Silent Crown Chapter 108: What’s the matter?

"It's true, there is something I want to get the answer from your mouth. Baidu search Geli Literature Net"

The voice was polite: "Who is so eager to hurt an Oriental child? Can you satisfy my curiosity?"

Levy scolded: "Fuck you... uh!"

Before he finished speaking, he felt a sharp pain like a knife cutting from the limbs! Obviously there were no scars, like countless blades swimming in the flesh and blood, the sharp pain instantly interrupted him, making him unable to even scream.

Ordinary people will faint instantly when encountering this kind of pain that is worse than broken bones, but now he can't even faint, can only twitch his limbs, turn his eyes and twist unconsciously on the ground. Movement, convulsions.

Black Friday. The third part-somatosensory interference!

"My patience is limited, sir." The gentle voice rang in his ears, but with a vague anger: "Tell me who it is! I want to find that Eastern kid! Speak out!"

After several minutes of cruel phantom pain, Levi, who turned his eyes white and almost confused, finally made a voice: "Sam Luo! Is the rat king of the Rat Club: Sam Luo! He took a lot of money from others. Qian wants to catch that **** kid..."

"Who paid the money?!"

"It's a nobleman, a very rich nobleman! They want the Rat King to use the cruelest way to kill the Oriental kid... I only know so much! Really! Really!"

The phantom pain stopped abruptly and disappeared suddenly. It's like it never existed. Levi twitched on the ground. The body was still in cramps and did not recover.

"Okay, next question..."

The gentleman's voice asked softly: "Where. Where can I find this Lord'Sam Luo'?"

Levy's eyes turned around, and his mouth said: "The Rat King has never fixed a stronghold, he and his subordinates have been constantly changing..."

"Don't you understand what I have to say?"

The figure interrupted him and put his cane on his forehead, and the desperate melody sounded again. In the melody, the slight tingling reappeared like a warning. The voice said every word:

"I. Want, one. One, place, point!"

"Cemetery! Highgate Cemetery in Whitechapel District!"

Under the warning of Phantom Pain, Levi almost collapsed again. The answer blurted out: "That's where he deals with traitors. Hudson wants to wash his hands, betray the society, and was caught by his men. He will definitely be there tonight!"

"Give me the address."

"—221 Baker Street b!"

"Very good."

Under the shadow of the Deerstalker's hat, the corners of the boy's mouth curled up: "Next, let's talk about how many people he has and what weapons he is equipped with..."

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In the long dark night, early morning.

The thick fog of midnight hovered over this city as always, with a smell of stench and blood.

A carriage stopped on the intricate streets of Xiacheng, and its doors opened. Jumped off a little girl.

Then the girl turned around and took a big golden retriever dog from the car. The big dog landed. First, he squinted at the owner of the carriage extremely uncomfortably, then lifted his legs and spilled a pee on the wheel of the carriage.

The owner of the carriage glanced at it nonchalantly, looking at the girl with a smile.

"In front of you is the chassis of the Mouse Club, he should be there."

Bai Xi nodded and thanked him without gratitude: "Thank you for the car."

"No thanks. Just rubbing a car, your teacher is not a stingy person." Hermes flattered himself without embarrassment. It's like telling the truth.

"Cut." Bai Xi glanced at him, "You knew I was going to sneak out with him, so you waited outside, right?"

"Understanding the students' psychology is also part of the teacher's duty, please don't care."

Hermes shrugged: "Besides, you won't find a temporary base for the Rat Club without my guidance."

The little girl gave him a white look: "I've been in Avalon for such a long time, and I am not a fool. Even without you, I can still find out, okay?"

Hermes couldn't help blowing a whistle: "I almost forgot, you are a **** girl who wanders on the street. No wonder there is no burden to beat up the teacher."

"But you have to be careful. The Mouse Club is a place dedicated to black work for the nobles. Kidnapping, abduction, and prostitution have never been done. They are not as good as the idiots of the sailors on the dock. /

Even if you have learned a lot recently, you are not a musician after all. Moreover, two fists are hard to beat four hands, especially where the enemy is so stigmatized by rats. Even if it is sap overturned, it is not impossible.

You are a student who wants to break into this kind of dragon pond and tiger's lair. I, as a teacher, is also very worried. But you have to respect your choice..."

Hermes pretended to wipe the corners of her eyes without tears, talking about the heartache, and then waved goodbye broadly: "What are you going to do next, treat it as a trial, let's play.

However, remember to be safe-after all, I will be sad if you die. "

"The meaning of this sentence is that even if I am about to die, you will only watch the excitement next to me and never move a finger, right?"

"Yes."

Hermes snapped his fingers appreciatively, "As expected of my student, Bingxue is smart!"

