The second wave of hunters who followed Gal and the others are dealing with the scene in a very orderly manner. Many corpses need to be recovered and many traces need to be detected. They are obviously more suitable for this kind of scientific, rigorous and meticulous work. Obviously, after the baptism of time, the nature of this job has also evolved from a thug to a technical job.
Various instruments kept ticking, and the staff came in and out to collect evidence, took out test strips of different shapes, and chatted in low voices to record the investigation results.
Evan avoided the corpses covered in white cloth and carried away silently, and whispered, "It's still... the second time I see a dead person."
Carlos was a little dizzy from so many people rushing out at once, but he finally got a "detector" he had admired for a long time as he wished, and while fiddling with it with great interest, he asked casually, "How about the first time? "
"Once when I was walking on the road, I encountered a car accident..."
"..." Carlos paused for a while, and it took him a long time to squeeze out a word of comfort, "Uh... yes, it's a very rare experience—I've never seen it before."
There was a smell of blood, and Evan seemed to be pressed to pause, and he pulled Carlos tremblingly to stop: "That... I, I, I, I can't go in anymore."
"Hey," Carlos sighed, remembering his little tenderness and cuteness, "Seriously, brother, why don't you start with red paint or tomato juice?"
"That's why I never eat ketchup," Evan said with a sad face.
Mr. Carlos Fast Food Fanatic Flaret said bitterly: "Can I despise you on behalf of that white-faced red-nosed buddy in McDonald's?"
Evan couldn't stick to the wall and said, "Even if you hit me on the head with a big stick made of potato chips, I wouldn't dare touch red things."
A hand grabbed Carlos' wrist that was hanging in the air and was about to hit Evan's head instead of a stick of French fries. Carlos trembled instinctively, as if the temperature of the opponent's palm burned him.
"I'll support you." Aldo said, explaining in a low voice before Carlos pushed him away, "I need to see what's going on ahead—if your judgment is correct, this pearl clam is indeed very unusual. The world has been separated from the two worlds for a thousand years, and no one knows what happened 'outside', if the loosening of the barrier is not simply a problem of aging, it will be troublesome."
Carlos frowned, not wanting to delay his serious business by talking in front of Evan, so he reluctantly followed Aldo forward.
Aldo didn't know whether it was intentional or unintentional. When he turned around, one side of his chest was almost pressed against his back, and his eyes quickly swept across Evan's face. Sen Leng's warning, which seemed to be frozen out of ice, made Evan freeze into a big ice sculpture on the spot, and sneezed almost knocking himself out. He didn't know where he stepped on Archbishop Al's thunder.
"You haven't taken good care of yourself," Aldo whispered in his ear, "you seem to be thinner than I remembered."
Carlos was silent, completely pretending not to hear, and dealt with him coldly.
Aldo then changed the subject lightly: "Okay, tell me about that difu."
The two of them came all the way to the place where Difu had been cut into pieces. The investigator automatically stepped aside, and Aldo squatted down in front of Difu's body, and unaccustomedly pulled the legs of the trousers he was wearing.
"Boundary" sometimes has a certain similarity with the magic circle. He is an expert in this field. Carlos didn't bother, hanging one leg, leaning against a tree beside him, waiting for his conclusion.
But the corpse was a bit miserable and broken, and there was nothing special about it, until Aldo turned the corpse over—he found a small wound on the lower abdomen of the corpse, which was very inconspicuous, but caught his attention.
"Carl," Aldo asked suddenly, "is this what you left behind?"
"Forgive me, it's Mr. Fraret," Carlos reminded dryly, limped over, tilted his head to study the wound, and frowned, "It's not me, I'm not left-handed. "
"I think so," Aldo whispered, holding out his hand to the inspector on one side. "Please, sir, lend me your tools."
Carlos watched him skillfully dissect the corpse, pressed his fingers through the glove on the bloody place, and then inserted the tweezers into it. After a while, he picked out something from it.
