Edge of the Apocalypse Chapter 156: Shadow Demon

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Guman took out paper and pen. In this age, paper-based letters are already a very old means of communication. But you can't deny it, sometimes it's more secure than email. Even if it is an encrypted email, some caring people can always intercept and crack it. As far as Guman knows, there are at least three or four intelligence agencies in Babylon that can easily do this. They monitor the entire Babylon’s electronic information day and night, and filter out what they need.

Guman didn't want his letters to appear on the brain screens of those people. He spread out the paper and was about to write the first word. There was a scream outside suddenly, the voice was like his wife Martha! Guman frowned, trying to help the case, and suddenly felt that he could not move. He was surprised, and then saw his hand lifted up, and began to write a few words on the paper: suicide note!

His pupils dilated, his heart continued to accelerate, and the sound of blood rushing through his body could almost be heard in his ears. He wants to scream, God, this is not what he wants to write! What is going on here?

The shadow that Guman cast on the ground flicked across a pattern of light from time to time, looking like an electronic circuit.

Martha sat down on the ground, watching the corpse that had fallen from the closet to the ground. The corpse was completely stripped, but there is no doubt that it was Maid Willy! Martha couldn't imagine what happened in her home. Wei used her hand to get her throat stuck, seemingly strangling herself to death. But God, how can there be such a terrible way to die in this world?

"Guman!" Martha called her husband's name, and she stepped back to the door. Reached out to open the door, but the door remained motionless. She patted vigorously and shouted: "Who is it? Open the door."

Outside the door, the young maid who handed Guman the bathrobe took out a candy from nowhere, and just threw it into her mouth and chewed it. While chewing, the Sufa girl whispered: "For your own good, madam, stay in the room honestly."

Ignoring the call from the room, the maid walked back to Guman’s study: "It should be almost done."

She pulled up her sleeves, and on the girl's left arm, a dark purple engraved pattern was radiating a source of fluorescent light. This is a devil with teeth and claws, but the devil has no texture, and the body and other parts are full of dark shadows, with only two eyes glowing with scarlet red light. Shadow Demon, this is the engraved name. As its name suggests, its ability is to control shadows.

Pushing open the study, Guman is struggling to write. But his situation was so strange that the prosecutor raised his head and looked at the young maid in horror. But his hand never stopped, and in an instant, a page full of suicide notes was already written. At this time, Guman finally saw the engraved pattern of purple fluorescent light on the girl’s arm, and he immediately cried out: "It's you? You made me do this? I order you to stop immediately!"

"I'm sorry, you are not my boss." The girl chewed on the candy and snapped her fingers.

Guman saw that he put down the pen, and then stretched his hand toward the drawer. Opening the drawer, he watched as he took out a revolver/gun from the drawer, and then pressed the muzzle down against his chin.

"No, no, I don't want to die. I'll give you as much money as you want, please stop! Stop it!"

The maid shrugged, made a helpless expression, and left the study. Not long after she walked out of the study, a gunshot sounded in Guman's study!

Boom.

The engine of the traffic ship spewed out blue flames, and the hull shook slightly and began to float into the air. Allen also returned to reality from his thoughts because of the shock. He spent the night in the attic of Father Milo’s chapel last night, and Milo vowed to say that it was the place where his father had lived. But in that attic, Alan couldn't find the slightest feeling.

Except that it was narrow enough to remind him of the old tin room in the Gobi town.

Allen thought that through Father Miró, he could figure out what his father Archimedes was like. Now, this problem has become more complicated. If, as the priest said, the father left his mother and son to protect them. How should Lanny's last words be completed? Could he still bite the heart and send the dagger into that man's chest?

It's just that Alan can't be sure if that man is really good as Father Milo said.

On this point, I probably only found Archimedes... No, maybe even if I meet in person, I won’t be able to figure it out.

Alan shook his head helplessly. The matter of his father was far more complicated than anything he had encountered before. No matter what, he always wanted to find Archimedes. He wanted to hear the man personally talk about why he left his mother behind.

After more than five hours of voyage, the spaceship finally arrived at the Port of Liberty in Babylon at about three o'clock in the afternoon. Butler Haixin received the news early in the morning that he had sent a speed car to wait for him at the port. Speed ​​directly sent Alan back to Ugalle Castle, and when he stepped out of the car, Allen met the Butler Heising. He asked the housekeeper how to go through the formalities regarding Father Miró’s emigration to Babylon. Heising walked with him and said, "Master, these are trivial matters. I will let someone handle it for you. Now you have two major things to deal with. ."

