13 Mink Street

"Give."

Richard handed a small reagent bottle to Karen, which contained Richard's blood essence, which was a part of the essence of human blood.

"Um."

Karen naturally took it and put it in his pocket.

Because there is nothing to be ashamed of, with Jerry around, Richard's hematopoietic function is very strong, otherwise it would be impossible for him to regain his energy again and again after being beaten to bleed again and again.

After the security at the gate checked the membership card, Karen and Richard were able to enter the manor. There were many teams patrolling inside, and the security was very strict.

After all, this is a high-consumption place, and the unrestrained behavior of many celebrities here cannot be allowed to spread.

A carriage passed by the two of them, and the curtains were closed, and a woman could be seen sitting inside. Although her makeup was thick, it could not hide her age. She should be nearly fifty.

Originally, Karen and Richard could also enter in a carriage, but in order to take a closer look at the environment inside, they refused this treatment.

After the carriage passed by, Richard leaned over to Karen and whispered, "She is Mrs. Baolifa, a very famous writer."

"is her?"

"Hey, have you read her book?" Richard was a little surprised.

"Um."

Karen has always had the habit of reading books. When he is free, he will take out a book from the bookshelf and flip through it. From Ruilan to Wayne, he has kept it until now. In addition, his reading speed is much faster than ordinary people, so the amount of reading Already high.

This Mrs. Bolifa has several famous works, "Dear, I Want to Tell You Softly", "A Love Letter to Heaven", and "My Face, the Back of My Hand That Misses You".

The writing is concise but delicate, and the themes are all about the remembrance of her deceased husband and the memories of the loving life of the two.

Therefore, although her books are not popular, they have always had a very stable readership. She herself often attends some public or government-organized activities, and her influence is not low.

Richard held up three fingers: "This lady is really good at playing, a blindfolded boxer, she ordered three by herself."

A man in front of him stopped, turned around to look at Richard, and waved to him.

Richard also waved to him, and then pointed to Karen beside him, indicating that he had a friend here and let him go in first.

He was tall, well built, and looked like a tenor, and he was.

"Mobigar, a well-known singer, I played with him here. His famous singing repertoire is loyalty to love. The most popular singles are all sad ones. His wife passed away early."

"He likes to order three at a time, too?" Karen asked.

"one……"

"That's pretty normal."

"boxer."

"hehe."

Richard also laughed and said:

"Hehe, there's no other way, it's all set up by someone. If you ask your own readers or listeners, it's easy to cause problems and ruin your reputation; but if you go to a dim sum shop, if you get caught, your reputation will also be ruined.

But all of them are quite rich, so who would want to live such a wronged life with such money, and have to use their own hands? "

"Are there many mansions like this in York City?"

"Not too much, but not too little. The service price and service demand determine its tiered market, but I still prefer dim sum shops. I think there is a breath of life there, and chatting is fun."

"Aren't you happy chatting here?"

"Last time I sat on the bed with a waitress in a private room here to drink coffee and chat. I wanted to have a deep conversation on purpose, but it was only after the chat was almost over that I realized that the other party was a student of the Department of Philosophy at York City Imperial University. .”

"If you have time to chat with others outside, it's better to go home and talk to your father."

"Karen, you touch your conscience, does my father need to talk?"

"Communication is still necessary."

"Oh, I'm talking to my dad now, and within a few words, I feel that he's looking for an excuse to beat me up. Fortunately, my hands and feet have been clean and I haven't left any traces, so he has no chance to take advantage of it."

Walking into the gate of the building, the first floor is a large coffee shop layout, with a large space and many separate areas, and some coffee seats are wrapped in black cloth.

"The first floor is pretty normal. On the second, third, fourth and higher floors, there are more ways to play and tricks."

"Choose the most direct project," Karen said.

There's no need to experience them one by one, and I didn't come to visit a brothel on purpose, even if it's very high-end.

"Okay, I'll make an appointment first, are you alone?"

"two."

"I don't want it. I hate this kind of physical communication without emotional basis. It reminds me of two dogs mating on the street."

"Last time in the theater on Darkmoon Island, you didn't choose?"

"Would you believe me when I said that I played chess with that mermaid on her scales?"

"But you introduced it vividly when you came out."

"That's for the sake of being in the group." Richard patted his forehead, "Forget it, let's regard it as dedicating to art this time, but what specific steps do we need to achieve?"

"It won't be drained all at once, what are you afraid of?"

"Okay, I'll go to the front desk and ask for the highest-end service, because that requires the use of the topmost room. The room there is large and exquisitely furnished. I think it should be their remodeled workshop."

"Go, I'll wait for you."

"Crack!" Richard snapped his fingers, "Waiter, bring me two glasses of ice water."

After speaking, he went to the bar.

