13 Mink Street

The last service is a head massage. The elf beauty asks the customer to rest the headrest on her thigh, and gently presses the head with both hands.

The wind on the green ground is like a soft movement, and the fragrant flowers around are like fine wine. All kinds of "hints" can relax your soul.

In order to enhance the effect of rest, Karen also deliberately hypnotized himself to make this illusion deception as real as possible.

But in the end, I still have some regrets, because this illusion version is too low-level, so I express it too deliberately, making it a bit like doing eye exercises for myself.

Even, it is not as good as the experience of being injured lying on the bed and being treated by Blanche carefully.

At least at that time, I was in a state of absolute relaxation both physically and mentally; Blanche, who was holding pieces of scorched skin out of his body with special tweezers, seemed to be performing ear picking services for himself.

Um?

Karen shook his head lightly, why did he think of this, as if getting hurt was something to enjoy.

The fingertips lightly pressed against his forehead, the mental level has been worn out due to too much experience, and it is too difficult to maintain a fresh and tender perception in reality.

Karen's other hand made a few stroking movements subconsciously. He began to miss the feeling of stroking Pu'er's back after jumping to this position.

When spirit and reality are separated, a hook is always needed to pull the two back together.

This is probably the reason why I didn't bother to go home when Pu'er and the others were not at home a while ago.

These subtle movements of Karen made the Priestess of the Abyss a little puzzled. She has "served" many customers. Even if it is a "soothing massage" project, after the end, almost all the guests will fall into the beautiful ecstasy of the illusion and cannot extricate themselves for a long time , but the reaction of the person in front of him was a little special.

Priestess recalled the occupation of this guest, a writer, she smiled, maybe these writers are used to spiritual illusions and the effect of hallucinations is discounted?

"Mr. Richard, please drink this cup of tea."

Priestess brought a cup of black tea to Karen.

A special fragrance wafts from the black tea, accompanied by the dizziness of the end of the illusion, ordinary people simply cannot refuse.

Karen knew that this was the "tonic", and drinking it would stimulate the life potential in the body, so that the death of a person in the mansion would not arouse suspicion.

Taking the teacup, Karen drank it all.

The tea, which could have a stimulating effect, has no effect on Karen at all, and its effect is not even comparable to a cigarette from the Thunder God Sect.

But Karen still said: "I feel refreshed all at once."

"Mr. Richard, the service is over, you can continue to rest here."

"OK, thanks."

Priestess left, and she was in a good mood. Although it was all through illusions, seeing these lowly ordinary people showing primitive instincts, she would be very disgusted.

This customer is nice, he just ordered a massage and didn't ask for release.

But the moment she opened the door, Priestess suddenly felt a little dark in her heart. For some reason, she actually felt a sense of regret.

As if... I missed something.

It should be that I have seen a lot of such disgusting scenes recently, and I am not used to seeing someone who is not disgusting for a while.

Priestess walked to the front desk. She was going to sign the order to confirm and wait for the next order. When she thought that she still had so many targets for this month, she felt very painful.

Alas, I don't know if the guys below have completed the blood collection task that I secretly outsourced.

...

Karen didn't rest much in the room. After getting dressed, he walked out of the room and came to the elevator. He saw Richard leaning against the wall over there with a cigarette in his mouth. He took a sip and then slowly exhaled;

He lowered his head, flicked his bangs, scraped his chin with the hand holding the cigarette, and stroked the stubble that didn't exist.

There was emptiness and waste in his eyes, as if he had understood the truth at this moment, and lost his sense of specific direction in life.

Similar expressions and movements often appear at the door of dim sum shops.

Seeing Karen, Richard immediately put out his cigarette and stood still.

"Looks like you're enjoying it," Karen said.

Richard showed a dumbfounding expression, and replied, "It's like a painful nocturnal emission."

