Chapter 49 - Song of the Wind Song (8)
Tang Cuo was forced to stop working and returned to Baz’s rental house in the uninterrupted sound of “ding and ding”.
In the original plot, Theodore may have been seriously injured and needs to rest. On the other hand, Lancelot and Buzz are good friends. Baz has helped him so enthusiastically. If Baz has a problem, Lancelot must be difficult to deal with. Waiting for Buzz by Theodore can also avoid this embarrassing situation.
But waiting alone in the rental house was really boring, and Tang Cuo simply lay down. As the saying goes, if you can sit, you don’t stand, and when you lie, you don’t sit.
Energy saving mode, on.
Although Jin Cheng was willing to let Tang Cuo rest, he was a little uneasy about letting Tang Cuo stay alone. So he quickened his pace, hurried back to the Ivy League to find Celtic, told him that the body was missing, and then immediately returned to the white leaves area.
On the way back, he suddenly thought of something, changed his way, and went to the wanderer’s tavern.
A bustling pub, business is better than during the day.
The bartender was busy with his feet, and Buzz kept working behind him like a small top. Sometimes it helps to wash the dishes, sometimes it helps to move the goods, and sometimes it is necessary to take the drunken guests to the cart.
This is not an easy job.
The obese guest was scolding, his belly was two times thicker than Baz’s waist, and the weight of the whole person suddenly pressed on Baz, causing him to nearly fall.
Fortunately, the little Buzz has gone through a hundred battles, and he has more strength than he seems. He stumbled and sent people to the scooter. He wiped his sweat and talked to the driver of the scooter with a smile.
“Trouble you, Uncle Jones.”
“Don’t be so polite, little Buzz, this is my job. It’s you, you should take a good rest.”
“I know, I’m not tired.”
“It’s not my mouth to be tired. It’s okay, little Baz, I have to set off. These guests are really smelly, and I have to send people away as quickly as possible.”
“Okay, be safe!”
Buzz waved his hand and kept watching the scooter away. Then he ran back to work under the urging of the bartender.
Jin Cheng also watched him, he could not get close, because the system did not let it. But for now, Buzz is still working and does not show any abnormalities, at least it means that there is no danger in Tangcuo.
Returning to Baiye District, Jin Cheng didn’t know where to find Peter.
The white-leaved area is mixed with fish and dragons. It is not easy to find people here, not to mention this is not a person, but a corpse. Was he stolen, or did the corpse run away?
After turning around, no person was found and no plot was triggered. Jin Cheng went back to East Street again.
“Boom.” A stone hit the window of Buzz’s rental house, disturbing Tang Cuo who was resting.
Tang Cuo really didn’t want to get up, but the familiar situation reminded him of the broken window in the East Cross Street room. He still remembered that it was in someone else’s house, and he stood up and walked to the window.
Jin Cheng was sitting in the dark and damp narrow alley with his legs up, and a wooden box was discarded below his buttocks. Buzz’s rental house is at the end of the corridor, and the window is just stacked in this hidden alley.
“Hi, good evening.” Jin Cheng raised his hand and greeted him.
Tang Cuo thinks that his brain may be at fault.
The night was too dark, Jin Cheng couldn’t see Tang Cuo’s expression clearly, but wanted to know that there would be no good words in this little bastard’s heart. He held his arms and said, “Lancelot must be very eager to prove his friend’s innocence. He doesn’t go to bed in the middle of the night and has to wander around the street. It’s already two o’clock in the morning. I’m afraid I can’t rest all night.”
Tang Cuo “So?”
The system trapped Tang Cuo in the rental house and stopped Jin Cheng outside the rental house, one was forced to rest and the other was forced to stay up late. Just now Jin Cheng wanted to try to walk into the building and was bombarded with dings, dings, dings, and busy sounds appeared in his ears.
He began to have fun, “You said that we look like cowboy and weaver girl now?”
Tang Cuo thought that his brain might have been stung badly. He closed the window blankly and went to bed. Jin Cheng raised his hand and threw a stone on the window, “Come back.”
“Problems???”
“Aren’t you a detective, give me a direction to investigate.”
“Oh.”
“Oh what do you mean.”
Tang Cuo thought about it and said sincerely, “Since you are so empty, it is better to plan the graves of Baiye District and count the number of corpses.”
Jin Cheng “Do you think I really don’t want to hit you?”
“Then you come.”
“…”
One can’t get out, the other can’t get in, what to fight.
