Lord of Mysteries: Yao Guang

Watching the boy who called himself "Rabbit" leave the billiards room, Ian looked at the pale man who put down his cue and turned his head slightly: "My intuition tells me that something is not right with him."

Because the man with the suppressed malice in his eyes stopped, the other people with pale faces and indifferent expressions also stopped by the table and stood quietly in place.

It was not Maric who replied to Ian, but a figure walking out of the picture frame glass in the house: "Yes."

This lady has blond hair in a bun, delicate appearance, and is wearing a black gothic palace dress. Her face is pale but lifeless.

Maric wiped the white ball on his hand: "Even if he is a 'messenger', his words and behavior are completely inappropriate for his age."

"A sense of dissonance." Sharon commented briefly. This is the most peculiar thing about the boy who calls himself "Rabbit".

Ian inherited the position of the previous "old man" Kaspars Kanlinen, and also included the channels of this bar. Although the black market weapons dealer is not a stable business, the "old man" always has some regular customers. .

Similar to Ian's mentality, for these customers, as long as they can buy guns, it doesn't matter who provides them or who acts as the middleman.

Ian knew that he was too young. If Maric and Sharon hadn't provided help and supported him both openly and secretly, the situation here might have been in chaos.

And now, a boy carrying the black box information of the "Iron Gun Party" walked into the bar in a swaggering manner.

What makes Ian feel incredible is that the other person is several years younger than him. Even if there is someone else behind this boy, how can he dare to let a child of this age pass the information?

Letting a kid into a bar is much more noticeable than letting an adult in.

"I even suspect that there is no one else behind him..."

"That's just a child. How could he easily steal a gangster's correspondence?" Maric said, putting the white ball back on the table, but he quickly thought of other possibilities, "We can't rule out the child's Appearance is also a disguise.”

Sharon floated across the table and sat on a high stool. She did not sit down, but floated above the stool in a very dignified manner: "It's very possible."

Ian closed the black box and locked it in a hidden safe behind the hanging painting:

"This is what puzzles me the most. He seems to have both a mature and immature mentality. It's not his appearance, but his temperament when he talks. At least one thing should be true. In the entire Backlund, there is only one place with the most orphans. "

"You can't possibly mean to talk about the church's orphanage," Maric joked, his tone so cold that there was not much fluctuation. "Do you need us to go to the East District to investigate his background?"

Ian shook his head: "You don't need to do this. The East District is wide enough. I will directly ask a few gang informants... You know, they know many children who started out as petty thieves. .”

Maric nodded, pushed the cue forward, and the white ball successfully knocked the red ball into the dark hole in the corner of the table.

——

Rabbits have the habit of digging holes, but now, "Rabbit" is just a code name, not the boy's name anymore.

Rabbit Black, a name cannot be said to sound good, but Rabbit himself is very satisfied - at least until now, he prefers to let others call him Black, and hides his name as much as possible, as if he wants to treasure it A memory.

"You really should just change your surname to Jacob. Believe me, that will make your path to becoming an extraordinary person smoother."

A voice sounded in Ribit's mind. It sounded a little weak. If he didn't focus more, Ribit would easily ignore it and regard it as a subtle noise.

Ribit continued to walk to the nearest public carriage stop. He lowered his voice as he walked: "I won't. It's not yet time for me to become an extraordinary person. What if one day I consider changing my name again?" "

"Of course there will come a day. Why don't you put on those glasses now?" The voice in his mind finished speaking and continued without waiting for Ribit's reply. "That way you can directly become a very powerful extraordinary person." That’s it.”

Ribit just smiled, but his indifferent eyes did not change at all: "That's not what you said in the letter. I always doubt, are you really the person I knew before? Although you are the same Annoying, but he's obviously more sincere than you."

In the black pupil of his right eye, a shadow seemed to squirm slightly, and the voice sounded for the last time: "Of course I am the same as 'Benjamin'. You put sincerity in him? What a ridiculous compliment." "

"At least he warned me that the monocle was dangerous, so I wouldn't wear it lightly."

The voice in his mind that disturbed his thoughts disappeared. Ribit knew that the other party might appear at any time next time and continue to make invitations that violated the warning of "Benjamin Jacob".

