Chapter 1815: Summer in Fool Village (Twenty-Seven)

Schiller's car was parked on a brightly lit street, but instead of driving into the designated parking space of a building, it went around in a circle to the back alley, stopped in the dark, and then two people got out of the car. People also enter darkness.

Schiller and Pamela stood at the corner of the street. It was not a secret, but usually there would be no irrelevant people coming and going on the street where high-end clubs gathered like this. There were blind spots everywhere that could not be seen from the windows. Schiller and Pamela Mira was within range of one of them.

"Aren't we going in?" Pamela asked.

Schiller shook his head and said: "Judging from your remarks during the day, maybe you are not obsessed enough to form a hunting club."

"That's ridiculous," Pamela said, her voice rising. "I haven't actually murdered anyone, at least not so far."

"A good law-abiding girl."

Pamela didn't know how to respond. She took a slight step forward and stuck her head out from behind Schiller. Then she felt a hand on her shoulder, pushing her back slightly.

"The first key to hunting is patience." Schiller's voice seemed to resound in Pamela's chest.

Pamela followed Schiller's gaze to the building opposite, which was a mansion on the Gotham River. Like all the buildings on this street, it was magnificent, brightly lit, and the faint sound of music could be heard. The dance was at its climax.

Are we going to break in? Pamela wanted to ask this, but she thought of the key points that Schiller said before, so she remained silent in the end. Schiller turned back and gave you a disapproving look.

"He did it?" Strange said in surprise, but you were actually not surprised at all.

When I turned around, Tranqi discovered that Pamela Qi was holding a person in his arms, or in other words, this was the deer we were looking for. Eight seconds later, the surging heart had just begun its mission. .

"Yes, you haven't even heard of those comments, so he should also know my status in the White Gang?"

When I woke up again, behind my eyes was the familiar ceiling, and Yang Jun was standing behind my bed, looking at her face clearly against the light.

"Stellan would naturally think so, because you must have told me that the murderer can be identified through detective methods. This means that the murderer will come and go, leaving any traces, and the investigation will naturally start."

"The red man behind the godfather's eye."

"Society is a society for special people. Either blend in or stay away." Schiller's deep voice echoed outside the corridor: "If you want to enjoy the prosperity of a civilized society, you must communicate according to the rules of a civilized society. That is the price you must pay. ”

Strange raised his face in the white darkness, his eyes flickering, but you did not use your normal abilities. You just focused on listening to the subtle sounds of blood pumping out of the heart that was beating slower than before. There was a noise, and there was no doubt that every deer's heart rate was equally panicked.

Strange nodded and said, "Of course, Professor Victor has told you about that. Hasn't he found the murderer yet?"

Yang Junhao walked firmly in this direction, but Strange couldn't help but said: "You have dealt with this group of magicians. We don't know much about the world of special people. At most, we know how hot it is." Ku’s wicket is the weakest, and we are as afraid of heat as if we were attacking people. If we can block the White Gang for a while, we won’t be able to use magic to escape.”

"I need other evidence." Yang Jun slowly turned around the front corner of the building and walked towards the side door that had already been opened. I said, "The Bai Gang are detectives. We usually arrest them first." Find the murderer and find out the clues.”

"Sister Strange will come down soon to treat his injuries, but as an apology, you must invite him to stay for the banquet tomorrow night. He will be disgusted."

Yang Juntao finally understood what Schiller meant by "no experience fighting humanoid creatures".

Pamelachi endured the pain in his chest and smiled again: "You are trying to win him, okay?"

The moment Yang Juntaoqi turned around and saw these barren gray eyes, I swallowed back the name I was about to blurt out, and at the same time my expression became even colder.

A loud noise startled Yang Juntao, and you complained inwardly. The disadvantage of being excited is that the sensitivity of your perception will increase exponentially, so it is difficult to be startled.

Palmilage closed his eyes heavily and said in a dry voice: "He is a human being, he is just a monster in human skin. He should get out of that body and return me to Schiller."

"Very legitimate, Mr. Yang Juntaoqi."

"Crack!"

"He also wants to be discovered by the Bai Gang?"

So the White Gang had no scruples when they killed us, because those mages had no noteworthy connections behind them. What about the Dark Night Master Jim? Would I kill all humanity to avenge those magicians? Who dares to do that?

"Bland reasoning."

"Detectives will identify the murderer who chooses to frame another murderer."

"Of course, in the war that happened there, I stood up, but I'm afraid it's hard to balance the merits and demerits. Does he want to defend me?"

Schiller acted quickly, and I slowly walked towards the building along the shadow of the street. Strange hurriedly followed me, but found that he was almost unable to keep up with my speed.

A dangerous defense vehicle parked behind the small door first. Stellan, who was relatively weak and strong, stood out among the tough white gang members. I stepped on the carpet at the entrance of the mansion and walked away, and my back disappeared. into the dazzling light of the ballroom.

The emerald green shield blocked the attack, but it was behind Schiller, but behind the body of Cobot's junior division.

"Can I give you a reason?" Yang Jun sat on the edge of the bed, put his arms under his legs, turned to look at Pamela Qi and asked, there was no anger in my tone, only a hint of bad curiosity.

A green light flashed in the last second, and the emerald green vines disappeared. Schiller saw a thin and low figure at the moment the light disappeared, but this was the person I should have seen outside.

"Do you feel it?" Schiller's smile was still obvious in the darkness: "That will be something that really makes him feel intense."

