13 Mink Street

Alfred is driving,

Karen and Diss sat facing each other in the trunk.

Diss closed his eyes, resting his mind;

Karen kept staring at the cuboid pit in the rear compartment of the hearse in front of him;

Accompanied by the jolting of the hearse, Mr. Editor-in-Chief and Mr. Morff are constantly embracing each other.

In the compartment, the tobacco smell from cigars mixed with the slight pungent smell of pen ink is not unpleasant, and it is even a bit pleasant under the premise that the windows are always open for ventilation.

Pu'er crawled beside Karen, as if taking a nap.

Karen stretched out a hand and leaned out of the window, feeling the touch of the wind flowing over his palm.

The weather is still relatively cool, especially at night, but Karen now feels that his palms are still a little hot.

When facing Mr. Morff lying on the ground, he once said sincerely:

"Praise order."

But reason kept telling him that the Cult of Order should be really powerful, but he still couldn't fully believe that the only reason he was able to be unscrupulous tonight was because his grandfather was the local judge of the Cult of Order;

In other words, not because Diss is the judge, but because the judge is Diss.

He remembered that Alfred once said that his grandfather was not an ordinary judge of the Cult of Order;

yes,

A Diss who dared to say "the God of Order was raised by a prostitute" in front of his face, a grandfather who would not hesitate to hold a super-standard descending ceremony in order to revive his grandson,

How could it be just an ordinary judge?

Think back again,

Alfred suggested to himself in the hearse yesterday: Master, you can ask your grandpa.

And what Pu'er said at the top of the stairs: go to Diss, he can always give you the most calm and safe advice.

Are the two of them really referring to Diss' status as a judge?

them,

It should be Diss.

Perhaps, what is revealed to me now is just the "tip of the iceberg" of the true face of this world.

So,

Next up,

Shall I keep turning it off, or after tonight's indulgence, throw it all behind me and go back to living a normal life, like Uncle Mason?

The real side means cruelty, and the death of "Karen"'s parents is the best proof;

But after seeing the "wonderful" scenery, burying your head in the sand to hold an ostrich is a bit like deceiving yourself.

Own,

Can you be willing?

It should be unwilling, I clearly know my character, and I belong to the kind of person who is very strong in my bones;

A person who is accustomed to struggle in his previous life may be able to take a short rest in a state of tranquility, but if he really lies down all the time, he really cannot do it.

However, if you can't do it, it doesn't seem to be your own decision.

Diss' attitude is very clear. He once said to himself that before his death, he should not think of other ideas;

But since this is the case,

And why did you bring yourself out tonight, and deliberately use that formation to hope that you can... have fun?

actually,

Diss should be able to see that the formation should have no effect on him. It might not be obvious at the time, but now? He must be aware of his current mental state.

But he seemed to deliberately find himself a step down.

It is clearly forbidden to learn to drive by yourself,

But I also like to drive myself to appreciate the real scenery on both sides of the road,

so,

diss,

What exactly are you trying to do?

Is it really the complex and intertwined kindness of grandpa?

"Are you happy?"

At some point, Diss had opened his eyes.

Karen withdrew his hand from the window and nodded:

"happy."

"Is there any burden?" Diss asked again.

Karen nodded, shook his head again, and replied:

"Yes, but it can be overcome."

Seeing a living person die in front of him is indeed a relatively large psychological shock;

However, he is already good at psychological adjustment, what's more, these people, such as Mr. Editor-in-Chief and Mr. Morph lying here, when they manipulate other people's lives, they are like playing with a pen cap and a a cigar;

It's just that under the rules of the real society, it is difficult for them to be punished. Even if they use great strength, they can at most touch the corner of their clothes;

But they really are damned.

kill for life,

This principle is true no matter where it is placed.

Therefore, I have been doing something that everyone thinks is correct, but in reality, almost everyone thinks it cannot be done.

certainly,

Karen doesn't think of himself as Batman or any other kind of justice in the dark side of the city,

For he cannot deny that,

In this process, he actually felt a kind of happiness.

This kind of happiness has been accumulating since I got the reaction from Diss, when frying spring rolls, watching the funeral, and watching groups of people performing to their heart's content;

His expectations are constantly piling up, and after nightfall, the majestic expectations begin to gradually transform into happiness.

