I upgrade points in the Holy Inquisition

Chapter 136 135. It’s cold on the rooftop at night

"Where is the holder of the Book of Truth?"

The moment the courtesan raised this question, the air in the entire room fell into a solid state, as if the whole world was standing still at this moment.

Then, the body of the benefactor next to her was instantly crushed by an invisible force, then twisted into a twist, and finally scattered like pieces of paper.

But not a drop of blood was shed...

Not even a single fragment fell to the floor. While the fragments of body tissue were still flying in the air, they were further twisted into even finer twists, then shattered into dust and dissipated in the air. middle.

The courtesan herself also instantly felt an irresistible invisible force coming over her head.

She, or rather he, did not choose to resist, but spread his arms, as if to accept and embrace it all.

In the next second, her entire body was shattered into pieces, like a broken mirror under her feet.

No one knows what kind of results he got from his divination. Maybe such a miserable ending is the result he got.

However, in that large piece of fragmented flesh and blood, something was quietly squirming...

They were a few nematodes as thin as capillaries.

Under such clarity of power, although they have been broken into several sections, they still remain active, squirming together, gradually merging, and finally turning into a blood-red slender nematode again.

It squirmed on the blood-soaked carpet and sneaked into the drain in the house.

This luxurious room finally became quiet, but the solid air and the invisible power that had not completely dissipated were still stirring everywhere.

Then a waiter knocked on the door and asked:

"Sir? Your wife is waiting for you in the hall..."

There was no response from the room, so the waiter waited patiently for a while and knocked on the door again.

"gentlemen?"

Then, he boldly opened the door.

The next second, his body began to twist, his skin began to burn, and his limbs began to change in the direction of the monster.

Not even a scream came out of his throat, but he started a series of indistinct low murmurs.

In just a moment, an innocent ordinary person fell into madness and transformed into a terrifying monster.

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"Try this?"

Wei Ya pulled a piece of fish steak that was fried to golden brown and crispy and cut into squares in front of Lloyd.

It was already time to get off work. Lloyd was ordered not to go home, and Wei Ya was ordered to accompany him. The two of them ate the dinner brought by Wei Ya in the luxurious guest room on the 8th floor.

There is actually a special dining table here, which is thin and long and can seat many people, but the two of them chose to sit on the sofa and eat on the coffee table in a tacit understanding.

Maybe it's because we can sit side by side and be very close; maybe it's because the dining table is too formal and lacks a bit of casualness and warmth.

"Yeah! It's delicious!"

Lloyd took a bite of the fish steak, nodded repeatedly, and then asked:

"I didn't expect that there is such delicious food in the cafeteria?"

Obviously Wei Ya was sitting next to him, but the moment he tasted the delicious food, the first thing that came to his mind was to take it back and give it to his sister to try...

Wei Ya smiled softly and replied:

"It's not from the canteen. I went out and bought it in a small town outside."

As she spoke, she lowered her head slightly, pushed a sandwich with ham in front of Lloyd, then unconsciously lowered her voice and said softly:

"I... also bought this in the town. Do you want to try it too?"

Lloyd nodded, picked it up and took a bite.

Lettuce, tomatoes, onions and ham...

"This is far from it. There is a big problem with the combination of ingredients, and the taste lacks layering. It seems that the chef is not as good as me."

Lloyd truthfully expressed his inner evaluation.

"Eh? Is that so? Then I'll make a note of it, and I'll... never go to that store again."

Wei Ya still spoke in a low voice, blinked again, with a complicated look on her face.

But he quickly returned to normal, smiled reluctantly, and then asked:

"According to you, you are good at cooking?"

"Yes, I am quite confident in my cooking skills. Although my starting point is relatively low, I am making rapid progress."

"Is that so? It seems that you are really talented in every aspect, except for that aspect...forget it, I hope I have the opportunity to taste your craftsmanship in the future."

"It's easy to talk about. Just come to my house for dinner when you have time."

The two of them chatted for a while and finished the dinner quickly.

But it's still early before bed, and there's still plenty of time to spend together.

Of course, Lloyd would not waste such precious time, so he bent down and took out a book from under the sofa, preparing to discuss this with Wei Ya.

