From Prisoner to Si Chen

Click, click, click!

Dense and rapid footsteps came from the hotel door, and Maiev led six committee members to come quickly.

But upon arriving at the scene, everyone on the investigation committee saw a strange scene.

All the gentlemen and ladies in the room, the purification team, the balance team, and even the more peripheral police officers kept quiet.

Under the dead silence, almost all eyes were focused on the open space in the center.

A group of green flames wrapped around an enchanting figure, burning brightly. The figure was twisted and deformed, and its original appearance was almost unrecognizable. It was extremely tragic.

The head disappeared, the chest collapsed, and the limbs and even the six arms on the back were all crooked.

In front of the corpse, a straight figure stood.

The blond young man held a bronze cane like a normal person, looking at the headless corpse burning with green fire, with a thoughtful look on his face.

"Agent Guillen Iros."

Maiev strode to the blond young man. She glanced at the body on one side and breathed a sigh of relief.

Finally, she didn't let her run away...

Otherwise, the consequences will be disastrous!

"Did you kill Adura Claire?"

Maiev asked in confusion.

Although the senior host of "Dawn Golden Bough" has been severely beaten by himself and his fellow committee members, a skinny camel is bigger than a horse.

Coupled with Adura's abnormal recovery ability, it was hard for her to believe that in just one or two minutes, the young agent in front of her could kill him.

Ji Lan retracted his thoughts, turned his head, smiled politely at this "old acquaintance", and then nodded gently.

"Well, that's right." He said.

"So..."

Hearing this, Maiev was startled, but did not go into details.

She only valued one thing, and that was Gillan's own admission that it was indeed him who killed Adura Claire.

This person's strength does not match the intelligence!

Maiev couldn't hide the shock in her eyes, and even the committee members on the side looked at each other.

Is this the strength a prohibition agent should have? !

No wonder the Chairman specially put him on the action list...

Taking a deep breath, Maiev said solemnly to the blond young man:

"Thank you. If it weren't for you, the ordinary people here would have suffered heavy casualties..."

"They are all executors of the empire's special departments. They are responsible for serving the empire."

Gilan shook his head, smiled gently, and his tone and words were impeccable.

Maiev opened her mouth, ready to say something.

Buzz.

Buzz.

There was a sudden vibration in the outer pocket of Gilan's coat.

He smiled apologetically at Maiev, then reached into his pocket and took out a gray-black metal microphone directly from the "alchemy leather pocket".

It was he who plugged in the mercury battery and carried the "alchemy hotline" with him. There is a red wire attached to the bottom of the microphone that extends from the pocket.

Seeing this, Maiev and the six members of the committee looked at each other and remained silent.

"Hello?" Jilan said as he walked away.

"Blood Owl, the situation has changed, leave for the Imperial Plaza immediately!"

White Sage said on the other end of the "hotline" with an unprecedented serious tone.

"The two large-scale ceremonies of the 'Heavenly Evil Order' and the 'Golden Branch of Dawn' are just a cover, and there are other people behind them. Their real purpose is to hold a more terrifying ceremony in the Imperial Plaza..."

Ji Lan walked under a tree and frowned slightly.

"A more horrific ritual?"

"Yes." White Sage took a deep breath. "It's called 'The Defilation Ritual'!"

"Huh?!" Jilan's pupils shrank.

The defilement ritual...

In the "Human Will" series of films, the "Crescent Moon Society" held a grand killing game, and behind it was the defilement ceremony!

Twelve contestants fight each other, and the winner is finally determined, thus serving as a medium that carries the will of "change and death", radiating the power of defilement.

"I don't have time to explain to you the specific content of the ritual... All you need to know is that among the people who died as a result of the 'Party Ritual' and the 'Black Mass', there were specific people who were sacrificed as sacrifices in the 'Defilation Ritual' !”

The White Sage spoke faster.

"The sacrifices may have been gathered, and the ceremony is coming to an end. Once the ceremony is completed, it will cause irreparable damage to the empire, so it must be stopped!"