That voice was obviously the same as "Benjamin's", but Ribit could be sure that the young man possessing him now was not the young man he had met before and who was always targeting him.

Well, to put it more professionally, this is "parasitism".

Ribit had gradually sorted out some of the occult knowledge, but before he could even skim through most of it, something unexpected happened.

At first, it was only at midnight that he noticed signs of something moving in his room. Later, he actually missed an entire Sunday class at the Night Church because he slept.

If it were just such a small probability event, Ribit would have thought it was just a problem with his memory. Until the boy turned out the stored monocle and used its ability to study, he heard the voice in his head, urging him Try it on your right eye.

After that, the voice in his mind became clear. Although the other party no longer controlled Ribit's body, he seemed to be obsessed with letting him wear the lenses.

The other party would occasionally fight for control of the body, showing off and doing all kinds of incredible things, but this kept Ribit awake during the action, almost openly seducing the boy.

Including this time when he inexplicably stole the black box, Ribit watched his body act wantonly, using his extraordinary abilities to trick the gang members around. It wasn't until Ribit felt a clear sense of weakness that the "parasite" on him turned back.

Ribit knew that those were the abilities of the "Stealer", but why didn't the other party just let him wear a monocle? Do you have to put it on yourself?

He once asked that voice, but every time the other person encountered a question that he didn't want to answer, he would just pretend to fall asleep.

Ribit knew in his heart that such an attitude was more sincere than what the other party said.

He touched his pocket, and the ball of hair was always carried with him. Maybe she protected me?

A skylark sang loudly and flew overhead, causing Ribit to raise his head and follow its outline with his eyes.

"She's gone." The voice in my head suddenly came out.

Ribit's body froze, and then he slowed down and walked towards the bus stop: "She has been gone for a long time."

The voice in his head chuckled in a way that made Ribit uncomfortable, and then said: "No, she can't come back, and she can't continue to protect you. Otherwise, why do you think I would wake up?"

This time, the silent party was replaced by Ribit.

The voice did not stop: "Part of her influence on me has disappeared. One day, you will face the result, sooner or later, it doesn't matter.

"I have plenty of time and a lot of patience, but the current situation is very boring... so you'd better cooperate."

Ribit sneered: "Impossible."

——

Ribit did not go back home, but took a slightly crowded public carriage to the East End.

Today is Sunday, and the Church of the Dark Night will open church classes and provide public courses to believers throughout the day.

In the evening, Ribit had another "occult meeting" to attend in the East District. Although he had some funds, it was not to buy things, but to collect intelligence and observe the other "Extraordinary People".

He would occasionally visit his former friends, just as someone had done before, and Ribit maintained a certain degree of contact with them as an additional channel for information collection.

There is a lot of knowledge about "thieves" in his mind, which also includes many things about "stealing" techniques and techniques. Ribit decisively shares this part of the content with the other children who are still under the control of the gang.

Because of Ribit's previous disappearance, they all thought that Ribit had been taken away by gangsters, but Ribit came back safely and seemed to have new clothes and a new place to live, so he must have new support.

This made the other children feel envious and in awe of him. After Ribit noticed this change, he kept a distance from other people.

Ribit was sitting in the corner, looking out the window boredly. The man next to him had a strong smell of smoke, which made Ribit subconsciously wrinkle his nose and move a step away from the man.

His small movement attracted the man's attention. The bearded gentleman raised his head. Under the silk top hat, his brown eyes were smiling.

But Ribit could feel that it was a very fake smile, like oil paint smeared on his face.

Ribit's eyes were also distant, with a temperament that was not suitable for his age. This may have made the other party want to chat. The man nodded to the boy: "Alone? Don't you have any family members to take you out?"

Ribit thought quickly in his mind and decided to cater to the other party's words: "No, I often take public carriages by myself and I'm used to it."

The man's fingers quickly tapped the end of the hat brim: "It's a good thing to be independent. Where are you going?"

"East End."

"It's quite far, why don't you take the subway?"

"The subway is more expensive." Ribit pretended to be dissatisfied and pouted.

The man counted lightly with his fingers, then lowered the brim of his hat. He no longer looked at the strange boy next to him, but continued to talk to him: "You live in the East District?"

Ribit pursed his lips and glanced out the window again. A certain uncomfortable premonition made him reluctant to continue chatting with the other party.