After all, he is a child of the Guman family. The illusion created by the box formation did not make him lost, but he always kept in mind that this time he came out with a mission, and Richard did not directly modify the formation effect like Karen Ability.

Therefore, he passively endured all this, and under the "service" of the unprofessional technicians of the priests, he had a dream in a fantasy world.

In particular, his hallucination effect ended very quickly, and he saw the Priestess Technician sweeping away all traces with a dirty mop as if dealing with blood on the assembly line of a pig slaughterhouse.

Ugh, this is... terribly bad.

Compared with the priest technicians here, the dim sum shop ladies who have always been known for their quick releases have sky-high professionalism.

Turning his head, he glanced at Karen, and found that Karen's expression was still normal. Richard couldn't help admiring him. His "big brother" was really much better than him in everything. Even such an experience above, is no exception.

Look at them, they can deal with tasks with a normal heart, why am I still disgusted here.

Richard raised his hands and patted his face to let himself recover quickly.

Karen glanced at Richard, but said nothing.

When I stepped out of the elevator, a waiter immediately came up with a return visit form and asked to fill in the evaluation and the areas that need improvement.

Richard stretched out his hand and took both copies, ticking the best places anyway.

After finishing his share quickly and picking up Karen's share, Richard's eyes flickered:

Dry, soothing massage!

So, you just went for a massage and I was the only one who got the full experience?

Richard's heart churns for a while. He thought he was a brother in need, but he felt better. Who knew that he was the one who endured everything alone.

While Richard was busy scoring, Karen walked to a round coffee table, called a waiter over, and ordered two simple meals.

The matter that needs to be investigated has been investigated, and what we need to do now is to go back after "finishing" in the most natural posture.

Richard ran over and sat down, and asked inexplicably, "So, it's not necessary to do that service?"

Karen deliberately asked back: "What, what did you do?"

"Please, if you don't do that service, aren't you afraid of arousing suspicion and being thought that we are here to find out?"

"Most people think that the people who come to find out will definitely not only do massage services, for fear of arousing suspicion."

"well……"

Richard sighed, and slumped his arms freely on both sides of the seat.

Soon, the simple meal was brought over, and the food was very delicate, especially the Weien miso sauce was placed in a sauce cup and was not directly sprinkled on the food, which made Karen very satisfied.

During the meal, Richard said, "I don't like the atmosphere here."

Karen really wanted to remind Richard that they were here to investigate the situation, not to visit the store.

But what Richard said next made Karen pause:

"I think any conflict between people is understandable, wronged technicians, happy technicians, forced technicians, numb technicians; introverted customers, irritable customers, eccentric customers, qualified customers Guests... These are a normal state in the interaction between people.

But these priest technicians, they look at the guests... It's like looking at another animal. This feeling is terrible. They can despise it, but it shouldn't be like this.

They are not qualified to do this, but they have a belief and gained some powers that ordinary people do not possess, but they are still human. "

Karen picked up the cup and took a sip of water. He was worried that Richard's behavior of always wandering around the snack shop would cause his belief to be distorted to Goddess Mills.

In the end, this guy was also quite strange, actually realizing the true meaning of the teachings of order in the pastry shop.

What is this, overtaking on a curve?

Karen said: "This is the meaning of the "Order Regulations", to separate those who are not human, and those who do not regard themselves as human, from real people.

The Cult of Kosmos will not interfere with the evolution of human society. The various problems that arise during this process are the internal contradictions of human beings.

The Cult of Kosmos does not participate in the internal conflicts of human beings, but is only responsible for cutting off the external hands that try to reach in. "

"Sounds high-end, are you sure this is another translation of what I said earlier?"

Karen nodded.

"Oh, yes." Richard also nodded, and then, as if thinking of something, he asked, "Did the investigation find anything?"

"Let's talk about the results of your investigation first."

Richard: "..."

Karen stopped teasing him and said, "It's a big fish, we'll arrange it after we get out."

