Weird collapse, chasing husband crematorium

"The day before yesterday, I predicted that the city's richest man would die of fear. He was consumed by worry, and I became a murderer. Before his death, I made a will stating that if the prophecy came true, whoever could kill me would inherit his fortune. To ensure their legitimate inheritance, his children colluded with the Vatican to bring me to justice."

"Aren't you afraid?" Li Mo said softly, "You are still not the person I'm looking for. If I leave now, you will suffer humiliation and pain and then die."

"Not afraid."

"why?"

"Because I did not see my own death."

"...You are right. You sowed the seeds and now you are reaping the fruits."

As soon as he finished speaking, Li Mo's gaze shifted to the chains. A bit of black mist floated out of the void and enveloped them, instantly engulfing the chains and annihilating them in the deeper darkness.

He immediately walked forward and hugged Irene, who was slumped on the ground, to his chest. He looked back and looked down at the steam cars that were approaching, followed by many people in uniforms holding ancient guns.

"I will protect you for three days and help you clear your name. This is my way of repaying you for saving my life."

Li Mo walked down from the execution platform, with hundreds of guns aimed at his head.

"Stop! I'll shoot if you move any further!" the gunman warned.

A middle-aged man rushed out from the crowd and shouted anxiously, "Shoot! This man is in cahoots with the witch! He deserves death!"

"He is the second son of that wealthy man. To fight for his wealth, he killed his brother. He then contacted the Vatican, promising them one-third of the wealth in exchange for help, and then slandered and spread rumors."

Irene's weak voice barely escaped her throat.

"If I were to know, no one can hide their ugly deeds. These insignificant matters are not worth wasting my extra 'memory space' on. The evildoers will be killed."

Li Mo ignored the warning and took another step forward.

"Anyone who has evil thoughts towards me will bow down and kneel on the ground."

As the voice fell, the gunman, the rich man's second son, and the vicious people in the crowd seemed to have their spines pulled out. They crawled on the ground like four-legged beasts, unable to lift their heads.

"Quick, run!"

"This man is a devil! A devil! Find the bishop!"

People fled in all directions, and Li Mo did not stop them. Those who were able to leave did so out of survival instinct and fear of the unknown, not with any ill intentions.

Li Mo walked slowly and unhurriedly to the rich man's second son, his eyes indifferent.

"I've seen many people like you frame and harm innocent people for their own selfish desires."

"No, no, that's not the case! If it weren't for her prophecy, how could my father have died of heart failure? I was only avenging my father. It's only natural. What's wrong with that?! Don't think I don't know. You're just lucky. God has blessed you with special powers. If not, would you have the courage and the capital to say these things? You pretentious fellow!"

The rich man's second son roared hysterically and glared at Li Mo with hatred.

"You're right." Li Mo's tone was calm, without any anger or annoyance, and without any expression. "I'm giving you a chance now. Since you are so open-minded, it's only natural to avenge your father."

Chapter 13: Irene of Seqin

Li Mo created a mirror and placed it in front of the rich man's second son.

"All you need to do is tell this mirror that you are willing to give up all of your father's wealth to avenge your family's death and will not enjoy a single cent. Then I will let you kill her, but you will be mentally stigmatized for the rest of your life and will never touch your father's property."

"You, are you willing?"

Li Mo's words were heart-piercing, and the rich man's second son, who had been speaking generously, suddenly lost his voice.

"I, I...why should I swear such an oath? It is reasonable for me to inherit my father's property and avenge my father's death!"

"Reasonable? You scared yourself to death, but you put the blame on others. Do you think you deserve to wear a crown? Others have their mouths, but the road is under your feet."

"The self-righteousness you speak of is nothing but greed and hypocrisy. Ultimately, you are only stronger than her, and that's why you can judge a witch who is helpless."

The rich man's second son retorted, "Aren't you? You're just better than me, so you're qualified to reason here!"

"Yes."

Li Mo's straightforward admission left the rich man's second son stunned.

This person? Why did he just admit it? Shouldn't he justify his actions?

Li Mo lowered his gaze, placed his finger on the middle-aged man's forehead, and said softly, "The law of the jungle may be the law of survival in every world, but it is definitely not the truth."

"Many people become strong in order to climb higher and step on more people. But I become strong so that I can protect my own little family."

"I won't deny my ugliness, because... it at least proves that I'm still human, that I still have humanity."

"Weird is fair, and I am fair too."

"I won't peek into your memories, because I don't want to bring more pollution to this world. But I will never be soft-hearted. She has done me a favor, so today... you must die."

"I will let you die knowingly. This is my fairness."

Li Mo covered Irene's eyes with his other hand.

When the word "fair" disappeared, the head of the rich man's second son exploded like fireworks, and his brain and skull were shattered and scattered all over the ground.

There are many ways to die, but only the most primitive one is clean. The others will more or less bring pollution to the world.

The level of pollution on my body is now extremely terrifying. If I am not careful, it will leave hidden dangers.

Never use strange abilities to solve problems that can be solved with fists.

Irene pushed Li Mo's hand away, and after seeing the bloody scene, she pursed her lips and remained in a daze for a long time.

She didn't see that future.

"Is this fair?"