Karen found a random place to sit down, but as soon as he sat down, several elderly people in gentlemanly clothes sat down on the seat next to him.

These elderly people are in good spirits and have ruddy complexions, but Karen can detect that their spirits are a little strange.

Is it because the qi and blood were taken and supplements were taken, causing all of them to have symptoms of deficiency and heat?

You know, only the knights who have undergone rigorous training in the Knights can support the rapid entry and exit of being continuously drawn from the strength and blessings on the battlefield. They are a group of old people...

Probably, after three or four months, at most half a year, the body will suddenly collapse and walk very quickly, because what they are experiencing is to concentrate the firewood for the next ten or even twenty years on this period of time. .

An old man held a pipe and said loudly: "I still stick to my opinion. I can't change the ending of this story into a comedy or a tragedy, which is more in line with the theme of my series of stories."

Another old man said: "However, most readers don't like tragic endings. Sometimes, we need more self-confidence when creating. We must insist on ourselves, but don't deliberately go against the readers."

"Okay, ok, we're all here, and you guys are still talking about creation, please, we came here from home in the name of a writers' gathering, are we really here to continue to pick up the pen and write a book? "

"That's right, since you're here, you have to enjoy yourself. Who of you has read today's schedule, is there any event in the morning?"

"Yes, but most of them are in the afternoon and evening. After all, the people who live here can't get up in the morning, and the people who are going to come today basically arrive in the afternoon."

A balding middle-aged man trotted over.

"Haha, Kutmey, it seems that you really used up a lot last night. You only got up now. We've already had breakfast and taken a walk."

Kutme shrugged after sitting down, and said helplessly: "I just talked to my office secretary on the phone, and he said that he received two boxes of razor blades sent by readers last night!

My secretary was terrified, he thought it was a death threat, and strongly urged me to change the plot of the novel serialized in "Venn Works" on the phone, so as to prevent readers from doing more extreme things; You know, the windows in my office were replaced five times in the last month! "

"Kutemei, I don't think it's because of you modifying the plot. I'm also chasing your novel, but it's been a month since I saw it in the newspaper. Was it cut down by the newspaper because it didn't get enough response?"

"No, it's because I have no inspiration recently, so I can't submit the manuscript."

"Haha, then you deserve it."

"Come on, waiter, bring us a copy of today's service list. Kutmei, let's take a good look at today's program. Believe me, you will definitely find real inspiration here."

Karen, who was sitting next to him, silently took a sip of ice water and looked down at his membership card. He seemed to be a "writer" himself, but he didn't want to blend in with them at all.

However, he didn't want to join, but someone came over on his own initiative, that Kutmey.

"Going together?" Kutme asked with a smile.

"How do you know?" Karen asked.

"My eyes have always been very accurate. I write criminal investigation novels. If I don't write novels full-time, I may be the chief of the police station by now."

The person in charge of the law enforcement department of an Orthodox church is considered by you to be a colleague. Fortunately, you did not become the chief of the police station.

"Come on, do you want me to bring you into the circle?" Kutme asked, "Shall I introduce them to you?"

Karen shook her head.

"That's right, it's not boring to forcefully squeeze in at one level. Our circle of writers is very pure, that kind of pure reality, hahaha."

"Every circle is actually the same."

"Maybe, hey, why do you drink ice water so early in the morning?"

"I am used to it."

"It's not good for the stomach." Kutme rubbed his stomach, "I have a stomach problem, so I try to avoid stimulating it as much as possible now, alas, life is still beautiful, I still want to continue to appreciate this world."

Karen reminded: "You don't have to come to this place."

"Um?"

"If you want to live longer."

"You're right, living here is too comfortable, it will corrupt my soul, so I don't plan to play like them for so long, I plan to go back the day after tomorrow, I'm afraid if I don't go back to catch up, they will send explosives to my office Bag."

Karen nodded, then you should be able to attend all of their funerals.

Soon, Richard came back.

The old writers at the next table saw Richard immediately stood up and shouted:

"Look, who is here, hoo!"

"Hi, the great flesh-colored pianist Master Eisen!"

"In the auditorium this afternoon, I will definitely participate in your piano performance!"

Richard greeted them and left his seat with Karen.

"Karen, I've made arrangements and I can go upstairs right away."

Karen and Richard walked towards the elevator entrance, where there were already two waiters waiting, entered the elevator, and went directly to the top floor.

"Mr. Eisen, please come with me."

"Mr. Richard, please come with me."

The two waiters were going to guide Karen and Richard to rooms in different directions.

Richard asked, "Is there no room next to each other?"

The waiter smiled and replied: "Mr. Eisen, because you ordered the most distinguished service, and the rooms here are large and soundproof, so it doesn't matter whether you are next door. Of course, if you two have If there is a need in this regard, we can arrange the two of you to serve in the same suite."

