World Occult User Guide

"Boom!"

The helicopter plummeted downwards, a long line of black smoke streaking across the clear morning sky.

When Lin An returned to the Lambridge Hotel, a massacre had just ended in Misuru.

When he saw Lin An, a smile appeared on his blood-stained face. He cut the throat of a regional guard in his hand, wiped his hand on the animal skin around his waist, and came forward.

"You killed a few ordinary people who had no power to resist." Lin An glanced at the dead bodies.

"Kill the chicken to scare the monkey."

Misulu kicked a tall, thin man on the ground. He was the only surviving prisoner here.

"This is how the Rain Forest works, punishing the losing party with blood and fear to show its own strength. If possible, I don't mind wiping out the enemy."

Seeing Lin An's noncommittal, Misulu wisely changed the topic.

"Lin, the raid went very well. The battlefield on Meyer's side has settled. The spotted lion troops have taken control of the security system of this hotel, Fu Bin is negotiating with the remaining staff, and Edward is trying his best to block all news."

Very good, worthy of being the "Emperor of War". Lin An thought.

When they first came to Mbambuka, the spotted lion tribe brought about two hundred people, all of whom were the tribesmen who initially followed Lin An and were considered his "confidants."

The temporary ministers of the six major departments came out in full force, excluding Misulu and Meyer of the Ranger system, and there were a total of five mystics among them.

After a month-long expedited special training by the five instructors, the spotted lion's unit can only be regarded as "beginning to take shape."

Lin Ancheng was listening to the tracking report of Edward who was watching the battle. The reporter told him tactfully: The matching mechanism is excellent, the opponent is very good, and they are even better. If it were not for the mystery, they would have been beaten to a pulp by this group of mercenaries.

Lin An was not surprised by this. Just practice more. No one's army would go to the battlefield after training for just one month.

In the future, he plans to divide these soldiers and mystics into two systems that do not interfere with each other. Ordinary people will fight against ordinary people, while mystics focus on the battle between mystics.

If the two are randomly mixed together, there is no guarantee that some mysterious people will not have a mental breakdown and fall into madness. The increase in pollution levels will lead to mutations, causing irreparable losses to Lin An.

"What are the casualties?" he continued to ask Misuru.

"Wait a minute, let me ask Dinganga."

Under the confused gaze of the tall and thin man on the ground, Misulu made a strange movement with one finger.

He first used it to brush his eyes, stopping at the center of his eyebrows, and then moved all the way down to his chest.

Ordinary people do not have the radiation of "Comes" and cannot see the flow of energy. Lin An's vision is completely different.

Following the direction of Misuru's finger, a thick white circle crossed his eye sockets, a patch of red appeared on his forehead, wide yellow stripes were drawn on his cheeks, and red, white or yellow bands extended down his arms. .

As he worked his mystical magic, the soft skins of wild animals around his waist, the feathers of birds, the dry fibers and leaves of leaves, the ornaments of leopard, crocodile and rat teeth rustled and spluttered without wind.

This wild look is intended to create an effect that is frightening to both ghosts and living people, or "kimbulua" in Bantu language.

Immediately, the visible knot that tied together the invisible strands of time and space appeared, its end attached to Misuru's lips.

He spit out a "Nomo" that ordinary people cannot learn, and the syllables followed the image of the cumulative agency indicator to the front of the visible knot, where a yellow ghost full of insight appeared.

The ghost opened its mouth, Misulu listened attentively, nodded, and said to Lin An.

"We have a total of 3 dead and 158 injured, including 23 seriously injured. Lin, you may need to use the [Philosopher's Stone] to save them."

"Okay, I'll be there soon."

Misuru recounted the details of the raid through Dinganga, but the ghost's information was too trivial, so Lin An decided to let Meyer sort it out later.

In the past, it was the civilian department that was responsible for sorting out each report. It was time for her to master the task of writing reports.

Looking at Dinganga who was chatting fluently with Misulu, Lin An thought of the "uninvited guest" who came to live in his mind.

Since the death of the countess, most of the ghosts have disappeared along with the carpenter. The guy left behind calls himself Zay, but Lin An knows that he is the priest "Stanislas Vabracombe".

