Chapter 101 Holy Evil

Author: Carp and Carp Immortal

Chapter 101 Holy Evil

"Strange, where is the film going? Please wait." The Romans muttered, searching in the small bag. They didn't notice that Shang Luo in front of them was already stunned.

[I *Jinling Yayan*! It's him! Why is it him! Why didn't I recognize it at the beginning! It's him, photographer Akjeus!]

The photographer named Akjeus is still flipping through his bag.

"He is a bad guy?" Shang Luo asked quickly.

[No, he is a good person, he really comes to give you photos. But you will be implicated when you are with him! But he will attract the Ripper! Turn around and run, don’t worry about him! You can’t save him! It seems too late to run now, but run first!]

"Sorry! I still have something to do, let's talk about it next time!"

Shangluo shouted, turned around and ran away - he didn't think too much about it. Although this person was a good person, he was not familiar with him at all, nor was he a cute girl, but a middle-aged Roman. Since this place has become a place of right and wrong, of course it is best to go.

"Wait, I almost forgot." He ran and took out his cell phone from his arms, "I should also call the police. Oh no, report Jin, this kind of thing should be handled by Jin Yiwei. So what's going on with the Ripper?"

[Don't ask! I asked you to run away because I was afraid you would know. This is what I mentioned before. As long as you don't see the Ripper.]

Apollonia's voice came to an abrupt end:

【Ah it's too late. I know, it's too late.】

A thin figure appeared at the entrance of the alley, wearing a black windbreaker that was incompatible with Yujing, a high-top black top hat and white gloves. This slim narrow-clothed dress was originally from Germanic, but now it is also a popular style in Rome. In addition to attending meetings in the Senate, Roman nobles mostly wore such narrow-clothed dresses around.

But this person was obviously not a tourist. Blood penetrated from his white gloves and from his fingertips wrapped in his gloves. The gloves were dyed red, and blood dripped down the tip of the knife.

Every drop of blood will splash out plum blossom-like blood stains when it falls to the ground, and the distance between each blood stain is equal. His hands are like bottomless water leaking, drop after drop, but he doesn't know when it will be.

The thin figure did not stop by Shangluo, but just passed by him. The two even looked at each other once. Then, he extended blood stains one by one, step by step.

The photographer also saw this scene - at first he had no reaction until he saw the face of the man in black clearly.

He wanted to turn around and run into the subway station, but found that his legs had lost their strength long ago. Blood kept oozing out of his hands, followed by his feet and back.

Blood filled the lungs, and the photographer asked with a wheezing sound: "You and I. Let me give him the film. I will publish the film."

Failed to finish the last word, the photographer was already leaning against the sky and collapsed to the ground. A gap had already cracked in his chest. The gap seemed to have been ready there long ago.

The man in black walked forward silently, reached into his chest, and pulled out a sharp skinning knife with his blood-dropped right hand.

Finally, his right hand no longer dripped. The cause and effect of the opening ended here.

In the blink of an eye, the Ripper disappeared.

Shangluo didn't even notice which moment he disappeared, as if he had never appeared before.

He couldn't even remember the time sequence after passing by. During this process, he was like an observer, who could only watch what had happened silently, without even the idea of ​​going up to rescue him. It was as if the entire murder had happened. It was not until the Ripper disappeared that the linear flow of the incident resumed.

When Shangluo walked up, the photographer breathed a sigh of relief.

"I killed me"

"I saw it." Shang Luo nodded.

"Film.Film" His voice was already overwhelmed by the wheezing of blood.

"I know, I will definitely find the film and then print it out and publish it in your travel notes." Shang Luo held his bloody hand.

Hearing the assurance, the light in the photographer's eyes gradually solidified and frozen at this moment.

"I killed me."

Shangluo repeated this sentence. In fact, when he saw the Ripper's eyes, he realized this.

"Apollonia! Are the Ripper and the Photographer the same person?"

【.】She fell into silence.

"Apollonia?"

【*Jinling Yayan*.】

"I guessed it right?"

[Mitra is on! How could Xudra's troops make this happen on the land of Zhendan? What do they do! So yes, you guessed it right, you witnessed the scene of the collapse of the Holy Spirit. I knew that something would happen one day when they were tossing like this!]

"So the Holy Spirit is waiting! What did you say before? Rome has three occult centers, and three other secondary centers, namely Constantinople of magic, Alexandria of alchemy, and Delphi of astrology. The secondary centers are Syracuse of physics, Rome city of sociology, and Neo-Anteaux of America's ideal city of ‘practice’."

[So you know why? Why does Rome seem so depraved, but it is qualified to rule the world with the Sindan back-to-back. Of course, a Rome cannot do, but Rome does not have only one, but six! Constantinople, Alexander, and Neo-Anteau. These cities not only reproduce the pattern of Roman cities in different places, but also reproduce the existence of the Romans. Rome split itself and made six empires, and advanced to six different fields at the same time.]

"Which body is it? from Constantinople?"

[The ontology may be any one, and even the so-called "informer" in the Senate does not know whether he is the "original" or a replica of the reproduction. Just like the photographer completely unaware that he has died once.]

"Wouldn't you go crazy knowing that there are six selfs living in the world at the same time?"

[So, there will always be unexpected insiders. It is okay to say once or twice, because there will always be two people in the world who look the same. Sometimes when you look through the photos, you can even find that your friends around you look like some historical figure. But any magic will leave traces, just like a key must exist to lock it. Even if you destroy the key, the keyhole is still there. There will always be people who find abnormalities in life, and there will always be people who will see through the holy deity on their own. There is a gold book in Rome, and only the people on the gold book have joined this "great practice" of splitting to six. They will record everyone in the book.]

"What would the Romans deal with these bugs?"

【Similar to the Jinyiwei, Rome had a trained inner guard to deal with this matter. The specialized treatment of the holy devil is the "Hudra Force". They are all controlled "awakeners". When they are out, they are in groups of six people. As long as the body does not die, the other five will appear again like the beheaded Xudra who is beheaded - and they will take the "EITR" potion to retain the continuity of their consciousness during the rebirth, so as to carry all the memories before death, rather than being naturally "rationalized". Everyone in the Xudra Force is fearless because they really won't die. As long as they keep taking the "EITR" potion, they can repeatedly try and make mistakes in one action to find the best breakthrough to complete the task. Their opponents will only see batches of suicide squads rushing up, and each time is stronger and more tricky than the last time. Just like Xudra's snake venom, they slowly erode inward.】
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