"A big deal?" Allen looked at Hessing puzzledly.

"The first thing is that after Marshal Windsor Bello came back the day before yesterday, he has already sent a message through the media. You passed the final assessment and became her only personally passed student; the second thing is that the family elders’ council has passed the master’s proposal and officially Accept you into the family heir sequence." The old butler smiled gently: "I have to congratulate the master, you have officially entered this family and the inner circle of Babylon. Of course, this is only the beginning. But before you move on, master Means, I plan to hold a banquet for you in three days."

"Will hold a banquet?" Allen felt that this action was a bit big, especially since this banquet was held for him.

"This is very necessary. Whether you are one of Beskard’s successors or as a student of Marshal Windsor Bello, you need a publicly announced opportunity. And with this opportunity, the master will put more Introduced to you. In short, the time of the banquet has been set. As the protagonist of the banquet, the master hopes that you will attend the banquet in the most perfect image." Haising said with a smile: "So in these three days, Please don't go anywhere, just stay in the castle. I will arrange for a few masters to design the packaging for you. Oh, there is one of your acquaintances."

"Who?"

"Second Lieutenant Tonisev, he is the image consultant of the military, in this respect he is a master." Haising said.

Allen shuddered suddenly.

Back to the house, I turned on the TV, and it happened to be broadcasting a piece of news. The protagonist of the news is Alan himself, but it is Windsor Bello who announces the results of the final assessment to the public. Besides Ellen, there are others who are also watching this news. This includes Weber.

Webber shut himself in the room.

The door closed tightly and the curtains pulled up. He was naked, wearing only a pair of trousers, and was sitting by the bed watching the news on TV. The beautiful figure of Windsor Bello flashed in the news. Webber suddenly panted, grabbed a pillow from the bed violently, and then tore it open so that the fluff in the pillow was flying all over the floor.

"Windsor Bello!" Weber repeated the name. It was this woman who made him a bright future, but now he is declining in the ranking of the family heir. The family placed high hopes on him and allocated a lot of resources to his name, which made Weber think he was about to get in touch with the power core of the family.

If it hadn't been for the assessment to mess up, at this moment, he should have been busy socializing with congratulations from all parties. It was naturally another situation now, and he disappointed the family. The family's investment won't get any return on him, and the most direct consequence is that it will be difficult to reuse in the future.

After all, in a big family, Webber can't be said to be the best person.

There was a whisper on the bed, and a woman with purple hair emerged from the bed. She struggled to get out of bed, and Weber's conquest on her was so intense today that she couldn't bear it. When Webber heard the sound, his eyes turned red, and he threw himself back on the bed with a low growl.

If you switch to something else, women may be happy. But now, Webber's appearance scared her. She wanted to get out of bed, but Weber had already caught her, so a new battle began. Hearing the woman crying and begging for mercy under him, Webber's anger got a little vent. If you look closely, this woman is a bit similar to Windsor Bello.

Windsor Bello sneezed heavily on the sofa in her apartment. She frowned, her golden eyes flashing murderously: "Someone must have a bad idea about me!"

"Miss, the Red Wolf is online." Maid Nono reminded.

"Oh." Windsor Bello manicured his nails and said casually: "Just now you said that the surface prosecutor of a district swallowed a gun and committed suicide at home?"

"Yes, my lord."

"What does it matter to me to die a prosecutor? Do you bother me for this little thing, this lady's time is precious!" Windsor Bello rebuked.

Nono lowered her head, and said in her heart that your time is spent drinking and cutting your nails. Where is the preciousness?

In the communication channel, the intelligence officer reporting to Windsor Bello embarrassed: "I'm sorry, sir. Because in the suicide note of the deceased, it is mentioned about your assessment and the Holy Disarmament. I think maybe I will know. With you, if this is the case, your subordinates won’t bother..."

Windsor Bello jumped up: "Wait, what assessment did you say? And the Holy Disarmament, is it the armed gangster in the third district?"

"Yes, my lord, according to the Guman prosecutor himself. The Holy Disarmament is an illegal weapon he cultivated with great effort. I thought it would make a difference. Unexpectedly, you were selected as the test object to assess the students’ ability. As for the annihilation of the entire army, he was frustrated, so he chose to commit suicide..."

Windsor Bello's purple hair fluttered suddenly, and Nono quickly lowered his head and was about to get under the sofa. Slightly reduced his murderous aura, Windsor Bello laughed: "You said before that this Guman is from the old party?" r1058

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