Chapter 72 Blood Faith
Abo is a water ghost. He is bound to the Tame River, including the incoming tributaries of the upper reaches. Strictly speaking, his territory is larger than Abin.
Including the inflow of tributaries means that Abo's territory will expand further during heavy rain seasons.
The drainage outlet of the city of Lundan is connected to the mother river. Even if there is no heavy rain, Abo can move freely in the sewer. Except that the smell of domestic sewage is a bit stronger and the heavy metal content of industrial sewage exceeds the standard, there is nothing wrong with it.
"That's disgusting. Did you just step on shit?" Wayne said in disgust.
Abo immediately retorted. Although he was dead, he still retained his good hygiene habits. He came here through the flood control and drainage channels instead of the smoky sewers.
These words reminded Wayne that Abo was a living map of Lundan's sewers and knew the distribution of Lundan's sewers better than anyone else.
Of course, the housekeeper Fula is not bad either.
As a unique and excellent steward in Wayne's mind, Fula knew many tunnels that were not connected to the River Tame, air-raid shelters and underground private passages reserved for the rich, which were of great strategic value.
With Abo as a living map, Wayne became more confident in his control of the sewers and decisively changed his schedule.
During the day, I would catch up on my sleep and diary, and stay in the sewers throughout the night, familiarizing myself with the terrain while looking for fellow elements who had taken refuge.
Don't be afraid, folks, I'm Wayne and I'm here to save you.
Speaking of the essence of life, Wayne had to complain that the four major elements satisfy the essence of life, but there are losses in this accumulation process, and it does not always maintain an upward trend.
The most intuitive way to lose it is to use magic, basic magic related to the four elements.
Every time Wayne uses basic magic, such as the earth wall spell, he will consume his own stored earth elements.
According to the theory in the book, magician apprentices are like this. The six-pointed star has not yet been ignited and connected, their thinking has not been qualitatively upgraded, and they cannot directly control the free elements of the outside world. This is a process that every magician must go through.
Therefore, Wayne no longer uses elemental magic much.
The elements in other people's bodies have been exhausted and can be replenished by meditating for a while. But he can't. There are too few transport captains. Where can he find the second Lord of the Void!
In fact, it is practical and usable. It can be precisely controlled by thinking, reducing the proportion of magic blending, and the basic magic does not consume much of the four elements.
To put it bluntly, Wayne took a breath in the sewer and replenished the four elements he had consumed.
But he didn't want to.
This is what squirrel syndrome looks like.
Wayne has an obsessive-compulsive disorder about hoarding supplies. Before time travel, he had accumulated a lot of things that he thought were useful. Even if time proved that these things were useless, he was reluctant to throw them away because he firmly believed that they could be used in the future.
His hoarding behavior not only happens in real life, but also on the Internet. Whenever he thinks these things are useful, he will subconsciously collect them in his favorites, shopping cart, hard drive, and cloud disk.
For a while, he was even obsessed with categorizing Japanese and Korean, European and American, and classical fairy tales from the second dimension. This meaningless behavior made him happy.
Asking means being prepared.
To sum up, Wayne's squirrel syndrome is in an advanced stage and cannot be cured. Without the Internet, he set out to collect magic-related things, including pistols, crowbars, punches, four elements, and magic books. Refuse.
One can imagine how exaggerated the scale of his warehouse will be one day in the future.
Abo took Wayne through the sewers, pointing to the iron ladders and exits, explaining which road and street were above and what landmark buildings were nearby.
Wayne had an amazing memory and a mediocre sense of direction. After going around a few times, he became confused.
He rewoven the memory network, processed the information in his brain, summarized and transformed words into images, deepening the memory impression, and a map of Lundam divided into upper and lower layers gradually became clear.
"The bar above is controlled by the Black Snake Club. According to the councilor's instructions, Johnny, the boss of the Black Snake Club, restrained his men and stopped expanding his territory. He has been very low-key in recent days." Abo pointed to the manhole cover above.
"I'm not interested in trash fish. Take me to the congressman."
Wayne said on horseback: "The Black Snake Club is a dog raised by the congressmen. Without the support of the congressmen, they are nothing. Instead of trying to reach up step by step, it is more troublesome to deal with the congressmen directly."
But that's not what you just said, you asked me to make a list!
Abo was helpless. Little did he know that Wayne just wanted to hang out in the sewer a few more times, just treating him as an undead and not a human being, and tormenting his disobedient undead brother in different ways.
