Chapter 343 Hiding

In the early morning of Billy City, Camus was staring at the heavy snow outside the window in a daze. Although he didn't know what happened to Jack, his life-and-death enemy, Kumen Zakasia, should have disappeared. She was confused for a moment. After a while, he turned and walked towards the mirror. Although theoretically the high-ranking position had been freed from the constraints of the mirror, he was now at most a faceless person with some high-ranking abilities. He was ready to learn about the incident from Kidd.

In the Discipline House, Kidd was sitting in the office wearing thick and heavy clothes. The light from the fireplace shone on his face, and the warm temperature made him quite comfortable.

"Will that makeup artist come to me again? I was tricked by him." After saying that, Kidd picked up a book "On the Possibility of Space Conversion", which was the knowledge for the promotion of the Black Scholar Path and his endless reading material.

"Knock, knock... come in." At this time, there was a knock on the door outside. Kidd immediately put the book in the drawer and looked up at the brown wooden door.

"Mr. Kidd, 'Dumb' has been promoted. He is now a weapon master of the third stage." It was Rama who came in with a happy face, and Dumb was the muscular man who bought the formula from Camus.

"This is indeed good news. Maybe the Discipline Institute will have another team leader." Kidd stood up from his seat and walked out with Rama happily. Camus witnessed all this, but he suddenly found that there were several unclear existences inside the Discipline Institute. In order not to alert the enemy, Camus had to give up first.

In the strange elf world, the laughter of playfulness and funny things echoed in the dense forest. The animals and plants in the forest all had human facial features and limbs. They closed their eyes and fell asleep. A gust of wind blew and the sleeping trees, flowers and plants woke up, and the whole forest became more lively.

There is a huge half-moon lake in the middle of the forest of the strange elf world. There is a tall building in the middle of the half-moon lake. Four bishops and the pope are sweating profusely as they look at the Book of Death locked tightly by chains. They already know what happened outside, but they have no time to rest.

"He is finally quiet. With our ability, it is impossible to use him with confidence, unless it is a top-level high-ranking one."

Bishop Spade looked at the rough opening of the Book of Death. Compared with other sealed objects they have seen, the Book of Death is still too scary.

"Hua La La..." Just as it was speaking, the Book of Death broke free from the chains and flipped wantonly in the air. Countless black Sumera appeared on its pages. The five people's faces changed drastically when they saw it.

"Oh no, whose death is he going to write again? Damn it, I said he was lying to us about his weakness before, now we can't watch him here every day?" The Square Bishop said with a dark face. The Book of Death became the 'source of fear' with the Book of Fate in the Second Era. One of them was responsible for writing fate within the rules, and the other was responsible for killing people within the rules. I don't know how many extraordinary people died under their pens.

"... Snap" The book of death that was written was closed all of a sudden, and it was low-key.

In Bilin City, Camus put on thick big characters and walked in. Since there was no chance to understand the situation today, let's go to the exchange to see. It is said that the transaction has been partially restored.

"Huhu..." The whistling snow outside the door fell with him. Camus pulled his hat and looked at the locked door of No. 36. That was Laura's home. It seemed that they were going to stay at home in this bad weather.

"Fuck..." Suddenly Camus heard the sound of hurried horse hooves in the heavy snow ahead. He immediately stood a little to the side of the road and looked up. He saw a coachman wearing a black coat and white gloves galloping over.

"Hua La La..." Just then Camus suddenly heard a hua La La sound. He looked up and saw that some opium from the house in front of him was stepped down and hit the coachman and the carriage.

"Ah..." When the coachman saw the opium coming from the front, his eyes suddenly became confused and he immediately blocked himself with his hands.

"Ah..." Dust filled the air, and with a scream, the coachman was cut on the neck by a sharp tile. He immediately fell down, covering his neck, and the carriage behind him was also submerged by the carriage, and a hurried lady's call came from inside.

"Hurry up and save people." The residents on both sides of the road saw this situation and immediately ran over to save people. Just then the wall next to the carriage collapsed, smashing the carriage into pieces. The coachman, the horse and the lady who called for help suddenly lost their voices.

"Damn, these two people were favored by Miss Bad Luck when they went out, right? They can even encounter such a thing." Camus, who witnessed all this, was stunned. How could tiles fall down under normal circumstances? Not to mention the pulley, how could the originally good wall fall down? Was it a shoddy construction?

Camus sighed and continued to move forward, but he was more careful. It seemed that there was a dangerous building in front. When Camus saw the collapsed wall, his eyes suddenly shrank. He saw that the traces at the fracture were brand new. It seemed that it fell down for no reason. Moreover, this was an obsidian house. How could it fall down by such a coincidence?