Coincidentally, Wei Ya also took out a book from behind her back and prepared to discuss it with Lloyd.

The two actually reached some kind of subtle tacit understanding.

However, what Lloyd took out was the equipment science book borrowed today, which was as thick as a square brick.

What Wei Ya took out was a fashion magazine on popular songs and popular plays...

Then he glanced at the book in Lloyd's hand, shook his head secretly, and hid the magazine behind his back before he noticed it.

Lloyd asked casually:

"I read half of this book today and it's very interesting. It tells the development trajectory of our equipment now. Have you read it?"

"Well... I flipped through a few pages, but didn't finish it."

"That's just right. Come on, let's study together."

Lloyd said, moving closer to Wei Ya, then opened the book, put it on his thigh, and motioned Wei Ya to read it together.

The two of them wanted to share fairy tales like children, which made Wei Ya laugh and cry.

But this feeling and atmosphere are also pretty good?

For the rest of the night, the two of them just stood shoulder to shoulder, studying the contents of the book very seriously, and discussing a few sentences from time to time.

The learning efficiency of this kind is naturally very slow, far less than Lloyd reading a book by himself, but he doesn't mind, but enjoys this process.

Until it was almost time to go to bed, the two of them separated with some reluctance.

"Good night, Lloyd. I'm staying in the next room tonight. If you need anything, you can call me loudly."

Viya said, and then realized that this was not right and might cause misunderstanding, so she quickly explained:

"I mean, encountering danger or needing help."

Lloyd: "???"

He didn't quite understand why Viya suddenly explained.

But he still said good night to Viya and ran to take a shower.

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The tallest securities company building in the west of the city is currently the tallest building in the city. At night, you can overlook the night view of the entire dazzling city on the top rooftop, and you can also feel the most biting cold wind at night.

A disheveled upper-class person with his tie, top hat, and monocle all missing was standing on the edge of the rooftop, looking at the pedestrians and vehicles below as tiny as ants.

This morning, he was still a decent securities manager, trading for many wealthy people, and his future was immeasurable.

But with just a small fluctuation in the afternoon, he became penniless in an instant, and owed a huge debt by the way. There were countless people looking for him, ready to cut something off from him to vent their anger.

So he drank a lot of wine at night and came to the rooftop.

Under the influence of alcohol, he was a little shaky, but his hands instinctively grasped the fence tightly, fearing that he would really fall.

After wandering on the edge of life and death for a full half hour, as the drunkenness was gradually blown away by the cold wind, he suddenly remembered something.

It was a "transfer ceremony" that he had heard in a high-end bar before, from the mouth of a gorgeous socialite.

The manager still remembered that this socialite was still a struggling worker two or three years ago. Maybe she gave up something later and climbed up the high branches until she could drink at the same table with him.

She attributed all this to the mysterious "transfer ceremony", saying that it was the key to bringing her change in desperation.

As an elite talent with higher education, the manager naturally didn't believe these things at first. He just thought that the woman was showing off her mystery to raise her status.

But when he reached such a desperate situation, he suddenly believed these words.

And he could still clearly remember the things and every step needed for the "transfer ceremony".

That was obviously at least a year ago...

But the manager couldn't care about these things anymore. He just regarded it as the last straw in the desperate situation and had to hold it tightly.

He quickly ran down the rooftop and used the last cash on him to buy the most basic three-piece set of candles, incense, and mirrors.

The power of this ceremony is that only these simple things are needed.

The manager then ran back to his office quickly, locked the door tightly, and then lit the incense and candles, facing the mirror, and began to whisper the spell taught to him by the socialite.

The spell had no clear meaning, and it sounded like a vague murmur.

But the manager at this time clearly remembered the pronunciation of each character, the order of each note, and recited it word for word.

In the dark office, only the flickering candlelight provided illumination, flickering, and projected the manager's looming shadow on the wall behind.

Until he finished the last byte.

Then he continued to chant, closing his eyes tightly and clasping his hands in front of his chest.

But his shadow reflected on the wall suddenly began to twitch and struggle, as if enduring great pain and making a final dying struggle.

About two or three seconds later, the manager opened his eyes again, looked down at his hands, and murmured:

"Weak... but it's the best I can find at the moment."