Mystery: The Lamp God’s Path To Freedom

Hillston, 148 Burningham Road.

Radmilo returned to his residence in embarrassment. MI9 returned all his belongings, probably because he didn't like it.

From being discovered, captured, interrogated, to being released, he felt that all of this was like a dream. For a while, he felt that it was over and dead, and for a while he felt that there was still hope, and he even sat on the familiar sofa in the living room On the morning, he also felt as if he hadn't woken up yet.

He thought that he would be shot or become an experimenter of the sealed item, and then die in pain. Unexpectedly, how could he become an informant of the official Extraordinary?

Sitting on the sofa at home, he slowly relaxed his tense emotions, felt his spirituality, and regained his agility and freedom.

He relaxed his muscles and collapsed on the sofa, let his mind fly, and calculated the course of the incident from the beginning.

The thing I'm investigating must be a big secret of the Loen military. The Extraordinary who catches me and laughs must be a demigod, otherwise I wouldn't be caught by him as effortlessly as he catches chickens in his own yard When he got up, the later interrogators were even more coercive and powerful, and they were all big shots.

It's just a voyeur, and a demigod was dispatched, which shows that they care very much about the person who investigated this matter, that woman, and they want to catch the woman who issued the mission.

When they released me, they definitely didn't find out that I had nothing to do with this woman. They... probably wanted to use me to find that party and attract that woman, so they released me.

They want me to pretend that nothing happened, and then go to the party, and then follow me, or directly follow me based on the positioning device I carry, to surround and kill me? Do you still want me to hand in the task and lead out that woman directly?

what should I do?

His body sank deep into the sofa, lying lazily, motionless.

Time seems to have frozen, only the sunlight through the window, and the soft light on the floor, constantly elongated and slanted and faded.

As night falls, the red moon is in the sky.

Radmilo stood up, found a small conch from a hidden drawer, put it over his ears, and listened carefully.

...

Jorwood District, Rice Circus.

Bernadette walked around the fancy tents that were set up one after another. Some of them were intertwined with various bright colors, painted with mysterious patterns, and some were outlined with simple graphics, which looked like pies, pastries, or weird shapes. There are various snacks and drinks on the table at the mouth of the tent.

At this time, there was a performance in the small theater, and there was only one ticket seller sitting on a stool at the door, yawning boredly.

Without buying a ticket, Bernadette stepped in, but the conductor didn't know anything, and yawned again.

The most important reason why Galbien Codo runs this circus is because of his hobby.

This old man, who is already old, often wears exaggerated magic robes and tall top hats, and performs magical magic on stage.

Galbien was not on the stage today. At this time, there were a group of animals and an animal trainer holding a whip.

Walking into the backstage, I saw a red-faced old man scolding some clowns:

"Cheer up! Think of more amusing ways to attract customers, it's always the same old style, and I'm tired of watching it!"

"Sindis Circus has come up with a new trick, and has robbed many of our guests!"

Suddenly, Galbien's voice paused for a moment, then quickly ended his lecture, and sent everyone to go outside to attract guests.

Came to a separate small room, Bernadette said directly: "Stop the investigation of the previous missing persons incident, all people should withdraw as soon as possible, pay attention to the actions of the Witch Sect and the people of the Gnosis Society, and investigate them in Baker Rand's whereabouts."

Galbion nodded solemnly, and then asked: "What about the mission you issued before? Do you want to revoke it? No one has come to hand in the mission yet."

"Stop that Extraordinary party, there is an Extraordinary who may be investigating this matter, and was caught by MI9, who is at the party."

"Then... is the organization also at risk of being exposed, and has the relevant people been arranged to withdraw from Backlund temporarily?" Galbien said cautiously.

"Well, everyone related to the party should withdraw from Backlund."

After explaining the task, Bernadette disappeared immediately.

Galbien sat for a while, changed out of his exaggerated robes, put on a silk suit, raised his cane, and left the circus.

Back at his residence, Galbien took out a huge conch, which was black in color and faintly filled with the sound of the sea wind. If you stare at it intently, you will feel dazzled, your thoughts are flying, and you are swimming in the ocean of your mind.

This is a mixture of the extraordinary characteristics of the listener and the extraordinary materials of the sailor and audience paths, but the main function is very single. It can corrode and assimilate ordinary conch, making it form a mystical connection with itself. The user records a sound into the conch, and other conchs can hear the sound within a certain period of time.

Galbion injected spirituality into the conch. The surface of the conch was sparkling, and the black color on it flowed, as if it had turned into a miniature ocean. The invisible wind blew and swayed waves.

"The Extraordinary party is suspended for a while."

The slightly old deep voice was inhaled and exhaled by the huge black conch, echoing in the room over and over again, forming cascading echoes.

...

After Radmilo returned to his residence, he didn't go out for the first few days, but once he appeared in the front hall, he would have the feeling of being secretly watched.

He sighed inwardly, as expected MI9 could not be a charity organization, there must be a reason for letting him back.

In the past few days, he has also considered his own future, struggling repeatedly in his mind, and finally decided to follow MI9's hope and sell out the party to save his own life. So he had to take out the conch every day and listen to the announcement of the party.

Today he deliberately went out for a walk, and obviously felt that someone was following him, but he didn't deliberately look for it. He kept comforting himself in his heart, and he had to get used to this monitored life as soon as possible.

His previous occupation was a fighting coach in a club. Members of the club can learn fighting with him. Of course, this requires an appointment. When there are no clients, he doesn't have to stay in the club, he can do some things of his own.

When he was released by MI9, he went to the club to ask for a leave of absence. Seeing his distraught and weak appearance, the management staff immediately approved the leave, asked him to go back and have a good rest, and introduced him to several doctors. One of the famous surgeons lived on the same block as him. But he could feel that the opponent might already be thinking that he needed to hire a fighting coach again.

Life still has to go on, so after adjusting his physical and mental state, he returned to the club to resume his old career.

That evening, when he returned home, according to the new habit he had developed in the past few days, he first took out the conch and put it to his ear to listen.

A familiar voice came into my mind.

What? pause? So... what about MI9?

Hearing the notice that the party was suspended, he first felt a burst of relief for no reason at first, and then immediately turned into worry and a little panic.

If I can't find what they want through me, I'm useless, so will they...

I found out that there was a big BUG in a previous chapter, so I have to think about how to fix it`