Secret: The years I served as a foreign aid for the Aurora Club

Chapter 197: Busy

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The sun slowly sank below the horizon.

The True Creator thought for a long time, and when He finally made a decision, He seemed to see the crisis, as well as the misunderstanding and rejection from Klein Moretti himself.

"……So be it."

He said to himself in the darkness, “Next, I will test his heart and kindness.”

"Many people will behave like ordinary people when there are legal and moral constraints. When there are no constraints, they will do all kinds of things that abandon past moral norms for their own interests."

"Power, wealth, status, most people are good people before they get them, but they quickly become corrupt after getting them. This is because their stance is not firm and their self-control is limited. In the struggle with divinity, such an unstable bottom line will bring about a fatal crisis."

If power is the foundation of human nature, then the most powerful power is undoubtedly to become old, and the same goes for status and wealth.

The successor of Tianzun can have weaknesses, but they must not be weaknesses in this area.

But this is not an excuse, because at the same time, there are also people who can remain true to themselves and kind even after getting everything.

There was no light in the office, and the face of the real Creator was covered in darkness, with only a pair of ruby-like eyes shining brightly.

"...Klein Moretti has initially demonstrated his sense of justice and conscience. So, the next step is to give him some help to test whether his moral values ​​will change after he gains benefits."

“I have to make sure every chip I have is used to its maximum effect.”

There must be more temptations and trials to confirm Klein Moretti's personal character. We cannot put all our strength on him blindly. If Klein Moretti can't resist the temptation and loses himself, then...

For a second, the True Creator thought of Amon, who would imitate other Aurora Society members to pray to him and call him "Father".

He remained silent and returned to his seat.

The Aurora Society, the Iron Cross Society, four angels including Medici, dozens of demigods, many mid- and low-sequence extraordinary people and sealed objects, this is already a force that cannot be underestimated, and it can even make other righteous gods sleep uneasy. But as a god, I am not complete enough, which will affect the overall morale of the believers and the strength they can exert.

Moreover, having power and believers alone is useless. The fact that these living forces can surpass one church and deal with two churches does not mean that they have obtained the same resources and status as the Orthodox Church, nor does it mean that they can win.

"There are too many enemies, and I've been crazy for too long!"

"If I had known it would be like this, I would have stayed in the God-Forsaken Land and never come out."

After saying these two sentences in a complaining tone, the real creator did not really intend to take a boat back to the God-forsaken Land and rot to death there.

He leaned back slightly, leaning against the soft back of the chair, staring at the darkening sky outside the window and the faint red moon behind the clouds, and thought of something more important after the City of Silver and the Anchor.

"Fooling history once again..."

He spoke softly, his eyes filled with thought and determination.

If Klein Moretti is really a qualified successor...

"...The god 'The Fool' is an ally of the Creator. He fell asleep in the distant past and awakened before the end of the world after spanning several epochs. He grants salvation to the God-forsaken Land as an ally. Therefore, you must believe in him and fear him as you fear the Lord."

"If Klein is qualified, this will be the content of the new holy book."

In the darkness, God finalized this false history and the true future.

At that time, this part of the content will be conveyed to the people of the Forsaken Land through the Holy Word Angel and Ouroboros, so that they can convert. Perhaps they will encounter resistance, after all, the faith passed down by countless generations for thousands of years will be handed over to another unfamiliar god. But survival is the instinct and highest need of human beings. After seeing the grace of the "Fool", seeing the sunshine, rain, ocean, peaceful nights and breeze in the outside world, the beliefs honed in the darkness will quietly collapse, allowing them to convert from the bottom of their hearts.

This is also the reason why the true creator has never allowed Stifer to provide any help to the God-Forsaken Land, or let the people in the God-Forsaken Land see the outside world.

——Suffering and despair are the whetstone of faith.

——In the darkness, there is God's guidance, firm faith and prayers, but in the outside world there is only sunlight, food and a night that is no longer dangerous.

Faith can stand the test, but human nature cannot.

As for giving an ordinary person unreasonable trials and gifts, and unreasonably determining that he must lose part of his humanity in the future in exchange for power and eternity for the sake of the human group - this behavior itself is overbearing and cruel - it is not within the consideration of the true Creator.

Similarly, it will not be considered by any gods.

On the turbulent sea, Klein Moretti did not know that his fate had been planned by more than one god. He had just stepped onto the land and sent the fat pharmacist Darkwill to the designated location, a base of the "School of Life".

And he felt genuinely upset about the £30 he lost in the bet.

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Backlund, inside an ordinary house.

Ince Zangwill woke up from a short sleep, and his first reaction was to check his body and the surroundings. This had become his habit, because he was not sure what kind of evil stories 0-08 would write while he was asleep, which would bring him unexpected surprises.

After confirming that he was not injured and stayed in the same place before going to bed and after waking up, he temporarily felt relieved.

There were too many things that were beyond his expectations during this period, and even 0-08 could not be easily interfered with.

