Crewe and the rest were part of a gang, so they had their ways in the local area.
Although they were at the bottom of the hierarchy, they were not to be trifled with in the eyes of the commoners. Even some of the police officers would be polite to them.
But now, they were obedient to an eight-year-old Caucasian girl.
Ever since they agreed to escort Euler home, Euler's emotions were much more stable, and nothing unusual happened again.
This made them dare to ask about the black thread. This thing would definitely not have a good ending. They were willing to do anything for Euler, as long as she could remove this curse for them.
In response, Mo Qiong said, "Let some blood out."
"Let some blood out?"
Crewe and the rest looked at each other, thinking that this must be some mysterious method.
At this moment, black lines were attacking his heart, and he was only a step away from his heart. The white hair on his head had increased by a lot, and the strange patterns in the depths of his skin had increased as well. His lips were deathly pale, and he felt extremely weak.
So they immediately took a knife, cut their wrists, and let some blood out.
From the wound, black blood flowed out. The viscous black blood was like oil.
"Oh my god … Our blood …"
They let the black blood splatter on the ground, forming five blood stains on the ground.
Although it was horrifying, they soon realized that the black thread that was about to corrode their hearts began to fade, and it retreated all the way to their arms.
"It's working!" They endured the pain and weakness, and continued to bleed. The wound coagulated, and they gritted their teeth to cut it again.
But even when they felt dizzy, the black thread did not completely disappear. It was still fading at an extremely slow speed on their arms.
It seemed that this method of bleeding only treated the symptoms and not the root cause. No matter how much blood they bled, it could only reach this extent.
They sighed and quickly stopped the bleeding and bandaged it.
At this point, there were five pools of black blood on the ground.
"Euler … We're willing to take you home, but … But we're too far away from Ireland, and we can't send you on the plane …" Crewe said.
They did not know that Euler's mission was over as long as she left Kenya. They thought that she must take a plane back to Ireland.
However, it was impossible for them to enter the realm! So they could not get a plane ticket to Ireland.
What's more, Euler didn't even have any proof of identity. Euler was abducted, so how could she have any proof?
As far as they knew, Callum had brought Euler's photo to ask one of the bosses of the mob to help him deal with the identity problem. He wanted to make a fake identity for Euler to be his daughter.
Right now, they didn't know if the fake identity was done properly. Even if it was done properly, it would still be with Boss. After all, Callum died so quickly and didn't have time to retrieve it.
When Mo Qiong heard that, he said, "Drive away! I came here by car and boat. "
This was true. In the setting, Callum naturally did not bring Euler, who had no identity, by plane. Instead, he took someone else's boat to Africa. After that, he wandered around many countries before coming to Kenya.
However, that was because Callum had a wide network. He was familiar with the local tyrants of many countries.
However, these rotten fish and prawns could only flaunt their prowess locally. Once they were out of Nairobi, they wouldn't be able to do much, let alone overseas.
As expected, Crewe and the rest said bitterly, "We can't get a boat to Ireland …"
"As long as we can leave …" Mo Qiong was just about to say that they could leave Kenya when he was suddenly interrupted by Waveshift.
Waveshift secretly reminded him, "You can't, Mo Qiong."
Mo Qiong knew what Waveshift meant. If their goal was to leave Kenya, then it would be overkill.
Her goal had to be to return to Ireland. This would not change even if she became evil. As for leaving Kenya, that was the judgment of the instructors. As long as she left the country's borders, the mission would be considered over.
It had nothing to do with what Euler wanted to do. Hence, Euler couldn't say things like leaving Kenya for a neighboring country first. Crewe and the rest couldn't even get a plane or boat locally, let alone a neighboring country.
"I want to go home!" Mo Qiong's mood sank again.
Crewe and the rest panicked. They looked at each other. There was really nothing they could do, unless they dragged their boss down with them.
"There's a way! There's a way! Euler, our boss is still very powerful. If he helps you go home … perhaps he can help you get a boat, "Crewe said.
