Leo Xiao's Crimson Destiny Chapter 7

It was already past seven o'clock in the evening, and there were only less than five hours left before the "turn of midnight."

In mid-autumn and October, the days are getting shorter and shorter. The street lights outside are already on now, but the moisture is getting thicker and thicker. The entire Chiyuan Grand Canyon has been swallowed up in the vast mist. The street lights struggled in the thick fog, as weak as looming fireflies.

Everything was silent, the birds were silent, and even the autumn insects were lying in the soil, not daring to move.

"Director Xiao, the data has been transferred, but this cannot be checked!"

"Why?"

"There are millions of unnatural deaths in the country every year, and two to three hundred thousand people commit suicide. In Yong'an City, there are more than a thousand unidentified and ownerless corpses every year. Even if the so-called 'thousands of people die' The number of sacrifices is accurate. If these thousand dead people were scattered all over the place, you would not see any problem at all from the statistics. They are not considered missing! "

"Director Xiao, if the murderer did this secretly, it wouldn't be difficult to hide the body for a month, and the Public Security Bureau might not have received a report!"

At this moment, Ethan Xiao had no time to ask why Tristan Xuan, who claimed to be a beautiful young man with five principles and four principles, knew so much about ancient and unpopular magic. He turned to Tristan Xuan on the other end of the phone and asked: "As far as you know, 'living animals' 'Are there any geographical restrictions? For example, how many kilometers away from the sacrifice site? "

"No," Tristan Xuan said, "As long as there is a memorial inscription, as long as the memorial inscription is written correctly, it will be valid even if you go to Antarctica to kill people and sacrifice, let alone nationwide. You don't need a visa for this, just like swiping a credit card."

Ethan Xiao: "What a nonsense metaphor you are talking about!"

He turned on the speakerphone, and Tristan Xuan's words stirred up waves.

"Isn't that world-wide? Director Xiao, this is like finding a needle in a haystack!"

"Director, Dr. Wang from the Ancient Book Restoration Department called and said that the records of the Yinchen Festival are only for reference. They don't have enough research materials, so it's difficult to verify the authenticity of many things. They are not sure whether there are any legendary elements."

Ethan Xiao, the Three Corpse Gods, jumped: "Forget it if they don't help, why are they causing trouble!"

"Director Xiao, Bureau Marcus Huang called you to ask what's going on and asked you to come over and give a briefing!"

"The frontline person in charge of Chiyuan Branch said that there are still three mutant trees that have not been found in the Grand Canyon. I want to confirm with you. Do you mean to let them leave those monsters alone and withdraw them like this?"

"Tell Bureau Marcus Huang that it's an emergency. I'll go to his office early tomorrow morning for a checkup. All field staff at Chiyuan Grand Canyon will gather at the hospital. I'll be responsible for any consequences. Lao Xuan, you---"

Before Director Xiao could say anything, "click", the phone was disconnected.

In the family lounge, Tristan Xuan's mobile phone screen suddenly went black - it was too cold, this thing stopped working at low temperature.

Tristan Xuan: ...

As soon as he raised his head, he met the curious gaze of the devil. The devil was very interested in this lively "little box". Although the dialogue inside was messy and fast, and he couldn't understand most of it, he still listened with interest. Bo Bo stopped talking and asked strangely: "No more chatting? Has the agreement been broken?"

The face of contemporary technology cannot be lost like this, so Tristan Xuan cursed in his mind and let the phone fly back to his chest pocket as if nothing had happened, trying to use his body temperature to keep this thing alive for a while longer.

The door to the family lounge has been blown open. At this time, the sound of the TV in the corridor can be vaguely heard, and the ending song of the news broadcast is playing---This means that it is at least half past seven.

Tristan Xuan blinked the frost off his eyelashes and stared at the demon in front of him who was in a stalemate with him, his mind spinning rapidly.

"This...cough, senior."

Sebastian Sheng's robe was soaked with blood. He leaned leisurely on the burning chain, his posture very relaxed, and looked at the little demon in front of him with a half-smile, whose face changed like a book.

This magical kid was holding a sword and shouting to kill, but now the fire on the iron chain was not extinguished. He wiped his face and came close to him with a smile as if nothing happened.

"What kind of breed is this, so thick-skinned?" he thought to himself, "Is it a dace carp [Note]?"

"I think that generally those little devils who are not very high-class can just find a hilltop to slaughter a sheep without making such a big fuss. For someone like you, it takes 'thousands of live animals' to invite them." ...Well, he is noble and must have a great background." Tristan Xuan tried to imitate the old ghost's accent and tone, but it was a pity that he had a hard time just listening, and he was not as awesome as the old ghost. The repeat function is imitated very confusingly.

The smile on Sebastian Sheng's face deepened a little, and she watched him perform without saying a word.

Tristan Xuan followed the tune and continued sincerely: "In our era of market economy, there are usually many ways to solve problems. Those who engage in sorcery when they disagree are usually idiots with bad ideas...Hey, you idiot. If you accept the call of such a person, you won’t lose your status...don’t you have your status?”

