Path of the Dead Prequel: Wings of Silver

In empty Coke cans, in fruit bowls, on leftovers of pizza, there are twisted cigarette butts everywhere. When he first woke up from the dream, he saw that his teeth were black and his mouth smelled, so he angrily asked his family to throw all the ashtrays in the trash, and the rest of his Chesterfield cigarettes were naturally included in our bags. Nearby residents brought rain and dew-stained flowers, which were said to have been picked in their own yards, and the vases were left outside the door and disorganized. Everyone wanted to know what happened the night before, and everyone thought the farce was over.

And we know that this is just the beginning, not worse, only worse.

Lao Dai lay on the sofa of the Qian family for a few hours, and got up to participate in the cleaning of the study. We marked several bookcases with A, B, and C, and stacked them all in the courtyard to find out what the old money was looking for. On this issue, we have repeatedly reiterated during the shopping period that if there is a secret that cannot be explained publicly, we can take this opportunity to say it clearly, and we will keep it confidential on our behalf. But no matter how much he recalls, he can't remember.

This is the disgusting thing about the ghost of the earth, it will cut off all clues about itself, so the old money will not provide substantial help, and the answer to this can only be found by ourselves. However, this time it cannot be said that there are no successes, although the portrait artist is half frightened to death, but the two grimaces are so hideous that even if he wants to forget, he can't forget them, so in half an hour after the fact, the sketch came out.

These are two formidable portraits, one of a man and a woman whose bodies are mostly soaked in darkness, so that they have only facial features. Judging by their appearance, they are all white people over the age of forty. Men have big backs, full births, Douglas-style chin dimples, and dolphin tattoos on their necks, while women have big wavy curls, a Rita Hayworth-era face, bright lipstick and willow eyebrows, and are more fashionable and fashionable. In order to find out who they are in the future, it needs to be widely distributed, Fan Pang went to print dozens of copies at once, and the first one was handed to Lao Qian.

The portrait was circulated in front of everyone, including the residents of the area around Au Shizhu Street, and all of them said that they did not know and had no impression. We had to put it away, which also showed that the answer needed to go to the area of Peach Tree Point to find clues. Mrs. Qian repeatedly apologized for the unhappiness between them a few days ago, paid 30,000 yuan in cash first, and said that after the matter was completed, she would be repaid and add 20,000 yuan to the original foundation. At this point, the price of this transaction has risen from the original 50,000 to 70,000, which finally made everyone's gloomy faces smile for days.

"Tomorrow's main business is to investigate this kind of supernatural events, in fact, it is very similar to criminal investigation, you only know one cause, but the clues need to be found by yourself, there are all kinds of factors that can be thought of and cannot be thought of, the process will be very exciting, so the future direction, you have to follow what I said. The detective said as he paced back and forth in the courtyard at night with his hands behind his back.

Previously, he had sent a fax of the portrait to Agha, so that he could spread it widely among the national detectives, so that the more people he saw, the wider the channels of information he could collect. Since the beginning of the Fruit Core Hotel, Lao Dai has been very jealous that we have miners, and now he has also found an organization, which is far larger than us, and the number of folk enthusiasts all over the United States has reached hundreds of thousands. These people are afraid that they have nothing to do on weekdays, and they want to find fun for themselves with their sarcasm, and two grimaces are enough for them to toss. As a result, only four hours later, a group of local national detectives from Dehan arrived and asked Lao Dai to get involved.

"Don't you have to go to work?" Looking at these middle-aged people, I couldn't help but be curious, and asked, "What about the family?"

As a result, after introducing each other, these people have a lot of backgrounds, some are club owners, some are sons, and some are solo agents, in short, none of them need to be 9 to 5 in the morning to get a dead salary, all of them are rich middle class. Therefore, you don't have to worry about food and clothing, and you can toss according to your interests. Compared with them, it has become us Lancaster, most of the miners are minors, have no economic foundation, and sometimes have to rely on us to support them, how can they be on a par with this group of social mainstays? Unexpectedly, the detectives went to North Carolina to do some personal affairs, and they had already used the aura of the ancestors of the Browick brothers to lay the foundation for themselves in the southern states.

People are obsessed with this stuff, they carefully study and pick it, but it doesn't tell us anything we don't know.

If the normal script continued, we thought that Lao Dai would have a good conversation with them, hugging their shoulders. Unexpectedly, the carnival did not last long, and was politely turned away by the detective.

"Why is that? You yourself say that they are more professional in many respects than Gan Tan, and their families are more affluent, so it is impossible to ask the Qian family for fees. I don't understand how to envy other people's resources but discard them. Fan Pang asked puzzled.