Mo Qiong looked up at him. The meaning behind his words was clear. Crewe wanted their boss to join them!
"The boss of the mob … is just one of them. As far as I know, there are a few bosses." Mo Qiong thought to himself. Her identity was still very troublesome. She didn't have a proper identity at all. She was an illegal resident.
Whether it was to get a fake identity or to subdue their boss, Mo Qiong had to make contact with that guy now.
"There are more and more people involved. I don't have much time …"
Mo Qiong killed Callum. It was impossible for her to go through the proper channels. Although she wouldn't be criminally responsible, it was impossible for the police to immediately send her back to the country. It would take a long time just to verify her identity and clarify the case. It was possible that she would have to settle down temporarily for two months.
With Lan Baishe's character, he would definitely clear things up when he encountered such a case. Even if he didn't get the black blood and didn't chop off the head, it would still be the same. It was very unreasonable for an eight-year-old girl to kill an adult fox.
When the time came, she would be temporarily settled by the police. It was equivalent to being guarded. She wouldn't be able to move freely and would be very passive.
Therefore, Mo Qiong was more willing to take the path of the mob and leave Kenya with the help of the local gang. This would undoubtedly give her more freedom and initiative.
In addition, Wabo also told her that it didn't matter if these gang members who carried the blood debt knew too much. They could be directly sent to a mental hospital or serve their sentence in a specific prison. If it was a death sentence, it would be even more convenient. She could just sign an S13 agreement.
…
The boss of the mob in charge of intelligence and human resources was called Agena.
When Callum was alive, he mainly interacted with him. Crewe and the others were also his subordinates. No, more accurately, they were the subordinates of his subordinates.
After Agena became the boss, he had already gotten rid of the stage of living in the slums. He lived in the local mansions and even played with art.
From oil paintings to sculptures, to ivory ornaments and even Chinese porcelain, the mansions were filled with these regardless of whether they knew how to appreciate them or not.
Those who didn't know would think that he was a celebrity in the upper class of Kenya who did proper business.
But it was true. He often interacted with businessmen and politicians. Many of them were helped up by the votes of the mob. Even Agena himself had the identity of a local elected member of parliament.
"Boss …"
"Don't call me boss! You should call me Mr. Senator. "Agena had a cigar in his mouth. With his back to his subordinate, he was admiring the oil paintings in the room.
"Uh … sir, Crewe is here for you," said the subordinate.
"Oh? Mr. Crewe from the Senate? Let him in. "Agena turned around.
"Uh … no, it's that Crewe who hangs out with me …" The subordinate blushed with shame.
Agena raised his eyebrows and blew out a mouthful of smoke. "Oh, that Crewe from the slums. I remember that he was in charge of contacting Callum. Right, Callum asked me to get the identity of a white girl last time. I just got it and haven't sent it yet. Well, he should be here to get it. Let Crewe in. "
He gave the order, and soon Crewe entered the room.
Without raising his head, Agena said, "The things are ready. You can take them to Callum."
Crewe took Euler's various IDs but didn't leave.
Agena raised his head curiously. He knew Crewe and was shocked to see him like this. "What's wrong with you? I haven't seen you for a few days and you've aged so much? Are the brothers living such a hard life? "
Another subordinate in the room, Crewe's big brother, was also surprised to see the white hair on Crewe's head. "Crewe, what's wrong with you?"
Crewe said with a bitter expression, "Boss, big brother, I've been cursed."
"Cursed? What the f * ck are you talking about? Don't believe those witches in the slums, "Agena said unhappily.
"It's true … Callum is dead," said Crewe.
"What!" Agena jumped up. Then, his pretentious elegance disappeared and he said with a murderous look, "Who did it?"
Callum had been on good terms with them, and this person had a lot of connections in various places and neighboring countries. Their gang had worked with him for many years and had a good relationship.
Who would have thought that he would be killed?
Crewe said with lingering fear, "Kara."
"Kara? Who the f * ck is Kara? "Agena said angrily.
"An evil spirit from the North! Born from endless loneliness and hatred, he's a friend who protects Euler … "Crewe said mysteriously.
