Chapter 20: chapter 16.5
Chapter 64 Funeral
Underground of St. Selina Church, guarding room outside Chanis Gate.
The buildings on the ground have completely disappeared, and the Blackthorn Security Company has become history. The belated "Red Gloves" can only, with the help of the Tingen local government, set up a perimeter around the ruins to avoid curiosity. reporters and people approached.
The terrible disaster that occurred at the "Nighthawks" team station was processed by the official newspaper and turned into a premeditated explosion planned by terrorists, which can be regarded as a barely convincing explanation to the secular society.
Leonard Mitchell leaned back on the chair, sitting in a fairly decent posture, and faced the gentleman in black with his collar completely raised in front of him, and reluctantly cheered up.
"You mean, you suspect that there is something wrong with Klein, that he is a spy sent by the Eternal Sun Church?"
"Do you suspect that his accomplices took away the characteristics of 2-105 and recycled 3-0782?"
Although he had been treated with ritual magic, his complexion was still very poor, and the blush caused by anger was particularly obvious on his pale cheeks.
"Don't get excited, this is just a guess." Crested Sesima's lips were too thin to see the blood, and her dark green eyes were full of helplessness. "You should have seen the test report, not the Holy Church There is a bias against Klein Moretti. The results given by the 'Machine Heart' are obvious. It is not the power of Saint Selina's ashes that destroys the monsters. There is indeed an inextricable connection between the disappearance of 3-0782 and the Yang Yan that burned the monsters to death. Divided connections."
"And no one says that Klein Moretti is a spy of the Eternal Sun Church. You should know that sometimes a person's will can be easily affected by the aura of a high-ranking being."
Shortly after the "Red Gloves" arrived, the Archbishop of the Church of the God of Steam and Machinery in Ahowa County also sent a small team, only half a day behind the Church of the Night.
Crestel reached out and pulled down the raised collar, as if he wanted to close the distance between the two in this way.
"To be able to create 'Yang Yan' on this scale, we have reason to suspect that the so-called third-level sealed object is just a disguise after the high-sequence characteristics of the 'Sun' pathway are sealed."
Of course, it is more likely that the things hidden in 3-0782 are inextricably linked to the Eternal Sun itself, so it can attract the attention of the "sun".
Crestel kept the words in his stomach that there was a bigger secret hidden behind.
"camouflage?"
Leonard instinctively wanted to retort, but before he could fully straighten his upper body, he interrupted his movement and turned his head to the side.
The decadent and numb "Nighthawk" was quiet for a while, then suddenly lost all his strength, turned back into an emotionless corpse, and shrank back into his seat.
"Anyway, it was Klein who saved us."
"If you want to investigate something, I have no clues that I can provide to the church."
He stubbornly stated his position.
After speaking, he turned his head and no longer looked at the senior deacon in front of him.
The same answer... Crestel Sesima looked at Leonard, whose emotional aura was as stagnant as a ball of stagnant water, with only rich sadness settling in the depths, and gave up asking.
"I see."
He asked himself, if such a thing happened to him, he might make a similar choice.
"In short, after inspection, the evaluators of the Red Gloves and I agreed that the Tingen branch still retains enough strength to continue to take on the responsibility of guarding the holy relics. The church will dispatch new holy relics to make up for the Chanis Gate. The missing power."
"As for the problems with the squad itself, captain Dunn Smith has lost the ability to continue promotion. His captaincy may be transferred to Daly Simmons, and there will be new support staff to fill your losses."
Leonard, who was sitting in the corner, turned his green eyes and his body was still facing Sesima.
"Where's old Neil?"
"Neil used his own life to ensure the stability of other sealed objects behind Chanis Gate. He is a dedicated 'Nighthawk'."
When the "Nighthawk" team blocked Megoos, Old Neil and the internal watchers were also fighting against the sealed object that had lost its suppression. Suffering from both confinement and psychological torture, he died at his post as he wished. past mistakes.
"...Okay." Leonard's lips trembled for a long time before he uttered a single word with difficulty.
He nodded vaguely.
"Thanks."
...
"Thanks."
