Name: Jane Brumel Norman

Gender: Female

Date of birth: September 1, 1994

Nationality: United Kingdom of Great Britain and Northern Ireland

Of course Chen Xiaolian remembers this resume and information.↗,

Another name for the name Jane Brumel Norman is...

Miaoyan!

This is Miao Yan’s exclusive number in this world, the British Countess!

"I went around for a long time and finally went around her..." Chen Xiaolian was speechless.

To be honest, Chen Xiaolian was really a little numb when he thought about getting along with this mysterious woman.

When I met Miaoyan for the last time, the blank that was erased in the recording of the mobile phone undoubtedly left a deep impression on Chen Xiaolian... This impression mainly comes from its deterrence to the system rules!

But...if it was Miaoyan, maybe she would talk to her, maybe she would be willing to take out the sword blade for herself?

Well, this idea is a bit whimsical.

"Go and try your luck." Chen Xiaolian's face was very serious: "If she refuses, we'd better give up. To be honest, we're far behind our strength."

...

"Go to see the fuck!"

In the dark room, Sasha sat in front of the computer, typing on the keyboard quickly.

In this room, there are only the light of the computer screen flashing, and there are three computer screens in front of Sasha.

"Eat shit, idiot! You never want to find me." Sasha's eyes flashed with excitement: "Haha, these British guys are all idiots, idiots! Here I, Sasha, are the greatest! I am the Tsar!!"

There are various carbonated drinks on the table next to it, leftover pizza, and the room is in a mess.

After a while, Sasha suddenly stopped typing on the keyboard: "Finally found!"

...

"Do you have the address?" Karl Jin asked in a low voice as he watched Thunder Fox get into the car.

"Here." Leihu said slowly: "Sasha broke through a database and found detailed information of the target person. We'd better hurry up, Kalkin! The next random task may be released at any time. After the task is released, God knows what trouble we will encounter. Maybe other game participants will compete with us, and maybe the system will flash a lot of monsters."

"We should still have time." Calkin said in a deep voice: "No matter how anxious you are, keep calm!"

After a pause, Kalkin asked, "What is the target person's name?"

"A descendant of the generation of Jane Brumel Norman Norman family, the owner of the title of Earl. A young woman." Leihu smiled: "According to the mission we have experienced, another holy object is probably in the hands of the Norman family!"

"Very good." Calkin smiled on his face: "Then let's go and find this countess now. I hope she can meet our requirements. Well... be careful of our 'cargo', I don't want him to die early.

He wants to buy us time.”

Lei Hu smiled and looked back at the back seats.

There was a faint sound of sobs and struggles in the trunk of the car...

...

…………

"It's almost dawn." Tires glanced at the sky outside.

The car drove to the street outside a classic British building.

It was almost morning now. A little bit of white appeared in the distance, but the night had not left.

The streets are silent.

This was originally a vast and sparsely populated suburban wealthy living in the area.

This manor-style building full of classical flavor is the place where Chen Xiaolian had visited and met Miaoyan before.

"What should we do? Should we break in directly? Or..." asked the spare tire.

Chen Xiaolian had already thought about it on the way: "Let's visit directly. She is not an ordinary person. If she breaks through or sneaks in, it will probably cause her disgust. If she can stop moving, try not to move. We don't need to establish a strong enemy for ourselves."

So Chen Xiaolian got out of the car and walked up to try to knock on the door.

But at this moment, the sound of a car suddenly coming from the manor.

Chen Xiaolian immediately retreated and dodged.

The door of the manor slowly opened and a black old-fashioned sedan drove out.

Chen Xiaolian flashed behind a tree. Although he just glanced at it quickly, he saw that the countess was sitting inside in the back row of the car.

The car quickly drove to the street and headed towards the intersection.

I also saw the spare tires in the car in the distance, so I didn't need to say hello to Chen Xiaolian. The spare tire had already turned around and picked up Chen Xiaolian into the car.

"Follow up!" Chen Xiaolian breathed: "Strange, why did this nobleman go out so early?"

...

The Countess' car was driving very fast, as if it was rushing to somewhere. Chen Xiaolian's car was chasing behind. On several occasions, Chen Xiaolian wanted to drive over the spare tire to stop the other party, but he had a strange thought in his heart: The Countess was not dawn early in the morning, but where did he go?

With this question, I followed all the way.

The car is moving further away from downtown London.

By the time Chen Xiaolian finally made up his mind, he had arrived at a remote place.

Chen Xiaolian took out his mobile phone and looked at the GPS map.

“Higherton District?”

He was stunned for a moment.

"Captain, this place seems to be... a cemetery." The spare tire driving suddenly opened and said loudly: "Look ahead!"

The Countess' car had already driven into a large metal iron gate, and there was a quiet road inside. There was a road sign next to it, which read: Hegette Cemetery.

It's actually a cemetery?

"Follow up." Chen Xiaolian frowned.

...

Deep in the cemetery, in a certain open space, it seems that a funeral is being prepared here.

On the ground is a dug tomb and a prepared cross-shaped tombstone.

There are also long chairs and a small tall wooden table around them.

Obviously, all this was prepared for a funeral.

The Countess' car stopped on the side of the road.

Stewart, the housekeeper, got out of the car, opened the door, and helped the Countess get out of the car.

She was wearing a black long skirt with a solemn expression. She pursed her lips tightly, and there was a hint of sadness in her eyes.

The person who drove the car was obviously a bodyguard, which can be seen from his wear and figure.

He is burly and strong, his muscles tightly stretch the suit, and it is obvious that the outline of the gun holster under his armpit can be seen under the suit.

He stood by the car, squinted his eyes and looked around.

"Wait here." Stewart whispered, and then he helped the countess and walked slowly towards the cemetery.

Standing in front of the tomb, the countess seemed to be getting sadder, and some tears flashed in her eyes.

Then, slowly, she gently took out a rose, bent down, and gently stroked the soil next to the tomb with one hand. She whispered a few words, and then gently threw the rose into the tomb.

"I'm sorry, I can't attend your funeral... Your family rejected me, and they said I was not welcome. So I could only come so early and say goodbye to you in advance while no one has arrived."

The countess' voice was very soft, with a hint of sadness in his tone: "I... I have always hated myself very much, maybe... it's all my fault. I have harmed many people, many people... You are the last one. I promise that this kind of tragedy will not happen again. I will not let innocent people die of implication by me.

I feel like I'm cursed. I hate myself like this.

But don't worry, I'm trying my best to investigate this matter, and it seems that I've already made some progress.

I will definitely figure it out!

I'm here to swear to you!

You…rest in peace.”

The countess said, tears came down from the corners of her eyes. After gently wiping it off, she turned around and glanced at the butler Stewart.

Her mood seemed to be very depressed, and obviously, she was very weak at this moment. Her body shook.

The housekeeper quickly came up to support her.

"Stewart, do you think I am an ominous person?" The Countess' voice was weak.

"No, my master." Stewart's eyes felt a little distressed, and he said softly: "It's not your fault."

"So why did God let me suffer these pains? I have always been loyal to my faith!"
To be continued...