Own,

enjoying the process.

Mr. Morff, who is dying of cigarettes,

The editor-in-chief who was stabbed to death by his pen,

Ah,

What an artistic expression.

Karen's consciousness suddenly returned to that afternoon a month ago,

when he picked up the phone,

When the male voice of the strange demon possessed by Mrs. Hughes came from the other end of the phone:

"You interrupted my artistic creation."

"So, do you need some professional advice on art?"

Mrs Hughes,

look,

This is called art.

Karen's back suddenly felt chilly, like a child playing with building blocks, and suddenly, from the original interest, it became dull.

Diess said, "So, do you want to turn back now?"

"No, I don't want to," Karen replied.

"Why, I just read negativity from your eyes."

"Because it's not finished yet."

Karen swallowed the word "work of art\

,"Turned to:

"The matter has not been completed yet, and the Symmetra over Luo Jia City has not wiped away all the dust."

"Okay." Diss nodded, "Very good."

Shaoqing,

Diss said again:

"You have to remember in the future that the first step of order is always on yourself."

"I'll remember, Grandpa."

so,

Those heroes like to wear masks,

Maybe it's not to cover up their instinctive smiles when they punish evil,

It's to cover up my ebb and flow in the process.

Reminiscent of the previous two "law enforcement" by Diss,

Karen suddenly couldn't help but sigh with emotion:

"Order is like a mask."

Diss closed his eyes, and seemed to have no reaction to these words at all, but the fingertips of Diss' hands folded in front of him could not restrain their trembling at this moment.

Pu'er, who had been dozing off all the time, raised his head at this time and looked at Karen who was sitting in front of him. What the young Diss said to him decades ago when he returned from the Church of Kosmos came to mind:

"The elder of the temple asked me a question. He asked me, what does order look like to us believers?"

"Oh, how did you answer that, Dis?

Is it light, is it the sun, is it the air, is it the truth of the movement of all things, is it the belief that you strive to achieve in your life? "

"My answer is that it's just a mask. People outside the mask can't see the real you, but you can use the name of the mask to do whatever you want."

"Diss, the elder of the Temple of Order is really kind, otherwise I can't think of a second reason to let you come back alive."

...

Alfred, who was driving the car, said:

"Master, master, here we are, they are waiting for us there."

ahead,

Brilliant Hotel Luojia,

reunion,

On the thirteenth floor.

Karen got out of the car and twisted her neck a few times.

At this time, a group of young people singing and dancing came across the road. The leader was a young man in a red jacket with a large radio on his shoulders, playing fast-paced music.

In this era, this kind of scene is actually very common. With a radio on your shoulder, you will immediately gain a lot of fans. You can sing and dance together, releasing the excess energy of youth.

Alfred noticed Karen's gaze, stepped forward, and said to the young man in the leather jacket:

"Sell it to me."

"Hey man, are you crazy, this is my belief, belief, belief, you, you, you dare to stain my belief with dirty money, please get out of my sight, or I will use My espadrille kicks your ass hard."

Alfred took out a wad of rupees from his pocket and put it in the hands of the young man in the leather jacket:

"Three thousand rupees."

The new model only sells for 1,500 rupees in the store. This is still the old model. Even though there are many stickers and graffiti on it, it is a pity that this cannot make it appreciate.

"Hey buddy, now I decide, decide, decide to entrust my belief to you, please treat it well!"

The young man in the leather jacket took the rupee away and shouted to his friends behind him:

"Target bar, let's go!"

The young people who abandoned their beliefs exchanged for alcohol gave out a round of cheers.

Alfred walked back with the radio on his shoulders:

"Master, I think you need this."

Karen shook her head;

Um? Am I wrong?

Karen corrected, "No, it was the night that needed it."

"You are right, sir."

Alfred's fingers slid over the keys of the radio,

Then he clenched his other hand into a fist and placed it next to his lips.

immediately,

The guitar sounded from the radio, low but light, like folk accompaniment.

When a great being needs music, all you have to do is to release the track instead of asking him stupidly: Which song do you like?