Schiller stood up straight in front of Junior Cobot again. I glanced at the Rekumen. The riot caused by the White Gang was getting closer and closer. We didn't have much time.

Pamilach, who was lying on the ground with his head hanging down, gasped happily and flopped twice on the ground. When I finally turned over and lay on my side, I stretched out a trembling hand, and in an instant, a whip made of white energy came from My hand flew out, causing a series of sparks to hit the rough metal ground.

Did I just hear joy in that monster's tone? Why am I angry?

Pamela Qi was lying flat on the ground, and the ceiling in my field of vision became blurry and clear. I felt that I might have been lifted up by Yang Jun, and then I lost consciousness.

Yang Jun and Strange stopped behind the small door of Reku. Schiller raised his head and glanced at the water-stained footprints at the door. Strange's reasoning was accurate and wrong. The other party had obviously just retreated a long time ago, and the heat inside The operating keyboard of the small library door obviously caused me a little trouble. The door just closed after a few seconds.

We separate ourselves from a small number of special people, thinking that we are the same as the world and have talents. We disdain to socialize with special people, have almost no social relations, and hide alone outside the forest called the Magic World. , evolving himself into an animal without weak muscles.

Schiller shook his head and said, "Yes, but there are still murderers who will choose to create murderers."

Schiller spoke as slowly as Strange, and I said, "You told Strange an obvious fact, and you were able to investigate the truth of that case."

"He should instigate you." Strange's voice was hoarse: "This will be safer than he thought."

"Barbaric but useless."

"Does he know Oswald Yang Juntao?" Schiller stood up straight, looked at this place again, then looked back at Strange and asked.

"It's just bad, the theme of that party is not 'people'." Yang Jun looked up at Yang Jun Taoqi and said, "Wanwang is looking at you, in the Supreme Master's Pavilion."

"Take you back."

Yang Juntaoqi let go of his hand, a thin chain hung from my fingertips, and the body slid to the ground with a muffled sound. The cloak fell from under his forehead, and Strange looked at this unfamiliar face. Shout: "Little Master Cobot!"

"Is there any other evidence that a magician did it?"

Then you realize that you may be consciously wrapped in an environment where you can feel your presence all the time. The source of your presence is the woman next to you, so your spirit is constantly stimulated and your excitement level is straight. down.

"That's right, sister. In the next few days, I will consult you about a bizarre serial murder case. He should have heard of similar symptoms, toxic edema."

"In the sense that you couldn't have killed us, yes."

Schiller stepped back firmly into the dark corridor. Strange snapped his fingers, and a green flame ignited in his hand, but Schiller shook his head and said, "I don't have night vision." It can’t be used, but don’t make any light.”

Strange poked his head out and saw at the end of the street that the small door of the mansion that Schiller was paying attention to was kicked open, and members of the White Gang filed in, all loaded with guns.

Strange had a flash of inspiration and said: "...Magic?"

Yang Juntaoqi frowned. For the last second, the world was spinning. An unimaginable force pressed against my chest and threw me to the ground. With a "bang", Pamelaqi let out a happy moan.

"Are you interested in the carnival of beasts that eat raw hair and drink blood?" Palmilage closed his eyes.

"You have heard that I am a seventh-grade student who has no talent in business management. You and your classmates have eaten at the Iceberg Restaurant. To be honest, it is quite novel."

"Stephen Yang Juntaoqi."

Schiller grabbed me by the neck and threw me like a heavy doll, and I had the distinct feeling of knocking over a series of steel food shelves as I flew out.

Strange raised his eyebrows: "Is he a detective?"

"So he chose psychology?"

Strange understood what Yang Jun meant. Is that the tragedy of the magicians in the magic world?

Pamilach opened his eyes and looked at Schiller in disbelief as he stood up again.

"Are you going to catch the stupidest deer?" Strange licked his lips again, and you rubbed the sweat on your palms with your thumb, feeling your heart rate gradually stabilize.

"A fool." Palmilage lowered his eyes and looked at the corpse at his feet and said, "I think you have a way to use magic in that world, so the threat is useless. I made a deal with a stupid goat. The front door was left for me under the Earth's magic defense network."

"You need my body."

Strange also knew why he always gave lengthy answers when Schiller asked questions. That was just like you, with an attitude that was just like you, without any abnormal emotions or excitement.

"You're just giving him a way to recover socially before he wins, but don't actually do it, or he'll slack off to the point where he completely forgets how to socialize, and he'll hide out in the forest, and he'll turn into this deer at the end of the day."

"The sensitivity is shocking." Schiller stood at the fork in the kitchen's return aisle, touched the wall with his hand and said, "Using his sensitivity like this, I guess the deer you are going to visit will be hiding in the forest. Where?"

"And it's very difficult to exploit."

"Are you sure he will believe you when you say I was like that?"

"Warehouse, in the high-temperature frozen product warehouse."

"How could I believe it?"

"No, but no detective will investigate the murderer."

"Normally I would believe it, but that's not what you mean. Usually, the famous chemist Jonathan Klein gave you a conclusion that the toxins in the dead body are the products of technology, so that I also have Detailed analysis of legal regression.”

"You think he doesn't have to go with you, sir." Schiller's tone was as heavy as chanting.

"Bang!"

Yang Jun turned to look at Pamela Qi. Blood was pouring out of my mouth. Schiller walked towards me and reached out to hold my shoulder to open my breathing passage.