When Hattori Heitji and Conan arrived at the square again, all they could see was the swordsmen lying on the ground.
"Who the hell are you?"
Hattori Heitji picked up a sword and roared at the man in front of him. Conan might not be able to sense it, but as a kendo expert, Hattori Heitji could clearly sense that the strength of the man in front of him was not something he could resist at all. The demonic figure that seemed to have killed countless reformists during the Bakumatsu period seemed to have become a reality at that moment …
"…"
The man did not say anything. He just turned around silently and raised his sword at Hattori.
"Hattori!"
"Heitji!"
Conan and Kazuya shouted when they saw this scene. Hattori clenched the sword in his hand and looked forward nervously. The next moment, a cold light flashed in front of him.
So fast!!
Hattori Heiji could be considered a master kendo, but even he could not keep track of the trajectory of the man's sword. The moment the man drew his sword, Hattori Heiji even felt as if his body was bound by some invisible thread. He could not even move a muscle. He could only watch as the cold light dashed towards him … and brushed past him.
"… Huh?"
Hattori Heiji stared blankly at the blade that almost grazed his cheek. But before he could react, he heard clapping sounds coming from afar.
"Amazing! Fangzheng, you're so cool!"
"Fangzheng?"
Everyone looked at the man carefully when they heard the name. They then found that the man in front of them was none other than Fangzheng.
"Haa …."
Kazuya finally breathed a sigh of relief, while Hattori Heitji rolled his eyes.
"Come on, what are you doing?"
"Come and help me."
Fangzheng sheathed his sword and smiled.
"When I came here, I just happened to see you guys being chased all over the courtyard. I didn't expect these guys to be so persistent, only using swords and bows. So, in order to show my respect to them, I cosplayed as a member of the New Writers Group … How about it? Not bad, right? "
"I was almost scared to death … Say, you didn't kill them, right?"
"How is that possible?"
Fangzheng rolled his eyes at Hattori Heitji's ridicule.
"This is a prop I bought in Movie City. It hasn't been sharpened yet, so it can't kill people."
"Looking at you just now, even if you didn't kill him, you probably scared him to death."
At this time, Conan also came up and said, while Fangzheng looked at him silently.
"You're just a guy who kicks a football like a missile. You're not qualified to talk to me."
Isn't it just a fight? Who's afraid of who?
After that, the matter was naturally resolved. Of course, Fangzheng was not as stupid as Hattori Heitji and Conan. He naturally called the police to clean up the mess. After that, Conan and Hattori Heitji also solved the boring puzzle and were lucky enough to find the Buddha statue. But Fangzheng obviously didn't care about it, nor was he interested in it.
"Speaking of which, Fangzheng, why don't you like reasoning? I think detectives are quite cool."
Seeing Conan and Hattori happily surrounding the Buddha statue, Mira curiously looked at Fangzheng, who had changed back into his clothes.
"I don't like detectives, mainly because I don't like solving puzzles."
Fangzheng shook his head.
"The so-called puzzle, in my opinion, is just a question that the other party comes up with, then pulls the detective down to the same level as himself to solve it. So what if he succeeds? It only means that your IQ is on the same level as his. If it were me, I wouldn't have gone through so much trouble. Why would I even bother solving the puzzle map? According to the culprit, since this temple is the place of the dead thief gang leader, all we have to do is turn this place upside down with a search warrant. If we can't find anything, we'll have to stare at a broken map …. "
Having said that, Fangzheng snorted lightly.
"I don't like to be led by the nose, and isn't this kind of puzzle the same as leading others by the nose?"
"What you said seems to make sense."
Mira thought about it carefully, then nodded.
"But treasure hunting is still quite interesting."
"At least there's a mountain of gold and silver. It's not a loss. Besides, there's no point in competing with the dead."
Having said that, Fangzheng wrapped his arm around Mira's waist and whispered into her ear.
"But now I have an even more interesting treasure to explore …."
"Ugh …."
Hearing this, Mira's face suddenly turned red.
"Haven't you already explored it all day today?"
"But it's not enough. After all, it's more interesting to have a different reaction every time. Let's go back to the hotel. I'll leave this place … to the police."
"… Okay."
For Fangzheng, this was much more tempting than any Buddha statue.
At the same time, in another world ….
"Boom!!"
The door of the church slowly opened, and a lizardman in leather armor with a longsword on his back walked in. He did not even look at the guests around him, and directly rushed to the altar in front of him, hugging the groom in a tight grip.
"I'm here!"
"What are you doing here?"
Feeling the lizardman's embrace, the groom closed his eyes.
"I've already given up. Can't you give up too?"
"I won't give up, because you're mine! I won't give you to anyone! "
"But …."
"No buts!"
The lizardman grabbed the groom's hand, then opened his mouth. A snake-like tongue emerged from his lips and drilled directly into the groom's mouth. The groom's body shook, and his two thick arms immediately hugged the lizardman's tall body.
"I love you!"
