Chapter 120 Secret

Chapter 120 Secret

Jinling, late at night.

In the quiet office, the white-haired middle-aged man drank tea silently, watching the rain falling outside.

There was a hurried knock on the door, and soon, a drenched young man walked in from the door, glaring at him: "Director Meng, what's the matter with the Philosopher's Stone recovery task? Didn't you agree that I will go?" Is it?"

"You don't need to worry about this matter, Xiao Hai." Director Meng replied, "Someone has already taken over."

"It's because of this, what the hell is that KP!"

The sublimator named Inner Sea widened his eyes: "Now that area on the high seas has become a border, maybe the recovered operators will be wiped out this time."

Director Meng's expression was still calm: "Probably the records in the shards have been activated. But after the death of a fifth-order sublimator, the memories of his life will remain in the shards—if they are handled properly, it may not be a disaster for them. It is a rare trial, maybe we can find a few usable talents."

"But I'm the one who has to deal with it, right?" Nei Hai's eyes widened: "What's the matter with handing it over to someone else? Is this a request from the Social Security Bureau?"

"This is a joint decision of the Social Security Bureau and the Tianhua Society."

Director Meng pondered for a moment, pointed to the chair in front of him, and motioned him to sit down: "I know that you must be very angry when you are called back after running halfway, and I understand that you are worried about what may happen to this matter.

But I can assure you that this matter will be handled safely. "

"Because of that what KP?"

Inner Sea frowned: "One of the masters of the Frontier Darknet suddenly ran into the present situation. Is there a problem with this matter? Why would he be interested in a fragment of the Philosopher's Stone?"

"Who knows?"

Director Meng said calmly: "The key is that he offered a price, Shangfeng agreed, and the Social Security Bureau has no objections, that's enough.

Besides, as far as I know, although that guy KP has a lot of bad tastes, he can be said to be one of the best creators in the world right now.

With him sorting out the records, there will be no mistakes, and you don't need to worry about new quarantines. "

"But what about those operators and inspectors?"

"KP has made assurances, but action will inevitably cost something."

Director Meng stared at the night outside the window, and couldn't help sighing softly: "Although there is probably no life-threatening danger, you will definitely be teased by that guy's bad taste, right?"

It took a lot of effort to board the ship, and there was a drizzle of rain in the sky. The passengers who had waited for a long time had already kept shouting from the sailors, and they didn't bother to line up at all, and people crowded and walked up.

For a while, Huai Shi was pushed back and forth among the crowd, staggered forward, heard a faint cry, felt something strange under her feet, and lowered her head to find that she was stepping on a white handkerchief, with the gold thread on the corner The embroidered H letter was trampled dirty.

He bent down to pick it up, looked around, and noticed that the man in the cloak in front looked back at him, his eyes were cold, but through the hood and the dim light, he could see the delicate side face. A strand of silver hair fell from the ear, which was particularly eye-catching.

"give me back."

She reached out, pulled her handkerchief from Huai Shi's hand abruptly, turned and left.

Huai Shi was pushed several times by the people behind, and staggered forward. Finally, under the guidance of the crew, they came to the guest room area. After choosing their own rooms, they agreed to meet again at dinner.

Huai Shi walked into the room, closed the door, and put away her luggage before finally opening her palm and looking at the thing that the homeless man stuffed into her hand.

That's a coin.

Ordinary Roman copper coins are carved with exquisite patterns, and the statues of angels are carefully engraved, while on the back, there is a cross-shaped notch, which delicately carves the symbols of the Father, the Son, and the Holy Spirit.

It looks like a work of art.

Tramp coins.

A trick popular during the industrial age among bankrupt merchants, vagabonds, and unemployed peasants who hoped to have more elaborately crafted coins in exchange for more money from their benefactors.

Or, simply out of boredom.

Such an explanation inexplicably appeared in his mind, which made him extremely uncomfortable.

He bent down, and as if by coincidence, he opened the suitcase along with everyone in the other rooms.

Then froze in place.

Time stands still here.

Import finished——

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"OK, everyone played well." KP applauded happily: "It seems that everyone has the potential to become an outstanding investigator, so let's make persistent efforts."

Ai Qing didn't speak.

The strong sense of contradiction and disharmony became more and more intense, making her feel as if she had forgotten something, and seemed to have overlooked something.

But KP didn't give her more time to think.

"Ah, I forgot to say."

KP patted his head in a daze: "Our group is a secret group... That is to say, each character card actually has its own secret and purpose behind it. Once exposed, it may lead to extremely bad things." It happened."

