The Throne Under the Starry Sky Chapter 189: The Name of the Devil (Part 1)

"Papa Papa." A fine golden yellow arc flashed between fingertips and skin, and the cold corpse lying on the dissection table twitched slightly, like Franken, who is about to wake up from his long sleep. Stan, "Strange..." Dvory said to himself and retracted his finger, "The death time is still very short, but the memory can not be retrieved at all. Is it because the poor life for too long has damaged brain functions and caused brain cell activity? Decline." He was observing Zhuoligetu's corpse suspiciously. Years of life in the slum made him skinny. The data on the screen next to the dissection table showed that his weight was only 47 kilograms. The low-quality alcohol had completely ruined this man. The liver of a former fellow of the Brotherhood,

"The cause of death...what is this." Dvoru picked up a slender black metal rod from the tray on the side, "...fired the needle." He looked at the broken needle in his hand, the diameter of the needle and the dead person. The fatal wounds on the forehead were the same, and there were no burns around the wounds, indicating that the firing pin was not shot out by gunpowder weapons.

The blond man thought for a moment, carefully stepped over the body of the unconscious forensic officer on the ground, and came to another dissection table. On the table was lying a male corpse with a y-shaped chest cut. His dark skin and well-developed muscles showed that he was a trained soldier. There was a deep hole in the corpse’s Adam’s apple. The wound almost penetrated the entire neck, severed the spinal cord, and killed the soldier instantly. "Is the weapon recovered? It looks like...needles." Dvoru did not find the corresponding weapon that caused this kind of wound in the tray next to him,

He slowly reached out his fingers and approached the male corpse’s forehead. An electric spark flashed. The corpse’s orbicularis oculi muscle was irritated and he blinked constantly. The air gushing from the hole in his throat became chilling. "I found you, Oriental." A smile emerged from the corner of the special agent's mouth, "Very clever make-up, I can't wait to tear off the mask and see your true face... Now that I have your taste, Then I can't get rid of me again, friend..."

At this time, there was a noise outside, and the messy footsteps of army boots running over the marble floor sounded, "Did you find it?" The blond man sighed softly, retracted his long fingers, and slowly hid in the darkness beside the door of the dissection room. ,

Five minutes later, the Mongolian army surrounded the Zamyn-Uud City Police Station. The camera showed that someone had attacked the forensic office and morgue on the basement floor. However, the signal was disturbed by radio waves, and the intruder was not clearly seen. The soldiers found three forensic doctors who were unconscious in the autopsy room. They had no obvious injuries, and there were no signs of damage or missing items in the room. The Mongolian soldiers picked up the walkie-talkie and reported the situation to the command vehicle and got the order. Yes: "There is no need to continue the investigation, return to the arming point and stand by."

Twenty-five minutes later, a figure appeared in a long idle building in the commercial street near the train station. The blond man in a suit slowly climbed the stairs, patrolled the second floor, and stroked thoughtfully. Leaning on the wall, looking down at the mucus on the fingertips, and then pressing the concrete wall with your hand to send out an electric current, "flow net." The electric charge covers all the surfaces of the room, and the potential difference caused by different materials, positions and shapes is in the brain of the commissioner. A complete virtual model was formed in the middle. A circle of incisions on the wall that were almost invisible to the naked eye appeared. The blond man used his fingertips to emit a high-heat arc and cut along the circular gap. The concrete block fell with a bang, and he stepped through A hole in the wall came to the next room and thoughtfully fiddling with the tie knot: "Have you stayed here for a while? Where do you go next? Fortunately, it didn't rain. The odor molecules after ionization should still be enough... Don’t take this time to run too far."

Forty minutes later, a scream came from a guest room of the Haiboer Hotel in Zamyn-Uud. The scream disappeared quickly. The waiter did not call the police, but told the manager on duty. The city is under martial law, and the hotel is rarely full of stranded passengers. The manager is rushing through the formalities and replied, "Wait a while, if there are still calls." The waiter returned to the 8th floor and finished the hygiene of the two guest rooms. Later, she heard screams and calls for help from room 804 again. She opened the door and found that a businessman surnamed Zhang from China was lying on the floor, covered with excrement, and her hands and feet twitched until the ambulance arrived. The businessman surnamed Zhang has been reluctant to say who was attacked by someone, and only speculated that it was his epileptic seizure. The Mongolian soldier truthfully reported the situation and received the order: “You don’t need to continue to investigate and go back to the defense point. Stand by."

