Restarting the myth

The black cat's little paws left, and Wayne was attracted by the white light spots that appeared in his body. He closed his eyes and found a ray of light in the endless darkness.

A bright moon.

The moonlight is like water, and the halo is like practice.

The bright and soft moonlight is like slowly flowing clear water, and the rippling flashes are elegant and quiet, covering the ground in an extremely gentle way.

Everything was so comfortable and reassuring that Wayne couldn't extricate himself from it. He felt like he was being embraced by the goddess, and her white palms brushed his cheeks. He just wanted to be free from the world, put aside the endless darkness, and rely on the goddess's tenderness. My heart will sleep soundly forever.

You can’t be wrong, justice is justice, and the Moonlight Goddess is a serious goddess at first glance.

While Wayne was staring at the magic seeds, he also looked at the strangely styled Book of Greed. The big eyeball in the center of the book cover rotated chaotically, causing Wayne's vision to change.

Under the new perspective, the picture suddenly blurred and was covered with a gray-white haze.

Pale Moon.

A pale moon replaced the bright moon. The poor pixels were like a gunshot screen, and everything was shrouded in a gray-white filter. The elegance and tranquility no longer exist. Upon closer inspection, the pale moonlight is pitted with dense black and gray spots.

The pale and decadent Lone Moon is described as withered, full of death and corruption. The more you stare at it, the more uneasy it becomes, and the more uneasy it becomes, the crazier it becomes.

Wayne: (一`′一;)

Poshu, look at the good things you have done, quickly turn on the goddess’s beauty effects!

Just when Wayne lamented that the world was as dark as a crow, the undulating cover skin of the Book of Greed emitted a rhythm similar to breathing, drawing away the gray and black, the gun version returned to Blu-ray high-definition, and the moonlight became holy again.

The goddess filter is back!

It was probably because he had glimpsed the true face of the goddess, or it could be the unscrupulous surrender of the followers of the goddess of death. Wayne really could not respect the gods of this world. He did not pay attention to the white spot, but turned to the book of greed.

Next to the big eyeball, a smaller eye opened. The eyeball was gray and dull, with no movement at all.

Wayne was stunned, not understanding what was happening. He suspected that the Book of Greed had been upgraded, but it turned out that it had not. The content of the pages was the same as before.

There must be something more...

The magic seeds left behind by Monica were still there. The Book of Greed did not desire magic power other than its owner, so it did not touch the potato.

This made Wayne breathe a sigh of relief. It was indeed the code he had written by himself. Even if it ran out of new features, it was still full of integrity, just like him, he would not eat what he asked for.

Monica transferred most of her magic power into Wayne's body. The strong emptiness caused fatigue. She wanted to lie down and take a rest, but she didn't want to get too close to Wayne. William took advantage of the opportunity and held her in his arms. middle.

"Monica, hold it high."

Bang!

"oops!"

At this moment, Veronica used her amazing arm strength to subdue William and snatch the black cat from his hands.

Monica didn't want to comment on the two people's fighting behavior, and said to Wayne, who closed his eyes and said nothing, "Don't be anxious. The concentration of magic power does not happen overnight. Rushing for success will only be counterproductive. Relax and don't tense your nerves." , sense the magic seeds I left behind, and the Moonlight Goddess will guide you to find your own magic."

Wayne opened his eyes after hearing this, nodded, and continued to sense with his eyes closed.

Monica was very interested in guiding others to practice for the first time. Although the master-disciple relationship was not established, she was a little nervous about being a teacher for the first time. It jumped out of Veronica's arms and circled around Wayne's feet.

Veronica cast a jealous look, snorted and raised her fingers at William: "Clean up, put all these guys in boxes, and remember to knock them out."

William nodded, they were still students at school, it was okay to fight, but killing was absolutely impossible.

According to Veronica's plan, in case the Death Walker receives the information, a believer of the Goddess of Death cannot be let go, so he puts it in a box and locks it in another warehouse. Tomorrow, he will contact the school through the messenger bird and ask the instructors to come and finish it off.

They personally hunted down the Death Walker in order to undo the curse on him.

The sooner the better. Graduation is approaching and we can’t delay it any longer.

Veronica did not set out overnight to the small town of Kafuno on the outskirts of Lundan. She was in a hurry, but Monica needed to rest and replenish her demons. No matter how quickly, she would have to do it in the morning.

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Lundan, foggy cold light.

When night falls over the earth, the whole city quiets down at an extremely fast speed, or perhaps the people making the sound at this time are no longer humans during the day.

This is especially true in the warehouse district. Workers finish work early and go home, or go to crowded bars, or meet love on the street, and discuss the true meaning of life together. Large areas are deserted, and the flickering street lights flicker on and off in the fog. , creating a paradoxical atmosphere.

There was a faint sound of wind, interspersed among the warehouses and intersections, and occasionally it screamed like a ghost crying.

It was hard to tell whether he was really crying or fake. Wayne only knew that there were 'people' in all directions. He could clearly feel that there were many pairs of eyes looking at him.