Alfred began to twist his body slightly, actively breaking the awkward atmosphere;

In his eyes, calling him Master Diss is because he is indeed the young master's grandfather. He respects Diss, but he doesn't necessarily fear him;

The only thing in his eyes is the young man in front of him, on whom he entrusted his future.

Karen also raised his hands slightly, and his body swayed along with him;

In his previous life, he didn't like to go to the ballroom, he didn't like the hustle and bustle, so he didn't know how to dance, but just like the men and women who went to the Crown Ballroom in Luojia City, there were a few who really went there for the purpose of practicing dance ?

Diss standing behind,

Watching Alfred and his grandson, walking with the music while dancing reservedly;

In order not to affect Karen, Pu'er, who chose to return to Diss's shoulders, looked at this scene and said:

"This is youth." Immediately, Pu'er teased again, "Are you envious, Diss?"

Diess replied: "When you are old, you keep envious of the youth of young people, which means that your youth is actually wasted by you, like a free soul trapped in a cat's body."

"..." Pu'er.

into the hotel,

step into the elevator,

Under Alfred's kind eyes, the bodyguards on the thirteenth floor took the initiative to walk into the elevator, and while dancing, they pressed the floor button to the underground parking lot.

Subsequently,

The three came to the box.

Alfred stopped the music, because there was a pleasant piano sound coming from it, and it was in the climax of a piece of music.

"I know this song. The news from Wayne said that "Nature's Companion" was written by Doris herself."

"The music is very nice." Karen commented.

The cheerful rhythm makes it easy for people to imagine the scene of running in the jungle and dancing with a group of green elves.

Alfred echoed: "Yes, so generally speaking, people who really do things are not suitable to be a good artist, because people's energy is limited."

"you are right."

"Master, do you need me to open this door for you now?"

"No, wait a little longer, wait for this song to end, this is, respect for music."

"Yes, master, I will review."

...

In the huge box,

Doris' fingers flowed gracefully on the keys, and the crisp sound of the piano rang through the entire floor.

Mr. Hargett, an old councilor who was already slightly drunk, was leaning on his chair, looking at Doris with increasingly presumptuous eyes.

A few years ago, it was revealed that he had done something beastly to a girl, but he used his own strength to settle it down. The influence of this kind of old councilor in Luojia City has never been underestimated.

Mr. Oka swung his glass of wine, lost in self-indulgence.

Mr. Ford smiled to himself. He was completely drunk and kept talking to himself:

"Hello, please call me Ford."

"No, please call me Mr. Mayor."

"Or, you can call me Lord Mayor, ha ha."

in the corner,

Alotta, who was wrapped in a red robe sitting on a chair, glanced at the old MP Haggett from time to time.

Before the banquet started, Hargett asked Doris if she would accept a separate banquet at his house the day after tomorrow.

Aloteta is hesitating whether to let the old MP pass away naturally in the future.

However, he still has some doubts.

The headquarters of the Cult of Order is in Wayne, and Ruilan, which is separated from Wayne by a sea, naturally has a complete system of the Cult of Order;

When he first joined Luo Jia, he sent a famous post to the God of Order. This is a kind of religious etiquette. I'm here, and I want to treat you to a cup of tea as a token of respect.

actually,

The existence of the Cult of Order has always been secretive, because the number of their believers has never been large, so many people who are keen on religious knowledge may not even know the existence of the Cult of Order;

But people in every religious circle and the strange demons hidden in human society dare not underestimate this mysterious religion.

but,

His famous post fell to nothing, and the other party didn't make the slightest response at all.

This is also normal,

Although the judges of the Cult of Kosmos have an extremely strong backing, their degree of freedom has always been high, in other words, they are lazy.

According to his experience of traveling in many cities in many countries, generally speaking, they are happy to turn a blind eye to some small things as long as they don't make big troubles.

In addition, the lower part of Symmetra is often the easiest place to hide filth. Therefore, the Cult of Symmetra system has always been the target of various religious sects and forces that like to cling to and erode.

It is terrible, but corrupt;

It's powerful, but dirty;

As long as you give it respect, it will also give you convenience;

This is,

The Cult of Order in Alotta's eyes.

That's why Aroteta agreed to accept Mr. Oka's request. After all, only a poor family died. Even if he didn't kill them, they would disappear in the dirty streets full of stinky gutters one day ;

I represent nature and help their family complete the purification.

