Silver Blade and Rose

"Long time no see, do you want to escape from prison?"

Zals was taken aback by him, and quickly turned his head to look, only to find that the prison guard standing at the door didn't respond, as if he hadn't heard anything, so he calmed down and continued to listen to what Edwin had to say.

"I need to borrow something from you. As long as you are willing to hand it over, you can get a chance to escape from prison."

It was an attractive offer, but Sisting Fenn didn't seem to buy it.He stared at Edwin through the glass for a while, then suddenly stretched out his hand and slapped it on the glass with a "bang".

He was very strong and made a lot of noise. Even the prison guard looked up and raised the electric baton in his hand in a warning manner.After being severely warned, Xuesting Fenn reluctantly threw herself into the armchair, and said with a sneer, "It's really strange that these bastards didn't jump up and catch you, and tie you to the electric chair for a while. "

"He couldn't hear what I was saying," Edwin stared at him without changing his expression, "or rather, he thought I was talking about something else."

Of course, it is not ordinary people who can do this kind of thing. Xuesting raised his brows clearly: "So it's the master of the Exorcist Association? Why, let me blame my conscience? Or, have you finally caught the real one?" murderer?"

Knowing that the prison guards couldn’t hear him, he boldly began to say these words. Zars discovered this and knew in his heart that this person had probably been keeping secrets for the Exorcist Association, and did not let ordinary people know the truth about the serial murders— ——If he was really pushed out as an abandoned child to take the blame, then this is too noble.

"I'm not affiliated with the Exorcist Association. To be precise, I'm a cooperative relationship with them." Edwin didn't intend to take responsibility for the Exorcist Association, so he immediately distanced himself from them, and even threw out even more lure. "If you are willing to cooperate with me, I promise you will not be controlled by the Exorcist Association in the future, how about it?"

"It's not good." He was young and handsome, and looked like a well-trained liar. Even after he said such a beautiful thing, Xuesting still didn't believe him, "How do I know if what you said is true or not?"

Having been refuted like this all the time, Edwin was somewhat displeased—there were no innocent people or old and weak women and children in front of him, and his gentleness and friendliness were really limited—just about to say “I don’t have to prove it”, Zal Si has already taken the first step and asked the other party: "Do you know what he wants to borrow?"

Xuesting froze for a moment, with suspicious hesitation on his face.

There is no need for him to answer, Zals already knew the answer, and continued to ask: "Is it on you now?"

Xuesting even raised his eyebrows: "I never promised to lend you anything."

"Okay, so you take that thing with you." Zales ignored his weak lie, and concluded his own problem, "Then that is to say, if you want, you can accept our invitation at any time and leave This prison."

"..." Xuesting said bravely, "So what? Don't try to grab it, it won't work."

"We have always pursued a gentle style," Zals echoed, and then changed the topic, "except when it is difficult to communicate with the target."

Edwin tapped the table with his knuckles cooperatively, and two seconds later, the bulletproof glass that separated them on both sides disappeared without a sound.

It didn't shatter, it didn't melt or anything, it just disappeared out of thin air.

Xuesting originally relied on the fact that he was in the meeting room with prison guards guarding him, and they couldn't do anything to him through the glass. Now that the glass was gone, the prison guards seemed to be living in another world. I don't know anything about what happened in the circle, and I'm still sitting there in a daze...

He finally started to believe a little bit.

"Who the hell are you?" he asked.

"Edwin Owen," Edwin introduced himself very succinctly, and then glanced at Zals next to him, "This is my assistant."

"...Owen."

Xuesting hesitantly repeated his last name.

This surname is too bad in the city of York, and usually no one likes to report it out, but this young man who is not simple at first glance said this surname...

"Are you the owner of 'No. 179'?"

Although he spent more than two years in prison, before he was imprisoned, the Exorcist Association was already discussing with a big shot to establish a stronghold in York City.His position is not to the level where he can hear the name of the big man, but because he is friendly with a well-informed guy, he still heard the surname "Owen" from the other party.

At that time, he thought that Owen could have something good, but now he saw that person with his own eyes...

Owen was really just a fake surname.thought Chestine Fern.

Without the barrier of glass, the young man sitting opposite looked more and more eye-catching.He only wore a simple black shirt, but the fit was unbelievable. At first glance, he was not an ordinary product that could be bought in a department store; his platinum-blond hair was a bit long, and was tucked behind his ears docilely, revealing his smooth forehead and delicate The five senses come.He sat on the crude old chair in the meeting room, but he was as comfortable as sitting on a throne, and there was a little undetectable disdain in the smile on the corner of his mouth.

The other party looked down on him, but if it was indeed that person, it would be normal to look down on him.