As if aware of Lin An's disgust, the pastor hardly spoke.

"Why can't you help me collect battlefield intelligence like the yellow ghost of Enquitas?" Lin An took the initiative to talk.

"Lin, who are you talking to?" Misulu was a little confused.

"Zai." Lin An half answered, and half called again, "Why are you silent?"

"The 'Dreamer' who left without saying goodbye? Is he around?"

Misulu had some friendship with Zai, but the latter ignored everyone, so no one cared about his whereabouts, thinking that he left on his own after the war.

Lin An couldn't explain it. He didn't know how to describe Zai's state.

He was said to be dead, but not completely dead; he was said to be alive, but not alive.

"under."

The pastor's plain voice sounded, reaching the auditory nerve through the soles of Lin An's feet.

"Meet me downstairs, ranger."

"downstairs?"

After hearing Lin An's soliloquy, the tall and silent man volunteered to speak in French.

"My lord, do you need a guide?"

Upon seeing this, Misulu explained to Lin An: "He is the prisoner I just captured. He looks like a leader. The other soldiers obey his orders and call him 'general'."

"General?" Lin An looked at the man.

"I am Okonkwo Talin Vrosta, you may call me 'le chat noir'."

"Who gave you the name of Parli Nightclub in Pigeon Country?" Lin An laughed dumbly, "Ogonkwo, are you the 'general' of the [Red Poppy Chamber of Commerce]?"

"No, no, no, I'm just a mercenary." Black Cat said, "If you pay me, I'll be happy to serve you. After all, my employer has -" He pouted in the direction of the helicopter crash, "Change Canned barbecue."

"Ha!" Misulu laughed strangely.

"You won't regret hiring me." Black Cat's eyes flashed, "Salary...well, we'll talk about it later. I'll take you downstairs first."

Under Misulu's death gaze, he swallowed the second half of his sentence, and the three of them walked indoors along the small stairs.

The Lambridge Hotel has five floors. The top is the business office, which is only used by the Red Poppy Chamber of Commerce. The next floor is functional rooms. The middle two floors have about ninety rooms. They are usually open to the public and occasionally receive visitors from the Chamber of Commerce. collaborator.

According to Black Cat, the Lambridge Hotel was invested and built by the Red Poppy Chamber of Commerce more than thirty years ago.

During the continuous renovations by successive regional leaders, this once desolate and quiet mountain hut has become a pillar of shame that witnessed the chamber of commerce's extravagance.

The front yard of the hotel is a Western-style garden, and the back yard has a Nakashima-style garden. Koi carps flown from the Sakura Country swim in a pond covering an area of ​​more than ten square meters. The banana trees next to it add a nondescript color.

Entering the office connected to the rooftop, Lin An's eyes suddenly opened up.

This house has bright windows and good lighting. The burgundy pure sheep wool carpet and curtains are from Agitina. The matching tables, chairs and furniture are made of logs. They are classic yet convenient.

Although the expensive furnishings, paintings and decorations were taken away by the person in charge who ran away, this office was enough to make Lin An overjoyed.

Leaving the rainforest is the right choice.

Even for his mental state, he can no longer stay in a humid, hot, "purely natural" tribe and live a primitive life.

Or is modern society suitable for me?

Especially when she saw the coffee machine in the cupboard, Lin An almost shed tears for the reunion after a long separation.

Family!

God knows how acclimated he has been in the past month!

Misuru seemed at a loss as he clamped his arms tightly to his sides, fearing that his soul would be swallowed by these glittering "monsters" accidentally.

Everything made him feel strange and afraid.

When Lin An turned on the projector, the sudden flash of light scared Misulu to the point of bending his bow.

"There is an attack! Lin, someone is targeting us remotely!"

"Don't worry, this is not a mysterious technique." Lin An raised the remote control to signal him to put down the weapon, "It is modern technology."

"It's always good to be on guard."

Misulu made a wary gesture, his lips moved, and the red makila was ready to go, tightly guarding the two of them, and Lin An followed him.

The loading of the blue screen is completed and various options appear.

"Press which one?"

Just now Zai explained the location of the remote control and projector to Lin An, and now he began to instruct him on the next move.

"Red button."

"What do you want to do?" Lin An put his finger on the remote control and said calmly.

