Mystery: The Lamp God’s Path To Freedom

Hillston, 148 Burningham Road.

Radmilo returned to his residence in embarrassment. MI9 returned all his belongings, maybe he didn't like it.

From being discovered, caught, interrogated, to being released, he felt that it was all like a dream. For a while, it was over, it was dead, and for a while, there was still hope, and he even sat on the familiar living room sofa. He also felt as if he hadn't woken up yet.

He thought he would be shot or become an experimenter of a sealed object, and then died in agony, but he never thought, how could he become an official Beyonder's informant?

Sitting on the sofa at home, he slowly relaxed his tense emotions, felt his spirituality, and regained his agility and freedom.

He relaxed his muscles and collapsed on the sofa, letting his thoughts fly, and starting from scratch to figure out what happened.

The matter I'm investigating must be the big secret of the Loen military. The Extraordinary who will laugh when he catches me should be a demigod, otherwise I won't be caught by him as effortlessly as he catches chickens in his own yard. When they got up, the later interrogators were even more coercive and imposing, and they were all big men.

Just a voyeur, they dispatched a demigod, indicating that they care about the person who investigates this matter, the woman, and they want to catch the woman who issued the mission.

They put me back, definitely not because they found out that I have nothing to do with this woman, they... they should have tried to find the party and lead out that woman through me, so they let me out.

They want me to pretend that nothing happened, go to the party, and then follow me, or directly kill me based on the positioning device I carry? Do you still want me to hand in the task and lead out that woman directly?

what do I do?

His body sank deep into the sofa and lay lazily, motionless.

Time seems to have frozen, only the sunlight through the window and the soft light on the floor are constantly elongated and slanted.

Night falls, and the red moon is in the sky.

Radmilo stood up, found a small conch from a hidden drawer, put it over his ear, and listened carefully.

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Chorwood, Rice Circus.

Bernadette went around the fancy tents that were erected one by one. Some of them were intertwined with various bright colors, painted with mysterious patterns, and some sketched simple graphics, which looked like pies, pastries, and weird shapes. snacks, as well as a variety of drinks on the table at the entrance of the tent.

At this time, there was a performance in the small theater, and there was only one ticket seller sitting on a stool at the door, yawning boredly.

Without buying a ticket, Bernadette dodged in, but the conductor didn't know anything, and yawned again.

The most important reason for Galbion Codo to run this circus is his hobby.

This old man, who is already very old, often wears exaggerated magic robes and a high hat, and performs magical magic on stage.

Galbien was not on the stage today, when there was a group of animals and a trainer with a whip.

Walking into the backstage, I saw an old man with a red face, berating a few clowns:

"Cheer up! Think of more entertaining ways to attract guests, it's always the same old way, and you're tired of watching it!"

"Cindy's Circus has put together a new trick and snatched many of our guests!"

Suddenly, Galbien's voice stopped for a while, and then he quickly ended his lecture, sending everyone to continue outside to solicit guests.

Coming to a separate small room, Bernadette said directly: "Stop the investigation of the previous disappearance incident, all people withdraw as soon as possible, pay attention to the movements of the Witch Sect, and the people of the Gnosis Society, investigate them in Baker. Rand's whereabouts."

Galbien nodded solemnly, and then asked: "What about the task you posted earlier? Do you want to cancel it? No one has come to hand in the task yet."

"Stop that Extraordinary gathering. An Extraordinary might be investigating this matter and was caught by MI9. He was the one at the gathering."

"Then...is there a risk of exposure to the organization, and do you arrange for the relevant people to temporarily withdraw from Backlund?" Galbien said cautiously.

"Well, everyone related to the party should withdraw from Backlund."

After explaining the task, Bernadette disappeared directly.

Galbien sat for a while, changed out of his exaggerated robe, put on a silk formal suit, picked up his cane, and left the circus.

Returning to his residence, Galbien took out a huge conch, which was black as a whole, with the faint sound of the sea wind lingering.

This is a mixture of the extraordinary characteristics of the listener and the extraordinary materials of the sailor and the audience, but the main function is very single. It can erode and assimilate the common conch, causing it to form an occult connection with itself. The user records a sound into the conch, and other conch can hear the sound for a certain period of time.

Galbien injected spirituality into the conch, the surface of the conch sparkled, and the black flow on it seemed to turn into a miniature ocean.

"The Beyonder gathering is suspended for a while."

The slightly old, low voice was sucked in and spit out by the huge black conch, and reverberated in the room over and over again, forming a layered echo.

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After Radmilo returned to his residence, he hadn't gone out for the first few days, but once he appeared in the front hall, he would feel like someone was staring at him secretly.

He sighed inwardly, and sure enough MI9 could not be a charity organization, UU reading www. There must be a reason why uukanshu.com put itself back.

In the past few days, he has also been thinking about his future, struggling repeatedly in his mind, and finally decided to betray the party according to MI9's hope to save his own life. So he took out the conch every day and listened to the notice of whether there was a party.

Today, he deliberately went out for a walk, and obviously felt that someone was following him, but he didn't deliberately search for it, and he kept comforting himself in his heart, and he had to get used to this kind of monitored life as soon as possible.

His previous occupation was a fighting coach for a club, and members of the club could learn to fight with him. Of course, this required an appointment. When there are no clients, he doesn't have to stay at the club, he can do his own thing.

When he was released by MI9, he went to the club to ask for leave. The management staff saw him in a state of embarrassment and weakness, and immediately approved the vacation, let him go back to rest, and introduced him to a few doctors. One of the famous surgeons lived in the same block as him. But he could feel that the other party may have been thinking about the need to hire a new fighting coach.

Life still has to go on, so after adjusting his physical and mental state, he returned to the club to resume his old business.

This evening, when he returned home, he first took out the conch and listened to it according to his new habit.

A familiar voice entered his mind.

What? pause? So... what about MI9?

Hearing the notice that the party was suspended, he first suddenly felt a burst of unreasonable relaxation, and then immediately turned to worry and a little panic.

If I can't find what they want through me, I'm useless, so will they...

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