"These words are understandable if the two young people ask questions, and you are more than ten years older than them, so you shouldn't be. Old Dai dragged the fat man aside, pointed to me and Krys to compare with him, and said, "They came here in high spirits because they live nearby." National detectives are different from your miners in that they are the ones who follow logical reasoning, value on-site evidence, and investigate the cause. This is like if you go to the police station to report that a ghost has killed someone in such and such a section, others will not file a case against you. It's just that this time the incident is related to a mysterious event, but the essence of the restoration is still a case. This group is generally highly intelligent, and they are all focusing on major domestic cases, but they just happened to hear about it and were temporarily interested. Moreover, do you think their physique can withstand high-intensity fighting?"

"Let's deduce that in order to find out who a man and a woman are, and what era do they belong to? You need to devote a lot of energy to various institutions to find missing persons files and visit various places. But according to this old man's description, most of you have never been to Georgia, and you have to rely on a map to find your way, and you have no acquaintances there, but the time is only about ten days, this is always a reality, right?" But these words were soon heard by them, and a certain four-eyed woman pointed to the soul sickle, and made a loud noise, and said, "And we have contacts with the national detectives and sympathy societies in other places, and we live not far from each other, so we can help you a lot." "

"You don't understand, I'll ask someone in New York to email you a copy of the original file of the 2201 case. The detective put his hand in his trouser pocket, sighed, and said, "What we're dealing with is something we don't even know about." The Browwick brothers did the same thing, they had more resources than they do today, but they failed. So if this is to be done, it won't be as dramatic as a Sherlock Holmes novel, and I personally think the chances of success are very slim and extremely dangerous. You can follow up, but don't get involved, because I can't guarantee the safety of your life. Moreover, most of the mysterious events are anti-scientific and anti-physical phenomena, and it is as difficult for you as old money to identify with these and contradict your own ideas. If you really want to help, you can go to the complicated and simple, and look for clues from the information you have collected now. "

"The United States is such a strange country. Eupicio sat down under the porch, watched them from afar, struck his glass with Ruddock's razor, threw down his brandy, and smiled helplessly. Actually, for him, and even for me, this kind of perception will come up, after all, we are all from the other side of the world. The ethnic unity of one's own country leads to the fact that there will not be so many denominations, sympathy and various cultural characteristics among the people. In the countries that can be found on the globe, there are basically people living in North America, which is a large country of immigrants, so it brings customs and traditions, concepts and cultures from all over the world, and together casts a majestic atmosphere of inclusiveness.

Seeing that the Soul Scythe was playing with the kind of red beads I had seen last night, I asked how their showdown was laid out last night. It turns out that this bead is a classical paper flower in the mountains of Portugal, and in the past, poor people could not afford to buy flowers, so they were inserted in bottles, called Ranúnculo. Because of the strong fragrance, it was soaked in a dye vat for several months beforehand, and once it was unfolded, it was fragrant in order to lure the woman, and then the thick liquid that Ruddock squirted was some kind of chemical with a strong nicotine smell, and it was the same reason, it was all for their characteristics. Originally, it was planned to attract two evil ghosts to be revealed, and then tied with black hinges, and then handed over to Paco to deal with, the Mexicans tied the dough has a great origin, it is actually a kind of grass cheese cake, which belongs to the cuisine in southern Europe, if the two demons can't stand it, they will drill into the batter, so that they can be shaken off and isolated. But alas, the props all failed.

As for the ethereal spirit that jumped out of Lao Dai's back, they didn't know, it was the essence of the Bhaka interception technique, and it was impossible to share experience. We didn't believe in evil, so we went to ask Lao Dai, and he really laughed and didn't say anything as the ram said, and finally he was annoyed, and he always heard me complain that he had poured out his heart and lungs to cooperate with him, and then he spit out a few words—judge.

Whatever it is, the planning is rigorous, and all the layout designs are integrated with each other, without following the ancient method, which is really full of creativity. Fan Pang said with emotion that this incident reminded him of a person, the martyr of San Vitale, Aurora.

According to Miss Lukugu's description, this elite female swordsman from Greece created a precedent for combining the strengths of each person, and in the battle of the Thunder Urn, she actively used her brains to fight wits and courage with the Henghuang, breaking the advantage of the other party to see through all the time and space lines, and cut off the robe of the track.

Therefore, to deal with unprecedented trolls, it is impossible to break them without stepping out of the old box and without reflection. The driving force of this world is innovation, and every software you use, every convenience you are used to, is a revolution brought about by innovation. Ideas are opportunities and wealth, and without them, society can only stand still and be hit by others' dimensionality reduction. This trip to Dehan is just the beginning, and in the future, we will encounter more challenges and will inevitably experience the pain of falling into hell.

