Shadow Apostle

Chapter 48 Monica Veronica

"Bang."

The rectangular manhole cover of the sewer was suddenly lifted out of thin air.

The passers-by around him screamed in surprise and fled around.

He watched in stunned silence as a man in straight clothes emerged from the well.

"Good morning, ladies and gentlemen."

The man leaned out half of his body, took off his hat and waved to the onlookers. From beside him, several disturbed rats and cockroaches came out and fled around quickly.

"The weather is nice today, the sun is... uh, never mind."

An aerospace boat floated slowly overhead, the huge air bag covering the entire sky, and the shadow quickly enveloped the mouth of the well, as if to annotate his greetings. Black smoke was billowing from the steam furnace, and the propeller at the stern was spinning feebly, pushing the airship to move slowly in the air.

"I hate my damn luck. This airship must also be mysterious, otherwise why would it target me like this? Hey..."

The man suddenly jumped out of the well, kicked back the manhole cover, and then straightened the wrinkles in his windbreaker.

"Have a nice morning everyone, bye."

Bowing slightly to the onlookers, Horst put his hat back on, shook his cane and walked away.

Only a few rats that were cut off from their way home were left, screaming at the mouth of the well.

After reaching a cooperation agreement with Black Hand Kant just now, Horst didn't stay too long.

The name of the place is the night market, and it's just past eight in the morning, and there are only a few stalls still open.

The remaining few stalls also need to be closed down.

According to Kant, it is best to come late at night.

Therefore, Horst did not disturb the sleeping Marvin anymore. After leaving the night market, he found an open manhole cover and got out.

It is said that all the people who come here leave like this, and the people around them are used to it.

Seeing them stunned was not something they were used to.

However, as soon as he left the sight of the crowd, Horst's expression darkened.

It seems you want to continue playing.

He looked like he couldn't afford to lose.

Horst sneered and curled his lips.

I haven't found you yet, but you came to my door.

Then let’s continue with the second game and let me see what’s so special about you, level 4.

After making up his mind, Horst looked around. No wonder there was an airship floating in the sky. Although it was still in the Rose District in the city center, it was almost to the Baiyun District where the airport was located.

Horst hesitated for a moment, then changed direction and walked towards Justice Square where the Hall of Justice was located.

The Tower of Justice stands tall, and the huge clock of honesty is still accurate, not a minute faster, not a second slower.

Just like Hamath, the Lord of Justice himself, fair, upright, and meticulous.

As the nine o'clock bell struck, Horst walked through the crowded square and bought five milliliters of green orange candy from a roadside stall.

A handful of colorful little sugar balls, each five meters long, are snacks only eaten by children.

Horst threw one into his mouth and his face immediately wrinkled.

It's sour and sweet, what does it taste like?

Frustrated, Horst put the remaining small bag of candy into his pocket and hurried around to the Hall of Justice.

The entrance to the police station is still so lively.

The struggling prisoner was in high spirits.

Policemen wielding batons were full of energy.

It's as colorful as ever.

Carefully bypassing several murder scenes, and just as he was about to walk in, he heard a rude shout not far away.

"Hey girl, what are you looking at?"

Horst turned around and saw that he was just an ordinary drunk.

He must have been drinking all night. His face was red and he smelled of alcohol. He even walked crookedly. He was being carried to the police station by a policeman.

The only unusual thing was that he was wearing a police cape.

He was only wearing a cloak.

At this time, the drunk man suddenly broke away from the control of the policeman next to him, stopped in front of a passerby, and showed a lewd smile.

The passerby was dressed in formal attire, wearing a dark blue windbreaker, holding two cups in his hands, and faced the drunk man.

The drunkard suddenly twisted his body and shook off his cloak, revealing...

"Look, look, look, let you see enough, hahaha."

Horst sighed, shook his head and looked away. No matter how many times he saw this scene, it still made people...

A shrill scream instantly silenced the chaotic intersection.

The drunk man had been trampled on the chest by passers-by and pinned to the ground, unable to move.

It’s not that he stepped too hard, but only one hand of the passerby was still holding a cup, and the other hand was replaced by an unsheathed rapier. At this time, the cold rapier was playing with the drunken man’s shrunken child. He said calmly: "This is what you invited, so I'll see enough."

"Hurry up, stop it." The drunk man's face turned pale with fright, but he did not dare to move, lest he use the wrong force on his sharp sword and hit somewhere it shouldn't be.

"Stop? You haven't seen enough. How about I take it home and watch it slowly."

As he spoke, the stabbing sword flew into the air and struck down like lightning.

"Ah~~"

With a scream, the drunk man's eyes turned white, he fainted with foam at the mouth, and the stabbing sword barely hovered over the child's head.

"waste."

The stabbing sword was wiped on the face of the unconscious drunkard, and was put back into the scabbard. The passerby kicked the drunkard into the air, and rolled to the feet of the policeman who was escorting him. Then he turned around and raised his eyebrows:

"Hey, I just drank half of it. I asked you to carry it to me. I didn't ask you to drink it for me."

"I charge you some storage fees, but I can't serve you coffee for free." Horst took another sip, "The coffee in your Justice Square doesn't taste good. It always smells of soot."

"If it doesn't taste good, give it back to me, and you're so picky." Having said that, Monica leaned over, poured a lot of milk into another cup, and inserted the stirring stick in: "You Why are you here? I thought you would come here after a few days when I come to arrest you, but when I looked up, I saw you standing on the roadside acting stupidly."

"You're stupid...You're late, Officer Monica. You're not staying in bed again this morning. If the attendance recorder sees it, your salary will be deducted again this month."

Monica looked at the milk in her hand: "How about I put it on your head before your salary is deducted."

"That's not good. It's too wasteful. I don't object to it." Horst took another sip of coffee and said, "I need your help with something."

"No matter what, figure it out yourself."

Before Monica finished speaking, she saw Horst raising his hand in front of her, holding a small paper bag in his hand.

"Here, bribe, green orange candy, bought with a lot of money, five Lucca."

"You dare to take out five Mira's things." Monica pinched one and stuffed it into her mouth, showing an expression of enjoyment, but immediately hid it, and said nonchalantly, "What do you need help with?"

"I sent something yesterday, and I want to know the progress." Horst lowered his voice and said, "There may be someone else's shadow behind that thing. It's not yet certain of the other party's purpose, but I want to take the first step. Filter everything related to the other party, and maybe you can see the other party's conspiracy."

"Mysterious object?"

"Um."

"As for yesterday, it should be enough time." Monica frowned and thought for a while, "I'll go find Reina and ask her later. But what happened to you? You're actually related to a mysterious object. And you haven't been there for a day. See, why did you wake up? You... hmm? What's going on? "

While Monica was muttering, she noticed that Horst suddenly became silent. Looking back, she saw that he was looking at three black carriages not far away with confusion.

Tap tap tap.

Chaotic footsteps sounded from all around.

Dozens of street policemen in blue uniforms poured out of several surrounding buildings.

Quietly, like a mime.

Monica line, open.

Let’s try some candies first, green orange candies, they don’t taste good.