As he spoke, he took out a stack of envelopes and distributed them to all the inspectors participating in the game.

"According to your different choices and performances in the imported modules, I have arranged different identities and secrets for you."

KP laughed happily: "I hope that while protecting your secrets, everyone can cooperate sincerely to complete the goal of the module-successfully reach the New World."

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At that moment, Huai Shi suddenly realized from the astonishment.

He saw the contents of the suitcase—dozens of bottles filled with various items, an exquisite and ferocious hand crossbow, several test tubes filled with scarlet liquid, two daggers, a short knife, and the items in the suitcase. At the top, a heavy weapon suspended from a buckle.

It was a handaxe with a silver-plated blade, and the back of the ax was engraved with gorgeous and delicate incantations, and the dull blood color that had penetrated into it could be vaguely glimpsed.

Just by looking at it, one can tell that the lethality is astonishing.

But I am a cello player, why are there these things?

At that moment, he looked at the coin in his hand again, and his fingers seemed to move by themselves, causing the coin to continuously reverse at the fingertips, so the notch of the cross and the icon of the angel appeared reversely, like the key to open the seal , Untied the shackles in the mind.

In an instant, countless memories emerged from the darkness and poured into his mind.

"Find that person, follow that person, and kill that person!"

A majestic and old voice sounded in my ears: "At all costs, Van Helsing, at all costs, let the works of that blasphemer, let that deformed child who can only tarnish the great achievements of the gods be smashed to pieces!"

He finally remembered.

Huai Shi is just her disguise, and her true identity is a executioner trained by the Holy Spirit lineage.

Judge, Hunter, Unclean, Judas... There are many titles that are either praised or derogatory on the shoulders of people like me, because I am a dark creature cultivated by the religious order to clean up dark creatures. A heresy created to kill a heresy.

A sublime who bears the third-order stigmata vampire.

—The Witcher Van Helsing.

For more than a year, he has been carrying out the mission issued by the bishop: hunting down the pagan alchemist Paracelsus.

In order to find clues, his road almost ran through the entire territory of Rome, followed by clues, and finally arrived at this ship.

And Huai Shi's identity was just a disguise he chose to get on the boat. That unlucky cellist had long been abandoned by him in the wilderness.

He must kill the heretic before the ship reaches the New World, and then return here from the New World...

He recalled the cause and effect in an instant, but he felt more and more absurd in his heart.

No, something is wrong.

"I'm not Huai Shi?" He murmured softly, "I'm...Fan Helsing?"

I'm a cello player? i'm a musician I'm a witcher? I'm Huai Shi? I'm Van Helsing?

Who am I?

At that moment, he subconsciously groped the suitcase, wanting to find more things about himself, and finally touched something, something that didn't exist in the suitcase, no, it didn't even exist in this story.

a book?

No, it looks more like a diary.

The moment he opened the title page, countless electric lights flashed through his mind, criss-crossing, tearing through layers of fog and deliberately created darkness, and suddenly illuminating the whole situation.

Countless broken records were finally pieced together again to form a complete trajectory.

"I'm Huai Shi..."

He groaned suddenly from the analgesia in his head, as if he had finally woken up from the deepest part of his nightmare, but even so, he was still trapped in the nightmare.

He could feel the part that belonged to Van Helsing remained in his body, bringing bursts of thirst for blood.

His current body has become a demon hunter bearing the third-order vampire stigmata.

Whether it was the unspeakable hunger and thirst, or the mission that seemed to be engraved in the stigmata that he could not violate, it proved this point.

But what's going on here?

Suddenly crossed?

what the hell?

What happened?

Why did I come here out of nowhere?

A series of question marks kept appearing in his mind, which made him finally realize the wall hidden behind his consciousness, and a confused sight overlooking from nowhere.

"Ai Qing?"

At that moment, on the cargo ship, Ai Qing felt a sudden headache.

As if in a chain reaction, as Huai Shi woke up, the shackles on her head also loosened, and a gap opened.

"Oh? Has the second inspector noticed the effect of 'cognitive impairment' so soon?"

KP turned his head slowly, showing a helpless smile: "It's not good if the inspiration and intuition are too high... No, to some extent, the two of you are really a perfect match."

It was like being cut off into another world for an instant.

Obviously KP is still continuing to explain the story and explain the rules to others, but at the same time, his eyes are looking at himself, as if another person has been split, looking at Ai Qing's confused expression.

Soon, that faint intuition turned into a flash of inspiration, breaking through the blocked memory, waking up from the trance and obsession, and knowing where he was.

Look no further.

At that moment, Ai Qing instinctively drew the gun and pulled the trigger.