Interior of the church.

Instead of going to the main hall to pray, the investigator found a priest.

After presenting the investigator's certificate, he was taken to a small room behind the church.

Inside the room, a bishop was reading a book.

He is about fifty years old, with white hair and a sleek face.

"The third-level investigator Longcole pays tribute to you, His Excellency Bishop Brown!"

Longkoll gave a salute: "This is my observation report on the goals this week!"

He said, handing over a document.

"Thank you for your hard work, please sit down."

Bishop Brown took the document and began to read slowly.

In every big city in the Federation, the bishop of Sisui and Qimeng, plus the Special Affairs Bureau, is the strongest force in the mysterious realm.

"According to my investigation, Angel Regella is just an ordinary person, bewitched and entered the 'skinned club'... She herself has nothing unusual."

Longkoll was reporting at the same time.

"So, she was just a slight surveillance," Brown said gently.

‘Yes, I was just assigned to me as an intern investigator to perform the tracking mission.’ Longkoll rolled his eyes.

As an intern investigator, Longkoll's biggest goal is to accumulate enough merit or work hours and be promoted to a third-level investigator.

Although it is said that the second-level investigator can open the mysterious door, he did not have such a luxury at this time and just wanted to get a salary mixed.

Among the federal institutions, people like him are the majority.

Moreover, the salary and allowances of the third-level investigators are already generous enough!

"Comprehensive information from all aspects, it is already certain that this 'skin club' has a big problem... It does not even exist in the real world. It only opens the entrance at a specific time, and the entrance opened every time is also in a different location..."

After reading all the information, Bishop Brown gently tapped his finger on the desktop: "This is a very clever ritual or nameless skill... It means that behind it there may be a 'upgrade' or even a 'perfect'!"

Longkoll took a deep breath: "This is an amazing big shot, so do we continue?"

"certainly!"

Brown chanted a few words in a cold voice: "Life is short, so it is better to indulge in**... Devour sweet things and be eaten by sweet things. We are happy and enjoy the supreme pleasure from them... This is the typical black blood master's doctrine! The skinning club may be just a layer of skin covered by those notorious organizations in history!"

‘Yes, and Sisui’s church hates the Lord of Black Blood very much, and it is said that the ritual forces will conflict with each other…’

Longkoll added in his heart.

"The so-called wine and food are probably the bait to screen the servants... the root of evil must be interrupted."

Bishop Brown stood up, and the 'upgrader' looked very determined: "The last time the church party made a big splash in Byron City was our dereliction of duty. If they hadn't run fast, I would have to burn them to ashes... This time, I will not have any failure."

"The Special Service will do our best to help you."

Longkoll saluted again and made a promise.

...

"So that's the case, is Sisui's church?"

At this moment, outside the church, Zhong Shenxiu was feeding pigeons while listening to the spiritual body's reports.

There is no powerful soul to enslave, and these ordinary earth-bound spirits can only do small things such as eavesdropping and surveillance.

Fortunately, after transformation and strengthening, although it is still useless, it is hidden enough.

"Subordinate of the Lord of Black Blood, the skinning club?"

When Zhong Shenxiu heard the news, he sprinkled the last bait and turned around and left.

‘Why did this club suddenly appear in Byron? Is it for the follow-up of the cup-by-couple group? But Maxli and Cadillian both left one after another…’

He was a little puzzled, but he didn't take it too seriously.

Before Angel's life-threatening time was yet to come, he chose to go home and sleep first.

...

25 Merlin Avenue.

living room.

"Well, Jones has guests?"

Zhong Shenxiu walked into the house and suddenly saw Jones talking to a man wearing a painter's art hat.

The figure and temperament of this man are exactly the same as the "painter" I met in the mysterious gathering.

"Levi!"

When Jones saw Zhong Shenxiu coming back, he stood up in a hurried manner: "I'll introduce this person, Mr. Denrick, a very talented painter."

"Hello!"

Denrik took the initiative to reach out.

"Levi, Levi Mojito!" Zhong Shenxiu reached out and shook with him.

"Of course, I've heard your brother say it."

Denrick blinked: "It is said that you are also a very good 'bartender'!"

He deliberately emphasized the tone on the last word.

"Jones, go back to the room, I have something to talk about with Denrick."

Zhong Shenxiu narrowed his eyes. Although he was not afraid of his identity being exposed at all now, there were so many layers of space left.

But, it's better not to let Jones get involved.

After Jones left, Zhong Shenxiu released a layer of spiritual soundproof wall and sat on the sofa with a low voice: "Painter, since you know it's me, you shouldn't sell that dangerous painting to my brother."

For some reason, Denrick felt cold in his heart when he saw this bartender and explained involuntarily: "I didn't know when I sold paintings."

"What's wrong with you here this time?"

Zhong Shenxiu asked without comment.

"The main thing is to visit. Apart from that, you probably don't know that our party members have changed a lot..."

The painter's voice is low.

"oh?"

Zhong Shenxiu signaled the other party to continue.

"After the group of Rose, Jasmine, Shadow, the butchers were not in charge at all, and the old drunkard and the watchmaker died..."

"Death is always sudden."

Zhong Shenxiu sighed: "What's going on?"

"I don't know, I just released their identity afterwards... If it was just their own business, it would be fine. If someone specifically targeted our circle, then everyone would be in danger!"

Denrick is a little nervous.

"I think...they may have just accidentally provoked someone..." Zhong Shenxiu made a guess, such as the skinning club.

"No, you don't understand! I drew a prophetic painting... The colors on it are revealing me... More than a wave of darkness is invading this city. We are in danger, and everyone is in danger!"

Denrik's eyes were red and blood-filled: "When the crisis came, our circle not only did not actively prepare to save himself, but instead, everyone buried their heads in the sand like an ostrich. This is wrong. If this continues, maybe you and me will die tomorrow..."

"So what?" Zhong Shenxiu admitted that the other party was a bit inflammatory and asked without any objection.
Chapter completed!