"Wow, these two people can go buy lottery tickets." Because he didn't find any magic fluctuations, Camus could only attribute this matter to bad luck, and he walked forward again.

Just as it passed a crossroads, a statue of a general at the crossroads collapsed and hit a lady who was taking out the garbage. Her body was instantly smashed into a puddle of meat paste. Camus touched the blood on his face and was terrified, because the lady who was smashed into a meat paste was less than one meter away from him. This unexpected event immediately made him confused. What a coincidence? Why did the general statue fall down? Why didn't it fall down at other times but fell down when it arrived?

"Is it not suitable to go out today?" Camus murmured, turned and left, but just as it walked to the door of a coffee shop, a piece of broken glass suddenly fell and hit the head of a gentleman who was passing by quickly. He screamed and fell to the ground, twitched a few times and then died.

Camus stared at the scene in amazement. He looked up and saw a construction man looking down in horror. He accidentally broke the glass just now, and a piece of glass fell and killed a passerby, which made him a little unbelievable.

After Camus used his true eyes to look at the construction man, he found that she was just an ordinary person, which made him a little confused. Accidents again and again, aren't they intended to murder him?

At this moment, Camus heard another explosion, followed by a horrified cry.

"Get out of the way."

Camus looked over and saw that an out-of-control carriage hit a passerby, and the wheel just hit his head. Suddenly his head exploded like a watermelon, and the bright red brain mixed with skull fragments were scattered everywhere, which was extremely dazzling on the snow-white ground. Camus looked behind the carriage and saw that there was a house at the head of the road that was still emitting flames. It seemed that it should be a gas explosion.

"This... I saw four accidental tragedies in just a few dozen minutes. Isn't this too magical?" Camus immediately decided to go home and stay well. It was definitely not suitable to go out today. I guess God was warning himself.

Camus returned home carefully. When he closed the door, he was relieved. He just didn't know that such unexpected tragedies were happening everywhere today. He just saw part of it.

In the Discipline Institute, in order to celebrate the promotion of the muscle man, Kidd's team held a rally for him. Some drunk muscle men were ready to show their strength. He was ready to lift weights to show everyone how strong he was. He walked to the barbell as big as a millstone and lifted it up with all his strength. Everyone present cheered for him, including Kidd.

Just as everyone was about to say a few words, the barbell held high suddenly fell loose. The muscular man with a proud face was about to say something, and suddenly felt a black shadow falling down. Before he could react, he suddenly felt a pain in his head and darkness in front of his eyes.

"Pop..." Kidd's wine glass fell, and he stared at the body with a shattered head on the ground in amazement. In order to confirm the truth of this matter, he even twisted Rama next to him.

"It hurts... Captain." Rama was also shocked, but the severe pain in his body told him that this was not a dream. The bearded muscular man who had just been promoted was crushed to death by the barbell he lifted. The brain and blood on the ground showed that he was dead.

"No..." Rama, who reacted, rushed over immediately. Now he was the only one left in Kidd's team. One mutated and the other was crushed to death by accident. What went wrong?

Kidd, who had experienced countless bloody storms, first tested the magic power and found that there was no magic power fluctuation around the bearded man, which meant that this was really an accident. Even if he was a big nerve, he couldn't accept this. A stage three weapon master was crushed to death by the barbell he lifted. This was an accident? Not to mention that he didn't believe it, the senior officials of the Discipline Institute didn't believe it either. It was simply ridiculous.

"Captain..." Rama turned his head holding the headless body and found that Captain Kidd was still in the same place with a dull look in his eyes. He immediately raised his voice.

"Captain, what should we do now?"

"This... this..." Kidd didn't know what to say. Today's incident simply refreshed all his cognition. It was simply too outrageous.

When there were accidental deaths everywhere, the major organizations suddenly found the problem. Too many people died in accidents, even thousands of times more than usual.

In the Adventurer's Guild, outside the Wall of Justice, a man with a calm face opened his eyes and spoke in surprise.

"The Book of Death?"

In the Church of the Sun, the Fortress of Light, an old man with golden hair suddenly opened his eyes.

"The Book of Death, it must be it, what is the Poker Club doing?"

The Poker Club also found these problems. Just when the Book of Death was written, they knew that something big was going to happen, but now it's too late.

"The Book of Death describes all deaths as a matter of course. It represents all deaths within the rules." The Square Bishop said with emotion. They now admire the Book of Death.