The "Big Smog" was successfully held, and he was paid, but he was not very happy, because it was an extremely unpleasant feeling to find that the person he killed was resurrected and appeared in front of him for the second time. Ince Zangwill tried to use the same trick again and interfere with Klein with 0-08, but he didn't expect that the vigilant and cunning young fortune teller had already escaped from Backlund and disappeared.

Ince Zangwill then tried to interfere with Klein's surviving family members, but he didn't expect that the Church of Evernight was one step faster than him. Even with 0-08 under his control, he was unable to make an effective response and almost exposed his hiding place.

Ever since he got involved with Klein Moretti, his luck (taking a Level 0 Sealed Artifact from a heavily guarded church and hiding outside for three years without being caught by the church) seemed to have disappeared. The two people from the Moretti family were protected by the Night Watchmen of the Church of the Night, so if he took action again, it would be more trouble than gain.

However, this time the church acted faster than expected, and used the entire Red Gloves team to secretly escort him, which clearly hinted that Klein Moretti was probably not an ordinary martyr, and it was useless even if he hated him to death.

But for now, all these things have to be put aside, and one's own survival and promotion are the most important.

After making sure he was not injured, Ince Zangwill put on his new leather boots and stood up.

As expected, he saw 0-08 quietly placed on the desk, like the most ordinary and common feather pen.

However, it had been locked last night in a metal box covered with layers of symbols and magical markings.

Ince Zangwill walked over solemnly, holding 0-08 in one hand and flipping open the notebook next to him with the other, and found that there was nearly a page of text added there:

“Ince Zangwill did not notice anything unusual happening to him, but he was keenly aware of some problems.

"He looked into the mirror and found himself in a strange way, as if another Ince Zangwill had been born inside him.

"He lowered his head and saw obvious abnormalities between the fingernails of his hands, but he could not remember what he had done last night..."

After reading this description, Ince Zangwill instinctively looked at the full-length mirror in the room. He saw that he was still blind in one eye. His face, like a classical sculpture, did not have a single wrinkle. However, there was a hint of smile at the corner of his mouth, which formed a sharp contrast with his solemn gaze.

At this moment, Ince Zangwill felt that his face looked strange, his eye sockets were deeply sunken, and there was a shadow around him. In the shadow, he had an illusion that his reflection in the mirror seemed to be staring at him with the eyes of a prey. Coupled with the smile that he didn't know how to smile, the whole thing looked very gloomy, cruel and weird.

He raised his hands and lowered his head, and saw some dried black spots between his fingernails. He picked out the black spots with a serious look, and rubbed them lightly with two fingers, and the spots turned into dark red powder, as if they were blood clots that had not been washed away in the gaps between his fingers.

Although he had switched from the "Death" path to the "Night" path and became a "Night Watcher", Ince Zangwill had not lost his previous extraordinary abilities and was still a powerful psychic and a mentor in the field of the dead. Therefore, he immediately planned to communicate with the spirits inside and outside the house to find out what happened last night.

At this moment, he caught a glimpse of the last paragraph on the notebook from the corner of his eye:
"Ince Zangwill tried to communicate with the spirit world, but sadly found that he had gained nothing. It seemed that all the clues had been dealt with by equally professional people. He was very worried. He didn't know what he had been involved in last night."

Ince Zangwill's expression became more and more solemn. He tried to communicate with the spirit, but as expected, he did not get any surprising results. There were no clues. No clues meant that there was no way to accurately interfere with 0-08's behavior. Just as he was about to close the notebook, 0-08 suddenly stood up again, jumped onto the notebook under his murderous gaze, and wrote a line of words in a flamboyant manner.

"Ince Zangwill made a bold guess that he might need help from an expert in the subconscious or the mind."

0-08 will never kindly give you a hint. Behind the seemingly hint information, there must be a deeper and more vicious trap.

Ince Zangwill glanced at it and didn't take it to heart. He grabbed 0-08 and put it back into the sealed box that could temporarily suppress it for a while, then took the notebook and the box, changed into another set of camouflage clothes, and walked out slowly.

His residence is near the East District, an area with relatively poor public security and a large flow of people. Neither the church nor the police will waste time investigating people active here, making it an ideal hiding place.

It seemed to be particularly noisy outside today. When Ince Zangwill walked out of his clean and spacious house, which was quite nice in this area, and turned the corner and walked onto another street, he saw several uniformed police officers questioning the people around him.

"When did you find the body?" asked a serious chestnut-haired sheriff.

The man who was probably the first witness raised his hand tremblingly, with a look of fear and uneasiness on his face: "It was this morning, sir!... He was the resident next door, and I was his neighbor. I remember that he just moved here last month..."

"Do you know with whom he had the quarrel?"

"No, sir! He was a friendly man who spoke very little and often worked till midnight..."

"Yes, he seldom quarrels with anybody, sir!" cried someone else in the crowd.

