TV played the Taiga drama starring Takayuki Yamada, and from time to time, a snowflake of uncertainty flickered, and the cold TV light illuminated the somewhat dim room.

His eyes were not on the TV, and he hadn't watched a TV show in a long time. Most of the time he turned on the TV just to make the room a little more lively and not so lonely.

The sound of dripping water came from the kitchen, there was a faint sound of knocking from the next room, and there was a small movie-like sound like crying.

Ito Makoto knew that the next room was an otaku, so it was reasonable to watch such a small movie.

Makoto Ito didn't care, he was just looking at his mobile phone boredly, shuttling through various chat groups on the Internet like a ghost, passing the boring time aimlessly.

It's time to go out and find some jobs tomorrow. I'm almost out of money, so I'm too embarrassed to ask my mother for it.

His stomach was a little empty, and he wanted to order takeaway but was reluctant. After turning off his phone, the cold and humid air gave him a headache.

Pressing the fingers on both sides of his temples, the pulsating blood vessels beat with the rhythm of his heart, and every beat would bring a dull pain brewing in his brain.

When people have a headache, they are generally irritable and do not want to do anything when they are irritable.

This dispelled Ito Makoto's idea of ​​going out to eat, and continued to curl up under the blanket, flipping through his phone aimlessly.

The battery of the mobile phone is slowly bottoming out, Ito Makoto doesn't care, he just entered another chat group

"Good evening!"

"What are you talking about?"

As always in the opening remarks, people who habitually wear masks on the Internet maintain superficial social etiquette

"We're talking about the haunted incident a few days ago!"

"I heard that a scumbag got a female student pregnant and then abandoned him. After the female student committed suicide, she came to him to ask for her life."

"Hey, it's so scary!"

One chat bubble after another across the phone screen made Ito Makoto's eyelids twitch slightly. Some bad memories came to his mind, making him subconsciously want to quit the chat group.

But as soon as he left the bed, the damp and cold air made his headache worse. After shrinking back, he still chose to continue diving in this chat group.

The circle of friends sent a selfie photo, a selfie photo with a 'ghost'.

On the screen, the cute girl squatted in front of the rearview mirror of a Rolls-Royce to take a selfie, but there was a pale and expressionless old woman's face reflected in the rearview mirror.

Seeing that it was a damn photo from PS, Makoto Ito smiled and left a section of ‘WWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWW’

A message was pushed on the top of the phone, the bloody murder at St. Juliana Hospital! The attending doctor, Hirasaka, was dismembered in front of the operating table, and his ghost died.

At first glance, it is an eye-catching title party!

Makoto Ito quickly crossed out the message, he himself didn't understand where this incomprehensible anger came from.

This is still to say that there are no ghosts, there are no ghosts at all!

But as if something extraordinary had been triggered, the next moment, Moments, chat groups, and push messages sent him crazy messages of ghosts.

And everyone, every message, uses blood-red to dazzling characters!

"What the hell?" Makoto Ito threw the phone out angrily, panting heavily, his eyes widened with anger

The headache became more severe, and the blood vessels on both sides of the temple throbbed like drums, and the tingling pain made him almost faint.

The 'crying' in the next room was getting louder and louder, and the otaku next door turned up his voice to the extreme, Makoto Ito, who was on the bed next to the wall, could clearly hear the actress screaming.

"Keep your voice down, do you have a sense of public morality!"

The rage that permeated nowhere made Ito Makoto slam his fist hard on the wall, and of course he clenched his fist in pain the next moment. But this one was very effective, and the disturbing voice finally stopped.

But this doesn't seem to ease Makoto Ito's anger.

The blood vessels on both sides of the temple throbbed even more violently, and the intense pain made him want to bang his head against the wall.

The spreading pain made him seem to have an auditory hallucination, and the sound of ticking water seemed to turn into the piercing sound of boiling water in his ears.

The TV screen began to flicker frequently, the snowflake screen, flickering pictures and elongated sound made Takayuki Yamada's handsome face abstract and strange.

A cold feeling wrapped around Ito Makoto's body, it was extremely cold, as if he was in an endlessly cold ice prison. He felt that the room seemed to be stretching, and the space became extremely cold and weird.

Boom boom boom! ! ! Boom boom boom! ! !

There was an extremely hasty knock on the door, and there was no doubt that a rough guest was knocking hard on the door of their house.

Is that the otaku in the next room? A look of panic appeared on Ito Makoto's face. He has the guts to scold people across the wall, but face to face, he can only be refined and easy-going.

"Hold, sorry! I shouldn't have yelled at you just now!"

A cowardly apology does not seem to be able to exchange for forgiveness, the sound of knocking on the door became more urgent and louder, and even the doorknob on the chain was constantly turning.

Makoto Ito was extremely panicked, he picked up the cell phone that he threw out, and screamed loudly

"Stay away from my house, or I'll call the police!!!"

It seemed that this last warning had worked, and the people outside stopped turning their doorknobs.

Makoto Ito, who just breathed a sigh of relief, crawled back into bed, turned on his phone, only to find that the screen had been swiped by Moments.