After the meal, Karen planned to take another stroll and wait until around two o'clock in the afternoon before leaving naturally. At this moment, Karen saw three figures walking upstairs in the distance. The one walking in the front was Bao Li. Mrs. Far, the authoress whom I met on the way in;

The two men walking behind her were each holding a drawing board. This back view was so familiar.

The rich and good friend Piaget who I knew when I was in Luojia, and my prospective father-in-law, Mr. Bader.

Is their wanderlust over?

But the question is, since he came back, why didn't he go back to Allen Manor, instead, he appeared here first?

My good friend and prospective father-in-law came to the mansion to spend... This was something that could have been regarded as something I hadn't seen.

But Karen is really worried that they will spend a week here, which is very common here.

But the problem is that three days later, the garrison of order will invade here, and all personnel inside will be put in danger at that time.

Karen stood up and walked over there. Richard asked as he walked, "Where are you going?"

"I saw two acquaintances."

The second floor is a function hall, which is divided into independent places, where guests and employees can display their talents. Of course, some tricks will inevitably be added, such as the "flesh-colored piano" virtuoso Eisen".

In the small studio, Mrs. Bao Lifa was sitting on the model stage. She was dressed coolly with her coat off. Normally, she should have neglected to exercise. Long-term desk writing and longing for her husband made her enter premature aging. He was already quite old, so as soon as he posed, the loose flesh drooped like a dehydrated persimmon with wrinkled skin.

Mr. Piaget and Mr. Bede set up their drawing boards respectively to paint Mrs. Bollifer.

The door was not closed, and when Karen walked to the door, he happened to be able to see the paintings of the two.

Piaget's painting skills are progressing rapidly, and the painted Mrs. Baolifa has a kind of hazy beauty unique to oil paintings, which is completely self-contained.

Mr. Bede next to him is much more realistic, and he also drew Mrs. Bao Lifa's "old" details into it.

Karen could tell at a glance that her father-in-law did this intentionally. Although the painting was very similar, after seeing the painting, Mrs. Bao Lifa would definitely not like her "so real" self very much. Beautiful Piaget.

"I didn't order a drink." Mrs. Baolifa saw Karen walking in.

Piaget and Mr. Bader also turned their heads to look at Karen, but because Karen changed his appearance, they didn't recognize him.

Well, Piaget didn't recognize it, but after turning his head, Mr. Bede continued to paint with his chin resting on one hand, and even waved the brush before it touched the paper.

"Ma'am, I'm a fan of your book. If possible, I'd like to make an appointment for a group photo with you at dinner tonight."

"Of course." Mrs. Bao Lifa smiled and nodded in agreement.

"Then I will leave you alone, madam."

Karen walked out of the studio and stood at the door.

Richard spread his hands and asked, "Want to wait?"

"Um."

"Well, God knows how long it will take. Do you want to see those two painters? It's very simple."

Richard pushed open the door and walked into the studio, opened his arms, and shouted: "Oh, isn't this my dearest Mrs. Bollifer? Every time I see you, my fingers tremble uncontrollably, and I want to be alone for you." Play a song."

"Really, Mr. Eisen?"

"Of course, I have too much to say to you." Richard turned his head to look at the two painters, "Go out first, I want to stay with my Mrs. Baolifa for a while."

Piaget and Mr. Bader got up and left the studio. Mr. Bader saw Karen standing in the corridor and pointed to the next door: "You can open another studio as a guest, and we can talk there."

Piaget immediately showed a shocked expression, and said in surprise, "It's okay for men too?"

Mr. Bader smiled, and after Karen walked into the adjacent studio, he waved to Piaget and walked in.

"Well, sir, there is something I need to tell you in advance. My service project does not include..."

"Crack..."

Before Piaget finished speaking, Mr. Bede closed the door and said, "Karen, I'm surprised to see you here."

"What, he's Karen?" Piaget looked surprised, "Did you make a mistake?"

