This brave man is a scumbag

Chapter 162 Weird
"Nursery rhymes and folktales?"

After Roja left, Elma put down the photo in her hand, and asked Zhou Li curiously: "Zhou Li, do you think these three monsters and nursery rhymes are related to folk tales?"

"Remember that I told you on the airship that Jordan has another nickname besides Fog City?"

"of course I remember."

Elma put her knees together, shook her body slightly, and replied, "You told me that Jordan is also known as the capital of grotesques."

Zhou Li took the teacup on the side, put the sugar cubes into the black tea, and stirred it slowly, "Jordan is called the capital of grotesques, mainly because of one person and his thousand and one books."

Jordan means "promised land" in British slang.It is said that when Yingnan was established, an ordinary human being wrote a thousand strange stories full of strange colors in Jordan.A thousand kinds of monsters that only exist in people's fantasy, such as werewolves, vampires, bandaged monsters, and skeletons, appeared in his works and in books.

Originally, this was supposed to be just the story of a talented writer.However, in the records, this author whose life name is unknown did not stop writing after writing the thousandth volume of the grotesque "Carlos's Puppet Maid".He quit his job in the publishing house, locked himself in the house, and started writing the thousand and one grotesques day and night.

Since that day, he has not communicated with anyone, he has cut off all social relations, and he has given up invitations from high society.Writers shut themselves in little rooms and give up everything but crazy writing.He kept writing, but no matter how he exaggerated the horror in the book and created even weirder monsters, the one thousand and one weirdness he wanted to write just didn't appear.

As time goes by, people gradually forget the man known as the father of weirdness, and the house at No. 110, Baker Street, which is no longer inhabited.Because it's been 100 years since that man published his last grotesque, and no one will care about a madman who disappeared a hundred years ago, and no one will remember him.

"But the grotesques remembered him."

Zhou Li put down the glass that had already bottomed out, facing Alma who was listening to the story intently, Zhou Li's voice was slightly low.

"At the time, no one knew that the thousand and one grotesque volume had actually been written long ago."

"The writer is the ultimate grotesque."

The writer is dead, there is no ink in his room, no paper, and the last pen is completely useless.And he himself didn't have any strength to pick up the pen and write down the characters.

However, his book was written.

Human skin paper, blood turned into ink, and bones were pulled out to be used as pens.

He used himself to write the last grotesque.

"What about the book?"

After Zhou Li finished the story, Elma raised her head and asked puzzledly, "Where did this human skin book go in the end?"

"Burn."

Zhou Li shrugged his shoulders, removed the black mist that was used to exaggerate the atmosphere, and said to Elma in a relaxed tone: "How can this kind of thing be kept? Throw it into the fire and burn it, otherwise? Keep it for trouble?"

"Ah~"

Hearing this, Elma lay down on the table, pouted her lips and made a puffing sound, then smiled and said to Zhou Li: "That's pretty good, so no one will be hurt by such weird things. "

"Ah."

Zhou Li stroked Erma's hair with a smile, Eroma's eyebrows were like crescent moons, and she was full of smiles.The sunlight outside the window quietly appeared and fell beside the two of them.

It has been a week since the signing of the contract with Roya. During this period, Zhou Li found a single-family house facing the street with a relatively good location.Relying on the identity of the "Jordanian famous detective" created by the authorities to control panic, Zhou Li bought this house without going through too many procedures, and used it as his and Elma's residence and work place in Yingnan.

In the early morning, when the bell was ringing, Roja came to the door.

"Any clues?"

During this week, those monsters did not take any action as if they were taking care of Zhou Li to buy a house, and there was no problem except that the werewolf still didn't say a word.There are also clues about vampires and bandage monsters, but they are not formed, and Zhou Li and Detective Kite are also helpless.

Today, Roja's arrival brought good news and bad news to Zhou Li.

"Mr. Folders, I have a bad news and a good news. Which would you like to hear?"