It was an unknown substance, as long as an adult's middle finger, and shaped like a key. It was transparent, and there was even some kind of liquid flowing inside. Although the outer shell was covered with flesh and blood, it still looked strangely transparent.
"What's this?"
Carlos stretched out his hand, but was slapped away by Aldo: "Don't touch it."
"No..." Carlos frowned, "There is no flow of dark energy here, I can feel it."
The talent of light has a special sensitivity to dark power. Aldo knows that, in fact, even he can feel it, and there is even a kind of pleasant and warm power shining on it.
He took out purified water from his pocket, held the "key" with tweezers, and rinsed it carefully with purified water. The flesh and blood on the "key" used to belong to a possessed Difu. Under the action of purified water, it quickly melted and disappeared with a "sizzling" sound, but the "key" itself showed no signs of being damaged, and instead became more transparent and beautiful.
"This is very important, take it back to the temple." This thing has never been seen before, and Aldo couldn't think of a good way to deal with it for a while, so he could only hand it to the nearby detectives with tweezers—this too peaceful and stable world has passed A thousand years of changes, it seems that some kind of... changes that he didn't expect.
And the badges collected by Carlos were taken back to Mrs. Xiaoden. A group of people got together to study for a long time, and finally Aldo had to agree with Carlos—it was definitely a Tibetan pearl clam, but they were in Sillu. Tezhou stayed in Tezhou for three full days, until Carlos's leg injured by his own oolong was almost healed, and he couldn't find any signs of the Tibetan pearl clam, so he had to return without success.
It was the first time for Carlos to fly on a plane. The night before, he was so excited that he almost didn't fall asleep. He dragged Gal and asked endlessly: "How can such a big iron bird fly to the sky? How big are the wings?" Can you incite such a huge body? What? No wings? How can you fly?"
Until he stepped on the plane himself.
Gal leaned over and fastened his seat belt: "Anyway, it's okay—that's enough Carl, you are exactly like Mike, do you want to sit by the window?"
"Yes!" Carlos' eyes lit up, and he wanted to poke his head out of the window. When he took off, he exclaimed again, "Oh my god, did it really fly like this? Will it hit something? Will it?" Won’t it fall? What if it falls?”
Gal: "..."
Ever since he ran into Archbishop Al by chance in the temple, Carlos seemed to be overwhelmed by a dark cloud. He was always a little preoccupied and couldn't lift his spirits. Only when he was happy, did Gal seem to see him The way he just woke up from this world.
Of course, in fact, another reason that made Carlos feel so excited was that Archbishop Aldo actually suffered from airsickness.
When this omnipotent man mentioned the word "airplane", his spirit was always tense, and his face turned pale when he took off. He leaned weakly on the back of the chair, closed his eyes and said nothing, sometimes The feeling of being weightless and sometimes overweight was driving him crazy.
On the way here, he was thinking about Carlos. Although the journey was very tangled, he was somewhat distracted. And on the way back... Anyway, without opening his eyes, he could feel Carlos' strong gloating.
Aldo closed his eyes, struggling to suppress the feeling of nausea, and showed a little wry smile—forget it, anyway, it can make him happy, and airsickness is also a good thing in a sense... The hell this thing is shaking like this, the following even There is no support, will it really not fall? After a thousand years, have human beings finally gone crazy? !
But Carlos' good mood soon came to an end - when he finished his short flight, he discovered the unfortunate fact that the person he least wanted to see lived next door to him.
"Gal, your house is really flourishing." Carlos gritted his teeth and looked at this unworthy descendant.
Gal slapped his forehead suddenly: "Oh, that's right! I remembered, I'm going back to the temple to report, and I'm going to pick up Mike and Lily who were left at Mr. Goode's place, alright Carl, don't wait for me for dinner Alright, let's go, goodbye!"
He slipped away like a gust of wind.
Carlos had no choice but to turn his gun: "Evan, I treat you as a good brother."
Evan was clumsy with his tongue, and his round pie-shaped face quickly flushed red, oh unlucky boy, if he is willing to look in the mirror more at this time, maybe he won't be dizzy anymore.