Jin Cheng was angry, but Tang Cuo’s words also revealed his guess. Jin Cheng held his chin for a moment and asked, “Do you really think that is a corpse?”
Tangcuo “Yes.”
Jin Cheng “What about Baz? Is he also reborn?”
Tang Cuo did not immediately answer this question.
Just now he was lying in Buzz’s rental house, stroking the whole thing from beginning to end, and suddenly thought that this was a serial task. Serial, which means that its stories are all related, so he thought of the well of time.
It is still a long way from the Flower Festival in 1228. In September of that year, the blackboard of the Ivy League Office in the country of Yueyin said that the activities of the Rose Sect in the Principality of the French increased.
At the beginning of all these stories, the Rose Sect was also active in the Principality of France.
What is special about flanges?
Tang Cuo doesn’t think it’s special, because the story ends in the country of Yueyin, not the Principality of France, which means that the last goal of the Rose Sect is a country of Yueyin.
What is most special about the Principality of Français is that it is the closest place to the country of the Moon.
What is the country of Yueyin? Well of time.
The Well of Time contains rich time magic. Tang Cuo does not know how powerful the time magic can be in this copy, but time is the thing that can most affect life and death.
Baz, who has written the suicide note but is still alive, what is the point of the missing body? Tang Cuo thought they were all dead, but still alive.
“I went to see Baz just now. He looks just like ordinary people.” Jin Cheng said.
“Isn’t this great? The Grand Duke said that Pastor Peter is an upright and kind gentleman, and his persistence has always been admirable. Such a person is rooted in the most impoverished Baiye District, and if there is not enough to impress him, he Why do you betray?” Tang Cuo said, turning to lean on the window sill. “Maybe Buzz was the one who moved him.”
Jin Cheng touched his chin, and the more he thought about it, the more interesting it was, “According to your reasoning, does the Rose sect’s philosophy seem to be not bad?”
Tang Cuo refused to comment, which was extremely boring. One thing, one person, how to see it, whether it is ideal or material, there is no unified standard.
Because the standards are set by people.
And human beings are the least creatures in the world that do not need standards.
“Okay, the conversation is over. I think I should go to dig a few graves as you said.” Jin Cheng’s interest in digging graves came and he did.
He found a cemetery, and according to the time of Baz’s suicide, the search range was set within six months, and he was a young man and woman. He thought that even if the Rose Sect wanted to save all sentient beings, his eyes should not be on the old lady for a while.
Two hours before dawn.
On the other side, Tangcuo finally waited for Baz who returned late.
Buzz was tired, and his original fluffy hair was drooping down, but the moment he saw Tang Cuo, he was still blooming in his eyes, “Theodore, why are you here!”
Tang Cuo “I was injured, Lancelot let me rest here.”
“It turns out that this is the case. Does your injury matter?” Buzz quickly asked Tang Cuo to sit down and got a “Nothing” reply before he was relieved and asked “What about Lancelot?”
Tang Cuo “Ivy League has something to ask him for help, he went out.”
Buzz didn’t doubt that he was there, but he was still a little worried. “But it’s so late, Lancelot’s illness is just right, don’t be tired anymore.”
Tang Cuo carefully observed his expression and said nothing.
Because of fatigue, Buzz wanted to sleep directly, but Yu Guang glanced at Tang Cuo, who was sitting upright, and hesitated to take out the tub for washing. He scratched his head and smiled and said, “I’ve been busy for a day today, and my body is a bit stinky. You can’t mind Theodore. There is a water room downstairs. I’ll go there to wash.”
Having said that, he dragged out the door at a tired pace.
After ten seconds, Tang Cuo quietly opened the door, following him far away, watching him enter the water room. It didn’t take long for the clatter of water to come from inside, and Tang Cuo leaned on the railing on the second floor, thinking quietly.
After a while, he returned to the room and stood by the window, wanting to see if Jin Cheng had returned.
He didn’t see Jin Cheng, he saw a vaguely familiar face—Peter!
Pastor Peter was standing on the side of the road diagonally opposite the alley. From the angle of Tang Tso, he could be seen, which also meant that Peter could see him.
Four eyes are opposite.
Peter’s eyes flashed slightly, and he immediately stepped back into darkness. Tang Cuo’s speed is faster than him. Without saying anything, he pushes out the window and chases out, but just when he landed, ready to chase out of the dark alley—
“Ding!” The **** system prompt sounded again.
Tang Cuo had no control and caught up.
