"I said! Please... Please... Kill me!"

The lawn was stained with blood, and a few fingers stained with blood were scattered aside. The middle-aged man lay on the ground and twitched, his nose mixed with tears flowed, and his mouth was talking while spitting out bloody mud and sand.

"Who allows you to say... Forget it, I'll give it back to you."

"Donald" was preparing to continue covering his mouth at this moment. He wanted his body to remain in a state of negative emotions. Only in this way could he have a chance to speed up his erosion.

But the other consciousness still woke up, lowered his head, and after a trembling tremble, Donald woke up again.

"Damn...it's all your fault, you can't do it. Keep your emotions and say, how did you do it!"

The demon could already control this body when he was emotionally excited and lost his mind, which made Donald sweat amidst his back.

In the future, you must learn to control your emotions. If you let the demon come out a few more times, it is really hard to say who the owner of this body is.

"It's that book. Just write to others with the paper inside. Whenever others touch the paper, they will be marked and receive strong psychological hints. By touching the face on the cover of the book, they can interfere with the eyes and ears of the marked reporter, making him unable to see or hear his own actions, or creating a phantom in the other party's eyes, or creating a sound that can only be heard by the marked person, and you can appear wherever you want."

Perhaps he was tortured so hard that the middle-aged man said it was unreserved. Five of his ten fingers were cut, and the pain like a cone was not so easy to bear.

Donald ignored his miserable appearance and looked down at the book, but he didn't expect that this was a strange thing with special functions.

In this way, the person in front of him is not a strange disciple at all. He is just relying on this strange thing to commit crimes.

The ability of this book is similar to hypnosis, but it is just hypnosis in a state where people think they are awake, imparting psychological hints to their targets and creating hallucinations.

Fortunately, this guy is an ordinary person. He has no powerful attack methods and can only rely on blowing arrows to launch sneak attacks. If it were the strange disciple I met in the meat processing factory before, he relied on the strange thing to divert Donald's attention and then used an air cannon to launch a sneak attack. When Donald reacted, it would have been cold.

"Where did you get this thing?"

This kind of strange thing should belong to the category of special strange things. Judging from the ability shown at present, its value will not be low. How can an ordinary person hold it?

"I found it while sorting out the old house. At that time, there was a piece of paper with the usage in this book. I tried... Can I save me first? If this continues, I will die of excessive blood loss!"

"Save you? I thought you were not afraid of death. You should be able to walk around now, clean up the things on the ground, and I will take you to a place."

He glanced at his injuries, had several fingers cut, and stabbed his shoulder blade. This was not a fatal injury. It was indeed a lot of bleeding. It was a bit short of death on the spot.

After all, some people can still become a hero who has broken their hands.

“Where to go?”

In order to survive, he did as he did, picked up five fingers and put them in his pocket. The blood on the ground could not be handled, and Donald didn't care. The policeman is not so smart that he looked at a pool of blood to find out what happened tonight.

"Where can you go, of course, to where you should go."

Spiritual shock!

He directly knocked the middle-aged man out again, dragged him into the nearby grass, stabbed him several times in the heart, and completely killed him. He asked him to pick up his fingers before, but Donald felt disgusted and didn't want to do it himself.

Donald never intended to let him go. This guy knew his secret and it would definitely not work to send him to the police station. In addition, he was an indirect murderer. He had shown murderous intentions to himself several times in a row before, so he would not be ruthless in killing such a disaster.

It's just that it's a bit troublesome to deal with the corpse. Donald doesn't have much experience and can't just throw it here. However, he knows an experienced person who has agreed with him. The contact address that Augoff had agreed with him before is near Godot University.

Perhaps Donald didn't notice that he became more and more calm about the murder...

After Donald came to the door, Ogoff did not hesitate at all, and asked his two subordinates to drive the carriage to clean up the mess. Fortunately, there was no wall in the Goddo Academy, so he found a hidden place to find a convenient place to touch it in.

"Your Excellency, it is my honor to serve you. Don't worry, this place will soon be restored to its original state. Tomorrow, no one will find that there has been... interrogation here."

Augoff was not surprised to see the blood all over the ground and the body that was being packed by his subordinates in a body bag to push onto the carriage. He had seen even worse.

“What are Rastole doing recently?”

Following the remote path in the school, Ogoff was accompanying him.

“Mr. Rastolle has been busy with affairs within the church recently…”

"Busy? Are you busy cleaning up the mess or are you busy looting things and running away?"

Infinita had previously mentioned to herself that the Church of Shia has attracted the attention of the Church of Justice. Today, the news about the cult that Sherlock mentioned is likely to be obtained from the judges.

Donald does not think that cults in a city can compete with the most powerful orthodox churches in the Ryan Empire today. They use lions to fight rabbits to praise the Shia Church.

Because of this, he was still a little relieved. Now that he said it in advance in front of Augoff, he naturally had the intention.

"Your Excellency, I am convinced by your omniscience."

A flattery was just right.

"Rastole is looking for me?"

There must be an argument for Augustus to stay away.

"Yes, Mr. Rastolle hopes to get your help again recently, and the Lost Slate has made progress, and a treasure we have obtained through the puppet you occupy recently, and I hope you can give me advice... Of course, this is still a transaction, and Mr. Rastolle will do his best to complete your request."

Communicating the meaning of Rastole, he is looking forward to a second transaction.

"I know, tomorrow night, prepare enough money, enough! You guys think about the other things."

As the requested person, naturally everything is decided by Donald, who is about to grab some money from the cult recently.

"Don't worry, the old place will be waiting for you tomorrow at 7 pm? Then I will..."

Augoff was about to leave, but he looked like he was reluctant to speak.

Donald knew what he wanted to say.

"August, are you going to perish with the Shia Church?"
Chapter completed!