Chapter 295 Various Doubts
In the hotel in Bilin City, Camus quietly put away the mirror. Just as he stretched out his hand, he was stunned. He saw that his hand became much whiter and more delicate. He immediately raised his eyebrows.
"The Faceless Man can even change his skin?" After thinking about it, Camus began to think about Jack. He clearly saw Jack coming here in the mirror. Why did he see another person just now? And why did he feel familiar with this person.
"The person looks like a clergyman of the Church of the Sun. I must have never seen him. So what is this familiar breath?" Thinking of Camus, he closed his eyes and began to recall the scene at that time. Gradually, his expression gradually solidified, and he suddenly opened his eyes.
"The Eternal".
That box is the box for the Eternal. No wonder it looks so familiar. I only paid attention to the person at that time and didn't see the box in his hand. How did the Eternal come here? After Kog'gas died, I gave up this seal because of my weak strength. How did he run to Bilin City? Why did I predict Jack's location and see the first-level seal Eternal? Is there any connection between Jack and the Eternal? At this moment, Camus suddenly remembered something, and his face suddenly became strange.
"First-level seal? Didn't the makeup artist not know the traces of these top-level seals when they were at a low level? Why can I see these top-level seals? It's impossible. Both the promotion knowledge and the extraordinary system record that low-level makeup artists can't know these top-level seals? Can I see them after I die once?" While thinking, Camus looked at the mirror again. Maybe it was just a coincidence just now. Whether he can see the traces of the first-level seals, he will know after an experiment. In order to find out the reason, Camus directly began to predict the location of the Eternal.
"Great source of nothingness, please give me the right to use the mirror, please tell me the traces of the Eternal." As Camus spread, the mirror in front of him gradually distorted. Camus saw the reflection of the Eternal on a glass. He saw a man in bloodstains standing in the corner with a dull look. A black suitcase was placed on the white bed. Its lid was opened. The color was red, and the Eternal with complex patterns was placed inside, as if sensing something.
"Gugugugu."
The originally quiet Eternal suddenly became agitated. A mass of rolling blood suddenly emerged from the box where he was placed. The blood slowly crawled on the ground and climbed up the glass window to block his sight. Camus immediately knew that his peeping was discovered. He cut off the connection with the mirror and returned to reality.
"Huh... It's true. I can see the top seal. Since I can see the top seal, can I see God?" As his thoughts surged, an idea suddenly flashed in Camus' mind, but he quickly extinguished it. He was still a little afraid of what happened in the Draf Industrial Bank. Laura's housekeeper was a stage 2 makeup artist. She was killed by the backlash because she predicted the third golden slate. This is a living example.
"No, there is one more thing. After I was resurrected, I knew Jack's whereabouts, but he didn't find me. If I guessed correctly, Jack's ability has reached at least stage 4. I would be discovered even if I peeked at a stage 2 person, so why didn't he find me?" All kinds of questions knocked on Camus' mind. All this happened after I was resurrected. Who gave me the so-called meteorologist formula and promotion knowledge? Camus fell asleep in his thoughts. The journey of many days and the consumption of magic power were too much for him.
Asgar Principality, Fran City, when the morning sun spread all over the land, the noisy crowd on the road woke up the half-asleep Laura. She turned her head and looked at Susie and others who were still sleeping, revealing a quiet smile.
Fran City, Linton Street, Owen drunkenly opened the curtains. Thinking back to what happened last night, he even suspected that it was just a nightmare. He was indeed a member of the Kingdom's 'Moulin Rouge', but he couldn't see the people above him whenever he wanted. Thinking of this, Ouni took a sip of fruit wine with a bitter face and spoke with drunken eyes.
"What a bunch of lunatics. The problem is that I was held hostage by them. I don't know what's written in this damn hieroglyphic agreement? What if..." Ouni wanted to stab Susie and the others, but when he thought of the consequences of violating the hieroglyphic agreement, he shuddered and erased them from the river of time and space. No one would know that he was dead, and his disappearance would not even cause a ripple.