"No, no, I don't have this special request."

While refusing, Richard moved closer to Karen and said, "I'm a little nervous."

Karen responded: "You have to trust your little Jerry."

The two separated, and Karen was taken into a box.

"Mr. Richard, this is the service detail list, please tick the items behind."

"OK."

Karen sat down on the sofa. The suite has a lot of space, a big bed, a living room and a study room. Oh, of course, a large bathroom is indispensable. If nothing else, it is the most frequently used protagonist here.

The list is very long and needs to be checked one by one. From the theme atmosphere, plot, scene, clothing, etc., there are many choices to provide.

The last time Karen filled out the form like this was the first time he ordered a divine robe in the Academic Affairs Building.

However, the plot and costumes can be changed at any time, and the theme and atmosphere are barely there, but what does the scene mean?

Does the furnishing of this kit need to be changed, how long will it take, and how much trouble will it have?

Karen believes that most customers who walk into this suite will not be too patient.

In addition, there is actually a [way of release] at the bottom.

There are still many options, and Karen chose "soothing massage".

In the end, one by one was checked, and the waiter picked it up: "Sir, please wait a moment."

"OK."

Just as the waiter turned around, he turned back again: "Mr. Richard, are you sure that your release method is 'soothing massage'?"

"Yes, that's right."

"Mr. Richard, I have to remind you that once the check is confirmed, the service items cannot be changed midway, that is to say, if you want to..."

"I am sure."

"Okay, sir, please wait a moment."

The waiter is out.

Karen got up and walked to the desk. There were notebooks and pens on it, and there were many books on the shelf next to it. They were all new, but they basically showed signs of being read.

Obviously, many people will have a brief exchange with the sages in the book during the sage time.

Karen went to the window again, the sunshine outside was just right, and the weather was rare.

Close your eyes and feel it carefully;

Um,

Sure enough, there was a formation arrangement in the room.

The Rubik's Cube key appeared in Karen's palm, and he began to make some modifications to the formation here, not only modifying the first control right, but even strengthening it intimately.

This can be regarded as the obsessive-compulsive disorder of a formation master, and he feels a little uncomfortable when he sees rough products.

"Tat-tat-tat..."

There was a series of crisp sounds of high heels approaching outside the door.

But the sound is not really coming from outside, but a simulated sound from a wall clock in the room.

"Squeak..."

The door was pushed open.

At the same time, Karen smelled a fragrant fragrance, and there were special ripples around him, which was mental hypnosis.

Karen subconsciously controlled her mental power not to fight back instinctively;

Then, try to actively substitute.

This is tantamount to forcing myself to jump into the "fire pit", and I have to be careful not to accidentally step on the flames.

Finally, Karen "saw" a piece of green grass and a small pond ahead.

This is the scene I checked before: green field.

"You are tired, don't be afraid, I will accompany you."

A woman's voice came from behind. Karen turned around and saw a beautiful woman in a green translucent dress with wings like a dragonfly slowly descending from midair.

But Karen's real gaze had already penetrated the barrier of the "illusion", and saw that in this suite, a cold woman in yellow casual clothes was holding a delicate wooden box to draw the formation.

The elf woman in the "fantasy" is very sweet and gentle, while the woman in reality is cold and calm, with a hint of disdain and impatience on her face.

Karen knew that she was very unconvinced.

As a high-ranking priest, she needs to "serve" these ordinary people here, which makes her feel that her self-esteem has been trampled on.

In the illusion, the beautiful female elf invited Karen to take a bath together. Karen obeyed her guidance, took off her clothes one by one, and walked into the pond, which was actually a bathtub in the bathroom.

The real woman lifted the wooden box in her hand, and the wooden box floated by itself. She herself picked up the wooden stick and some dirty non-slip blanket in the bathroom, and was going to rub Karen's back.

The "guests" in reality can't experience it. Their senses can only be that the beautiful female elf cleans their bodies carefully and gently, which is extremely ambiguous.

Karen sat in the tub with her hands on either side of the tub.

The woman approached, and when she saw Karen, especially when he saw his gaze on her, the woman suddenly felt a little scared.

She didn't know where this emotion came from, and it didn't arouse her vigilance. She just put down the wooden stick and the dirty blanket out of an instinct, then went to the sink to wash her hands, and picked up a Clean towels came over.

A yellow line stretched out from the suspended wooden box, silently piercing into Karen's arm, and the blood began to be drawn out slowly.

Therefore, the requirements for the tool spirit are so high that they not only need the blood of the so-called artist, but also have to use it when they are happy. Heh, is it so craftsman-like?

When the woman's hand was about to touch her body, Karen raised her hand.