"I... I need to use the bathroom, excuse me!"
Can guilt also make people have diarrhea, Mr. Evan
Carlos and Aldo were left staring at each other.
Aldo didn't seem to be recovering from the aftereffects of flying. He stood more than two flights of stairs, leaning on the railing, and rubbed his temples wearily: "I thought Carlos, the invincible hero, should be fearless." Yes, why don't you even dare to face me?"
"Hero—" Carlos sneered, "When did this word become so cheap?"
"Carl, look at me." Aldo pinched his chin lightly, staring closely at his eyes, "Are you afraid of me?"
Carlos narrowed his eyes, and said in a slick tone: "I am in awe of...the legendary supreme bishop."
Aldo ignored the thorns in his words, and asked pressingly: "You try to avoid me in every possible way, do you hate me? Dare you say it? Do you really hate me, or are you afraid of falling in love with me again? "
Carlos remained silent as if his mouth had been sewn shut by a needle.
"Tell me!" said Aldo, "Look me in the eyes and say!"
Carlos raised his eyebrows slightly, showing a slightly contemptuous expression: "What—"
He dragged his voice: "What makes you feel so good about yourself, Your Excellency Archbishop Altar? Don't you know what is worthy of fear and love in you?"
He grabbed Aldo's wrist and forcibly pulled it off. Where the two men were fighting, the joints made a crisp sound of collision.
"Stay away from me," he said grimly, walking up the stairs step by step, passing Archbishop Alfred, "Bastard."
The word "bastard" was like a knife, it stabbed hard into Aldo's chest, sucking out all the scarce blood on his face, he turned around suddenly out of control, his voice hoarse Say, "You can tell everyone, you can..."
"Stop being sentimental, I'm not for you." Carlos said without looking back, and slammed the door of his room hard.
Aldo stood on the stairs of the living room almost in a daze, with a dull pain in his chest that had been silent for many years, and there were thousands of curse words, but that guy always knew how to pick up the most deadly one and poked it hard. on my chest.
Aldo's fingers were trembling, and he pinched fiercely into the handrail of the corridor.
I don't know how long it took before he slowly walked up the stairs, his shoulders seemed to be sagging, like a wounded beast, dragging a bloody gash across his heart, whining and wandering, There was only one door slammed shut in front of him.
"It's okay," he said to himself, even trying to force an ugly smile, but failing somewhat, "it's tough, but it's nothing, really, compared to what it used to be… nothing."
Carlos leaned against the door, hearing the soft closing sound in his ears, suddenly his knees softened and he sat on the ground, covering his eyes with one hand.
"What did I say?" He looked like he wanted to punch himself, "How can I say something like this?"
He just sat on the ground like this until Evan knocked on the door in the evening and asked him to go out for dinner. Carlos belatedly felt a throbbing pain in his stomach.
"No," he said, "I have no appetite."
"Are you sick?" Evan asked, he hesitated for a moment, and then said, "There is your favorite egg tart, don't you want some?"
"No." Carlos said.
"So... do you need medicine and a therapist?" Evan asked, "Otherwise I'll call..."
"No, thanks." Carlos interrupted him, "I just want to be by myself for a while."
"Okay," Evan hesitated, "If you want to eat, I'll put it in the refrigerator for you, remember to put it in the microwave for a while, you learned how to use the microwave, right? Forget it, I'll be by the side Insert a note to remind you not to put metal products in it... "
Listening to Evan's rambling at the door, Carlos suddenly had an idea in his heart—I'd better leave.
The more he thought about it, the more he felt it made sense. Why bother here? After leaving here, you can also do your own thing, just like before, being a wandering bounty hunter, although a bit tough, but free and happy, don't have to think about anything, isn't it great
This coward was only first-rate when he was running away. He didn't even pack his luggage, didn't leave a note, picked up his sword and a box of chocolates, and jumped out of the window directly. A series of actions seemed to have passed It's the same as being tempered.