"Forest ranger, you asked a question before - am I from a Bantu 'noble family'?" Zai sighed slightly, "My answer is: yes. And it will appear on the big screen soon." Man was once one of us.”

As expected, Bantu also has a regional family of mystics. Lin An's thoughts were racing, and he couldn't help his overflowing curiosity, and operated the remote control according to Zai's guidance.

With a "crackling" sound, the light of the projector illuminated a video.

"Snap, snap, snap! Snap, snap, snap!"

The claps frightened Misulu again. Seeing that Lin An was indifferent, he had to endure the discomfort silently and frowned at the colorful picture.

The scene on Yingbin Avenue appeared, and the atmosphere was particularly festive.

Under the scorching sun at noon, thousands of civilians gathered on both sides of the road, wearing T-shirts with real faces printed on them, to welcome a majestic business convoy.

The motorcade moved forward, and the camera switched to the end of the avenue.

Lin An saw 22 people wearing thick red robes and leopard skins stand up. They were in high positions, but they respectfully swore allegiance to the convoy.

Behind this group of people, sitting on the podium, was another group of Nanzhou people whom Lin An didn't know. The men were wearing expensive watches, and the women were carrying designer bags that Lin An had only seen in luxury goods counters. Full of smiles.

When one person opened the car door and walked up, one by one the group walked across the stage and hugged him.

This man was wearing a smart green military uniform. His speech and personal style were high-pitched and exaggerated, and he was inherently condescending. He was an eye-catching figure.

Suddenly, a sharp and harsh shout broke the grand celebration: "Chief! You have abandoned your faith! You have betrayed us!"

The person in the middle of the podium looked as usual, with a smile on his face. A group of heavily armed soldiers rushed forward, dragged the naysayer down and beat him severely. People on both sides of the road were also booing.

"Get out of Bantu!"

"Go to Togo!"

"roll roll roll!"

Seeing this formation, anyone with a discerning eye would know the identity of the person surrounded in the center.

Bantu’s current president, Tshisekedi Kumasi.

Lin An hesitated for a long time and then made a guess.

"traitor?"

"That's right."

Combined with Zai's ambiguous attitude when mentioning the aristocratic family, the pastor's tragic death in the church, and the words "you abandoned your faith," Lin An's mouth twitched.

The president doesn't sound like a good person...

In the past, the aristocratic families he met liked to stand behind the scenes, rarely directly intervening in secular political power, and they had never had a mysterious person at the level of a head of state.

This means that if I have a conflict with the Bantu President in the future, I will most likely become the "rebel leader"?

What a headache.

I am obviously an ordinary college student who abides by laws and regulations...

"Tshisekedi has extraordinary arrogance. He has done something that no previous president has done: control a large part of the country while maintaining the support of the people."

The person in the projection seemed to hear Zai's words, and suddenly looked at the camera. Lin An suddenly met a pair of eyes that were emotionless, like empty shells.

"This is an image of him becoming president in 2030."

"Why do you want to introduce this person to me?" Lin An asked with the last trace of luck.

"Ten years ago, Tshisekedi betrayed us and took refuge with a behemoth - [Black Capital]."

Zai followed his premonition ruthlessly.

"The Red Poppy Chamber of Commerce is just one of their members."

…………

Clouds passed by the narrow window of the plane. A gentle man with short light brown hair was reading a newspaper and had a poppy brooch nailed to his shirt.

"Bantu decided to amend 32 bills on foreign trade..."

Under the headline was a large photo of the president hugging his wife.

"Hey, hello." A discordant voice sounded from behind. The man was stunned and raised his head in confusion.

This is his private jet, why would anyone talk to him?

Seeing that unremarkable face, the man suddenly felt like he was facing a formidable enemy. He wanted to put away the newspaper in his hand, but was quickly held down by the man's quick eyes and hands.

“Sometimes we have to give our colleagues the right amount of care.”

"I don't need you to greet me." The man said coldly.

"Don't be so straightforward, 'Alfonso III'." The visitor showed an incomprehensible smile, "I think this Mr. President's hall is dark, and he is suspected of being involved in a bloody disaster... Use your stars to see his fate, and it will cost me Out."