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Pompeii Weapons Store...

Pompeii...

If you remember correctly, half a year ago, the NV man named Smila Buffon, who had disappeared in Dracula's district, Pompeii... was the name of her dead husband.

……………………coincide?

The idiot floated out of the sewer again. He finally stood and began to think about the ground that had no meaning under his feet.

Next to her, "Watao" did not intervene. She was still sitting there hanging in the air, sneering at the corner of her mouth, staring at the idiot. The two bright red ponytails slowly floated in the air like weightlessness, and the bloody eyes gathered a relaxed and leisurely posture.

“………………………………………………………………………”

"It seems that you have decided."

"Walnut" fell down and carried Shuangyuan on his back.

The idiot turned his head and looked at this thing with the appearance of a princess. After a moment of silence, he said--

"The Pompeii Weapons Store."

"Hmph, human beings always hope to be able to resurrect from the dead. They are always not satisfied with the life they have lost. But they never think about how much trouble the life after their rebirth will bring to others, nor do they think about how inseparable they are from heaven and earth."

"Wata" came over, raised her hand, and pressed it on the idiot's mouth.

"Look at the resentful spirits around you who have been killed. They do not have the powerful souls as powerful as you, so once they die, they will not be reborn. Do you know how jealous they are? Hate you? Hate this world why you, the evil man, have a second chance, but these innocent people do not?"

"Do you...receive your repentance for killing innocent people in the past?"

"If you really reborn, will you reflect on it?"

The idiot looked at "Water" steadily without saying anything, without any expression. Because these questions are so stupid and worthless, he has no need to answer them at all. The most critical question now is not his own confession, but finding the final key within less than 23 xiǎo. Then... rebirth.

Seeing that the idiot did not respond to her words, "Watao" couldn't help but shake her head. After that, her hand reached into the idiot's mouth and slowly pulled it out. A light blue light ball appeared out of thin air in her palm, and she pinched the light ball...

The surrounding environment is distorted.

I can't tell the difference between the top and the bottom.

Everything was like a picture of a child sprinkled with paint, and it became unbearable.

However, this kind of hunluàn did not last much time.

After just four or five seconds, everything around him was combined into a normal environment again.

This is a weapon store.

The late night weapon shop has no gloss and no sound.

The sound of rain that was blocked by the roller shutters was sparse and could not penetrate.

Idiots look around. There are all kinds of weapons in this not-so-large store, including swords, spears, swords, halberds, bows, crossbows, daggers, arrows, and arrows. Although they are not all-encompassing, basically all the weapons you can think of are almost all here.

Facing the large one is a counter. The left side of the counter leads to the forging room behind. The right side of the counter is straight upward, probably where the owner of this weapon store and his family live.

"Okay, the range, the diameter of the space is twenty meters. You can move freely."

"Watao" clapped her hands, and then she sat on the counter next to her, as if an unrelated spectator was waiting to see the performance in front of her. She smiled happily, held her hands and hugged her knees, and smiled.

The idiot mopped his forehead and thought for a moment. Then he began to walk to the weapon stand over there and began to look over it little by little. He looked for a weapon similar to the blade in the sewer.

He searched carefully, for fear of missing out.

Since the blade in the sewer is just a piece of fragments and not a full picture, he must be careful not to miss any weapon.

He has very little time, only 24 xiǎo time.

But no matter how much you are, you must keep your soul quiet and carefully review every process. There is no need to worry.

Recklessness and anxiety are the beginning of death.

And quietness and patience often open a gap for you to lead to life...

“s309…”

Finally, the idiot's eyes gathered on a dagger placed in the exhibition cabinet.

The blade and sword hilt decoration of the dagger are 70% similar to the one in the sewer. And its number is marked on it.

After seeing this, the idiot immediately turned his head and headed to the cabinet. His body passed through the locked counter and saw the account book in it. Without hesitation, he fell into it.