The pile of things sorted out from the study is divided into books, utensils and daily necessities, and the answer lies in it. Lao Qian rummaged through the behavior, indicating that when he was sober, he must have known the reason, but at the same time that the two ghosts, a man and a woman, were sealed, his memory was also locked. Judging from this point, Lao Dai judged that it would not be an accident that he suffered from the evil, but there must be a reason.

So, if we really want to find out why, we'll have to go to Georgia and see the monorail on the ground. Therefore, the itinerary was decided, and it was decided to leave tomorrow, and while the national detectives were also there, there was only one thing that could be done tonight, to label anything in the courtyard that he felt suspicious, and gather it in the local sympathy meeting of Dehan, so that it could be checked at any time in the future.

"Charlie is back in the pit, right?" Krys nudged down the Raddock and asked, "Where did you go to Florida?"

"She stayed in Jacksonville, saying she wanted to take a break and might stay a little longer, who knows? I didn't know her well, and I hadn't spoken much before. Razor shrugged and asked, "Do you have something to do with her?"

"No, I asked casually. Krys walked lonely back to the corner of the courtyard and swinged. Since the afternoon, I felt that something was wrong with her, and the whole thing was preoccupied, and I didn't tell me again that while they were busy, we should sneak out and have fun.

"What's wrong? Want to talk to someone?" I walked up to her, swinged, and asked, "What are you thinking?" Did you hear that you were going to Georgia and couldn't wait to meet Hollisman? Let's go to Moon Valley Radio first. "

"No, I'm not thinking about that, you don't understand, give me your cigarette. Pulling out a lighter, I lit it for her, and Krys took a few puffs, snuffed it out on the iron frame, and sighed, "I'm just annoyed by my incompetence." "

"You originally came to travel with you, why bother? Could it be that Lao Dai and Soul Scythe said something to you in private?"

"No, it's precisely because I'm here to play. She looked blankly into the distance, burst into tears, and suddenly laughed again, laughing at herself: "They are both very good to me, you misunderstood." I'm frustrated that I don't have to do anything compared to you. I don't want to be someone's foil forever, Alex, you know? In Brisbane, I was out and out at a very young age, and I had my own life and all kinds of people, and I wasn't going to be overlooked. However, after meeting Hollisman, he has been suffering all the way, losing himself every day, all because of others, including being on duty in the kernel. I don't want that kind of life, you slowly have your own circle and come out of loneliness. Charlie, too, has his own belonging. I feel so incompetent in comparison, why did I fall to this point?".

I couldn't help but be surprised, how could she have such an idea? Although I don't know the specific reason for solving the old money, she is the one who plays a key role. But can I tell her the truth? I can't always guess what women are thinking, so Dixie, who is so worrying, will come into my heart. She is not like a girl of Krys's age, she needs to be comforted, she needs others to understand her, and she is like a nightly broadcast on an emotional channel that is very good at taking care of each other's emotions. Since Lin Rui left, I have never cared about her, and even thought that it would be fun for female soldiers to stay at her, and I used Krys as a prop man from beginning to end.

If I put myself in her shoes and put myself in her shoes, I can understand her heart. At least before she met Lin Rui, she was a very assertive girl, but life is like this, people will gradually grow up, remember the past, and make comparisons.

"I see, I'm not going to mention Moon Valley Radio until you remember. It won't tell you to go away anymore and make you less involved. In the past, I was entrusted by him, and I was always worried that I would lose something, and it would be difficult to explain it when I turned back, but since this is your idea, then let go of your hands and feet and do a big job. You are very important, you are still the unspilled incense of our death squad, and this will not change. "

"Thanks, I just want to get a little respect, not an incidental, a gift or something like that. She raised her eyes to look at the ravens hovering overhead, and said, "I want to be like it, like Charlie, to be independent and not dependent on others." "

"Hey, I want to ask you something, remember I slept in Charlie's room and she asked me to call her at noon before I came out. Then we went downstairs and the detective happened to find us. Follow me back to 0512 and knock on her door again, but the female soldier was extremely impatient and blasted me away, "Seeing her looking at the sky in a daze, I deliberately opened the topic and asked, "What kind of mentality is this?".

"Maybe it's because you want some personal space, you keep being harassed, you want to leave a mystery for the other person but it's broken. She also said that she was very strict about keeping time, so why don't you call her and ask herself?" she braced herself and called a taxi back to the hotel alone.

After seeing her leave, I turned around and went back to the crowd, and when I saw Fan Pang squatting in front of the wooden box and holding a book, I asked what it was. Looking sideways, it is a science fiction book, whose name is the eyes of people a hundred years ago who saw us now.

"Sometimes I don't understand it, like this book. Fan Fat nodded Weed, smacked his mouth, and said.