Chapter 647: Soul Eater (Part 1)

Of the four spacious rooms provided by the Sanwu Club, Perry finally chose this one, and the other three were rejected by her without hesitation, either because the lighting effect was too poor, or because of the clutter of thoughts. The crowd is too close.
In particular, someone died in the second alternative room. It was about seventy years ago that a wizard took his life because he could not accept the mutation of his body.
When Perry revealed the past, the liaison officer Gnopis showed a considerable degree of shock and frustration. It seems that no one of the employees of the Three Witches knew that there was such a disgraceful building in the Tyre branch. History.
In any case, the last room was very quiet, and the noise lingering in Perry's perception gradually subsided. This is the state that she can achieve the closest to the balance of the mind. After all, this building is full of chattering selfish souls.
Perry adjusted his mentality step by step, gently erased many foreign objects from his thoughts, and smoothed out all the disturbances with the help of a soft and nimble song of meditation, just as complementary sound waves were used to counteract a certain sound.
But she still caressed her earrings absently.
It was just a piece of metal, an inconspicuous thing, and the latch used to fix it could be opened with only a slight twist.
However, for those who can understand it, for those who can read the secret command etched in platinum earrings, it has a profound meaning.
To some extent, this is the mark of a slave.
This is not a power-constraining device, and it will not hinder her. Its existence is only to allow those who are afraid of her spiritual ability to order her while sleeping peacefully, deceiving herself to believe that this earring can block her Supernatural talent.
The cold and hard metal helped her concentrate, and she sinks her consciousness into her heart.
The last thing she saw before closing her eyes was a timer on the table next to her. Agents and local police had left for a few hours, but she hadn’t communicated with them after seeing the head of Tyre. meet.
Occasionally she couldn't help but wonder what her guard, Hessor, was doing, but she suppressed her impulse and didn't find her thinking tentacles to find him.
Her ability to communicate is very limited, only because she gets along with each other for a long time to be able to perceive the other person's extremely familiar soul.
In fact, Perry's sense of closeness to Hessor would only bring her sadness.
She had peeped into his relaxed alert thoughts while the other party was asleep, and found that he did not know the special feelings that the wizard had for her guards. This strange sense of dependence was difficult to be called love, but it was also not found. Other suitable descriptions, and he knew nothing about it.
This is the best, she believes in her heart.
Perry was reluctant to imagine what would happen if Hessoe knew the truth, and she would probably be taken away, perhaps even sent back to the City of Shadows, where they were brought under her command.
Perry obliterated these thoughts and turned her attention back to the matter at hand. She closed her eyes and forced herself to stay calm, as if slamming a key into the keyhole.
The witch knelt on the hard wooden floor in the room, and the objects she picked from her luggage were arranged in a row, forming a semicircle around her.
Some stones, a brass button that fell off the coat, a greasy wrapping paper from a skewer stall, and a leaflet full of local dialect text.
Perry touched them one after the other, looping back and forth, sometimes hesitating, sometimes turning back.
She is serving a shadow empire and everything needs to be kept secret, but a series of bizarre homicides in Tyre recently made the shadow blade member stationed here find her.
Black Knight, they call him that. The mysterious man hopes he can help the police catch the weird killer. This sounds a little weird, because as far as she knows, there are very few things that the adult can't do independently.
But she must also obey the order.
She used these items to create a puzzle of suspects, but there are many blanks in them. In these positions, she can't perceive a complete truth.
There was fear on the button, which came off when "he" escaped from the blazing fire.
Those stones, "he" used to pick them up and throw them around in the hut as a pastime, so that "his" boring and nervous polished the stone's sluggish aura.
The greasy wrapping paper was covered with hunger and panic. The image here was very clear. "He" stole the skewers while the hawker turned around. "He" thought he would be caught.
The leaflets carry love, or something similar to love, at least in a way that Perry can understand. To be more precise, it is loyalty, which is also mixed with a sense of justice.
This piece of paper made her hesitant. She gazed at the emotion spectrum generated by her closed eyes.
It’s a complicated person who wrote it, and Perry couldn’t catch the puzzle pieces in his mind-he contradicted himself, with some kind of distant and terrible violent echo deep in his heart, but at that moment it was already overwhelmed by two overwhelming forces of confrontation Covered up.
On the one hand, it is glorious hope, and even redemption, as if "he" believes he can be reborn.
On the other hand is the same powerful sense of fear that something is hunting for "he" and "he" has become the victim.
Perry’s mind detection is not accurate~EbookFREE.me~ But in the years as a witch, she has gradually developed a keen sense of her intuition-it is this perception that tells her that in the rumor The "killer" is by no means a pleasure to kill.
As the thought took shape in her mind, Perry also noticed a vague and weak sense of direction.
She let her hand pick up the pen beside her, and then moved to the drawing board lying quietly on the ground.
The tip of the pen quivered and began to depict the next twisted text.
Her other hand never left the leaflet. Her fingers flicked the edge of the paper, carefully experiencing the worn paper, looking for the marks left by countless folding and opening.
She couldn't help wondering what this piece of paper meant to him, so that he could care so much, and how bitter he would feel after losing the treasure.
This would be exactly the way she looked for each other's traces. The sorrow emanating from him fluttered in the wind like a flag, the stylus wrote on its own, and flew back and forth on the surface of the data board.
There is a certain confidence in her heart, she will find "he", she will surely find "he", maybe she will be free, and Hesso will be very happy-
"what!"
She suddenly felt palpitations and exclaimed, the pen was interrupted in two in her suddenly clenched hands, and the broken pen shaft plunged into her palm.
Perry trembles all over, and she knows why, deep in her mind, there is always an idea that she doesn’t want to face, some kind of thought that she tries to avoid, just like ordinary people will be careful about the silt on the skin Green so as not to cause pain.
However, at this moment, she was involuntarily attracted to the past, touching the discolored edge around the scar, and then flinching with the slight tingling that followed...