"It seems that your friendship is not as strong as you imagined. How could I admit my mistake? The father and the man who robbed his daughter are natural enemies."

"Karen? Are you really Karen?" Piaget asked.

Karen nodded and said, "It's me."

"Oh my God, I really didn't expect to see you here."

Karen looked at Mr. Bede and asked, "Since you are back, why don't you go back to the manor first, Eunice and Madam miss you very much."

Mr. Bader shook his head and said, "Our journey is not over yet, we just came to York City, not going home."

"So, are you too lazy to even go back and have a look?"

Mr. Bede said with a smile: "Do you want me to go home, Karen? I once said that when I go back, I will attend my daughter's wedding."

Karen looked at Piaget and asked, "Are you serving as waiters here?"

Piaget nodded and said, "It's ushers. Our salary is much higher than that of waiters."

"Do it here..."

Piaget suddenly thought of something and said, "Ah, Karen, you're a big shot now, aren't you?"

"Um?"

"The big, big person is completely different from the last time I saw you in the Samsara Valley, right?"

"How did you know?"

"Newspaper, I can often see you in church circle newspapers, especially some time ago, it seems that every church circle newspaper can see reports about you."

Mr. Bede was very dissatisfied: "He stole the coupons I saved without authorization and used them to buy newspapers. As a result, we couldn't even sit in the teleportation circle, so we had to sit on the hard seats of the train for half a month."

Karen couldn't help but said: "You really seem to be practicing."

Mr. Bader shrugged, glanced at Piaget, and said, "It was."

Hearing this answer, Karen suddenly recalled that when he first met Alfred, Alfred always liked to say: In myths and stories, every great being comes again, and there will be a guardian by his side His loyal followers.

So, Mr. Bede, are you Piaget's squire?

Karen asked: "Then what are you doing here? You can't earn coupons by working here."

Although this place is secretly an abyss industry, the service staff on the surface can only get Lei as salary.

"Because Piaget painted a picture a month ago. After seeing the picture, I thought for a long time before I realized that it was this place in York City. The picture is a bit charming, so we come to Now, wait to enjoy a spectacle."

"Where is the painting?"

"Here." Mr. Bede took out a pen from his pocket, pulled out the cap, and pulled out something similar to a silk scarf. The silk scarf is very thin and completely transparent. After opening, it has a large area, exceeding General drawing paper.

Karen said, "The materials are expensive."

"Of course, it's not easy to earn coupons, but Piaget and I made an agreement that we would never use this material for painting unless our hands were suddenly itchy. The Marnes scroll is light, tough and easy to carry, although it is very difficult to paint on it. , but the preservation effect will be very good."

Piaget said with some embarrassment: "So far, I have only used it once, and Mr. Bede has never used it."

Bede spread out the silk scroll on the ground, and after a while, the originally transparent scroll began to show works.

Karen bent down and began to watch.

In the painting, there is a seraph, his figure stopped in the air, with a blood moon above, and darkness all around.

Karen raised his head and looked at Piaget. This painting was drawn by Piaget. He predicted the appearance of the seraph.

"Wait a minute, I split this painting into two halves, and the second half is here." Mr. Bede spread out the second silk scroll on the ground, and continued it.

Below is a group of buildings, the most central building is this mansion.

At this time, flames were burning on the mansion and surrounding buildings, the streets were full of magma, and corpses were everywhere, like hell on earth.

Mr. Bader said with emotion: "It's hard to imagine that such a tragic scene will appear in York City."

Karen replied: "Such a tragic scene will not happen because..."

Originally, Karen wanted to say that because he was already here, he had discovered the existence of this angel in advance. Soon, the garrison of the Order God Cult and the Whip of Order would invade here to solve all problems.

But he stopped talking, because when he lowered his eyes and looked closer to observe the corpses on the ground in the picture, he discovered that the corpses were wearing

yes,

Black armor and black robes...