Facing Roja, who was getting more and more involved in his relationship with him, and even made some small jokes, Zhou Li pushed the black tea in front of him, and said with a smile: "Let's talk about the bad news first, I prefer to prepare for the worst. "

"The bad news is that the king is dead."

"Oh."

Zhou Li nodded, then he picked up the milk tea with sugar in front of him, just put it in his mouth, suddenly raised his head, and asked in amazement: "What? Wait a minute, what did you just say?"

"The king is dead."

Facing Zhou Li with a look of astonishment, Roja repeated what he said just now, and added: "Just a week ago, King William III was found dead in his bedroom. He was crucified in the On the cross, the body is covered with red patterns."

Like a ruthless photo machine, Roja took out a photo from his waist and handed it to Zhou Li.Zhou Li took the photo, and it was a fat, graceful and luxurious naked man with a cross.The man was nailed to the cross. Four thick and long iron nails went through his limbs to firmly fix him on the red wooden board. There was also a hideous silver nail piercing through his face, destroying him. face.

And what concerned Zhou Li most about this photo was that on the man's bare skin, there were a bunch of seemingly disordered red lines all over his body.

"This line..."

Zhou Li narrowed his eyes, and whispered to himself, "I seem to have seen it somewhere."

"Your memory is correct." Roja seemed to know what Zhou Li meant, nodded and said to him: "According to the information we collected, on the night when the werewolf committed the crime, the blood moon outside the window was covered with It's the lines."

"Seven days ago it was the king, then Duke Mintz, then Count Asman, and finally the boss."

Zhou Li's brain was running fast, and he put together all the possible clues in an instant.

"Roja, let me ask you a question."

Raising his head, Zhou Li asked Roja solemnly, "Duke Mintz, Earl Asman, and that boss, have they all been exposed to the Gospel?"

"Yes."

Roja nodded and said in agreement: "We have already noticed this. In fact, the professions of these three people are all endowed by the Gospel."

"Duke Mintz is a hunter by profession, Earl Assmann is a healer by profession, and Hilary is a mathematician by profession. They all listened to the Gospel when they were 12 years old and became professionals."

"Where's the king?"

"The profession of a king is a leader, and this is not given to him by the Gospel."

Facing Zhou Li's question, Roja answered carefully: "King William III's occupation was given by the leadership union, and he has never been exposed to the Gospel in his life. It is precisely because of this that we are very troubled now."

At this moment, Roja's communicator rang.After making a gesture, he put the communicator next to his ear and began to communicate with the person opposite.After a while, Roja put down the communicator, and said to Zhou Li with a serious expression:

"Mr. Folders, the latest news is that the Gospel Cathedral where the Gospel is located has been attacked, and we are now requesting assistance."

"Walk."

Without hesitation, Zhou Li got up and opened the closet, and put on a gray-black trench coat with a stand-up collar.At this moment, Elma, who had just woken up, came out of the house, and asked Zhou Li sleepily:
"What's wrong? Are you going out?"

"As usual, I have the key."

Zhou Li, who had already set up the restraint in the house, reminded Elma, then he picked up his cane and left the house with Roja.

“Okay~~~”

Waving her hand in the direction where Zhou Li was leaving, Elma yawned a long time, then she wobbled towards the dining table, muttering words,

"I get up late and have breakfast in the second cabinet. If Zhou Li leaves alone and doesn't open the door to strangers, Black Mist..."

Elma walked to the sofa, gently gathered the black mist from the handle of the sofa, and placed it on her shoulder like a cat.After gently touching the black mist, Elma went to the kitchen, looking for breakfast.

At this time, Zhou Li had already boarded the military vehicle that Roja had just repaired, and was driving towards the Gospel Cathedral at high speed.

"Have you confirmed the type of enemy?"

In the car, Zhou Li asked Roja on the side: "How many people, what type of enemies, and how strong are they?"

"An enemy whose type is hard to describe to you, but whose strength is at least at the peak of brilliance."

