Mystic Holy See

Although it has shortcomings, 'Black Gold Manipulation' is still a very practical and powerful Beyonder ability.

Aldrich can find a lot of uses just thinking about it. The quality of black gold is comparable to that of steel, and it can create a terrifying impact. Coupled with free manipulation, the particle group formed by the exchange rate of black and gold particles also has a good effect. control ability.

At this time, he has enough confidence to deal with Tom's affairs. Of course, he needs a reasonable enough plan.

Aldridge's advantage is that he's in the dark, and Tom Hansen has no way of knowing that he already knows something about what he's doing, so he has plenty of room to pounce.

He thought about it for a long time in the orange light of the candle, and finally made a plan.

…

Sunderland Yasuo feels very bad now, the sky is getting dark for the second time, and he has not slept for two days and one night. In order to complete the task of his mentor, he undoubtedly tried his best.

His head seemed to be full of drinks, and he was drowsy and heavy. Even if he was a Beyonder, he couldn't support it. The key was that he never left the roof of the building except for sending a letter and leaving for a while.

Thirsty, hungry and uncomfortable are all his feelings now.

"This **** is a good sleeper..."

He looked painfully at Tom Hansen, who was lying on the bed in the window. He didn't know how many times he had scolded him!

As for assigning tasks to his mentor, Mr. Sunderland has enough respect, although he is also a little unhappy...

Sunderland moved his stiff neck carefully, and suddenly noticed a letter appeared around him at some point!

A letter with a black cover.

"Mr. Tutor!"

He involuntarily whispered, this letter is exactly the same as the letter Mr. Tutor gave him before, but when was this letter by my side?

Could it be that Mr. Tutor came to me just now?

Sunderland was in a cold sweat, he didn't feel anything at all!

If Mr. Mentor wanted my life, I guess I would have been cold long ago. Sunderland thought in fear, fortunately, he didn't speak ill of Mr. Mentor...

The 'Black Cat' forced himself to calm down, picked up the letter, pulled out the Brando letter paper, and read word by word with the help of the 'mysterious' dark vision unique to cats:

Okay.

…Gone?

Sunderland read three words, blinked dry eyes, turned left and right in disbelief, and finally determined that there were really only three words!

'Black Cat' didn't know whether to cry or laugh. Logically speaking, he should be happy after completing the task, but he had a small expectation in his heart to have more contact with his mentor. This three-word faith really made him depressed.

"Hey…"

He sighed in disappointment, turned over and left.

Aldrich was in another dark corner, covering his body with black mist to hide, watching him leave and smiling softly, looking down at the black and gold particles sliding between his fingers, and sighing again that this ability is really useful.

He just used this ability to carefully approach the straight line to within 15 meters, and control the black gold to drop the letter.

The whole process was silent and unwavering. Even though Sunderland was rank 1, his 'spirit' didn't notice it.

Aldridge did not leave in a hurry. After waiting for half an hour to confirm that Sunderland would not be around, he calmly went downstairs and walked back to his residence, pretending to be an ordinary passerby.

He will not do it in the last two days, at least stagger the time to reduce the space for Sunderland to associate.

The next day, Aldrich went to the Alva Fighting Hall as usual.

During lunch, Aldrich asked the beautiful girl who was sitting opposite him having lunch with him: "Andrea, do you still have Helmer's potion?"

That's right, Andrea will eat with him from today, including breakfast, lunch and dinner. In the morning, Aldrich was pleasantly surprised when he saw Andrea sitting across from him.

Andrea's eating movements are simple, capable and extremely fast, but she does not lose etiquette and some elegance. She swallows the food in her mouth carefully before saying, "There is one more thing, do you need it?"

"Well, sell it to me."

Andrea glared at him lightly, and said in a slightly unhappy tone, "I'll give it to you later!"

Aldridge heard this, he smiled, he didn't want to lose face, he agreed decisively.

"You've seen Helmer's potion. It's very volatile. Don't get close to it when you use it. You can't stop it by covering your mouth and nose with a towel." Andrea warned carefully.

"Well, I'll be careful." Aldridge swallowed a mouthful of chicken breast and said again, "By the way, I might have to ask for leave the day after tomorrow."

