The Aurora Society's intelligence network quickly located Arthur Watson, who had been active in social circles recently.

As a result, believers soon came out, pretending to extend an invitation, but actually using the standard kidnapping drugs and sacks to bring the unconscious target underground to a certain stronghold.

When Mr. A walked into the single cell deep in the prison, he ordered his entourage to light the wall lamp, and the flame of the candle illuminated the downturned face.

Even though they were put on rough linen prison uniforms, their eyes were closed tightly, and the flickering dim light in the damp and cold dungeon made everyone look like ghosts crawling out of the shadows, none of these external factors could affect the beauty of that face.

Mr. A looked at it carefully for a long time, and finally had to admit that his appearance was very similar to the face that appeared in the oracle.

Then here comes the problem.

Why is the "bride" mentioned in the oracle a man?

Mr. A fell into thinking.

After a while, he decided to ignore this doubt for the time being and let his eyes move down from the open collar, past the shoulders, neck, collarbone and chest, to the abnormal area mentioned by his subordinates in the report.

This man has no part that can be called an abdomen.

Below the ribs on both sides, which are as pale as bone spurs, a transparent membrane covers the outer layer, allowing anyone to clearly see the torso that has been hollowed out of flesh and blood, as well as an item that seems not to be inside the human body.

Strange items appear.

It was an ancient emerald stone mirror with deep and shallow ominous blood stains on its surface.

When ordinary people see this scene, even if they are not frightened to death, they will be surprised and frightened for a moment by the mutilated heretic body that still has breathing and heartbeat.

But Mr. A didn't care.

He approached the man whose limbs and neck were tied by iron chains, squatted down, and reached out to touch the strange transparent human skin membrane, as if he was carefully observing the ancient emerald mirror in his belly.

Suddenly, his hand sank into the hollow body, his five fingers bluffly grasped the handle of the ancient jade mirror, and then he violently dragged it outward!

Blood spurted out and splashed onto the black robe Mr. A was wearing, leaving scarlet marks on his cheeks and chin.

The person who was severely injured should wake up in severe pain, and the drugs that put him into a coma do not help reduce the body's perception of pain.

But the handsome man with his head lowered only let out a muffled groan and then stopped reacting. The mess on his abdomen that looked like it had been eaten by wild beasts lost the indispensable barrier on the outside and was completely exposed to the air.

The smell of decay and decay gradually spread.

Mr. A looked at the ancient emerald mirror in his hand that seemed to be slowly absorbing blood, and narrowed his eyes slightly. Then, he silently raised his right hand and licked the turbid blood on his knuckles a few times.

When a shuddering sting and numbness hit the tip of his tongue, Mr. A immediately bit off half of his tongue, spat it out on the ground, and crushed it with the soles of his shoes.

After doing this, he turned around without changing his expression and motioned to the man outside the cell who was always waiting quietly with his head lowered to come over.

There are many extraordinary ways that the Aurora Society has mastered. In addition to devout believers who have received the Lord's mercy and favor and can become the herders of the "sheep", there are other members who serve as shepherds and lurk in various social classes in the capital of the kingdom, diligently serving the people.

More lambs spread the faith and gospel of the Lord.

This gentle-looking "psychiatrist" is one of the shepherd dogs.

He is active in the middle class as a consultant, and has secretly guided several confused and unfaithful lambs back to the embrace of the Lord. He has unique insights into how to make people express their feelings.

The "psychiatrist" took out homemade herbal hydrosols and hallucinogens purchased through illegal channels from his coat pocket, skillfully helped the target ingest them, and then used the auxiliary effects of these drugs and a copper dial that was much smaller than an ordinary pocket watch.

, began to try to use his extraordinary abilities to break down and eat away at the barriers of people's hearts bit by bit.

Although the progress was difficult and slow, the "psychiatrist" finally succeeded in reaching the other party's spiritual realm and established communication with the mental body.

He saw a ritual in this man's memory.

It was in a dark and closed underground, surrounded by strange sculptures whose specific shapes could not be seen. In the center of the ceremony, a mysterious woman wore a black robe with a rotten and dilapidated edge, using her singing voice to force the crowd.

The owner of the memory held up the ancient jade mirror on the altar.

Tormented by illness, the owner of this memory had no choice but to obey the mysterious woman's order, pick up the strange emerald mirror, bite his finger, and smear blood on its smooth surface.

With the completion of the ceremony, the man was able to glimpse a sleeping female face in the mirror. It was a perfect and beautiful face that could not be described in ordinary words. Even if there was no breath of life, it did not affect her shocking appearance at all.

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From then on, the man received gifts, and his once ordinary facial features gradually changed, transforming into the appearance of the female face in the mirror. But the terrible curse that came at the same time as the gifts eclipsed all the seemingly beautiful appearances.

The "psychiatrist" left that memory and subconsciously glanced at the man's hollowed-out abdomen with fear. Then he lowered his head and turned to Mr. A, truthfully reporting what he saw.

After listening to this, Mr. A naturally realized two problems.

"He didn't originally look like this. After completing the ceremony, he gradually turned into the appearance of the woman in the mirror?"

The "psychiatrist" nodded respectfully and humbly.

After thinking for a while, Mr. A asked the second question:

"Who was the woman who forced him to perform the ritual?"

The "psychiatrist" recalled the memory of what he saw and replied affirmatively:

"Ms. Mourning, this man calls her M.M. Mourning."

