Diwu! Diwu!
The police of the Federal Empire were indeed the most efficient police in the world.
In less than ten minutes, two police cars with sirens blaring arrived at Ling Ping'an's place.
A police officer brought two policemen to Ling Ping'an's side.
The police officer was an acquaintance.
Ling Ping'an recognized him at a glance. It was the police officer who had helped him twice.
He immediately walked forward and introduced, "Mr. Police Officer..."
"He's in the sewer over there..."
"Hurry up and get him up..."
"It's such cold weather, what if... right..."
As a gentleman, Ling Ping'an was very empathetic.
The police officer was very reasonable. He nodded and said, "Young master, you should go and rest..."
"Leave the matters here to us..."
He walked to the side of the manhole cover, held a flashlight, and looked at the person in the sewer.
It was the wanted assassin who had sneaked in.
He turned his head and said with a smile, "We might need some professional tools to bring him out!"
That was a colonel level assassin.
Although he looked like he had really gone crazy.
But...
He had to be on guard.
Ling Ping'an nodded and said, "Then I'll have to trouble you, Mr. Police Officer!"
As he said that, he walked back to the bookstore. However, he did not close the door. Instead, he moved a small stool and watched from the door.
This was because he wanted to see the process of the poor foreigner being rescued.
It was also the innate talent of the people of the Empire to watch a show.
The police were indeed professionals.
They immediately summoned a rescue team. Then, they climbed down the sewer and rescued the person.
Unfortunately, the foreigner looked like he had really gone crazy.
He had been struggling and cursing 'demons' all this time.
Ling Ping'an shook his head and sighed, "How pitiful..."
"I wonder how sad his family will be if they find out!"
"Thank you very much!" The police officer walked to Ling Ping'an, who was still at the door, and saluted, "Young Master Ling, this is the third time you've helped us..."
Ling Ping'an smiled, "This is what I should do!"
The other party nodded, "You're right!"
He saluted again solemnly.
Then, he left with the ambulance.
Diwu! Diwu!
The sound of the police car rang out again.
Ling Ping'an also pulled down the shutter door.
He turned off the light and said to his pet, "It's time to sleep!"
Every autumn and winter, he would start to feel sleepy.
Yawning, he went upstairs.
The stairs creaked, giving off a strange and terrifying sound.
The kitten, Bastet, lay on the towel. Her amber cat eyes reflected countless evil eyes that lit up in the darkness.
These Evil Eyes were trembling in fear. They were trembling in fear.
It was as if he was a thief caught red-handed.
Crackle …
Countless electric currents whipped their bodies.
Horrifying wails and struggles echoed in the bookstore.
However, this was merely a punishment.
If there was a next time...
These bastards would probably be erased from this world.
Bastet slowly closed his eyes. He knew that these bastards had asked for it.
In this underground sewer, they used the domain of the nameless fog to secretly eat.
For many things in the universe, their master's excrement and waste water were irresistible temptations.
So, they waited here for the rabbit to come to them.
Wait for those things to be delivered to the door, and then eat.
But this created a security loophole.
It meant that someone could easily enter the master\'s world through the sewer without permission or effort.
Although this was not a big deal.
However, his actions were punishable!
… …
Song Shihui stood in front of the glass window.
He looked at the assassin of the Land of Qin who was tied up and bound with all kinds of magical artifacts.
A high-ranking priest from the Church of Bone.
Speaking of which, this was the first time in a hundred years that the Federal Empire had captured an expert of this level alive from the Church of Bone.
Therefore, Song Shihui was very excited.
He looked at the assassin who had already gone crazy.
"Can you find out the reason why he went crazy?" Song Shihui asked.
A staff member in a white coat shook his head. "I don\'t know..."
"We\'ve already done an MRI and an EEG test..."
"Blood tests, examinations..."
"Everything is normal..."
"That\'s right..."
"He\'s crazy!"
"And..." the staff member said, "His hearing seems to have been deprived for some unknown reason..."
"But his eardrums and auditory nerves are normal!"
Song Shihui listened and nodded.
That person\'s methods were indeed as mysterious as his personality.
This kind of deprivation of other people\'s hearing and turning him into a lunatic was probably something that only he could do so easily.
"General..." Xia Ping reported softly, "We found many fragments from the assassin\'s body and the surrounding sewage..."
"After testing, we deduced that... he might be carrying the\ 'Spear of Longinus\'..."
"That holy spear?" Song Shihui asked.
The Federal Empire had fought against the Church of Bone and the Vatican before.
In the battle of the new Qinling Mountains, those fanatical Knights of the Holy Temple, under the leadership of the Cardinal, had charged towards the Empire\'s position again and again.
Then …
The cultivators of Mount Longhu, the Taoist cultivators of Quanzhen, Maoshan, Kodong, and other sects all came out of the mountains.
In the war, the spear of Longinus had also appeared.