Forty minutes later, a black Volvo S80 car came near the customs on the south side of the first highway and asked to leave Zamyn-Uud and head to China. The soldiers stopped the vehicle and found that there was a man sitting behind the steering wheel. The European with a muscular build and long blonde hair immediately reported the situation to the officer, "I will do everything possible to keep him for five minutes, and I will be there immediately." The major officer roared on the side of the walkie-talkie, "If I get there. When he is gone, you will be in big trouble, Chief Sergeant."

The soldier put down the receiver with a cold sweat on his face, and offered a military salute to the blond man: "First, sir, our officer is on his way. He asks you to wait for five minutes. Please cooperate with our work, sir."

"Five minutes?" Dvoru glanced across the time displayed on the hud (head-up display), "Five minutes, it is time to be wasted, I will wait honestly." He moved his body. , Find a more comfortable posture in the soft driver’s seat, "But if the deadline expires, you have to compensate for my loss."

"Thank you, sir..." The sergeant bowed back, and his right hand holding the assault rifle was trembling. He is a well-versed veteran who is no stranger to the threat of death, but he is strong in the bullets and bullets. The rock-like hand trembles violently today involuntarily, he instinctively wants to stay away from this black car, and further away,

Three minutes later, an armored communications vehicle equipped with a huge satellite antenna drove up at high speed. Before the car stopped, the major opened the back door and jumped down, shouting: "Everyone is leaving, a hundred yards warning District, remove the monitoring equipment, now."

The well-trained soldiers immediately turned off their cameras and evacuated the sentry posts. They formed a circular cordon from a distance. The major tidied up his uniform, wiped the sweat from his forehead, and walked quickly to the driver’s seat window of the Volvo car. Standing at attention and saluting: "Has Erdun, the deputy commander of the Special Independent Regiment of the Second Motorized Infantry Division of the Mongolian Army, salutes you....No, Has Erdun, a third-level peripheral member of the Brotherhood, salutes you. Your Honor."

"...who are you." Dvoru looked at him a little strangely, "but he is punctual, I appreciate that."

The major’s face flashed with both fear and surprise: "You don’t know me, Senator, but my immediate commander and deputy commander Major General Chagambara warned me a long time ago, the Templar of the Thorns Cross. Adults may come to our backcountry. As a member of the fraternity, it is our natural mission to receive you well, sir."

"Chagambara..." Dvor frowned and recalled, and suddenly snapped his fingers: "By the way, he is from Samael, right? I don’t care about the people of the messenger of anger. Too familiar, but Chagambara should be a member of the round table council ranked within one hundred."

"Yes, sir." Major Hass Erdun replied with joy, "You really remember him, Lord Chagambara is ranked 82nd, and he led me into the brotherhood family. He informed me that a very noble brother was coming to Mongolia. As soon as I heard the description of the soldiers, I guessed your identity."

The commissioner smiled helplessly: "Samael is the department responsible for large-scale armed operations, and the Temple of Thorns Crossing is independent of the seven departments, responsible for assaults, covert operations, and punishment. There is not much interest in the relationship, why should I value me so much."

Major Hass Erdun looked around, leaned down and pressed close to the Volvo car, and whispered: "Because he is the son of God from Lucifer, and none of them are natives, just like you. It's a modulation..." He didn't finish his words, his voice suddenly choked in his throat, and the major was horrified to find that he had lost control of his body's muscles. Every muscle fiber was twitching involuntarily, even his eyes were ciliary. The muscles also lost power, the shape of the lens slowly changed, and his vision became blurred.

A finger broke through the skin and pierced his head from the side of his mandible. A high-voltage arc occurred from the end of the spinal cord, directly paralyzing his nervous system, and the sound of words coming and going near and far from the ear: "These The thing is what Chagambara told you. This is the highest secret that is strictly forbidden. He has no right to say it, and you have no right to listen."

The major exhausted all his energy to explain, but was unable to say a word. At this time, the numbness in the throat suddenly eased, and some muscles returned to the body's control. "You still have a chance to say something, Haas Brother Erdun, I am about to execute you as the deputy deacon of the Temple of Thorns Cross, please leave your last words."

"Hey..." The major uttered a voice, "Yeah, Lord Senator...This is not, or what Lord Chagambara told me. I have been selected by Lucifer and accepted as one of the four lucky winners in this issue. Lucifer’s modulation, these messages are what I saw and saw at Seraph’s headquarters..."

"Is that so."

Dvoru’s expression has not changed, but Major Haseldon obviously feels that the control of the muscles is returning to his own body one by one, "Yes, I'm sorry, Senator... I should explain it first. ..." The cold sweat fell drop by drop. He felt that there was no strength on his body, and his teeth clashed to apologize,

"Are four people being prepared every year? The speed is still the same." The commissioner thoughtfully took his fingers out of the opponent's skin, and there was no blood on the fingertips.