Backlund was as peaceful and harmonious as ever late at night.

A black carriage was parked in front of a seemingly ordinary insurance company in the middle city. In the back seat of the vehicle, Yager was leaning on an armchair with an expressionless expression.

At the door in the distance, Nighthawk Rick was repeatedly emphasizing to his "friend" with slightly curly black hair: "Remember to advise Mr. Drester when you go back. Don't be the first to go watch the fun when you encounter strange things in the future. It's very dangerous."

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"Look at this time, I went to the crime scene without completing all the procedures, and was accidentally arrested in the end. Who can be blamed?"

Rick lied calmly and handed the other party a standard police "bail notice".

"The bail is ten pounds, and if there is no subsequent suspicious behavior within a month, the money can be refunded."

"Okay," Green, who was wearing a monocle opposite, smiled the same smile he had kept since he arrived.

That's right, given that Yager has no contact address for anyone else in Backlund, and the only reliable detective, Sherlock Moriarty, has a low serial number, it is very likely that he will not pass the Nighthawks' inspection and reveal his identity.

Personal information, so he can only settle for second best...

Found Amon...

And half an hour ago, when he met the postman at his door, Meng's expression could be said to have gone through a lot of changes, from surprise, to confusion, to surprise, and finally surprise.

?And there is this kind of fun that is delivered to your door?

Green reached into his windbreaker pocket, quickly took out ten pounds in cash, and accepted the bail receipt handed over by the night watcher.

Yager himself was not even asked for reimbursement.

Under the light of the red moon, the receipt he received clearly read:

"As a legal resident of Backlund, I hereby guarantee that the subject of bail, "Yager Drest", will not be harmful to society and can return to production and life normally."

"Guarantor: Green."

His name was signed in dragon-flying and phoenix-shaped characters.

What a pity, if Drest was not an Outer God, he would not have signed so easily.

Green thought so and put the receipt into his pocket with a little disappointment, preparing to go home and frame it.

Well, you can still play if you sign.

A few seconds later, the carriage door was opened again, and the young man with a monocle entered the car in a few steps.

As soon as he sat down, Green couldn't help but curl his eyes again: "Chi chi chi..."

Yager was hopeless: "What are you laughing at?"

"No, I remembered something happy." Green pushed up the newly bought monocle.

"..."

He doesn't want to talk.

Yager really didn't want to go through another social death experience where Amon led him out of the interrogation room.

The malicious look in the eyes of the other party when he signed is really unforgettable!

His fists were clenched.

But Officer Rick, the Nighthawker behind him, didn't seem to let him go.

The blond Nighthawk knocked on the narrow window of the carriage: "Mr. Drester, remember the agreement you signed. You can only get a refund if you don't have a record of being drunk and smashing within a month."

"Okay, I will supervise him." Green next to him replied seriously and even waved his hand to Nighthawk.

He looks like a law-abiding citizen.

This may be the closest he has come to this definition in his past, including all of Meng's past.

...Green, just wait for me.

Yager took a deep breath and felt his blood pressure rising.

If given a choice, he is willing to break the monocle and the Church of Night as revenge tonight.

Damn the contract blocking the road!

Wait, it doesn’t seem impossible...

The clanking of hoofs drove them quickly away from the insurance company full of strange memories.

Yager raised his eyes slightly: "Mr. Green, when are you going to deal with the incident regarding the Church of the Night?"

"Huh?" Monocle, still smiling, turned to face him, "If you want, you can actually do it tonight."

"Tell me your plan."

…

Backlund, west side of St. Samuel's Church.

Leonard Mitchell, who has black hair and green eyes and a temperament like a bard, stands in the shadow of the building, wearing red gloves that complement the high-hanging moon.

It's his turn to be on duty tonight.

"Haqiu!" He suddenly sneezed without any image.

Leonard took out a handkerchief from the outside of his uniform, covered his nose, and chatted boredly in his mind with his portable grandfather, Pales Zoroastrian.

"Old man, who is the enemy you mentioned before?"

"In case we meet, I have to have an idea." He asked, leaning against the wall of the church.

"For someone who can force you into this situation, even I need to be well prepared."

"What's more, I still need revenge..."

His green eyes looked to the sky.

"You'd better solve today's serial murder case first." A hoarse voice echoed in his mind, which was a bit speechless. "The Nighthawk who was eviscerated this morning was a Sequence 8, but there was no sign of resistance at the scene.

.”

"The murderer obviously has a serial number."

"You'd better pick a few powerful extraordinary items when tracing, otherwise you might get hurt back."

"Don't worry, old man, I can do this little thing well." Leonard murmured, "I won't let that devil go."

"..."

The night seemed to fall into eternal tranquility again.

Time seemed to have passed for a long time before a hoarse male voice slowly resounded in Leonard's heart.

"I have an unknown premonition..."

…

At 1:50 in the morning, there was a violent noise at the main entrance of St. Samuel's Cathedral.

"boom!!!!!"

Sand and gravel are flying.

A large hole suddenly appeared in the door reinforced by multiple extraordinary abilities!

The alarmed Nighthawks and Red Gloves quickly rushed out of the rest area and rushed to the place where the movement was.

"boom!!!!"

The black and gray light penetrated the entire hall!

"Hidden!" The captain of the first batch of Nighthawks who arrived shouted at the top of his lungs.

But it's no use.

The continuous beam of light seemed to be endless, shooting non-stop in the formerly gorgeous hall.

"How is it possible? What sequence of extraordinary abilities is this!" A member of the Red Gloves was hiding in the corridor, trying his best to defend against the aftermath of the splash.

"Don't charge! Take cover!!" This is the roar from the opposite corridor.

In the smoke and dust, a figure covered in crow feathers gradually became clear.

The silver pointed beak mask on the face seems to be a symbol of the death bird.

In the holes exposed by the eyes, black and gray light is constantly gathering...

【Eye of Black Sky】

[Soft eyeballs blessed by ghosts, they were discovered through Byron Worth's mysterious contacts, but in the end these contacts yielded nothing.]

[The depth of the eyeball is a vast sky, roaring in the endless storm of meteorites. Even the slightest friction against it will cause the meteorites to fly and roll.]
Chapter completed!