Being too perceptive is not a good thing. Wherever he looked, Wayne felt that there was a Piao, so close that he seemed to be able to pull one out of the mist with his hand.

Out of double caution, he followed William closely.

William walked for a while, then turned back and said coquettishly: "Wayne, can you stop being so close? It makes me feel very insecure. Otherwise, you can go ahead."

Haha, don’t even think about it!

Wayne ignored William and insisted on walking behind him. At this time, Veronica, who was holding the black cat in her arms, asked: "Wayne, do you have a car?"

You magicians are still short of cars, why don't you just rob one?

Wayne shrugged and said realistically: "I don't have a car, but I can get one. The speed depends on the money. The more you give, the faster I can do things."

"Can you drive?"

"I can, but I'm not good at it."

"That's good."

Veronica nodded, took out a stack of Queen's portraits from her wallet, handed them to Wayne without clicking, and told Wayne to prepare a bunch of supplies by ten o'clock tomorrow morning.

Wayne took the money and asked tentatively: "Do I want to go too?"

"You can also not go, but if you miss this time, I don't know when the next chance to lift the curse will be. If you are unlucky, this may be your only chance." Veronica said slowly.

Is it so scary?

Wayne didn't understand, and subconsciously looked at William. Seeing the latter nodded heavily, he chose to believe Veronica.

Wayne: "..."

It's terrible, I would rather believe a gay than a beautiful girl!

Speaking of curses, Wayne did take the opportunity to add more ingredients. He was not greedy for magic power, but the feeling of hunger was real. The Book of Greed did not devour the curse energy. At present, if he wanted to solve the curse, he could only follow Veronica and William.

"Gugugugu~~~"

Hungry.

It is an indisputable fact that the night in Lundan is very dangerous. You can often see reports of certain citizens walking on the night road and disappearing in the newspapers. Combined with the illusory urban legends, Lundan at night is even more mysterious.

But what is more terrible than danger is having no money. The wealthy West District and North District have rich and colorful nightlife, not to mention Inner Lundan in the central district. The lights are bright all year round. The more nights, the more prosperous it is. It is a paradise that outsiders want to get into.

Wayne was lucky to get a taxi, which allowed him to return to the detective agency before he starved to death.

Because of his guilty conscience, William took the initiative to cook and prepare a table of delicious food. As a result, all the food was swallowed by Wayne before Veronica picked up the knife and fork.

Veronica looked at William expressionlessly: "Why are you still standing there? Go to the kitchen!"

"The ingredients I bought this morning are all used up, and only potatoes are left."

"..." x2

Veronica: Potatoes are good, better than being hungry.

Wayne: Be merciful today and give potatoes another chance to prove themselves!

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After eating, Wayne continued to sense the magic. Monica was a very responsible senior teacher. She lay on the desk with her hands in her pockets, tutoring students and promoting the kindness of the Moonlight Goddess to the lost lambs.

For example, the moonlight that led the way. The reason why they could pass through the fog unimpeded was because of the blessing of the Moonlight Goddess.

Wayne had seen the true face of the Moonlight Goddess and questioned Monica's words. He didn't say it out loud. He was what the teacher said. The obedient and well-behaved good student made Monica's sense of achievement as a teacher crazy up.

Goddess, this believer can be developed!

Two hours later, in order to flatter the black cat teacher, Wayne asked it which brand of dried fish it liked, and the teacher left with a dark face.

Wayne was sharp-eyed and saw two small bells.

Turning around, dark face...

Got it, look for a shy little female cat for the teacher when no one is around.

Because staying up late hurts the body, Wayne decided to stay up all night.

The result was not very good. He nodded his head as dawn approached, and had a short nightmare, which woke him up.

It can also be said to be a hungry dream.

In the dream, he ate heartily, clearing one plate after another, and his eating manner was exaggerated like the reincarnation of a starving ghost. Those who knew it was because of the curse, and those who didn't thought he was going to swallow potatoes to commit suicide.

Next to him was William, who was in a hurry, changing the way he served potatoes. Seeing that the food he cooked was eaten up by Wayne without leaving any, he couldn't help but look shy and happy.

After waking up, Wayne raised his hands to cover his face. He knew that he would dream about what he thought about during the day. He could understand that he was hungry in his dream, but why was it William? Wouldn't Monica's dish be nice?

Just as he was thinking, he heard the movement from the kitchen and was quite moved for a moment.

There is a saying that is very true. Gays may have bad intentions, but they all have a warm heart.

Take William as an example. He looks rough and violent, but he is gentle and kind. Whether it is the defensive magic full of warmth or getting up before dawn to cook for him, it proves that William is a kind person worthy of deep friendship.

This person can be dealt with!

Wayne: (?_?)

Damn it, Wayne, calm down, he is CPUing you!

Don't be fooled. Boys must always be vigilant in front of gays and cannot give the other party a chance to hold the handle and make a retreat.

"Wayne, it's time to eat, you still have to go out to do business!" William shouted at the top of his voice.

"Here I come."