Chapter 323 Predictive Painting (Please Vote for Me)

Church interior.

Instead of going to the main hall to pray, investigators found a priest.

After showing the investigator's certificate, he was taken to a small room behind the sanctuary.

Inside the room, a bishop was reading a book.

He was probably in his fifties, with white hair and a stern face.

"Trainee Investigator Long Cole salutes you, Your Excellency Bishop Brown!"

Ronkel saluted: "This is my observation report on the target this week!"

As he spoke, he handed over a document.

"Thank you for your hard work, please sit down."

Bishop Brown took the document and began to read it slowly.

In every big city in the Federation, Si Sui and Qi Nan's church bishops, coupled with the Special Affairs Bureau, are the strongest force in the mysterious field.

"According to my investigation, Angel Reguera is just an ordinary person who was bewitched by others and entered the 'Skinning Club'... There is nothing abnormal about her."

Ronkel was making a report at the same time.

"That's why she's only doing light surveillance." Brown said gently.

‘Yes, I was only assigned as a trainee investigator to carry out the tracking mission. ’ Ronkel rolled his eyes inwardly.

As a trainee investigator, Longkel's biggest goal is to accumulate enough merit or working hours to be promoted to a third-level investigator.

Although it is said that the second-level investigator can open the mysterious door, he does not have such extravagant hope at this time and only wants to make a living.

Among federal institutions, people like him are the majority.

Moreover, the salary and various allowances of the third-level investigator are already generous enough!

"Based on all aspects of intelligence, it is certain that there is a big problem with this 'Skinning Club'... It does not even exist in the real world. It only opens the entrance at a specific time, and the entrance is opened at a different location each time. …”

Bishop Brown read all the information and tapped his fingers on the table: "This is a very advanced ritual or nameless magical ability... It means that there may be an 'upgraded person' or even a 'perfect person' behind it. !”

Longkel took a breath: "This is an amazing big shot, so do we still want to continue?"

"certainly!"

Brown recited a few words in a cold voice: "Life is short, it is better to indulge your desires...Swallow sweet things, and be swallowed by sweet things. We will enjoy it as if it is glutinous rice, and enjoy supreme pleasure from it... This is a typical black blood The Lord’s teachings! The Skinned Club may be just a layer of skin worn by those notorious organizations in history!”

'Yes, and Si Sui's church is very hostile to the Lord of Black Blood. It is said that the ritual powers will conflict with each other...'

Ronkel added in his mind.

"The so-called fine wine and delicious food are probably the bait to screen out the followers... The source of evil must be interrupted."

Bishop Brown stood up. The 'upgraded one' looked very resolute: "The last time the Cup-by-Cup Order made a big fuss in Byron City, it was our fault. If they hadn't run so fast, I would have burned them to ashes... This time, I won’t allow any failure.”

"The Special Affairs Bureau will fully assist you."

Roncor saluted again and made his pledge.

…

"I see, is it Si Sui's church?"

At this moment, outside the church, Zhong Shenxiu was feeding the pigeons and listening to the report of the spirit body.

Without powerful souls to enslave, these ordinary earthbound spirits can only do small things like eavesdropping and monitoring.

Fortunately, after modification and strengthening, although it is still useless, it is concealed enough.

"Servants of the Lord of Black Blood, the Skinning Club?"

After hearing the news he wanted, Zhong Shenxiu spilled the last handful of bait and immediately turned around and left.

‘Why did this club suddenly appear in Byron City? Is it for the follow-up of the Cup-by-Cup Cult? But Mesili and Kadilian both left one after another...'

He was a little confused, but he didn't take it too seriously.

Angel's life was not yet in danger, so he chose to go home and sleep first.

…

25 Merrin Avenue.

living room.

"Well, Jones has a guest?"

When Zhong Shenxiu walked into the house, he was shocked to see Jones talking to a man wearing a painter's art hat.

This man's body shape and temperament are exactly the same as the 'painter' seen at the mysterious party.

"Levi!"

When Jones saw Zhong Shenxiu coming back, he stood up awkwardly: "Let me introduce you. This is Mr. Denrik, a very talented painter."

"Hello!"

Denrik reached out.

"Levi, Levi Mojito!" Zhong Shenxiu stretched out his hand and shook his hand.

"Of course, I've heard it from your brother."

Denrik blinked: "It is said that you are also a very good 'bartender'!"

He deliberately emphasized the last word.

"Jones, go back to your room. Denrique and I have something to talk about."

Zhong Shenxiu narrowed his eyes, although he was not afraid of his identity being exposed at all now, after all, there were so many layers between him.

However, it's better not to involve Jones.

After Jones left, Zhong Shenxiu casually released a spiritual soundproof wall, sat on the sofa, and said in a low voice: "Painter, since you know it's me, you shouldn't sell that dangerous painting to my brother."

For some reason, seeing the bartender in this state, Denrik felt a chill in his heart, and couldn't help but explain: "I didn't know about it when I was selling paintings."

"Then what do you want to do when you come here this time?"

Zhong Shenxiu asked noncommittally.

"The main thing is to visit. Apart from that, I'm afraid you don't know that our party members have changed a lot..."

The painter's voice was deep.

"oh?"

Zhong Shenxiu signaled the other party to continue.

"After Rose, Jasmine, and Shadow's gang left, the butchers didn't care about anything at all, and the old drunkard and the clockmaker died..."

"Death always comes suddenly."

Zhong Shenxiu sighed: "What's going on?"

"I don't know. I only deduced their identities after the fact... If it's just their own business, it's okay. If someone is specifically targeting our circle, then everyone is in danger!"

Denrik said nervously.

"I think...the two of them might have accidentally provoked someone..." Zhong Shenxiu made a guess, such as the Skinning Club or something.

"No, you don't understand! I drew a prophetic painting... The colors on it are giving me inspiration... There are more than one darkness invading this city. We are in danger, everyone is in danger!"

Denrik's eyes were red and bloodshot: "When the crisis came, instead of actively preparing to save ourselves, our circle just buried its head in the sand like an ostrich. This is wrong. If it continues like this, maybe tomorrow You and I are the only ones who will die..."

"So?" Zhong Shenxiu admitted that the other party's words were a bit inflammatory and asked noncommittally.

"It's time to restart the party!"