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After listening to Alice's story, Klein suddenly realized the intention of her design:

"Are you going to let people from the Aurora Society investigate that witch for you?"

Recently, both of them have been distracted by trivial matters, so much so that he almost forgot Alice's purpose of coming to Backlund with the intention of entering the upper class social circle - she seemed to believe that there would be witches who would use their beauty to be active in the bureaucracy and aristocracy.

class, secretly controlling the advancement and implementation of certain plans.

Arthur Watson smiled and did not answer, but instead said:

"After that, Mr. A took me to the altar enshrining the statue of the 'True Creator', and asked me to eat strange eyeballs and medicinal dregs, and also asked me to recite the name of his creator's god, probably

Are you going to drive me crazy so that they can control me?"

"...Is this the pleasant afternoon tea you mentioned before?" Klein looked at her anxiously, trying to suppress his restless mood.

"Don't worry about the details. Although I do want to study the altar of the god up close, it is easy to get away with it, and it is also likely to let Mr. A and his men get rid of the group illusion I specially prepared for them, so I let

He took me to visit the underground prison in an area away from the altar, and finally returned with a small bag of dried squid snacks." Arthur Watson kept his voice low and explained seriously.

"Dried squid...snack?" Klein couldn't react for a moment.

"Oh, didn't I mention it just now? Their base is set up at the bottom of a seafood pickling factory in the dock area. If you walk a few steps back to the ground, you can see the processing assembly line, and of course there are a lot of fresh food from the river and sea.

"She leaned back on the sofa and snorted unhappily, "If I don't take anything, it will be like letting others take advantage of me this time. It's quite uncomfortable to have your stomach picked out..."

Hearing this, Klein was shocked:

"Wait a minute, didn't you use illusion to influence those people? Shouldn't that part of taking out the mirror from the body also be..."

"The previous experiences all happened. Only the altar section has been slightly modified by me." Arthur Watson shook his head and corrected him, "If you want others to believe something, you must first let them believe it."

It has reality, even if it is only partial. And the thing that makes the herders lose their guard the most is naturally the well-behaved lamb under their control. Next, if they plan to continue searching, no matter who their real target is, it will be very difficult for me.

It’s beneficial.”

Klein had to admit that there was a certain truth to her approach, as long as he didn't care about the specific method... Thinking of this, he subconsciously looked at her waist and abdomen, which showed no abnormalities, and he had an unreasonable urge to open her clothes and take a look.

However, he just ran this idea through his mind, then decisively put it aside, and seriously thought about what changes this intersection between Alice and the Aurora Society would bring to the current situation.

In the short term, her identity as "Watson" will be greatly enhanced due to the influence of headline reports. In addition, with the more or less attention from the Loen military and the three churches, even if a cult organization like the Aurora Society is famous for its madness, it will no longer be possible.

He has no brains and will not take the risk of completely exposing himself just to lure an unstable potential believer into the water.

As for from a long-term perspective, my first revenge target is destined to put me on the opposite side of those madmen, and Alice cannot tolerate pretending forever... Since she will fall out sooner or later, she should naturally take advantage of it at this stage.

Every opportunity to gather intelligence.

Seemingly remembering a name deep in his heart, Klein couldn't help but smile, but he also knew that now was not a good time to talk about revenge.

Let’s not talk about whether the bodyguard lady may have heard the content of the conversation here. The military member named Kangs and the two police officers with extraordinary status are enough trouble, not to mention the mysterious person who is suspected of possessing Ian.

The existence makes people have to be careful when dealing with the ears of the wall.

Alice must have considered this situation and deliberately chose to tell this slightly bizarre experience that did not involve many important secrets.

At the same time, this is also the signal she revealed to Sherlock Moriarty, telling him the background story that supports the false identity of "Arthur Watson" so as to make the character more three-dimensional and full.

There is a novel that The Emperor plagiarized from "The Count of Monte Cristo". This kind of avenger character who comes from a former royal family is simply the standard for a shining protagonist. Add a little bitterness and hatred of being cursed, well, a

The target that attracted much attention was born.

In comparison, his friend from Jianhai County seemed unremarkable and did not see much value worthy of attention.

Of course, Klein didn't dare to put all his bets on the luck of being dark under the lamp and the ID card that didn't know whether it could withstand investigation.

The most appropriate approach is naturally to slowly fade out of the social circle of this high-profile figure and become one of his many ordinary friends who are inconspicuous.

So when Klein started to organize his words and think about how to express them, Arthur Watson seemed to have guessed what he would say and spoke first:

"I have something else to do when I come back today - simply pack my luggage and temporarily move to their designated residence."

"Then you..." Klein subconsciously glanced at the girl who was sitting quietly, "What should you do with your sister?"

"Take care of her for me for a while. After this period of time, I will come to pick her up." Arthur Watson nodded slightly in greeting, then stood up and walked towards the entrance of the living room while waving his hand, "Okay.

I have to go upstairs to pack my things, otherwise the youngest son of Viscount Learson will suspect that I am plotting to escape with my friends and secretly squat outside the door to eavesdrop."

"There is no time for you to chat leisurely now, let alone if you are really talking about household matters, why did you allow Detective Moriarty to be present?" Conse's voice came slowly from the corridor outside the door.

"Because he intends to pursue Claire, is this reason enough?" Arthur Watson's footsteps were gradually moving away.
To be continued...