After calmly answering Zhou Li's question, Roja performed a beautiful drift test and crashed into a stone pier. Relying on the powerful performance of the military vehicle, the stone pier shattered, and the car was fine.

After passing the last intersection, Zhou Li and Roja came to a higher platform.The two got out of the car and came to the edge of the platform, and saw the enemies who were hitting the cathedral barrier.

About 12 meters in length, the huge monster made of pale white bones waved the bone stick in its hand, and kept hitting the barrier of the Gospel Cathedral.Accompanied by the criss-crossing sound of bangs, bone fragments flew in all directions, and a sharp bone spur burst out of the smashed ground, and the breath of blood and death came oncoming.

"Skull?"

Zhou Li narrowed his eyes, he seemed to have thought of something, and the corner of his mouth curled into an imperceptible arc.Then he looked at Roja on the side, and asked in a deep voice: "How long will it take for the fastest legion to come here?"

"Today is Thanksgiving, and half of all legions are on vacation..."

Facing the oppressive giant skeleton, Roja's face was very ugly, "The rest of the people didn't eat for prayer, and only drank a little water at six o'clock in the morning. Now the legion that can be mobilized and has the ability to move, Only the fourth squadron of the Templars is left, but because the fourth squadron is stationed far away, it will take three or ten minutes at the earliest to arrive."

"According to the answer from the people inside, this shield can only last for 10 minutes."

Hearing this, Zhou Li suddenly felt speechless.Apart from making the underground aborigines grateful, this Thanksgiving is only useful for outsiders to invade.For such an important city like Jordan, after such an emergency, there was no second legion capable of fighting to come to support it. No wonder the crime rate remained high all year round.

As for attacking the giant skeleton with Roja, Zhou Li didn't even think about it.The main reason for getting the werewolf out last time was because of the tight time and the ability to crush the werewolf.Of course, the sneak attack of justice also accounts for a large part of the reason.But it was a werewolf, at least a humanoid species, with a throat, a neck, and a butt, something capable of backstabbing.

This skeleton giant is 12 meters high, even if Zhou Li is given 10 minutes, he can engrave it with loyalty and dedication to the country.

"Can you contact the nearest arsenal around?"

After hearing Zhou Li's inquiry, Roja suddenly understood something, he quickly took out the communicator and started to connect, and after a while, he gave the answer.

"There is an arsenal twelve kilometers from here."

"You go and drive... Forget it, I will drive and let them prepare enough blasting powder and launchers."

After all, Zhou Li flew directly into the car, stepped on the accelerator and got stuck on a tree stump beside him.After angrily kicking the tree stump and driving into the sidewalk, Zhou Li followed Roja's instructions and sped towards the arsenal.

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"hu~hu~hu~"

Flipping through the books about the local conditions and customs of southern England, Elma, who was sitting on the recliner, swayed her smooth calf, puffed her cheeks and gently blew the black mist in front of her.

dong dong dong.

At this moment, there was a knock on the door, and Elma immediately stopped what she was doing, closed her mouth, and looked at the door nervously.

"Hi, I'm a friend of Mr. Folders. I'm here to visit today. Is anyone at home?"

Outside the door, a soft female voice sounded.Elma didn't make any sound, she put away the books lightly, and sat on the chair motionless.The black mist on the shoulders had already floated by the door, quietly suspended in the air.

"Hello, is anyone home?"

Another greeting, but Elma was still speechless.

"nobody?"

The woman's voice sounded outside, and then a thick voice with indecipherable gender replied:

"Then put the gift down, trust me, he will help us."

Something seemed to be placed at the door, and with two different footsteps, the room returned to calm.

Elma still didn't move, she sat quietly on the recliner, staring at the door, her blue eyes were full of calm, like a deep ocean without waves.

The sun fell behind Elma, the white bouquet in the vase swayed gently with the wind, time seemed to be elongated, making it hard to breathe.

"it's a pity."

The woman said regretfully: "It seems that the girl is really not here."

(End of this chapter)