For the next half an hour, Carlos played a perfect and gentlemanly "Mr. Cavalier", making a pair of Gal's nephews and nieces follow him stupidly, until the adults were about to sit down and have a serious conversation It's over, the two little things are still pulling Carlos' sleeves from left to right, determined not to let him go.
"Okay, okay," the green-eyed man was surprisingly patient with children, maybe he himself is a child who hasn't grown up, "If you guys are willing to hang out with Evan for a while, I promise to bring you one An adventure of a lifetime."
Lily was not fooled, refused to ask for a bad check, and asked stubbornly: "What is that?"
Carlos pretended to be embarrassed: "If I told you, it wouldn't be a surprise, would it?"
With a lollipop in his mouth, Mike looked up at him with disdain, and asked vaguely, "So are you going to fool the kids?"
Carlos: "..."
"Mike, Lily, as I said, don't make excessive demands on your lord." Mrs. Xiaoden said coldly, "What about your upbringing?"
Lily pursed her mouth, not happy.
"No, no, it's okay." Carlos thought for a while, squatted down, and lowered his voice and said in Lily and Mike's ears, "How about a day trip to the forbidden area of the temple and underground palace?"
Mike's eyes widened, and Carlos quickly covered his mouth: "Shh, this is a secret, Mr. Little."
Lily thought about it, and asked cautiously: "Is it more exciting than the eerie museum?"
"Ten thousand times." Carlos smiled, "I promise."
The three of them chattered for a while, and finally reached a consensus on how to be mischievous. The two difficult boys were taken out by Evan to have fun, and Carlos sat down at Gal's gesture. , Listen to Mrs. Shotton.
Mrs. Xiaoden was also a member of the temple when she was young, but now she has retired honorably and went home to take care of her grandson and granddaughter. She took out a tightly wrapped document from the handbag she carried with her folder, put it on the coffee table, and said solemnly: "I have been away from the temple for thirteen years. According to the confidentiality regulations, I should not inquire about what happened inside the temple now, but what happened in Mike's kindergarten last week The accident really disturbed me."
Gal opened the file bag, and inside was a group of crime scene investigation photos. In theory, when the case is not clear, the local police should not disclose these things to the public, but as a hunter, you always need to deal with people of different classes—the police, Officials, gangsters and even gangsters.
Even the old hunters Xiaoden and his wife, who have retired for many years, still have their own sources of information.
"The eye-gouging case in Srrut State." Gal frowned, and glanced at his mother, "Yes, I saw this news from the newspaper, it said that a woman in Srrut State was gouged The body was abandoned after two eyes were cut out, and the police suspect that it was done by a psychopathic murderer."
"The deceased was Miss Laura, Mike's teacher." Mrs. Shoden said, "She didn't go to work or ask for leave that day. You know, the rules of their kindergarten are that every morning the teacher stands at the door, and the parents hand over the child to the teacher. That morning I took Mike to the kindergarten, stood at the door and blew the wind for about ten minutes, and the kindergarten director urgently arranged another teacher to pick up the children. No one knew that she died. gone."
"How was the body found?"
"A child sneaked out and found it in the woods in the small park behind the kindergarten." Mrs. Xiaoden said, "The child is not yet five years old, and he may have been a little stimulated. Now he has been sent for treatment, and the guardian even refused to accept it." The police heard the news. The police believed that Miss Laura was probably left alone when the door was locked at night, and was killed by the murderer and then abandoned in the park. For the safety of the children, the kindergarten was temporarily closed, and parents were asked to The children were brought back."
"Yes, I can understand that," Gal handed over the photo of the deceased to Carlos, "but Mom, what's in it that disturbs you?"
"Intuition." After a while, Mrs. Xiaoden said softly. She looked no different from any old woman carrying a big bag and leading her little grandson across the road. However, at this moment, her eyes suddenly There was a certain vigilance and sharpness that only a soldier could have, "Your father has an acquaintance who is now a sheriff in Sirrut State. We have been following up this case through personal relations, but there has been no progress for more than a week. It is said that the cause of Miss Laura's death was ruptured internal organs, and the forensic doctors have not yet given a clear statement on this."
"What makes a young, strong adult woman with no trauma, not even a defensive wound, except for a gouged-out eye, just be silently crushed by someone...or something All the internal organs?" The children's laughter came from the yard, it seemed that Evan was leading them to play games, and Mrs. Xiaoden's voice became lower and lower.
"What do you think?" Gal turned his head and asked Carlos.
Carlos leaned on the sofa without saying a word, frowning and looking at the extremely highly restored "photo". He had seen Gall's works, but it was the first time he knew that Mr. Good's favorite photos were not only commemorative In addition, there is this kind of effect... It's like letting him see the scene of the crime.
"Indeed," Carlos said after thinking for a while, "I know that there is a kind of difu that can shatter a person's five internal organs in an instant. We call it 'Drummer', level two. It's not that it's not powerful enough, but For some reason, drummers can't create their own 'world', they are used to being alone, their recipes are very monotonous, they like to eat human 'pain', a kind of 'eating spirit' Difu, I have never Ever heard of a drummer who was interested in human flesh or... eyes."
"Then her eyes..."
"It was dug out with some kind of tool," said Mrs. Shorten. "It's all right, maybe it was done by humans, like the psychopaths the police say - but what are you talking about? Drummers? That's not long gone extinct." Difu?"
