Primordial Sequence

After escaping from the hospital, Camus and the other man smiled at each other, "Oh, this is so embarrassing, what are your plans?"

Looking at Kaxiu's soft face, Camus threw the potion, sprayed some on each of them, and then breathed a sigh of relief.

"Well, I plan to go back to sleep. If they want to find us, unless they find a makeup artist who is more powerful than me to predict it, it will be useless."

Kaxiu nodded and yawned, "It's really a thrilling day. I have seen your ability to commit suicide, Mr. Camus."

Hearing this, Camus shrugged and stopped a carriage.

Half an hour later, Camus paid the fare of 2 coppers and 3 black coins and got off the car.

As soon as he got off the bus, Camus saw a postman in a green uniform. He was looking at his house hesitantly, because the mailbox of house No. 77 was broken. A qualified postman must deliver the things to the owner, but this house is a famous haunted house. He didn't know if he could come out alive if he went in. Just when he was entangled, he suddenly saw Camus and hurriedly greeted him.

"Hi, sir, are you the owner of No. 77 Golden Oak Avenue, Mr. Camus?"

"Yes, sir, is this my mail?" Camus looked at the box in his hand and nodded.

"Oh, Apollo, I'm so happy to see you, Mr. Camus, this is something Miss Anna from Triumph Street asked me to send, please sign for it."

"Thank you, do you need to go in for a cup of coffee?" Camus signed and handed the pen to the postman, holding the box and speaking.

The postman looked at the number 77 at the door and shook his head repeatedly, "Sorry, I have other mail to deliver. Good luck, sir."

Watching him leave, Camus opened the box, which contained astronomy knowledge. He flipped through it and found that it was full of notes, which were probably used by Ms. Anna.

"Camus, are you going to be a scholar? Including the book last night, this is nearly ten books." Kaxiu sniffed and spoke slowly.

"Of course, my dream is to be a scholar. Kaxiu, do you know a 'colorful door'? It is probably in space or in a different time and space?"

"Colorful door? I have never heard of a colorful door in space. Maybe you should ask other people." Kaxiu spread his hands, yawned and walked into the house.

Camus thought about it with the book in his arms, and followed him. At least there was some information about going home. I hope Hols is right. It may be the earth, but why can Hols see the colorful door? Why can't I see it?

"Mr. Camus, good morning."

After opening the door, Camus saw Ms. Nicole sitting on the table with her black cat, reading a book. The book she was reading seemed to be a popular love novel.

"Good morning, ma'am. I have to go to bed. If there is anything, please wake me up." Camus yawned and walked downstairs.

In the Church of the Sun, Xiu Locke sat on a chair exhausted. Since the death of the previous priest, he was transferred from "Crichton City". He did not expect such a massacre to happen right after he was transferred. He felt terrible as soon as he thought about it.

"Mr. Locke, the body has been burned. How should we explain it to the outside world? And these physical evidences... Should we ask the "Magical Animal Protection Association" to check?" A church staff member reported the information calmly.

Locke knocked on the table, "Have you found out how many people died? As for those brainless guys, you can communicate with them yourself."

"Sir, the current statistics show that 88 people died, but the scene was full of broken bodies, and it is unclear how many people died at the scene. There is no one alive at the moment. My guess is that they are all dead."

"As for the excuse, how about we say it was a fire accident?"

Xiu Locke looked at the pens and paintings on the table and was overwhelmed. "Have you found the identity of the painter?"

"Found it. He lives at No. 243 Maria Street. The deceased is Doer Connor, 23 years old, a down-and-out painter with no relatives. His friends told me that he married a bunny girl from a lower-class street that day. As for his wife, most of the people at the scene were bunny tribes, and we couldn't find her body at all."

Xiu Locke rubbed his eyebrows, "Why are we the ones to deal with this? If you want to check it out, go find those "transformers" with questionable IQs. I don't want to care about this anymore. I want to take a break. You go down."

After the assistant went out, Xiu Locke immediately lay on the table and fell asleep.

After the assistant went out, he found the head of the news in Caldecott City and warned him not to talk nonsense. Then he took the pen and the painting and went straight to the Society for the Protection of Magical Creatures.

The front door of the Society for the Protection of Magical Creatures was full of pigeons. The marble building was stained gray by the droppings of the birds. A dragon was carved on the triangular gate. He had red eyes and a huge body that could not be seen at the end of the wall. From a distance, a strong pressure came over him.

"Coo coo coo... clatter."

Because the environment was not very good, most people were unwilling to come here. As the pigeons cooed, the pigeons in the square flew up. The white pigeons like huge waves brought up feathers all over the sky. The assistant looked at the fluttering feathers and the pungent smell, and suddenly regretted why he came here? Didn't you see that Master Hugh Locke didn't want to take care of this matter?

"Hi, is there anyone? I am a clergyman of the Church of the Sun. If anyone is there, just say something... something." The assistant's voice echoed in the silent square. The assistant looked at the house without any movement, took a deep breath and was about to leave. , I felt a flow of air beside me, and a joking voice appeared in my ears.

"Hoho, I didn't expect you to be a friend of the Sun Church. Are you going to steal my pigeons for barbecue? Well... if you really steal it and share half of it with me after roasting it, I won't pursue it."

The assistant's mouth twitched and he turned to look at the person who came. He was shocked when he saw that it was a pigeon man with his upper body exposed and his lower body wearing a pair of flowery pants. What kind of weird thing is this?

"Um...sir, I'm not a pigeon thief, are you?"

"You're not a pigeon thief? Then go away. You're such a loser. He can't even bake pigeons." Rogster shook his hand in disgust and prepared to leave.

"..."

The assistant clenched his fists, and he finally understood why others called Sequence Thirteen a species lacking IQ. They were just a group of exhibitionist, mentally ill, and cannibalistic monsters.

"Sir, I am from the Church of the Sun. I need your help. I hope you can help me track down the owners of these two things."

Rogster paused, thinking to himself if he wanted to help? This guy doesn't know how to barbecue, but he is from the Sun Church. Wouldn't it be bad to offend them?

"Ahem, then tell me, why don't the girls in Catic City like my flowery underwear? I'll tell you after you answer it." Rogster expressed his long-standing question.

"Flower pants?" The assistant looked at the colorful pair of pants in surprise and praised while suppressing his nausea. "It's very beautiful. Maybe they don't know how to appreciate it? I think it's very beautiful." (Three gods of the sun, please forgive me for my sins. I was forced to do so.)

Rogster smiled when he heard this. He patted his flower pants and whistled to the Conservation Association. A dog with black smoke ran out of the house. Any place it passed by would burn for no reason. It jumped to Roger's side in a few steps and started having fun with Roger.

The assistant's eyes narrowed, "Is this the 'Rally Flame Dog'? It is said to be a monster that can rival the second stage."

"Hey, Dolly, you follow this guy to find someone, and when you come back I'll give you pigeons to eat, do you understand?"

Hearing this, Dolly spit out a mouthful of lava, looked at his assistant and nodded proudly.

I have a cold and my head is heavy. I hope you will vote for recommendation. Thanks