"Buzz!"

The woman's eyes were confused for a while, and then she recovered. Then she moved to the side and began to bathe the non-existent person. Next, she will continue to serve the non-existent person.

Because the formation effect originally used on the guest was transferred to the woman by Karen.

It couldn't be easier for the dignified Minister of the Law Enforcement Department of the Whip of Order in the York City Region to deal with a low-level priestess of the Abyssal Cult.

The reason why Karen chose to "pause" at this time was not because he felt that his body was so sacred and inviolable, but because he found that there was a silk thread connected to the chandelier in the wooden box.

This is not about absorbing, storing, transporting, and using. It is about extracting and using immediately to ensure the freshest.

At the same time, this also means another thing, that is, the "user" or "eater" should be in this manor!

In this case, it is impossible for Karen to let his own blood be drawn in, because his own blood has great uncertainty. Little Jerry can be alive and kicking in Richard's body, but in his body, he cannot survive. One minute.

"Crack!"

Karen snapped off the silk thread that pierced his arm, took back the blood that had been drawn, then took out the reagent bottle in his pocket, opened the bottle stopper, and submerged the remaining silk thread into the reagent bottle.

Fortunately, I had already prepared and took the spare parts from Richard in advance.

In this way, it is Richard's blood that replaces this process, and there will be no suspicion or alarm.

After doing this, Karen raised his hand, and a white chain of order spread from his feet, then extended into the air, surrounding the wooden box, and finally, with Karen's eye-closing movement, the chain of order sank into it.

In the old Wayne restaurant of the Crypt God Cult, Karen used this trick to "trace back" to the skeleton's real body. This time, it will be infinitely easier, because not only is there a direct material connection, but also the other party is nearby. .

A picture began to appear in Karen's mind, it was still this suite, and then his eyes began to follow the silk thread, going down layer by layer, and finally, he entered the basement, and then continued down, into the underground.

After entering the ground, Karen sensed the layers of precision seals and defensive formations arranged around him. In addition, there were several auras that frightened him.

The defense power below is really ridiculously high.

The Abyssal God Sect secretly mobilized so many senior priests in York City, the traditional sphere of influence of Order.

This is a very taboo thing, because it is easy for the other party to doubt your purpose, and even speculate whether you intend to start a war?

Just for the defense here, it will be very difficult for the Whip of Order and the staff of the regional management office to break into this place, and the losses will be huge. At least, the strength of the garrison must be mobilized.

Judge Dark, my little uncle, you really caught a big fish this time.

Because Karen's "consciousness" was descending along the silk thread, it perfectly avoided all defenses, and finally reached the core area at the bottom.

This is a hollowed out underground arc space, with a thirteen-story altar, and a huge black sarcophagus is placed on the altar.

The lid of the sarcophagus was lifted, and the silk threads gathered here, densely packed, at least dozens of them, all of which fell into it.

At this time, Karen sensed a familiar aura, and the desire in his heart suddenly became agitated at this moment, but was quickly suppressed by Karen.

Lax Copper Coin!

Luo Ya gave himself the coordinates, and there is a Lax copper coin in the waters near Wayne, but Karen has been too late to find it because of various things, because he knows very well that this is not a simple salvage job.

Just like the last time I went to the burial ground of Compasini, it seemed as simple as a business trip, but in fact my team also encountered a crisis of being wiped out.

However, that copper coin actually appeared here. Was it salvaged by the people of the Abyss God Cult?

Perhaps because of the influence of the copper coins, Karen's desire magnified, and he became angry because of this:

How dare you steal something that belongs to me?

Karen in the upstairs suite immediately took a deep breath, suppressing the distracting thoughts in his heart, and also consolidated his pure consciousness below.

No, there is another more powerful aura below, not from Lax copper coins!

As his consciousness continued to deepen, Karen finally got a glimpse of the whole picture below. The Lax copper coin was placed on the chest of the person lying in the coffin, and those silk threads were all wrapped around his body.

So, it's not that the Lax Copper coin has produced a second tool spirit, because the Lax Copper Coin is just a... decoration here?

But what cannot be ignored is the "guiding" function of the Lax copper coin. As the source of evil, its influence cannot be ignored. Therefore, the person lying below originally only needs a certain amount of vitality to replenish himself. It can be said that He was originally just hungry and needed food to satisfy his hunger, but under the influence of Lax copper coins, he became an extremely picky food taster.

Finally, all barriers of vision were "drilled" by Karen's consciousness, and the person lying in the coffin clearly appeared in Karen's "sight".

His body was full of horrific wounds, and large areas of bones were exposed. The aura of holiness and depravity intertwined on his body, but there was no conflict at all, but a weird harmony;

In addition, he has a pair of... black wings.

he is not human

he is,

Angel!