"Mom," Gal interrupted her, "you have already retired, don't worry about the temple anymore, I will report to the dispatch department and ask them to arrange someone to investigate this matter."
Carlos looked at the empty eye sockets of the female corpse in the photo, and rubbed his chin with his fingers: "Knowing how to use tools does not mean that you are human."
"You mean, a humanoid Difu?"
"Yes, besides this, there is also the leaning Difu." Carlos put down the photo, "I can't be sure until I see the corpse."
Mrs. Xiaoden looked at Carlos seriously: "Are you a newly graduated hunter?"
"No," Carlos showed a smile that was enough to melt the ice and snow, "beautiful lady, I am the best non-staff."
Gal went out to contact the temple dispatcher. Unexpectedly, after a while, Amy also followed. Seeing Gal, she shrugged: "Your mother and that priest had a very good conversation. It was like old friends at first sight. Sitting inside like a redundant outsider, come out to breathe."
Gal leaned on the fence of the flower garden in his yard, looked back at the people in the living room, and said to Amy in a low voice: "To be honest, I always have a strange feeling these days, as if...he is always Look at someone through me."
Amy: "Huh?"
"From the day I inadvertently told him that I was a descendant of Flaret." Gal said.
"Does he know Carlos?" Amy's eyes lit up.
Gall shrugged: "I don't know, he refused to tell me."
When he was talking, he happened to face Amy with a side face. Amy, who had been careless, suddenly narrowed her eyes and looked at Gal in shock... Is it his own illusion? He suddenly felt that Gal's profile looked a little like John's.
A thought flashed through Amy's mind—Louis did say that Carlos had never held any position in the temple in history, but in that tragic war, the sword-wielding priest killed a football team. It was too late for anyone to record, and "John" did mention that he was just a substitute priest for a special period.
Is it possible... is it possible that he is...
Lily saw her little uncle from a distance, and jumped into his arms. Gal picked up the little girl and threw it into the air, and caught it again. After the little girl screamed, she giggled and pulled him The collar must come again.
But Amy watched the green-eyed man carefully through the open door, just in time to see him taking good care of Mrs. Shawden, pouring tea and milk for her, and listening to her without blinking. life trivia.
If he was just a friend of Carlos Frarete, seeing his old man through Gal, how could he be so interested in the trivial matters of this family
Amy suddenly felt that kind of hospitality was very familiar, just like when his father who left home came back to visit him after his parents divorced for many years-afraid to face him, but eager to see him, he wanted to do everything for him, even clumsily Trying to curry favor with him, devouring his gossip and trifles.
If... the priest died in the war, the possibility of being replaced by the legendary "genius" Carlos... How big is it
Amy's mind was buzzing, and he stared wide-eyed at the handsome young man who held Mrs. Shorten's hand with a gentle smile and said he would show her the garden.
Although he has seen the revived archbishop Aldo with his own eyes, the archbishop and Carlos are different!
Archbishop Altar is famous in history because of his "meritorious achievements", and his name is included in history textbooks for future generations to admire, but Carlos Frarete is not... Thousands of years of deduction, legends, unofficial history, orthodox... make He has become a legend in people's hearts.
Is it really him
It's a pity that Amy still had time to find a chance to be alone, and asked "John" before being summoned back urgently by the temple. This made the therapist feel very sorry, but Amy did not expect that this opportunity to let him know the truth would soon come by accident.
In the early morning of the next day, two little things, Mike and Lily, who were temporarily staying at Gal's house, ran into Carlos' room with their slippers in their hands like thieves, scratched at the door, lowered their voices, and meowed like a cat. Looking at him: "John, John..."
Carlos opened the door to let them in, he seemed ready and fully dressed.
"Come in," he glanced at the small schoolbag on Mike's back, and asked, "What's in it?"
Mike opened the bag and said confidently: "It's picnic equipment!"
Sausages, potato chips, lollipops... There is even a picture called "Carlos".
Carlos himself twitched the corners of his mouth complicatedly at the muscular man dressed as Superman.
"I heard grandma tell the story of the underground palace, and she said there are many monsters inside." Lily seemed a little scared when the incident came to an end.
Before Carlos could speak, Mike interrupted her aggressively: "Grandma is nonsense! There are no monsters in the underground palace. There are many great heroes living in the underground palace. They work hard every day. When Christmas comes, they will send Santa Claus." And elks give presents to obedient children!"
Carlos: "..."
Honey, that's the job of the legendary arctic dwarves, okay
"We'll see Carlos again! I'll give him this!" Mike solemnly declared, holding up the muscular man with a rippling smile.
Carlos: "..."
Baby you've met him, and he... doesn't really want this stupid picture much.
Lily tugged at the corner of Carlos's clothes and whispered, "What will happen if Grandma and Uncle Gal find out?"
Mike: "You girls are just cowards! I wouldn't have taken you if I had known."
Lily stared at him angrily, with tears in her big eyes, and her small mouth was about to cry.
Carlos quickly picked her up and gave Mike a chestnut by the way.
"Usually before taking risks, ladies and gentlemen," he said solemnly, "I don't advocate any infighting—and how can you bully your sister, you bastard? Well, don't cry little lady, you're right, now I'll send you to write a note to Uncle Gal, saying we're off on an expedition, and we'll be back in the afternoon, how about that? Can you spell?"