Klein felt that his brain must have been burned out by the divinity of the true Creator and the fire of the eternal blazing sun, so he could say such stupid things.
He sat at the top with his body tilted downwards, but he did not dare to look away from "Secret", and the awkward atmosphere became more and more intense.
"Tingen, is Tingen safe?" Klein decided to change the topic.
"It's pretty safe."
"Secret" gave an ambiguous answer.
"I can't interfere with the outside world, nor can I observe too much of the outside world. However, in Tingen, the city where you are located, I can confirm that the divinity left behind by the 'Hanged Man' has disappeared. As for the other things, I don't know. ."
"The Hanged Man" refers to the true Creator?
"Secret" said that I commanded the true god of the enemy country. The blood in 3-0782 was indeed that of the eternal blazing sun. He actually sent down his power. The conflict between him and the true Creator is deep...
Klein relaxed slightly, then frowned and restrainedly expressed his dissatisfaction.
"Aren't you an ally with the True Creator?"
"Why do the monsters contaminated by Him target and even want to kill me?"
After the "Sun Flame" spell broke out, whether it was a curse containing blasphemous power that could directly severely damage the spirit, or the charred black figure separated by Megoose, they all showed obvious hostility towards themselves.
If Leonard had a special intention and Dunn was the medium through which the saint's ashes exerted their power, then Klein could only have it because of the gray fog and "secret" behind it.
"Secret" sitting in the "Magician" seat glanced in front of Klein without any guilt and said in a cold voice:
"You have read my holy book, and you should know that the Creator who was reborn after being betrayed by White, Storm, and Wisdom was unable to escape the pain of death and was infected with a curse."
"If it is the true body, he may still have the possibility of control, but what appears in Tingen is only the power he has given up. For him, venting his malice is like an instinct engraved in his soul, like drinking water. We will definitely give priority to eliminating enemies that can pose a threat to ourselves."
The "secret" reason is quite reasonable. Klein can't find anything to refute or question, so he can only accept it.
"Then your followers, why did they take me away?"
When Klein saw that there was no breakthrough in one direction, he changed to another.
"Secret" outlines a smile without a smile.
On his face with clear lines and sharp edges, his dark eyes were narrowed to a slit, staring at him, which sent chills down Klein's back.
"Give me a simple example."
"You are considered my successor. In our era, you are like a bloodless adopted son who will inherit my property."
"It's just that my will has not been made public, and there is still a group of people who want to take away this attractive wealth. So what do you think my brother should do now?"
Of course, he should take back the inheritance one step in advance, and then decide whether to inherit it by his "adopted son" based on the situation... Klein easily got the answer.
Well, from what I said before "Secret", the connection with Gray Mist is a one-sided accident that does not depend on personal will.
I previously speculated that the nature of the gray mist may be a necessity for becoming a god through the "divineer" path, but now looking at it, it is closely related to the god's position, and is it not a necessity for becoming a god?
Otherwise, the true god of each path will become an arranged script, which is too fatalistic.
More than 1,300 years have passed since the end of the Fourth Age. For such a long time, the Seven Gods, who have irreconcilable conflicts with the "Mystery", have not gone further and killed his spiritual body. Does this mean that they It is impossible to find the existence of the gray fog, nor can it deprive the owner of the connection with the gray fog, at least it cannot be easily deprived... For example, this method cannot be done through this method?
Perhaps it can also be counted as an adjacent path... Klein sighed softly, deliberately showed his hands to "Secret" and said:
"But I'm already dead."
He gives up control of his face and expresses real loss and sadness.
"Am I also trapped in this gray fog, or will my soul dissipate directly?"
"My body will probably be recovered by the church. The strong men from the church have already arrived. Is it possible that your followers can dig me out of the grave?"
"Secret", whose figure had become much lighter, looked at his body without raising his head.
"As long as the traces of Klein Moretti have not been completely erased and his blood and blood-related connections remain, you can be resurrected."
"What do you want to do to Benson and Melissa?"
Klein jumped up as if he was electrocuted. He put his hands on the table and pressed his upper body toward "Mystery" excitedly, as if he wanted to exert pressure in this way.
"Secret", who had been looking at his body, suddenly stopped and looked up at his superiors.