The day after tomorrow is when he is scheduled to start.

Andrea frowned and said, "You've asked for too many days off recently."

Aldridge touched his chin embarrassedly and said, "This time it's a very important matter."

"Do you want Helmer's potion related to this matter?" Andrea naturally thought of it.

"Um."

"Do you need help?"

Aldrich's heart was moved, and he wanted to agree that her 'supernatural power' could make him accomplish his goal more easily, but he immediately threw away the idea, this time it might involve a certain organization behind it. , he has to hide himself, how can he let Andrea take the risk?

What's more... He is worried that the person behind this time is involved with the shadow behind the Baztan beast, although it is unlikely.

"It's okay, I can handle it easily."

When Andrea heard this, she felt a little complicated for some reason, so she could only say calmly: "Well, if you need help, just tell me directly."

"Of course, if I can't figure it out, only you can help me."

Aldridge finally got smart for a while, and he said it on purpose.

Andrea smiled and said softly, "Hurry up and eat, it's cold."

Aldrich stuffed the vegetables at the fork into his mouth, thinking silently in his heart, except for the chicken breasts, everything here is cold...

With the Helmer potion that Andrea gave him, Aldrich was a little more confident, but he still tirelessly perfected every detail of the plan.

After resting for a few days, Al began selling teddy bears again. Aldridge didn't dare to startle the snake. When he returned to the residence at night, he did nothing but say hello when he ran into Al with a normal face in the stairwell.

His inner anxiety was even more intense, and he wished to get rid of Tom Hansen tomorrow, but his reason was still there and he forcibly held back.

"I'm not a hero after all..."

Aldridge has his own feelings and his own life. He can't fight crime fearlessly like a hero. The most important thing in his subconscious must be his own safety, and he knows this.

December 5th, the planned start date.

Aldrich got up early in the morning, put on the suit worth 6 silver nars, and stared downstairs through the window motionless.

It wasn't until an hour later that he finally saw Al leaving the gate with a big bag with a teddy bear hanging on it.

Aldridge took a deep breath, picked up the heavy canvas bag he had prepared earlier, went out and went upstairs, and knocked on Tom Hansen's door.

"Who?"

A vigilant voice came from the door, and Aldridge knew that it was indeed Tom's.

"It's me, Aldridge." Aldridge replied calmly.

The door was silent for a while, and finally opened slowly.

"Good morning, Tom."

Aldrich looked at the guy who appeared in front of him and smiled like sunshine.

…

Al silently walked on the street in the early morning, his whole body was a little sluggish, not too angry, he felt very uncomfortable.

He lost sleep again last night, and this was the fifth night in a row. UU reading www. uukanshu.com

He has been feeling very uneasy recently, and a feeling of panic has been entangled in his heart like a lingering nightmare.

When did this start?

Maybe it started from seeing those portraits...

The case of missing girls is well known in Rolle District. Portraits of missing girls are posted everywhere, and of course Al has seen them.

What was disturbing to him was that he had an impression of every lost girl!

Not one, not two, but each.

They all bought teddy bears!

Al doesn't know if this is a coincidence, maybe it is, but his friend Tom, who grew up with him, is getting more and more wrong recently, which makes him really feel panic.

The former Tom was cynical, but he was undoubtedly friendly and close to him, while the recent Tom was taciturn, often not saying a word, and sometimes showing some inexplicable smiles.

But... these teddy bears are all made by Tom.

Al's anxiety finally reached its peak a few days ago, because the girl he had just met disappeared again!

He hid subconsciously, pretending to be sick and hiding in front of Tom for a few days, during which nothing happened.

Al was comforting himself at home, how could it be related to Tom? It's just a coincidence! I've sold so many teddy bears, not all of those kids are missing.

It may be that too many teddy bears have been sold.

So he came out of the house and continued to sell bears.

But now, Al was walking on the street with people coming and going in the early morning. He felt cold all over his body and his forehead was hot. He finally realized that his discomfort was not due to insomnia, but a low-grade fever.

"Today, go home and rest..."

Al stopped his weak steps, turned around hesitantly and walked home.