To Four Thousand Years Later

"It's not your fault, Francis.

Leonardo comforted in a low voice: "You have done what you should do. Francis nodded silently. Just as he was about to say something, Leonardo suddenly reached out his hand to signal everyone to be quiet. Because he was separated by the wall , I saw someone walking towards this side. He held a bunch of keys in his hand and carried a J. He was wearing the clothes of a trainee police officer. Leonardo stared outside, his dark golden eyes unblinking Eat. Francis has already rolled up his sleeve with his right hand, ready to go. If the other party realizes something, try to take out the key to open the door of the director's office...

In the end, however, nothing happened. The policeman didn't stop at the door of the director's office, but continued to walk forward in confusion, and walked in the direction of Ralpham.

This can be said to be his luck, avoiding a terrifying door-opening kill.

If he decides to open the door of the director's office at this time, he will immediately see a group of people with bright eyes staring at him silently.

That scene must have been extremely sour... It was like when a student playing with a mobile phone turns around and sees the eyes of the head teacher standing behind him staring at him.

"Follow. Seeing the policeman leaving, Leonardo whispered. While the policeman turned the corner, he opened the door of the director's office and asked Francis to close the door.

But the further he walked, the more strange Francis' expression became.

He looked around repeatedly. Seems to be confirming something.

"What's wrong?"

Sensing his uneasiness, Leonardo's voice sounded from the bottom of his heart.

Francis hesitated. He whispered: "There should be no drawings here. Because in front of the street... it should be a morgue.

Hearing this, Leonardo was stunned for a moment, and his pace paused for a moment.

The next moment, Lielagin suddenly rushed forward like a gust of wind. The long back hem of the dark green windbreaker he was wearing was instantly pulled to the horizontal almost at the same time, the voice of the policeman also sounded at the same time.

"Who's there?" He yelled vigilantly, stretched out his hand and pushed open the door of the morgue, and poked the lantern in through the crack of the door.

I saw a sharp dagger popping out from his side like a snake, stabbing towards his eyes! The policeman didn't even have time to exclaim when he saw a cold light on the tip of the knife piercing his eyes. He trembled, and threw the lantern in his hand towards the man, and the light instantly reflected a somewhat haggard man's face with bloodshot eyes.

But at this moment, a pair of powerful hands came out from behind him silently, one sign language was on J's mouth, and the other hugged his waist, pulling him out of the room door.

A laboring man shall sleep soundly. With the sound of deep prayers, the young policeman watched the sharply approaching knife point and then moved away rapidly, and then the world in front of him quickly became blurred and dark. In an instant, he fell into a deep sleep.

This is Sir Lielakin who jumped out before! He pushed the half-open door completely open, and stretched out his hand to point Xue Xin into the room. The invisible and colorless psychic energy was connected to each other in an instant, weaved into a network, and constrained into a gun. With the sound of crackling electricity, the white streamer buzzed in the air, pushing Ralpham and smashing it against the wall.

Then the white brilliance shattered, like waves hitting a stone, flowing towards the surroundings. The dagger he held tightly in his hand, as well as other metal objects on his body flew out with the flow of light, and landed smoothly behind Leonardo. And Ralpham also fell to the ground. It seems to be pinned to the ankle. His complexion suddenly turned pale.

Before he got up from the ground, Francis had already strode to him.

He picked up Ralpham's collar. Pulled him out from the corner, dragged him on the ground, and threw him in the middle of the room.

Then he stomped heavily on Lalfam's chest with an unusually skillful foot - Lalfam who was about to shout loudly was stomped like this. The voice that hadn't been blurted out was suppressed back, and he coughed again and again until his face flushed but he couldn't make a sound.

Francis kept this posture, stepped on the ground with one foot, stepped on his chest with the other, took out a gun from his ribs, and pressed it against Ralpham's forehead, completely calming him down. At this time, Leonardo calmly picked up the extinguished lantern from the ground.

He reached out and stroked the lantern gently, and a quiet and steady white soft light bloomed from the lantern. Under the reflection of that light, Ralpham could also clearly see the face of the person who stepped on him.

His haggard, yellow and stubbled face, like a homeless man who just had enough to eat, was full of consternation and fear.

"Are you surprised? Are you surprised?"

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Lalfam said dryly, with an extremely tense expression: "I was last time... and Francis didn't pay much attention. He just pressed the gun **** his forehead E. The focus was on Lalfam. He said softly, "Don't talk nonsense. Straight up. what are you doing here "I, Ralpham, said only one word, and then my face became ugly, and I interrupted myself. Francis didn't hesitate, didn't even ask the first sentence.

He directly turned the muzzle of the gun upside down, and hit Lalfam's face heavily with the **** of the gun, and then hit him twice in a row.

Ralpham's teeth were knocked straight out. His mouth was full of blood, and his eyes were full of tears, but because Francis was firmly pressed against his lungs, he couldn't say a word, just a silent scream. Francis raised his hand and slammed the pistol. Pressing down on the hammer, it hit Ralpham's temple again.

"I'll ask you one last time—what are you doing here?"

His voice became as indifferent as winter, and the blue flames burned quietly and steadily in his eyes, as bright as wolf eyes in the dark room.

"I think I already know that.

Leonardo's voice came from the side calmly, it was this. "

Hearing this, Francis grabbed Ralpham's right hand with his left hand and clasped it on Ralpham's left wrist, then raised his head and looked over there. I saw Leonardo holding a lantern in one hand—while his left hand held a glass test tube three fingers wide and half the length of a bone.

It's full of thick amber liquid...and three or four pairs of eyeballs soaked in it.

As he said that, the lantern in Leonardo's hand slightly shone on the corpses beside him, but there was nothing in their eye sockets.