"It's not smart enough, it's just that you have a deep understanding of your bad personality."

Bai Xi slammed the door heavily, and ‘bolted’ the hateful smiling face into the carriage. The carriage ran again, and the disgusting laughter disappeared into the thick fog.

Old Fei squinted at the carriage going away, raised his mouth, bit the girl's cuff, and motioned for her to come with him. Then, sniffing the residual smell of a certain teenager in the air, he walked into the darkness.

Soon, a faint light of torches lit up in the dark night in the distance. A strange breath came from the wind. That is the smell of mud and mulch.

"Cemetery?"

Bai Xi hid in the alley, quietly staring at the far door. Under the hands of several strong men, the original rotten wood door of the abandoned cemetery opened a gap. The hideous darkness behind the door was exposed. In the darkness, you can see the mutilated statues of saints, and the light of torches dancing.

"Are you sure he is there?" Bai Xi looked down at Lao Fei, and Lao Fei squinted at her, not speaking or speaking. But the kind of doubt that seemed to despise her.

"Okay." Bai Xi sighed in frustration, and felt the helplessness her cheap cousin often felt—being despised by Lao Fei.

"Do you have a way to get in? You go in first, and I'll be there later."

I heard her say that. Old Fei got up from the ground and walked into the darkness with small steps. Soon, I saw its back lurking in the dark, and easily got in through the hole in the corner.

Sometimes. Being a dog is much more convenient than being a human being.

Bai Xi stood in the darkness, staring at the gate.

At the door, two seemingly clever men were holding their hands at the door, smoking cigarettes boredly, and there was a steady stream of people coming from all directions, walking into the cemetery behind the door, and it was not clear how many there were. people.

Although the cemetery has been abandoned for a long time, the surrounding walls tell that it is obviously not the height that a little girl can reach.

And since it is a gathering spot where mice will often gather. God knows there are no traps like traps hidden behind the wall.

She pondered for a moment, and took out from her pocket a pile of things that seemed to be piled on top of one another. The thing was like a piece of pork, shaking in her hand. Full of flexibility. But as she flicked her fingers, it slowly unfolded and turned into a faint face.

Although Hermes is not a good teacher, Bai Xi is obviously not a good student either... Her habit of holding sheep has caused Ye Qingxuan's headaches. I don't know how long the headaches have been. Hermes boasted that he was a ‘squirrel’ in his early years, and that he would take anything strange to his home as a student. Naturally, Bai Xi thoughtfully and occasionally ‘organized’ the teacher’s collection.

And this is one of the results of ‘organization’.

The muddy ‘face’ fits her face so perfectly. It instantly merged with her face, and as her palms kneaded, the image of a middle-aged man with thick eyebrows, big eyes and a hooked nose gradually appeared.

Bai Xi opened his mouth and coughed twice, and his voice became hoarse.

Her white hair is hidden in a hat, and she is wearing Ye Qingxuan's coat. She has a fierce face. She looks like the ruffians everywhere in Xiacheng, but she looks a little short.

This face is from one of the ghost mother's men who was sent to the Arkham Mental Hospital by Ye Qingxuan, the dwarf—Jizi.

Just as he greeted the gaze of the strong man at the gate, he swaggered towards the door.

"Hey, my friend, you look a little strange."

The fierce man at the gate looked at her with a look of surprise, and stretched out his hand to hold her shoulder.

Slap!

Girl, no... ‘矬子’ raised his arm and patted his hand away, and then slapped his face with a slap mercilessly.

"Blind your dog's eyes!"

Zhu Zi rolled his eyes and exposed the face under the brim of the hat to the flames, with a grumpy and sulky expression: "I have only been away for a few days, don't you know me?"

"You fucking..."

The man who was slapped in the face was pale~IndoMTL.com~ subconsciously drew his dagger to give this short one a good look. But the person next to him saw the face of Wanzi clearly, his expression changed, stopped his companion, and whispered a few words in his ear.

"Jiezi? That madman was not sent in..." Before he finished speaking, he was covered by his companion, fearing that Jiezi would hear.

"Hey hey, what are you talking about?"

'Jizi' gave a weird smile, and a fierce light flashed in his numb eyes: "Are you whispering bad things about me?"

"No! No!"

The gatekeeper recalled the terrible rumors of this guy hacking people's fingers at every turn, and took two steps back fearfully: If it were the original scorpion, he might have made some sense. But people who are sent to Arkham basically have problems with their brains! This is one of the most ridiculous places in the world: no one dares to reason with a neurosis...

The gatekeeper hung a smirk and bowed down and asked: "Boss Zizi, what do you do?" (to be continued)