"Gu... Today is a rare good day, but my heart is as cold as snow. What should I do? The Moulin Rouge..." Ouni shuddered when he said this. The Moulin Rouge in the Principality of Asgard was founded by the former owner of the Red Castle, Yod Marie, who was called the Red Emperor by the Guangda women. His main tasks were to spy on intelligence, assassinate, track, and deal with extraordinary events. His means were vicious, his methods were cruel, and his internal perversion was terrifying. Because his father was a member of the Moulin Rouge, he had to join the Moulin Rouge to keep it secret. After all, he knew some secret knowledge about the Moulin Rouge. In order to avoid being monitored every day, he had to join the Moulin Rouge. Later, he secretly inherited his father's extraordinary characteristics and became a makeup artist.
"I have a lot of suffering to say."
"Pa..." Ouni, with a depressed look on his face, slapped himself again, and he pointed at himself in the mirror and cursed loudly.
"I told you to be careful, be careful, now you've been discovered, right? But the way they discovered me is also a headache. I used to only pay attention to whether others would discover me through magic. I didn't expect that I would be discovered just by looking at them. It's so hard for me."
"But where did this group of people come from? Can we see their origins through certain pictures in the past?" After wiping the wine stains from the corners of his mouth, Ouni began his foresight.
"Great source of nothingness, please give me the right to use the mirror." At this point, Ouni's eyes appeared red and blue light, but his mirror was completely shattered after twisting for a while. He was stunned and his eyes were dull.
"Impossible? Could they be high-level extraordinary people or... they have top-level seals? There are only these two possibilities. Judging from the pressure they put on me, the reason why I can't predict them is because of the top-level seals? This matter is becoming more and more foggy." Because of the failure of foresight, Ouni sobered up a little. He put on a sweater, a gray windbreaker, a hat, and walked out with a cane.
After arriving at a square, Ouni took out a red handkerchief, folded it into a triangle and put it in his chest pocket. After a while, a newspaper boy came over, handed Ouni a newspaper and whispered.
"Sir, do you want the Moon Never Falls newspaper?"
"Okay." Ouni took a look, stuffed the red handkerchief into his pocket expressionlessly, handed the newspaper boy a copper coin and left.
"Nine, eleven, five,... twelve" After walking to the corner, Ouni found a specific information column and slowly started looking.
"Lily Street, No. 12." After comparing the code of the Moulin Rouge, Ouni found the designated location. He took a deep breath and stopped a public carriage to rush to the destination.
On Green Rose Street, a fat man with brown hair and wearing a priest robe looked at the body with a gloomy face. He looked at the body for a while and turned to the woman who was sobbing softly.
"Who killed him? Why didn't he kill you?" Hearing the priest's question, the woman shrank back with her body in her arms. He looked at the body with a dull look and spoke intermittently.
"The man in blue, the man in blue." Looking at the woman who was gradually going crazy, the fat priest spoke rather gloomily.
"Take her down, use the light spell to calm her, and then ask her later."
Last night, the fat priest walked to the corpse again. He squatted down and looked at the dark neck, and then looked at the head on the ground thoughtfully. At this time, a white object caught his attention. He gently picked it up with his index finger and sniffed it with his nose.
"Salt? The incision was clean and neat. He kept the previous expression when he died, which means that he died in less than a second." Thinking of this, the fat priest's eyes condensed, and he thought of a lot at once.
"Lord Moore, I just found that ten more clergymen died. The method of death was exactly the same, and their heads were cut off." At this time, a man with some slight burns ran in. He looked at the clergy squatting on the ground and looked at the corpse and whispered.
"Who do you think did it?" The fat man stood up from the ground. He looked at the gradually gloomy weather outside. Just at noon, a thick layer of clouds covered the bright sun, as if foreshadowing something.
"Sir, do you think it was done by the Ocean Church? After all, they have always had a tradition of beheading, and the ability of the Cold Church is also within the scope of the Ocean Church."
"What do you think? Look at this." The fat man was silent. He took out the white particles between his fingers and handed it to him.
"Salt? It can't really be from the Ocean Church, right? I knew it was them... They have long been jealous of our huge number of believers."
"It's not them. I think it's not them. Do you think it's the people from the Moulin Rouge?" The fat man spoke faintly. The scarred man thought about it and spoke in a low voice.
"They haven't made any moves for many years. Could it be them?"
"Any reaction from the Ocean Church?" The fat man walked out with his hands behind his back, and the scarred man followed closely. After a while, the fat man spoke slowly.
"No response."
"That's interesting. Who could it be? Send someone to keep an eye on the Ocean Church to see what they are doing. Although I don't believe they did it, they are the most suspicious now."
"Okay, sir."