Doris' performance entered the final stage.

outside the door,

Alfred was counting the beats in his head.

beep……

With the last key falling,

Doris stood up,

He bowed to the three people on the wine table.

"Squeak..."

currently,

The door of the box was also opened.

Diss stepped forward,

Opened the mouth and said:

"Someone accused you of violating order and driving strange demons to do things for you. Now, you are being questioned according to the "Order Regulations" of the Cult of Kosmos."

"What is it?" Old Councilor Hargett stood up and shouted at Dees, "Which police officer, why don't you open your eyes and come here to disturb us..."

Mr. Ford held his wine glass,

Drunkenly shouted:

"Call me Lord Mayor, and I'll buy you a drink!"

Mr. Oka immediately raised his hands and cried:

"I am willing to accept the investigation from the Great Order God, and cooperate with all unconditionally!"

His behind-the-scenes master is a Duke of Wayne, who also works in the government's commercial department and has a lot of power. Once when he was attending a banquet, a young man with a fair face stood beside the Duke;

The young man once asked Oka: "Do you have faith?"

Oka was still a little complacent at the time, and replied: His loyalty belongs only to the Duke, but he does have many friends in the church around him, who sometimes provide him with a lot of help.

The young man asked him again: "Then do you know the Cult of Order?"

Oka replied: "I've heard some, Kosmos is like a police station in the religious world. However, police officers are also human beings. They can also make friends and need friends."

"You're right, but what I want to remind you is that, just like when a policeman raises a gun at you in reality, when someone from the Order of God uses the "Order Ordinance" to question you, your The best response is to... put your hands up."

"Is it... so serious?"

"When they read out the "Regulations on Order," it was like the police in reality standing next to a reporter holding a camera, and behind them stood the God of Order."

So, Mr. Oka now has his hands up.

"The proud force of nature, please protect your loyal believers, save us from the torture of purgatory, and give us the fragrance of nature."

Aroteta walked towards Doris while singing, grabbed her hand, and the red robe on his body instantly expanded, wrapping Doris in it, and then slammed directly into the French windows in the box.

"boom!"

broken glass,

The two fell directly from the tall building,

Cold air blows in from the broken floor-to-ceiling windows, making everyone present shiver uncontrollably.

Mr. Oka, who was raising his hands, was suddenly startled:

Is it so serious!

And at this time,

Mr. Oka saw the young man who said he would bring fried spring rolls to him during the day standing beside the old man who had spoken before.

He said:

"The strange demon chose to resist arrest, and took the poor environmental protection girl Doris as a hostage."

Diss walked towards the floor-to-ceiling windows and said:

"According to Article 5 of Chapter 4 of the "Order Regulations", taking a posture of resisting arrest during the interrogation process is an additional crime."

Then,

Diss also jumped down.

Seeing his grandfather jump directly from the thirteenth floor, Karen's eyelids subconsciously twitched a few times. Although he knew that Diss would be fine, he still felt emotionally that the old man should not do such a dangerous exercise.

"Master, you don't have to worry about the master." Alfred said with a smile, "Master, he is very powerful, and I can't beat him."

Karen nodded.

Turning to face Mr. Oka in the direction of the wine table,

road:

"Mr. Oka, I have come to bring you fried spring rolls as you ordered."

Alfred immediately bowed and said, "I'm sorry, young master, I forgot the spring rolls, please punish me."

"Doing things so carelessly, isn't this a disappointment to our Mr. Oka? It will damage the brand name of the Inmeles family."

"Yes, master, but you can make them on the spot. The spring rolls will be fresher. I believe Mr. Oka will be very satisfied."

Karen wondered: "But, there is no face."

Alfred immediately said: "The old MP Mr. Hargett has a thick skin, you can borrow it."

"There is no stuffing, I like spring rolls that are plain."

"Mr. Ford, the mayoral candidate, has a brain full of sloppy things that can be borrowed and used."

"No oil, how to fry?"

"Mr. Oka has a lot of oil on his body. The only thing he can't live up to is the delicious food. I believe Mr. Oka will definitely be willing to borrow it."

Karen nodded.

road:

"It's nice to have them all. Alfred."

"exist."

"Let's prepare the dishes."