"Yin Shen Sacrifice is the art of communicating between heaven and earth. Since I was awakened by this person, I must have something in common with him. Otherwise, his blood would not flow into my coffin." Sebastian Sheng replied unhurriedly, "What's more? I don’t know who I am, it’s just a false name, and I can’t remember it.”

Tristan Xuan didn't know if he had done MLM before, so he boasted without changing his face: "Of course the identities of those lay people are not important, and it doesn't matter whether they remember it or not, but isn't your conversation and demeanor just for show? I don't blind."

Lao Luo had the courage to run over and give Tristan Xuan a mobile phone. He happened to hear these words at the door. He quickly took out a quick-acting heart-saving pill from his pocket and ate it. He said in his heart: "I'm going to go blind."

"Is this like this?" Sebastian Sheng suddenly moved forward, and the iron chains that tied him suddenly tightened, making a pleasant collision sound. The black and gloomy inscriptions suddenly crawled out from his collar and spread all the way down his neck to his face. Black and white were clear, and the handsome face suddenly became full of ghosts. Lao Luo's legs at the door went weak, and he knelt down with a "pop". Sebastian Sheng didn't look at him, but waved his hand lightly, "Without courtesy--" ---Since the memorial text can bring me back to the world, it naturally has some restrictions on me. Why should I risk my life to disobey it after finally seeing the light of day? It is just a wish of a mortal, nothing more. "

Tristan Xuan's eyes twitched.

Sebastian Sheng laughed: "It's almost halfway through the Xu period."

"Lead, lead, lead..." Lao Luo was trembling and could no longer say a complete sentence. He kept saying "ring, ring, ring," and climbed in as soon as the get out of class was over, bravely handing the phone to him. Here, "Director Xiao!"

When he was done, he rolled his eyes and passed away.

"What happened? I thought you had become a martyr just now! Wha... my phone froze to death... I really... Okay, I will buy you a new box when you come back!" "Ethan Xiao strode into the conference room.

"Director Xiao, the responsible persons from all places are already in place."

Ethan Xiao nodded and said to Tristan Xuan: "Can you take a photo of the 'Gloomy Sacrifice' article you saw? The more complete the better, I'll have people compare it with the pictures and check separately. There must be clues!"

Tristan Xuan kicked Lao Luo awake: "Take a picture of the words on the wall and send it to Director Xiao. Don't waste time. There's no time. Lao Xiao, listen to me. Summoning this demon is a one-time thing, not a long-term contract..."

Sebastian Sheng understood the words "once" and "not for a long time" and squinted his eyes slightly - this kid actually tricked him, how bold he was.

Tristan Xuan: "He summoned a big devil who can only do one thing for him. According to my experience, what he wants most of the time is revenge. Do you think, if this person can become a god within thirty days?" Killing a thousand people unknowingly is like chopping vegetables for him. It is not easy to kill anyone. What is his goal? "

Ethan Xiao paused suddenly.

"us..."

"Abnormal Control Bureau."

The two said almost in unison.

"It can't be for no reason. This grandson must have been involved in something. He has contacted the Alien Control Bureau and checked all your case files and records." Tristan Xuan said, "In addition, the gloomy sacrifice is not a trick performed by a street vendor. You I have never heard of the field 'elites' from the Security Department. Are the people who cast spells 100% sure that they will be successful? Then you don't have to be so roundabout - I think he must be near Chiyuan. "

Because the Chiyuan Scenic Area is close to the Grand Canyon, the Irregularity Control Bureau is very cautious and has communicated with the local public security organs. All tourists entering the area must buy tickets with their ID cards to enter. The surrounding hotels and tourist charters are all under unified management.

At half past eight, the Chiyuan Branch quickly began to check all the hotels near the scenic spot, and submitted all the tourist information registered within six months to the general administration database, and compared it one by one with the case records.

Another forty-five minutes later, at 9:15, Sophie Ping came running over with a laptop in her arms.

"Leader... cough, cough, cough..." The cool water vapor in the family lounge seemed to be spreading out. Taking a deep breath, it felt like there was a cold knife, all the way from the throat. It hit her lungs, and Sophie Ping couldn't get close to the door ten meters away. She couldn't imagine what Tristan Xuan would be like inside.

The fire on the iron chains that bound the demon was already quite weak, and it was almost frozen out several times, before it stood up again shakily.

Tristan Xuan heard Sophie Ping's crying voice and said incoherently: "Can you come out... Oh... Director Xiao and the others found a... a forum post, It was deleted not long after I posted it... Can you please say something, Director Xuan? I'm afraid..."

Sebastian Sheng shook his head: "I see that you are not very old. If you were to become an ordinary little demon, I am afraid that you have not yet opened your spiritual intelligence, but you have completely transformed and cannot see your true body. You must be a natural spiritual creature. You demons Before the civil strife in the clan, all the innate spiritual objects were almost gone. It’s a pity that one is missing. “Let’s go.”

Tristan Xuan moved the numb corners of his mouth vigorously, and squeezed out a few words with a smile: "One sentence."

Sophie Ping: ...

Tristan Xuan took a deep breath and said word by word: "Don't scream in a hurry, you still have energy, what's the message? Read it."

Sophie Ping: "Seeking help: I   feel like my son is no longer my son."