"It's fair. If I hadn't come today, you would have listened to the eulogy and then died in agony before everyone's eyes." Li Mo turned sideways, looking at the others prostrating themselves on the ground. "The rules are correct. Wherever I look, I'll kill no one."

……

……

A moment later, corpses piled up under the execution platform, and human tissue and blood formed a road.

If you want to kill someone, you must be prepared to be killed. How fair is that?

"what's next?"

"I told you I would clear your name. I'll make them admit your innocence. Those who remain stubborn will die."

"Is this fair?"

"My heart and my actions are as clear as a clear mirror, and everything I do is righteous."

"Pfft!"

"why are you laughing?"

"I'm laughing at how you can talk nonsense so seriously. I didn't expect you to have such a cute side. You're such a murderous villain~"

Three days passed in a flash, and Li Mo's "good reputation" quickly spread throughout Europe. No one dared to covet Irene's prophetic power anymore, and no one dared to slander her anymore.

There are still many people with ulterior motives, but Li Mo does not want to add to the killing. The pollution he has left behind is enough, and he must leave as soon as possible.

As night falls, everything is silent, with only the occasional cry of birds in the distance.

Below me is a sleeping town with dim lights, as if every light carries the thoughts of those who have not slept yet.

"The three-day deadline is up. I'm leaving. From now on, don't predict the life or death of others."

Irene's eyes flickered in the night, staring straight at Li Mo, never looking away for a moment.

"Sorry, I can't do it."

"Why? If anything happens again, I can't protect you. You will die without any ability to protect yourself."

"Because I have seen that you will die because of me."

The air suddenly froze, and the surroundings fell into a brief silence. Only the strange wind continued to tirelessly shuttle between the eyes.

Will I die?

Before obtaining the original law of immortality, he had escaped death many times and managed to escape danger every time.

Now that he has obtained the original law of immortality, death becomes a luxury for him.

Unless he shouts out the true name of the weird source, he will not be able to cross the ocean of death and will be pushed back by the waves again and again.

But he didn't know the true name of the source of the weirdness.

But then again... it seems like it's almost here. After dying a hundred times and still maintaining your identity, you'll be able to learn the true name of the strange source.

Li Mo was immersed in his memories, recalling the number of times he had died - 99

"..."

Just one more time.

However, even if he saw the source of the weirdness, it would be of no use. As Mei said, he could not survive under the gaze of the source of the weirdness.

Even if Mei is resurrected, they will be stuck in a situation where they will endlessly resurrect each other and will never be able to meet.

Theoretically speaking, he would almost never die. The only death he would suffer would be the dissipation of his sanity and the resulting confusion of his thoughts after five hundred years...

"Really? I'm really looking forward to that day."

Li Mo made another wish and disappeared in this space and time.

When I opened my eyes again, I saw an extremely luxurious and magnificent palace in front of me.

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In the Lost City, Irene, who was listening to classical music in the room, suddenly opened her eyes, opened her mouth, and her rosy lips moved.

His wine-red eyes stared at the rosemary he was gently twisting in his hand, and his gaze gradually became blurred.

"That's great, Mr. Detective. You're still so unique."

"The divergence between ideals and reality, the hazy boundary between love and hate."

"Strange rules are fair."

“When you are willing to sacrifice, there will be others willing to sacrifice for you.”

"I seem to be superfluous, Mr. Detective. She has already made the decision for you."

Irene smiled beautifully, her dazed eyes gradually recovered, she slowly turned off the classical music, and walked to the streets of the Lost City.

Seeing a tall building with flashing neon lights and bright lights, I walked in with a happy pace.

Modern and contemporary Western architectural style, celebrities in dignified suits and gorgeous dance skirts, dancing skillfully to the beautiful music of the banquet record player.

"Beautiful lady, may I invite you to dance?"

A gentleman took off his hat and asked bluntly.

Irene glanced at him, then lowered her head with a meaningful smile.

"I'm sorry, but I'm waiting for a detective to arrive. But if you can come to this banquet again in three days, I'll accept your invitation."

Rosemary slowly put down the tea in her hand, stood up and went to a deeper area. Her elegant and beautiful posture deeply attracted the gentleman.

This banquet will last for a month. Although three days seems long, it is worth it if you can dance with this beautiful lady.

If the beautiful and charming high mountain flower could not be easily obtained without going through some tests, it would be too cheap.

And during these three days, he can still do what he wants. He just needs to ask the management to remind him to attend the banquet three days later and dance with the beautiful lady.

The gentleman adjusted the tie around his neck; it seemed a little tight, as if an invisible pressure was clinging to it, trying to tighten it.

"detective?"

The gentleman thought doubtfully that this identity did not seem to be suitable for this celebrity banquet, but he did not say much, so as not to make the other party feel disgusted with him.

In his circle, he has never known any rich young man with this habit, or rather.

There are too few detective agencies in this city. Although the remuneration has always been generous, the mortality rate of detectives is extremely high.

Five years ago, there were about a hundred detective agencies, but now there are only a dozen or so.

Only those who are extremely poor and in urgent need of money and have a little knowledge would choose to take this path.

For celebrities, this path is obviously extremely stupid and extremely ineffective.

Three days later——

A gentleman's death appeared in the morning papers.