"Yeah, that's good...are there any other residents around here?"

The first witness hesitated: "The big house in front seems to be inhabited, but I have never seen anyone in it..."

The blond police chief looked at the secretary next to him and asked, "Where is it?"

Ince Zangwill, who was hiding in the corner and observing secretly, frowned slightly. His intuition told him that something unusual seemed to have happened that was related to him.

But he was unwilling to squeeze forward with ordinary people regardless of his status, so he chose to summon a spirit, temporarily letting it act as his eyes and ears, and go to the center of the crowd to see what was going on.

The spirit floated to the center of the crowd. Ince Zangwill took a closer look and suddenly felt an endless chill in his heart.

There was a dead body lying in the middle of the crowd. It was a man dressed in worker's clothes. The cause of death was a big hole in his stomach and his throat was slit.

The body lay flat on the ground, with large pools of coagulated blood underneath.

The death by cutting open the stomach reminded people of the serial murder case a few months ago, so it attracted great attention from the police, and Ince Zangwill had also heard of it. But the internal organs of the victim in front of him were still there, and he didn't know whether there was no chance to remove them or they were not needed.

Ince Zangwill looked at the corpse's torn throat and felt that the mark and size were somewhat familiar. He couldn't help but stretch out his hand to measure it. After a few seconds of silence, he thought of the dried blood clots between his fingernails.

The eyes of the rebellious bishop flashed with the same horror as that of ordinary people who witnessed the corpse. He understood something and immediately turned around and returned to the house before the sheriff and the crowd arrived, and quickly took away some of his clothes and belongings.

His body turned into bright blocks of color and disappeared in an instant.

……

In the dream, Daisy returned to the East District, to the old apartment where she had lived for many years.

She pushed open the door and saw her mother Liv and sister Freya busy washing clothes.

Daisy suddenly became delighted and wanted to join them in ironing.

Just then, she heard a knock on the door. She turned around and saw that the visitor was a young man in a black and white police uniform.

The police officer had black hair and green eyes, and his appearance was a little blurry. He held a notebook and a pen and asked:

"Besides what you have already said about the Capin case, is there anything else that has not been said?"

"Those are not important matters." Daisy answered rather confusedly.

The handsome police officer looked down at his notebook and said, "It's okay. I'm willing to listen."

Daisy looked back at the hanging clothes and felt that she seemed to have forgotten something.

She described the trivial details honestly, and finally said:

"...After I was kidnapped, my mother and sister commissioned a private detective, Mr. Sherlock Moriarty, to find me. He is a good man. Although he failed to find me directly, he contacted reporters afterwards and helped me get compensation from the foundation..."

The black-haired, green-eyed police officer raised his head again, glanced at Daisy, and said with a warm smile:

"Very good, I am satisfied with your answer.

"Do you remember what the private detective looked like?"

Daisy nodded, not surprised to see Mr. Sherlock Moriarty appear beside her.

The great detective, with his thick beard and gold-rimmed glasses, looked exactly as she remembered him.

After the black-haired, green-eyed police officer looked at Daisy deeply for a few times, she didn't know when he left, nor did she know why her mother and sister in the room suddenly disappeared.

She ran around the East District, looking for a familiar figure, and finally woke up in intense depression and sadness. She stared at the dark ceiling of the school dormitory in a daze for several seconds.

Daisy didn't make a sound. She turned her body to the side and buried most of her face in the pillow.

At the edge of the pillow, the wet marks gradually expanded.

It was Leonard Mitchell who entered Daisy's dream. Although he investigated the common points of the two cases just to have his own time to do something, he still did not forget to be perfunctory on the surface. As a result, he really found some problems.

"In both the Lanevus case and the Capin case, there appeared a private detective named Sherlock Moriarty and his friend, journalist Mike Joseph... Although they are only hovering on the edge of the matter, it is also a direction of investigation. Haha, that Sherlock Moriarty looks familiar. Who could he be, the wanted criminal?" Leonard recalled what he saw in his dream, put on red gloves, and entered the bottom of St. Samuel's Church.

He had just greeted the team leader Soest when he saw a companion approaching and handing him two thin pieces of paper:
"The information about the red-eyed man at the Harvest Church that you want to investigate is all here."

"Thank you. Would you like to enjoy lunch together?" Leonard asked with a smile.

The night watchman shrugged and said:
"No, as long as you stop giving me nightmares."

"Deal." Leonard took the information with a smile.

He stood there, not in a hurry to sit down, and casually flipped through the pages:

"Emlyn White is a vampire who currently belongs to the Church of Mother Earth... He was missing for a while, and his parents commissioned a private detective to look for him. According to a Mr. Stuart, the case was eventually solved by the great detective Sherlock Moriarty."

The smile on Leonard's face gradually faded and became quite serious.

"Sherlock Moriarty again?" he repeated the name in his mind.

He was a very young man, and he looked surprisingly familiar to me. Who could he be?
TBC
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