"Oh? It seems that you are getting used to the state of your soul very quickly. It is easy for you to know that something that is unreasonable for the living?"

The idiot who entered the account book did not answer, but quickly searched through the various pages.

"Your entry point is interesting. However, many people should buy weapons, right? Even if you see a few moves, so what? My dagger is not expensive. For fifteen Sura, ordinary civilians can afford it. I guess the sales should be good."

"Watao" sat on the cabinet, looking at the sky board and sneered. But the idiot was still searching for the account book quickly and decisively. After checking this book, he would check the one next to him. He vowed to search the three account books here completely.

"Weapons in weapons stores...not everyone can buy them."

When I was looking up, the idiot spoke and said -

"The Bucks Empire is carrying out a policy of restricting the sale of weapons. For weapons with lethality, generally only those with state-issued certificates of force can purchase them."

"Seven major military classes. Toasting body, burning skills, refining hearts, pure spirits, mortars, jing minds, and souls. Only after you obtain the corresponding military certificate issued by the state can you buy weapons in the wind and sand, and in other cities of the Buck Empire through real names. Moreover, the weapons that can be restricted to purchase at each level are also limited. For example, warriors holding the certificate of refining hearts cannot purchase weapons marked as pure spirit levels."

"The Bucks control the way of each weapon in this way, so that once the killing incidents occur due to these weapons can be found through the records of the weapon shop to find out who bought it. Thus, the final destination is investigated."

"The mark of this weapon is scorching skills. In other words, you can buy any force level above the scorching skills. I just need to search for the scorching skills or above the scorching skills."

"Wata" smiled, and the two tui swayed back and forth slightly, and said with a smile: "So, do you want to find out who bought that weapon and then killed you with that dagger? Well, this is indeed a good way. You should thank the Bucks Empire for its good policies, which give you a targeted approach."

"Then next, I'll wait for you. See if your investigation direction is correct..."

"Are still wrong."

At this point, "Watao" stopped talking. She just sat on the counter next to her, then waited, and watched patiently as the idiot search here.

Idiots also searched one by one, searching several thick books back and forth, hoping to find the information they needed to find.

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Time passes by minute by minute.

Tick... Tick...

And outside, the rain was raining...

For the world of living, everything is quiet in this weapon shop today, without any strangeness or movement.

Everything is so quiet, everything is so peaceful. There is no movement or change.

But... if the picture is switched to the world of the dead, it will become so terrifying here...

Countless evil spirits gather here, hiding in the darkness.

Countless pairs of eyes were staring at the soul searching in the account book with hatred and fear.

The wail of death... continues now.

And the search continues...

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Dang - Dang - Dang - Dang - Dang - Dang - Dang -

Suddenly, a sound came from the air

The dead curled up into their darkness because of this sudden sound. The idiots who entered the account book also poked their heads out of it, followed by the "Walnut"'s sight and looked at the wall.

At five o'clock in the morning.

Before we knew it, more than three times have passed.

"What? Can't find it?"

A sneer was still condensed on the face of "Water" and his tone was plain, and... it seemed a little gloating.

Really, the idiot really didn't find it.

Among those five thick books, he had searched for more than three consecutive times. But there was no result.

Is this impossible?

Could it be that... the weapon numbered s309 has not even been sold once since it was made?

The idiot frowned, pinched his chin, and thought hard. At this moment, a sound of footsteps suddenly came from the upper floor next to him for a while. The owner of the weapon shop slowly walked down in his pajamas.

“………………………………………………………”

Suddenly, the idiot woke up and immediately rose, penetrated the floor and entered the second floor above. He searched in the bedroom of the store owner and his wife.

"So early on?"

The boss lady in her forties climbed up from Chuáng, stretched her waist, and shouted downstairs. The idiot glanced at the boss lady, and then began to search on the desk next to her again.

The shop owner yawned and pulled the roller shutter. With the clamor, the heavy rain outside also surged in.
To be continued...