"You have only lived with them for less than two months, and not much of the real Klein Moretti's spirit body is left. Only his memory. Will you be affected to this extent?"
"Taking into account the good impression left by the memory, the two acquaintances who have only been together for half a year, and the opportunity to resurrect from the dead and regain their freedom, I think this should be a very simple choice."
Klein's eyebrows knitted into a straight line, he stared at "Mystery" for a few seconds, and then slowly lowered his head.
He kept taking deep breaths, and kept using this method to control his emotions, control his thoughts and not go astray, and said with great reluctance:
"I died because of my choice..."
"I..." He sat back in the high-backed chair, leaned his head on the back of the chair, and looked at the dome dotted with stars, "I have already lived once with the lives of their brothers. I can't do it." Then take theirs."
If in a novel, there is such a chance to come back from the dead, the protagonists may easily respond and start a new story with joy.
But Klein...Zhou Mingrui couldn't do it.
Although he admits that he is not a Virgin, and Benson and Melissa are not really brothers and sisters in his heart, these two most familiar strangers still occupy a large part of his heart, and the "Nighthawks" team The members, Mr. Azik, and the many people who really live in Tingen make up all that is alive in this world.
"That's it. I'm willing to wait with you until we are free."
Klein raised a smile on his lips, looked at Mystery calmly, and saw a pair of playful eyes.
Even the gray mist could not hide his joking and sarcastic smile. "Secret" broke his usual indifference and mocked with real emotion:
"Did I say that you need to take away their lives for your resurrection?"
His figure almost completely blended into the background, with only the outlines showing the difference between gray and black.
"You can leave the gray fog."
"This is your own miracle, you don't need anyone's help."
"I just hope that the next time I see you, I won't lose my life in vain because of you."
"resurrection?"
Klein didn't hide his surprise, and stretched out his hand to save the "mysterious" figure.
It's just that this futile action will definitely not stop the process of "Mysterious"'s body becoming blurred. His own consciousness also fell into blur bit by bit, and grayness poured into his eyes.
With a bang, Klein fell onto the long table, and a deep red burst from the depths of his spirit body.
...
"Miss Melissa, right?"
"I'm your brother's boss, you can call me Dunn, Dunn Smith."
"I'm sorry that your brother Klein died at the hands of a vicious criminal in order to save some people. He was a hero, a real hero."
Melissa stood in front of the tomb, her eyes unfocused and unfocused, looking at the black and white photo of Klein on the tombstone. UU Reading www.uukanshu.net She couldn't help but think of that terrible afternoon.
On the third day after Klein lost news, a police inspector sitting in a wheelchair, with silver flowers on his shoulders, and who seemed to have a very high position knocked on her door and delivered the bad news.
Benson and Klein's colleagues had already walked over carrying the coffin. Melissa looked blankly in the direction they were walking and saw Mr. "Mourning Bird" in black.
He is about thirty years old, with a straight nose and a somewhat receding hairline. His gray eyes are dim and faded, as if they have lost their brightness.
He was pushed by a pale-skinned, beautiful lady, and next to him was a girl who looked about the same age as Klein and had a smooth forehead, crying.
Melissa didn't know these people, and she only had some impressions of a few faces.
Outside the tomb, standing far away, those who did not attend the funeral, wearing uniform black coats with bright red hands, and the uniformly-colored "police inspectors" surrounding the tomb, obeyed the priest's call, took off their hats, and neatly stood in front of the tomb. A red moon is drawn on the chest.
During the final chorus of "Praise the Goddess," Melissa suddenly felt an absurd sense of alienation.
Her brother died, leaving only three short lines of words.
"The best brother;"
"The best brother;"
"Best co-worker."
Her brother is really dead.
...
The lilies swayed gently, reflecting the crimson color. There had just been a heavy rain, and the moist soil exuded a unique fragrance after the rain.
Suddenly, the stone slab sealing the tomb was turned over, and a slightly pale hand stretched out from the soil.
A young man who looked exactly like the photo on the tombstone was crawling on the edge of the coffin, looking at the three people confronting each other in the dark night, and stretched out his hand with an embarrassed look on his face.
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