Mr. Michel sat up from the hospital bed. It is now 4:55 noon. The hospital run by the God of mercy is in the transition period. The nurses will not come to the single ward at this time.

He put on his windbreaker and was as flexible as if there were no wounds on his body. He opened the door and found no one in the corridor. However, the door to the room opposite was wide open. The old man on the bed in the room was reading the newspaper and laughing from time to time.

It seems that a stupid old man was sent in by his own child. He was confirmed to be crazy and said that he would be sent to a health care hospital in the suburbs tomorrow.

To put it bluntly, it was just asking the old man to find a quiet place to wait for death.

But at least the children paid their money, which is countless generations better than those guys who have been stingy with their money.

Stepping onto the carpet, Mr. Michel opened the corridor door silently and went down to the first floor through the passage ladder outside the wall. The alley was silent. Mr. Michel walked around the corner and took off his clothes.

The windbreaker was handed into my own hands.

"Thank you." Mr. Michel nodded as he took the windbreaker.

Mr. Michel, who handed over the windbreaker, also nodded. He walked to the end of the alley, stood in front of the river, put his hands on both sides of his head, and then twisted hard.

The body lost control and fell into the river.

Mr. Michel, who took the windbreaker, put it on, limped up the emergency staircase, came to his own floor, pushed open the security door, locked it, and came to his room.

"Mr. Inspector of the Just Church, there is no need to inspect this time. Rich people and nobles live here, which obviously does not match the characteristics of the murderer." At the end of the corridor, the head nurse of the hospital accompanied a group of people.

A team of sturdy men came over.

"My dear sister, if the murderer can be defined by money and power, then the poor are born criminals." The inspector was so speechless that the head nurse was speechless.

Michelle thought for a moment, twisted her foot hard, and then fell on the corridor.

"Ah, Mr. Michel! What's wrong with you!" The head nurse ran over immediately, followed by a big man. Michel was a little embarrassed: "Sorry, I seem to have twisted my foot."

After saying that, he sat up and pulled up his trousers, revealing his swollen ankles.

"My God, sir, you are so unlucky." The big man, who seemed to be a member of the Just Church, made a sign of the cross on his chest.

"It's nothing. I'm lucky. I fell like this and didn't hurt the knife on my back." Michelle continued with an awkward smile: "You are."

"Members of the Church of Justice are here to find the criminal responsible for an assassination. Sir, the stab wound on your body..." "You were injured this morning."

At this point in the conversation, the big man nodded: "Thank you, sir, come on, let me help you up."

So Michel stood up with his help, and then got back to bed with his help.

"Thank you, messenger of judgment for sins. I am Michelle. My family always welcomes friends like you."

"This is no guest house, sir. It's best to invite someone to treat your injury on your foot." After saying that, the big man walked out of the ward and returned to his leader.

"How is it?" asked the tall man standing in the corridor.

"It's not like I didn't see the stab wound on his back, but from the hospital medical records, Miss Margaret and Mr. Colin were both present when he was stabbed. When I helped him up, I felt that he only had

The strength of the eighth ladder is not a sequence that favors strength. Mr. Marin has fought against the murderer, and many people have seen them fight with their own eyes. The fact that the murderer can use his strength proves that his strength will not be lost to the little Mr. Marin.

Too much, otherwise that kick would be enough to kill him."

"Then it shouldn't be him..." Seeing the team members who entered the room to check and come out shaking their heads, the tall man sighed: "It seems that our team is destined to be in vain... I don't know what the church members have gained.

how."

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Marin had nothing to do. The adults seemed very busy, and Colin was working even though he was injured. He was responsible for gathering the intelligence that was passed on, and then classifying it and handing it over to different people.

The on-site investigator from the Church of Justice was dragging him along to review the battle.

"You said you were in this position when you played against him. What happened to your footprints?" The female investigator did not believe that Marin could make such deep footprints.

So Marin had to kick again near the footprints. This time the target was a 200-pound wooden dummy. He kicked the dummy directly to the roof with no force at all, and in the process of going up,

The dummy, which was carved from a whole tree stump, fell into pieces.

At the same time, he also stepped on a deeper footprint next to that footprint.

"How strong are you?" The male investigator watched the dummy ascend to the sky. The first thing he said when he lowered his head was to ask this question.

"How do I know?" Marin shook his head.

"How old are you?" The female investigator obviously didn't want to dwell on the issue of footprints anymore.

"Old Ferrero measured my bone age and said I was eleven years old." Marin said this and looked at the male investigator: "Can you measure my strength?"

"Yes, please wait a moment, I will ask someone from the church to bring you a stone of destiny..." At this point, the male investigator asked curiously: "Is it also called the stone of destiny here?"

"No." Marin rolled his eyes: "Isn't that thing tested by children?"

"That's a test of affinity. For extraordinary people, there are also slates for testing attributes." The male investigator glanced at Marin and said, "That's right, usually the first attribute test is done at the age of fourteen.

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So Marin waited for a while. During this period, some young people from other churches who were not afraid of death wanted to challenge the strong men of the Harvest Goddess Church, but Marin gave them a hammer to hang the painting.

"I think with at least 14 points of strength, he stopped and didn't kill anyone." The male investigator understood this.

"At least 15 points of strength. The opponent is the number one person in the seventh grade of the God of War Church. He is also wearing armor. The armor does not deform when he hits it. Only 15 points of strength or more can do this." The female investigator frowned:

"Eleven years old, 15 points of strength, this is basically an ancient frost giant."

"I heard that he is a mixed-race frost giant. How powerful must the paternal line be to suppress the dominant gene of frost giants?" The male investigator felt as if he had seen a gold mine: "I have a daughter about the same age as him..."

Then the two investigators saw Marin open his arms and hug a little girl who ran in.

"Little princess of Moweishi, I think your daughter has no chance."

"forget it."

The chatter between the two investigators came to an end here.

Their church member brought back a slate and placed it in front of Marin. The male investigator first tested the slate himself: "8.7, very good, 0.2 more than last year." Then he gave up his position and the slate

The numbers composed of psychic energy on it also gradually dissipated.

"It's your turn, Marin, to inject your psychic energy." The female investigator looked expectant.

So Marin did as he was told. There was a crack in the stone slab and the number 20 jumped.
Chapter completed!