"Wuuuuuuu …."
Looking at the scene in front of her, the Goddess of Order was moved to tears.
"This is true love. This is what I wanted to see. True love is invincible. It transcends the shackles of race and gender and obtains true love. What a touching moment …. Ah, by the way, I should also give them a blessing or something …."
As the Goddess of Order spoke, the next moment, a holy light descended from the sky and shone on the two of them ….
"Well, there should be no problem now."
The Goddess of Order nodded. At this moment, she heard a soft sound in her ears.
"Meow …."
"Huh?"
Hearing this sound, the Goddess of Order turned her head curiously and looked at the place where the sound came from. She saw a black kitten with a bow on its tail sitting there, licking its cat and playing with its little paws. The Goddess of Order was stunned for a moment when she saw the cat, then her expression changed drastically.
"Wait …."
However, before the Goddess of Order could finish her words, the little kitten raised its head and meowed.
"Meow …."
The meow was so weak that it was almost inaudible, but the next moment, the pure white space where the Goddess of Order was completely shattered as if it was hit by an invisible shock wave. A dark shadow instantly enveloped the whole world. The next moment, when the music started, it was no longer the pure white space that the Goddess of Order was familiar with. Instead, it was a dark and quiet space with an elegant, gorgeous sofa, tables and chairs, and a gramophone playing a magnificent symphony next to it.
"Sit down and talk."
Sitting on the chair was a girl in a black dress. Her long dark blue hair reached her waist. The girl's eyes were as calm as an ancient well, as if she had seen through tens of thousands of years of wisdom. Only her tail that swayed from time to time and the little blue bow tied on it still carried a hint of innocence and childishness.
"Ah, yes …."
At this moment, the Goddess of Order did not only have a neck. Her neck had returned to its original shape. She glanced at the girl carefully, then sat on the chair opposite her.
"I, I didn't expect the Great Demoness Beren Castello to come here in person … Um, are you alright?"
"Oh?"
Although the girl looked much smaller than the Goddess of Order, she only raised her eyes and looked at the Goddess of Order.
"You know me?"
"Yes, um … I've been to your class before …."
"I didn't expect that there would be someone in the Order race who would be interested in my class …."
The girl silently picked up the teacup and put it to her mouth.
"You're here to get some credits, aren't you?"
"No, no, no, I'm really interested in your class, Lady Beren Castello …."
"Forget it, there's no point in saying this now."
The girl raised her hand and interrupted the Goddess of Order's explanation.
"You should know who I am, right?"
"Yes."
At this point, the Goddess of Order turned serious.
"The Great Demoness Beren Castello, second in the Senate — the Witch of Miracles."
"That's why I'm here."
The girl stared at the black tea in her cup without any change in expression.
"Miracles, a synonym for nothingness and unknowable, an existence beyond the imagination of Order. Frankly speaking, I don't want to use this power, because once people expect a miracle to happen, it means that the situation has reached a point of no return — — just like now. "
The girl put down the teacup and looked at the Goddess of Order.
"Your existence itself is a miracle, and all of this was brought about by him."
"Eh? Are you watching him too? "
The Goddess of Order was surprised to hear the girl's answer.
"I've always been watching him. Different thoughts, different actions. If you ask me, if you expect him to be able to revive the Order race, that's impossible."
"But …."
"We're already history that has disappeared into the dust."
The girl raised her head and sighed silently.
"I know what you're thinking, but I don't care about that. To me, this world is changing no matter what. One day, our race will be destroyed. Whether it's because of ourselves, Chaos, or something else, everything will be the same. "
As she spoke, the girl tapped the teacup lightly.
"He is a miracle, or the source of miracles. He miraculously appeared in this world, miraculously saved you, and miraculously obtained the power to fight against Chaos. However, you should know very well that he has taken a completely different path from the one you know. In fact, is this really a miracle? Is it a coincidence? Or is it inevitable? "
"…."
The Goddess of Order didn't speak anymore. She hesitated for a long time before looking at the girl again.
"Lady Berencai, the Order race, is it really …."
"Nothing."
The girl obviously understood what the Goddess of Order wanted to ask. She shook her head slightly and pointed at the infinite darkness outside the window.
"What's there now is only a group of existences struggling at death's door, whose will has been distorted. They can no longer return to their original appearance. All I can do is quietly send them to the final abyss."
The girl reached out her hand to the Goddess of Order.
"So.
I'm here to ask you for that. "
"That?"
The Goddess of Order was taken aback for a moment, then revealed a troubled expression.
"But, I originally planned to wait for him to come back before confirming …."
"What do you want to confirm?"
"…."
Although the girl only asked a question, the Goddess of Order didn't speak again. She remained silent for a moment, then reached out her hand. Soon, a golden key appeared out of thin air and landed in front of Berencai.
"Lady Berencai, I really don't know what the right choice is."
"You can ask him that question."
The girl silently put away the key.
"I believe he will tell you that there is no right choice in this world."
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