Agena: "…"
Big brother: "…"
The two looked at each other, and Agena said, "Crewe, I'll give you a vacation. Go to the city and find some women to relax with."
"I'm serious, boss. We have to help Euler go back. Otherwise, if she gets angry, my brothers and I will be dead!" Crewe immediately showed them the black lines on his arm.
The two saw the black lines but didn't think much of it. After all, without Mo Qiong's foreshadowing, the black lines looked scary, but that was it.
"You don't look well. Your eyes are bloodshot, and the black lines … You should go to the hospital," Agena said.
Crewe said anxiously, "Boss, please, come with me to see Euler. I promised to take her home. If I can't do it, Kara will kill me!"
"Enough! What Euler or Kara! Get out! "Agena said impatiently.
Crewe's face changed and then became gloomy. His life was at stake, but his boss didn't help him. Then, he couldn't blame him for dragging his boss down.
Fortunately, he didn't bring Euler. Otherwise, if Kara got angry, this place would become hell!
"I'm sorry, boss. In order to make you believe me, I have to show you Kara's power!" Crewe said seriously.
"Hmm?" Agena frowned.
Crewe took out his mobile phone and connected with his friends. His serious face suddenly became flattering. "Lovely Euler … Hehe, it's me …"
Then, he took a picture of Agena and his big brother, and said, "I'm trying to persuade our boss to help you go home, but he doesn't believe me … You see … Can you …"
Mo Qiong said in front of the camera, "Kara, what should we do?"
Then, Agena and the others saw the eight-year-old girl suddenly turn into a witch and laugh. "Anyone who bullies Euler will die!"
Agena was scared and stepped back, but he still had the courage to shout angrily, "What's going on? Crewe, what's going on? "
"She's Kara. If you still don't believe me, I can only invite her here …" Crewe said seriously.
"What?"
Crewe cautiously took out a candle and put it on the table. The candle looked ordinary, but there were strange black lines on it.
Crewe lit it with a lighter with trembling hands, and a flame lit up on the candle.
Agena was confused. What did this mean?
Crewe said respectfully to the camera, "Kara … Please come down from the black fire …"
"???" Agena and the other black guy were confused.
Unexpectedly, as soon as Crewe finished speaking, the witch turned back into the sweet blonde Euler.
Then, the small flame on the candle suddenly turned black!
The dancing black flame was as deep as an abyss, and it seemed to suck in people's sight.
What was more strange was that the black flame could still cast shadows on the things on the table. It was extremely creepy!
Agena was terrified. He stared at the black fire and stepped back with his back against the wall. He felt a chill running up his spine.
"What … is this?" Agena's mouth and tongue were numb.
However, when Crewe saw that Agena had never seen the world, a trace of sarcasm flashed across his eyes. Obviously, Agena's worldview had been reshaped, and he had a sense of superiority as if they didn't know anything.
Crewe stared at the black fire with a bit of fanaticism and said, "Black fire, the black fire ignited with life. Right now, what's burning … is Callum's unfinished life."
"What!"
Agena was extremely shocked. Suddenly, he saw the black lines on the candle spread to the table, and soon covered the floor. They even began to climb the walls.
Many works of art in the room were dyed with black lines, and an oil painting that he had been admiring suddenly moved.
No, it wasn't the oil painting that moved, but the woman in the oil painting began to turn her head.
The woman in the painting gradually turned her face from the front to the side, and her eyes turned strangely to stare at him!
The corner of her mouth, which was originally calm, curled up, and the whole face became more and more vivid until it revealed a strange smile.
The smile became more and more twisted and exaggerated until the lines of the whole painting became restless. The oil paints of all colors twisted and turned into an indescribably horrifying scene of disintegration.
Agena and Crewe clung to the wall, their hands and feet cold, and their faces full of horror.
As for Crewe, as one of the instigators, there was actually a trace of excitement in addition to trembling!
At this moment, he also revealed a disintegrating expression and said excitedly, "Kara!"
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