“Ding!” The prompt sound is even more rapid, such as a violent wind and rain hitting Tang Cuo’s mind.
Tang Cuo bit his tongue and kept himself awake with pain. When he couldn’t catch up, he immediately shouted, “Why are you killing Grand Duke? Peter, how does killing him help your faith?”
Peter was about to leave, and turned back when he heard this.
The two faced each other across a long street under a moonlit night.
Peter is still a moon-white priest robe, with a merciful and generous face, but his eyes are sharp. He asked “Who are you?”
Tangcuo “a knight in pursuit of the truth.”
Peter “Then you should ask him.”
Tang Cuo “but he said he believed you.”
The reminder sound of “ding, ding, ding” sounded insanely, and Tang Cuo’s face did not show up.
Peter looked at him deeply, as if to discern the truth of his words, but the longer he dragged on, the more dangerous Tangzuo’s condition was. Three seconds later, he finally said, “He is the Grand Duke and the ruler in this land. If he is not killed, how can we change?”
Tang Cuo Shen Sheng “Do you think the Rose Sect can really bring about change?”
“Maybe, it’s always necessary to know.” Peter said, his figure hidden in the darkness again.
Tang Cuo did not chase anymore, and when he disappeared completely, he turned around and withdrew. The beep sounds have become a film in his mind, and he flees with the greatest speed.
Speed of life and death.
Tang Cuo’s figure was almost pulling out the residual image, but Bartz’s room was on the second floor. Whether walking from the stairs or climbing the window, it would take some time.
“Crack!” Thunderbolt was down.
Tang Cuo dodged to the limit, pedaling on the wooden box Jin Cheng had just sat on, and quickly jumped to the window sill on the first floor, with the back firmly against the window
Hu, watching the electric light slash across in front of your eyes.
After the thunderbolt had broken through, the second thunderbolt was already brewing, Tang Cuo quickly climbed to the second floor, and when the second thunderbolt fell, he opened the window and jumped in.
“Boom!” He almost didn’t jump through the floor.
At the same time, Jin Cheng, who was still digging graves in the cemetery, raised his head and looked at the electric lights shining in the sky, frowning. He then looked again at the starry sky above him, the weather was fine.
Has any **** been struck by thunder?
Don’t it be Tangcuo?
Jin Cheng carefully discerned the direction of electro-optics and found that it was really possible. His apprentice is really a warrior. Jin Cheng feels that if he is a woman, he might fall in love with him.
The kind who would roll for him, shouting “good looking”.
The thought went awry, and Jin Cheng finally pulled it back and continued to fill the soil. The work of digging graves is almost over. He opened three coffins, one empty and two still.
Because there are not many samples, Jin Cheng can’t say whether this ratio is large or small, but no matter how many, the body?
Or the scammer?
Where did they go?
This compartment Jin Cheng filled the soil and was ready to leave. In that compartment, Tang Cuo waited for Baz after washing, and decided to open the door with him. Buzz was still wondering, when he just heard a thunder when he just took a shower, it was strange that he came out and saw that the weather was fine.
Theodore is also very strange, he actually asked himself if he could make a cut in his hand.
“Theodore, what’s wrong with you? Did you have a fever?” Buzz looked worried.
“I’m fine.” Tang Cuo looked straight into his eyes. “I need to do an experiment. Can you help me? Buzz.”
“This… Okay, okay.”
“Thank you.”
Buzz reached out hesitantly and finally gritted his teeth, turning his head away.
Tang Cuo’s sword was quick, and only a short cut was made in Buzz’s arm. It’s not deep, it won’t hurt, but it’s enough to bleed. The blood quickly ran down Buzz’s arm. Buzz found that it was not very painful and was quite happy.
Tang Cuo frowned, but the smell of blood was wrong. The **** smell approached to nothing, but there was a smell that made Tang Cuo feel very familiar.
“Baz, did you get sick last winter?” he asked.
“Yeah.” Buzz scratched his head. “How do you know Theodore? But Dr. Albert healed me.”
“Did you smell anything else in your blood?”
“Oh, this, Dr. Albert said it was because I took the medicine. He is really a good person. If it weren’t for him, I would have died and would not meet you and Lancelot.”
No, Buzz, you should be dead.
Tangcuo dipped a bit of blood and felt it carefully at the fingertips, without accidentally feeling the thick magic of time. This is the same magic as Theodore’s rose, and the taste of blood is the same as Tangcuo’s smell from the well.