Abo didn't say anything, but changed direction and continued to lead the way.
This move is exactly what Abo wants. The Black Snake Club is a pawn of the congressman. If the congressman wants to be shot a hundred times, the members of the Black Snake Club will be shot at least fifty times. But from the bottom of his heart, he hopes that these social trash will die. legal sanctions.
Compared with mysterious deaths, criminals are punished by law, which is more satisfying and makes people believe that justice and justice still exist in the world.
It is not justice linked to mystery, but justice closely related to reality. People do not need to pray for God’s mercy, they only need to make a phone call to get legal assistance.
The same holds true in reverse. God is too far away and too empty to deter criminals and villains, and is far less powerful than the law that is so close at hand. The same is being judged, judged by God and judged by the law. The former is more like a principle that leads people to do good, while the latter is a real deterrent to violence.
Abo hopes that after the congressman dies, the master will hand over the congressman's minions to him. Without the congressman's protection, the minions who have lost their protective umbrella will not be able to stand up.
He wants to use the iron fist of the law to punish this group of villains, and to give other villains a warning. When committing crimes, you should think carefully about whether your head is stronger or your gun is stronger.
While leading the way, Abo said these words, trying to test Wayne's tone. The result was beyond his expectation. Wayne agreed very simply.
Hey, could it be that underneath the evil appearance of the master, there is a completely opposite heart of justice?
Wayne saw what Abo was thinking and sneered sinisterly: "That's right, but why do you have to choose one of the two, instead of grabbing both and having both hands hard?"
"Master, I don't understand what you mean."
"You are right, God is too ethereal. It is faith and a moral concept. It can restrain good people but cannot scare bad people. We cannot expect bad people to have moral concepts. It is far better to take them to the execution ground to talk to them. One lap.”
Wayne said: "But some bad people are not afraid of the execution ground, such as Councilor Doreen who we are about to meet. She has the ability to silence the law. She knows that she will not be sent to the execution ground. There are many big people who will pardon her crimes. At this time , we must be flexible and use violence to fight violence.”
"The law is fair in its setting. If some people feel that they are special and not within the scope of fairness, then agree with them and then tell them what is truly unfair."
“Jiejiejie————”
At the end of the sentence, Wayne laughed heartily and said in a concise and concise sentence, it was the other party who made the first move.
Abo was silent, feeling that his master had opened a door for him, but soon he frowned and said: "If master you... No, I mean, if I always implement this concept, my original intention will be because of The power of wanton will change little by little, and then I will also think that I am special, even more extreme than them. The dragon slayer will eventually become an evil dragon. I will think that I am a god, that I am above everything and can dominate everything. , what should we do then?”
"We'll talk about it then."
"..."
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Councilor Doreen has a small rental house in Nellendam, which is clean and honest.
In fact, she only lives in a rented house when she is canvassing votes. Under normal circumstances, she lives in a large mansion in the West District, and her neighbors are also members of parliament.
The standard is to do one thing for people in front of you and another thing for people behind you. Abo pushed open the manhole cover and got out, his trousers dripping with water stains, and walked step by step towards the congressman's house.
Wayne was a little confused looking at the exit. He could get out, but Yulia...
Yulia snorted and jumped into the wall. A rippled and flashing purple arc was painted on the wall. A space door opened, carrying Wayne to the ground.
Abin followed closely and jumped out.
Wayne looked at the ground behind him and saw the skeleton owl fluttering its wings and flying out. He raised his arm to catch it: "Yuliya, I didn't even know you had this ability."
"Master, you never asked."
"I said, don't talk back to me."
Wayne jumped off his horse, let go of the owl, stepped to the door of the mansion, and said sourly: "If you run out of money, you can make more, but if you lose your conscience, you will make endless money. She used to be a small newspaper reporter, and she became a politician halfway through. , I’ve earned so much in just a few years, it’s really enviable!”
Abo trembled when he heard this and hurriedly said: "Master, she has fallen. You will not."
"You can't make so much money by being depraved. Abortion is just about the same." Wayne said subconsciously. After saying this, he suddenly realized and felt that he had sensed the truth.
Abo was speechless, maybe it was really possible.
Wayne raised his hand to hold the door handle, and the corrosive power of death surged out, and he easily pushed the door open.
There was no big noise of the door being opened and the lock being unlocked, no fingerprints were left, not even the door handle was left. Without evidence, he would not be caught by the police. Wayne was becoming more and more fond of the death knight's vest.
It's just that the name of the vest is a bit dissatisfying. It would be perfect if it was replaced by the Dark Knight.
