Mystery: Mr. Witch and Miss Hunter

Chapter 85 The Witch Playing Rules
At the door of the "Crucible and Top Hat" bar, Altaïr slightly adjusted his breathing, allowing his physical condition to return to a normal level.Otherwise, with his physical condition after running all the way, he would be easily affected by Gageran's disease.

Then, he opened the door and activated the wind chime at the door.

"...I should have told you more than once, don't come here during the day."

As expected, Gagaran was still taking a nap at the table.However, even though Altaïr's movement was very small, she woke up the moment Altaïr touched the wind chime.

"This time the matter is more urgent. I can let go of the previous investigation of that old Lynch. I will find a few homeless people to help me keep an eye on that Roger Matafari, and I will take turns to pray in his church in the name of prayer." , if he wants to run away, let me know immediately."

Altaïr grabbed the water glass on the bar and drank it dry in one gulp, panting twice.

Ge Gelan frowned: "You don't want to do something to that priest, do you? This will bring trouble to the sect."

She looked at Altaïr, noticed the ring and bracelet on his hand, and shook her head again.

"Although you have new abilities, killing a bishop of the Church of Storms is not a task you can complete."

"This has nothing to do with you, and I didn't say I was going to kill him."

Altaïr replied stiffly.

"Lie, little one, lie."

Gagaran shook his head impatiently, "How do you act as the instigator? When you yourself have strong emotions about something, it is not easy to lie. Although assassins can be moody You can't hide your eyes when you really want to kill someone."

Altaïr was silent, just sat down at the front desk and stared straight at Gagran.

"...That's why I said that the little guy in Sequence 7 is trouble."

Gagran felt uncomfortable being watched by Altaïr, and kicked the counter angrily, causing the round stool with wheels to slide back, avoiding Altaïr's gaze.

"Tell me, what's wrong with him?"

Altaïr thought for a while, and briefly described what the other party did, but concealed the parts related to the Tarot Society commission and Audrey, and pushed these to the Nighthawks.He believed that Gagaran must have known about this relationship before choosing him as a candidate. After all, the official Extraordinary informant is not a solid identity verification.

"That's it?"

After listening to Altaïr's description, Gagran sneered.

"Is your sense of justice a bit stronger? We are a cult organization in the eyes of the official Extraordinary. The cult organization helps the official Extraordinary remove the moths in the team, what is it trying to do? Do you think he has robbed us of our jobs?"

"And, do you really think that killing those people is a bad thing for them? If they don't die, that Rand will have to live with a green head for several years, and finally die from rheumatism and asthma; Lila She will bear the name of letting her daughter be a child prostitute until she catches the disease; as for Lopei? She got into this line of work before she arrives, do you think she has a future?"

"Forget it, if you really think so, why did you shoot that Rand in the end?"

Gagaran's words pierced straight into Altaïr's heart, causing him to bow his head in pain and cover his face with his hands.

"To put it another way, even without these things, is the motivation for the family to live because of the yearning for a better life in the future? Forget it, it's just that those sad devout believers still believe that suicide cannot go to the goddess' kingdom of God. .”

Gagaran turned a blind eye to Altaïr's performance, and continued to speak sharply: "Even if there was no work done by that craftsman, dare you say that you yourself have not given any thought of helping them out?"

Gagaran stretched out his white hands, the seemingly slender and weak fingers were surprisingly strong, and he forced away Altaïr's palm covering his face.

Gagran put her face close to Altaïr's ear, the originally soft and sweet voice was whispering like a demon, and every word that came out of her mouth made Altaïr almost go crazy in pain.

"Facing your own heart, Altaïr. Remember this powerless pain, and engrave it firmly in the deepest part of your heart. Use this pain to polish your humanity, and turn your moral bottom line into a peck You vulture of flesh and blood."

After finishing speaking, Gagran suddenly opened his mouth, and bit Altaïr's earlobe with sharp canine teeth that suddenly elongated. Blood beads instantly gushed out and splashed on Altaïr's side face and Gagran's lips. On the face, it seems that the former is paler and the latter is more charming.

Altaïr screamed, the bite just now seemed to constitute some kind of mystical ritual, the short pain that was enough to make ordinary people faint directly radiated from the earlobe to the whole body, making Altaïr paralyzed on the table, gasping for breath gruffly.

Ge Gelan licked the bright red blood on his lips, and smiled softly. "Very good...it seems that you have remembered this pain."

"I see...I won't trouble that priest."

Altaïr spoke with difficulty, the simple sentence made his facial muscles almost twisted and deformed, Gagaran's bite just now seemed to raise his powerless sense of guilt to the highest level, causing him to feel almost guilty in his heart now when he was forced to compromise Tortured to the point of collapse by guilt, tears poured out uncontrollably like a flood that opened the gate.

"What do you know?" Gagaran looked at the almost crazy future witch who was tortured by guilt, and suddenly burst out laughing. "It's not just a Sequence 6 hiding in the Church of the Storm, I'll kill it for you. If you do it yourself, you will easily cause trouble for the sect if your hands and feet are not clean."

Altaïr stared in amazement at Gagran whose attitude suddenly changed, not knowing what she was doing.

"Why did you suddenly..."

"No reason." Gagran stretched out his hand to support Altaïr's face, and gently wiped away the tears that flowed from his face due to the influence of extraordinary abilities. "We are a cult organization. It is reasonable for a cult organization to kill good people or people worse than us."

"Taking this opportunity, let me tell you one of the rules for playing a witch."

The expression on Ge Gelan's face gradually became distorted, half crying, half smiling, half smiling.

"We are witches, a collection of desires and humanity. No matter what you want to do is good or bad, and what kind of results it will bring, it is not a reason to restrict you. Witch, do whatever you want."

"If you want to do good things, enjoy the joy brought by praise wantonly, and if you want to do bad things, you should swallow the pain brought by the sense of immorality alone;"

"When someone helps you, you give him happiness; when someone hinders you, you give him pain."

Gagaran slowly concluded: "There is a clear distinction between love and hate, and there are no taboos!"

(End of this chapter)