Chapter 400 Blackthorn Security Company

Looking at the old man, Willis's head suddenly went blank, his eyes froze, and the envelope he had taken out of his pocket fell to the ground, and he still didn't respond.

The old man passed by him, and the letter that fell on the ground suddenly disappeared.

It took about two or three seconds before Willis came back to his senses, but he had already forgotten what he was going to do. He looked at the mailbox not far away, shook his head, turned and walked back.

36 Zouterand Street.

This building with the architectural characteristics around 1300 of the Fifth Epoch once used stucco to whitewash the ground floor, and the two windows on each floor above are surrounded by closed bows to form a whole, which makes the lighting here not so good.

It was rebuilt two months ago after a gas line leaked and exploded.

After reconstruction, there was a small porch on the ground floor, with two-storey oriel windows on both sides. The details of the window frame include window walls and decorative capitals, supporting thin stone beams. Above the high oriel windows is a parapet , continuing the third layer.

In recent years, such a three-story architectural style has become popular.

It can be said that this place has completely changed.

A brown-haired girl walked in a hurry, the afternoon sun fell on her smooth forehead, she had light brown eyes and a pretty face.

Before the girl came to the reconstructed building, she opened the mailbox first, took out the Tingen Candide and some letters, and then entered No. 36 Zotlandstrasse.

She went up the steps, rounded the corner, and came to a black door.

Next to the gate, there is a vertical signboard that reads: Blackthorn Security Company.

The girl opened the door and put the newspaper and letters on the table next to her. She took off her hat and hung it on the coat rack next to her.

After a while, I poured myself a cup of coffee before sitting down on the chair.

She flipped through the newspaper casually, then picked up the letter and read it.

"This month's gas bill, the investigation report sent by the police station. Huh?"

The girl was sorting these letters when she suddenly saw a strange letter.

The letter was sent from Tingen City, but the receiving address was Backlund.

"Strange, the postman delivered it to the wrong place?"

The girl turned over the back of the envelope and saw a line of shocking words: Aurora Club!

The girl stood up with a cry, and after a moment of astonishment, she grabbed the envelope and ran into the door inside and outside the partition, heading straight for the office area behind.

"team leader!"

The girl came to the inner area, opened an office door, and looked at a man sitting in front of the window who was writing something in a notepad.

This man in his thirties has a square face, a relatively large nose and ears, and faint nasolabial folds.

He was wearing black-rimmed glasses, stable and mature, he raised his head when he heard the voice, and this action made the lines on his forehead more.

He trimmed his meticulously brown hair, and looked at the girl with blue eyes: "What's wrong, Rosanne?"

Looking at the captain who had just been transferred to Tingen City, the girl always overlapped him with another figure in her eyes.

The man she also called 'Captain' was also around thirty, with a straight nose and gray eyes that always made people feel calm.

But he is no longer there.

Eyes immediately moistened.

The girl quickly wiped her eyes and pulled herself together: "I received a letter, you have to read it, Captain Lewis."

She put the letter just now on the table and turned over the back of the envelope.

Seeing the words "Aurora Society" on it, Lewis, who had just been transferred to Tingen City, looked serious, opened the envelope, and took out the letter inside.

After reading the contents of the letter inside, Lewis stood up and called out, "Martha, are you there?"

Soon there were footsteps outside, and then a girl in her mid-twenties walked in. She has passionate, wavy long reddish-brown hair.

She was chewing a candy in her mouth, and she leaned against the door and said, "Is there something wrong? Captain?"

Lewis picked up the letter and said, "Divinate who wrote this letter and where is the writer now."

Martha took the letter and glanced at the envelope on the table: "Is there no address on it?"

"The address may be forged," Lewis said without thinking.

"Okay, wait a minute."

She left for a while and came back: "Yes, in an apartment building in the South District, the specific address is here."

Martha put a note with the address on Lewis's desk. The captain grabbed the note, took his coat and said, "Notify Fry and Warren that I need their assistance."

A moment later a carriage left Zouterand Street.

In the carriage, besides Lewis, there was also Frye, the corpse collector. He had black hair and blue eyes, and his face was pale. He had a straight nose, thin lips, and a cold and gloomy demeanor. He held the letter tightly in his hand.

Lewis looked at him and said, "We won't let accidents happen to our colleagues' families."

Fry raised his head and nodded heavily.

When the carriage stopped, Lewis opened the door and saw the target building not far away.

He jumped out of the carriage and said, "After going up, Warren, let the people in the building fall asleep as soon as possible. I will pull the target into a dream, and Frye will let you capture the opponent."

The two team members nodded, and then under Lewis' order, the three entered the apartment building from different directions.

In the apartment building, Willis was servicing his weapons, which included a dagger, a revolver and a triangular thorn.

At this moment, Willis suddenly made a gesture of listening, his expression changed, and he immediately packed his things. During this process, he always had a smile on his face, a cruel smile.

He walked quickly into the kitchen and took out some things from a cabinet. They included a bottle in which severed fingers were soaked, black candles, and some ritual materials.

Willis took out a large cauldron, opened the bottle, and threw a few severed fingers into it. Candles were then lit, and some ceremonial materials were added to set up an altar.

He performed a ceremony.

After the ceremony, he cut his hand with a dagger and let his blood fall on the severed fingers.

Then, Willis picked up one of them, threw it into his mouth, and ate the severed finger like chewing a snack.

His eyes began to zoom wildly, and some densely packed small bumps appeared on his body. They were iron-colored, and seemed to form a full-body armor.

His inspiration, his senses, his strength, and his speed have all been improved, comprehensively improved.

then.

Willis quickly caught a clear heartbeat, and the sound was right outside the door!

He laughed, and he climbed up the wall like a gecko, these are the magical powers given to him by the ceremony.

And the knowledge about the ritual comes from the whisper of the Creator!