The mansion was dark, and Councilor Doreen was not at home. He found the safe containing cash and ledgers. Wayne helped open the door and divided the stolen goods on the spot. Abo got the ledgers, and Wayne got the Queen's portrait and gold jewelry.
Abo was stunned.
In his subjective impression, the master was a lonely knight who wandered in the darkness, his body was rotten, but his spirit still upheld the spirit of chivalry. He regarded money as dirt and women as nothing.
result……
Whether it was an illusion or not, he saw a smile on the skull's head.
Abo didn't say anything. When the police station handed over stolen goods, several departments would often come down and the amount of stolen goods handed over would shrink a lot.
As long as the decisive evidence remains, all of this... can be tolerated.
He took a deep breath and sat on the sofa, hiding in the dark shadows, waiting for Councilor Doreen to return home.
Snap!
Wayne turned on the light, put his hands behind his hands, and looked at the art paintings on the wall. He didn't know much about art, he only knew that art was often linked to hype and money laundering.
"Master, can you turn off the lights? This will scare away the MPs. We should..."
"You should go take a look in the basement. The congressman is at home, and her basement is quite big." Wayne said without looking back.
Abo was stunned when he heard this and walked quickly towards the basement.
There is a door in the center of the corridor behind the living room. When you open it, you can see the stairs that extend downward until they disappear into the darkness.
Abo's eyes could see very clearly in the dark. He found the secret door in the basement, and after gently pushing it open, he found a cave inside.
There is a long corridor underground, paved with bright red carpets, decorated with murals and wall lamps, with an exit, or entrance, every seventy or eighty meters.
Abo comprehensively analyzed the location of the villas on the ground, and felt a chill in his heart. Thinking of the missing girl kidnapped by the Black Snake Society, the chill dissipated, and his whole heart was filled with angry flames.
He stepped on the carpet and followed the scent of perfume in the air to the door of a conference room.
There are double doors, and there is a coat rack next to the door, with seven or eight coats and hats hanging on it.
Abo picked up a hat and put it on his head, lowered the brim, pushed open the door with both hands and walked in.
The decoration of the conference room is more luxurious, with a huge crystal chandelier hanging, composed of hundreds of exquisite crystals, lighting up the entire room.
Under the chandelier is a carefully arranged round dining table with a diameter of about five meters. The table is covered with white napkins and exquisite tableware.
In the corner is a gramophone with a strong classical feel, and soft music is playing.
The perfect blend of elegance and luxury, coupled with a glass of champagne, is definitely an excellent banquet experience.
But there is one place that is incompatible with the overall layout of the restaurant. On the wall facing the door, there are strange symbols painted on the wall. The curved lines outline a figure, which looks like a person with tentacles all over his body, or an octopus holding up its tentacles.
The simple image was too abstract. At first glance, it looked like blood graffiti. Abo couldn't tell what kind of totem it was.
He didn't pay attention to this scene, and looked coldly at the guests at the dinner party.
Including Doreen Johnny, whom Abbot has been investigating, there were a total of eight MPs at the scene. They leaned on the soft sofa seats, closed their eyes and hummed to the beat of the music. Everyone kept an official smile on their face, quiet and easy-going. .
The congressmen were so absorbed in the music that they didn't even notice someone pushing the door open and walking in.
Abo looked at the dining table intently and breathed a sigh of relief. There was no disgusting food on the table as he imagined. It was all expensive ingredients and all Frank cuisine.
"Doreen Johnny, you are under arrest!" Abo said coldly, preparing to ask where the missing girls were being held.
Councilor Doreen did not reply, swimming in the ocean of music with a satisfied smile on her face.
Abo frowned. The scene seemed familiar. The eight congressmen were in a state of confusion, as if they had taken some contraband after the meal.
"Their thoughts are not in the body, and they can't wake up."
Wayne walked into the restaurant and looked at the strange patterns on the wall. He had seen similar patterns in magic books, which were related to the belief in an evil god.
Teacher Yu Jie provides magic readings related to evil gods in order to prevent students from making bad friends by mistake and getting involved with unknown people. She is worried that too much detail will make students curious. There are not many records about evil gods in magic readings, only a few The pen writes - blood faith.
This is an evil god who lives in hell. He is different from the two goddesses of darkness and death. He is one of the main enemies of the Holy Father.
To a certain extent, the evil god of hell is primitive and wild, and the level of terror is far higher than darkness and death.
(End of chapter)