"In addition, you should tell the committee leader Maiev Martier about this and ask her to lead the team and go with you... Just say it means 'White Sage', and she will understand."

"Okay, I understand." Jilan said solemnly.

Click.

The phone hangs up.

Jilan put away the microphone and quickly walked towards the tall black-haired woman in a trench coat.

"Team Maiev, the 'White Sage' said, please lead the team and follow me to the Imperial Plaza immediately..."

He immediately spoke and conveyed the desecration ceremony in concise words.

The six committee members were confused after hearing this, but Maiev's expression changed slightly. Especially after hearing the "defilement ceremony", a trace of reminiscence and resentment flashed in her eyes.

Everyone on the investigation committee present had never heard of the name "White Sage", but it seemed that only Maiev knew who he was.

Without any hesitation, he directly agreed.

At the beginning, it was the "White Sage" who killed the game host "Mr. Crescent Moon" and rescued her from the "God's Choice Tower".

Maiev has 100% trust in it.

"Agent Guillen, please follow me."

She flicked her long black hair and made a gesture.

Maiev first gave some instructions to the decontamination department, asking them to stay and finish the scene at Tietjens Hotel. Immediately, with an order, five black cars from the balance department arrived.

Seven members of the investigation committee, plus Gillan, boarded two of the vehicles. Another balance team boarded the remaining three vehicles.

The police officers outside hurriedly rushed forward and temporarily raised the security tape. The convoy quickly passed through the blockade, left Wupper Street, and sped towards the central Triumph area...

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Five black cars roared down the street, traveling very fast.

The driver was a professional from the balance department. In less than half an hour, the convoy arrived at the Empire State Plaza.

Just got off the car.

Maiev thought of something, turned around quickly, and asked her subordinate committee members:

"what time is it now?"

The short-haired female committee member looked at her watch and replied:

"Team leader, it's already ten o'clock sharp."

"Trouble..."

Maiev looked stunned and murmured.

She raised her head and looked at the night sky. Under the dark sky, a bright crescent moon hung high, shedding the dead moonlight.

"October 3rd, ten o'clock in the evening."

Maiev took a deep breath.

"This is the time of the 'white dove poet' in October. At the same time, it is also the scene when the moon rises and shines..."

"Act now!"

She looked serious and gave an order.

Jilan followed Maiev and others as they quickly climbed the stairs and arrived at the empty, huge and spacious Imperial Plaza.

There was silence all around, not even the chirping of birds or insects could be heard, let alone any human sounds.

Directly in front, a huge white stone statue of the Head of State stands, which has been completely completed at some point.

The head seems to have been carved and installed on the neck, but it is covered with a piece of white cloth and cannot be unveiled.

At the foot of the statue of the head of state, a slender figure was facing away from everyone, looking up at this newly built wonder.

It was a girl wearing a snow-white dress. She retracted her gaze, lowered her head, held a piece of parchment in her hand, and used a pen to cross out the names on it one by one:

"Warrior: Renaudian Lotito (Scratch)"

"Joker: Prince Farhan (Scratch)."

"Reporter: Rebbie Lund. (scratch)"

"Beggar: Femi Campos. (Scratch)"

"Priest: Adura Clare. (Scratch)"

"Prisoner: Amby Rogers. (Scratch)"

"Businessman: Bondo Leo. (Scratch)"

"Liar: Dedeire Taylor."

"Private: Murdoch Taylor (Scratch)."

"Hunter: Jenna Claire. (Scratch)"

"Artisan: Greg Archer."

"Actor: Guillen Yiros."

A series of sacrifices symbolizing the path of the Twelve Stars were presented on the parchment. Among them, only three people had not been crossed out.

At this time.

The girl stopped her pen, turned around slowly, showed Gillan's familiar gentle smile, and said lightly:

"You are finally here."

Seeing the girl's face, Jilan's pupils shrank.

"Dedel?!"