But …
The Cardinal who held it was unfortunate that he met the direct disciple of the Celestial Master who held the\ 'Yangping Capital Seal\' in his hand …
Under the seal, the holy spear was defeated.
The spear became a trophy of war. Later, after the armistice and peace talks, it was returned to the Land of Qin.
They met again today, but they didn\'t expect that the spear had already been shattered into pieces.
Looking at the fragments, Song Shihui asked, "Can it be repaired?"
Xia Ping shook his head. "It\'s impossible to repair..."
"It\'s been completely destroyed!"
"There\'s a terrifying power that erased the spirituality of this spear and shattered the parasitic mark on it..."
"Unless the Lord of the Land of Qin wakes up and reconstructs it..."
"Otherwise, it won\'t be repaired!"
"That Lord?" Song Shihui laughed.
The Blackguard was constantly paying attention to the transcendent being world.
Song Shihui naturally knew that the Lord had not even responded to his prayers. It was as if he had cut off the connection with his believers.
It was as if he had abandoned this planet and no longer cared about it.
There had been guesses in the Blackguard.
That\ 'Lord\' seemed to be a germaphobe.
And the people who believed in him in the Land of Qin did not seem to meet his requirements at all..
Logically speaking, if he woke up, those people in the Land of Qin who still believed in him would be the most afraid.
Above the Land of Qin …
Now, Sodom was everywhere …
And now, there was no Abraham!
Putting this matter aside, Song Shihui said, "Inform the Ministry of Foreign Affairs..."
The corners of his mouth curled up slightly. "Ask the Church of Bone to redeem the person and collect the item!"
Xia Ping raised his head and asked, "General... you..."
Song Shihui smiled and said, "Don\'t worry and do it!"
"Commander-in-chief has approved it!"
To the Federal Empire, the best Land of Qin was the current Land of Qin.
It was a plate of scattered sand, each doing their own thing.
Therefore, the Federal Empire would be careful and pay attention to propriety.
Moreover …
A crazy high-ranking priest, a broken holy spear …
If these two things were sent back …
That King of Angels would have to think about it and weigh it.
This was called a fox exploiting the tiger\'s might!
… …
The efficiency of the Federal Empire was, of course, extremely high.
An hour later, the commissioner of the Empire\'s Ministry of Foreign Affairs sent a diplomatic telegram to the Cardinal of the Church of Bone through a middleman.
The white-haired bishop was silent for a while after reading the telegram.
In the end, he only spat out three words with a trembling voice, "Got it!"
Without thanking, apologizing, or agreeing, he turned around and left with the holy staff.
The old bishop returned to the church, trembling.
He knelt devoutly in front of the holy cross.
"Great Messenger..."
"Poor Andrew, unable to receive the Lord\'s favor..."
Holy light rose, and in the light and shadow, the holy archangel slowly appeared.
His wings gently caressed the old bishop.
"No..."
The holy words of the angel echoed in the old bishop\'s heart.
"Andrew has already made his fated choice …"
"He will bring back the answer!"
The old bishop raised his head.
"The answer the Lord is waiting for!" The angel gradually curled up his wings and fell asleep again.
The old bishop murmured, "The answer the Lord is waiting for?"
"Why is the answer the Lord is waiting for in the East?"
In the next second, the old bishop began to repent devoutly.
He shouldn\'t have questioned the omniscient and omnipotent Father and Lord.
… …
When he woke up, it was already ten o\ 'clock.
Ling Ping\ 'an picked up his phone and looked at it. He immediately began to put on his clothes in a hurry.
"Winter is indeed here..." he muttered, "Winter fatigue is acting up..."
Every winter, he would sleep too much...
Moreover, as winter continued, the temperature would drop.
He would sleep more and more.
Just like a bear.
The colder the weather, the more time he would be sleepy.
For example, in December last year, he slept half of the time every day, dozed off the other half, and played games for the rest of the time.
This year, it seemed that the winter fatigue was brought forward.
He put on his clothes and washed up briefly. Just as he was about to walk down the stairs, he received a message on his phone.
He picked it up and took a look, "It\'s from Thousand Night Sauce?"
He swiped open the screen and looked at it. He smiled and then replied, "Thousand Night Sauce, I\'m ready!"
The young girl from Fusang sent him another invitation to taste the food.
Naturally, he would not refuse!
"Thousand Night Sauce, you really have good taste!" He nodded and walked down the stairs in his slippers.
"With the guidance of a gourmet like me... I think her path as a chef will be smooth sailing!"
At this point, the young gourmet was proud of himself.
Meow!
His pet greeted him at the staircase as usual.
Ling Ping\ 'an smiled and went forward. He squatted down and picked up the little guy, "Little darling, Thousand Night Sauce is coming to deliver delicious food again today..."
"Let\'s try it together!"
Meow!
The kitten meowed softly as if it was also looking forward to it!
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