"Okay, you win." Xuesting glanced at the prison guard who didn't notice, and urged, "Take me out, and I will lend you 'that thing'."

He surrendered.

Choose to believe that the person of unknown origin in front of you is the owner of 179 Rockhill Street, and give your life to him.

Perhaps it was because of being locked up for too long that he lost his reason and ability to judge, Xuesting Fern agreed much faster than Zalls imagined, and even seemed a little impatient.He glanced at Edwin, saw that the other party did not intend to speak, and was about to ask why, but Edwin suddenly spoke first.

"Excuse me," he raised a hand, and the glass that disappeared just now suddenly appeared between them and Xuesting, "Since you agreed, let's talk about other conditions now."

Half an hour later, they left the prison with the serial murderer. The accompanying prison guards and the security guards at the door didn't notice it, because there was another "Xuesting Fenn" sitting in his single cell in the surveillance, Nothing looks out of the ordinary.

As for Xuesting Fern himself, he followed them into the car without anyone noticing, and he was like a piece of air to anyone.From the interview room to the gate of the prison, no one noticed that he came out with the visitors, and even the automatic sensor door did not call the police.

"Really okay?"

Until he was sitting in the back seat of the car, he still felt that it was easy to see through, so he asked Zals in the driver's seat worriedly.

After he got out of prison, his life and death were all in Edwin's hands. At this moment, he was subtly afraid to talk to him, so he had to settle for the next best thing, and started talking to Zals, who seemed much easier to get along with.

To be honest, in his opinion, Edwin's assistant was mediocre, and he didn't have any outstanding talents at first glance. He was a little curious why Edwin would choose such a person who had no obvious advantages other than being handsome. Be his own partner, but of course he can't ask this kind of question, he can only sit in the back and observe the relationship between the two without any trace.

Zals was instinctively uneasy about him, especially since Edwin reminded him not to get too close to the other party, so he deliberately appeared ignorant even when answering such a meaningless question: "I believe Edwin will not Something went wrong."

This answer was equivalent to no answer, and Xuesting continued to ask without giving up: "When we met just now, Mr. Owen told me it's been a long time, but I'm sure I haven't seen him—"

"Your face has been in all local newspapers, magazines and TV news in York City. I think it was probably at that time." Zales said calmly.

He was like a tight-lipped brat, Xuesting had nothing to do, he leaned back on the seat in frustration, and said helplessly: "You know that I have a 'hunter's cloak' on me, it can't be seen from the files of the Exorcist Association Bar?"

It was the first time Zals had heard of this term, and he subconsciously glanced at Edwin, and sure enough, the man who had started to close his eyes to rest after getting in the car opened his eyes silently.

"Of course it's not written in the file, because you didn't get that thing through formal means." He raised his eyes to look in the rearview mirror, where Xuesting had already turned pale, "It was your old friend who sold me a favor, It just so happened that I needed such a thing, so he sold you to me directly. Besides, the sound of long time no see was also for him."

Now that the conversation has reached this point, there is no need for him to say who that person is, Xuesting has already gritted his teeth, wishing to chew up that name and spit it out.

"Grant—"

Zals didn't know that there was such a relationship. After thinking about it, he decided to be a quiet driver and drive the car home safely first.

He started the car, set the navigation destination to 179 Rock Hill Street, and heard Xuesting whispering curses at Grant in the back seat, with a lot of dirty words in his words.The scolding was not small, but Edwin was sitting in the passenger seat and had closed his eyes again, as if he didn't hear anything, and isolated himself from the space——

Xuesting seemed to think that Grant's act of betraying himself was particularly shameful. Ordinary swear words were no longer enough to vent his anger. He was about to scold something even worse, but suddenly found that he couldn't open his mouth, and could only make a vague "uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu" Small, like a cock whose throat has been pinched, it can no longer crow.He squeezed his neck and said "Mhmm" a few times, knowing that there was no way to untie it, he finally calmed down and became a well-behaved and silent prisoner.

It turned out that Edwin was not deaf.Zals thought as he drove the car.

Xuesting couldn't speak, and the car became completely silent.Zals didn't have the habit of chatting while driving. Edwin slept with his eyes closed, and Xuesting, who had been silenced, sat in the back for a while, feeling nothing interesting, and fell asleep quietly leaning against the back of the chair.

After nearly four hours of driving, they drove from dawn to mid-sun before finally returning to 179 Rock Hill Street.Parked the car at the gate of the yard, Zals wanted Edwin to get out of the car as usual, but Cerberus, who was resting on his stomach in the dog house, ran out first barking, leaned on the car window and poked his head in. In the car, I want Zales to touch its head.

Zals licked it twice and was about to tell Edwin to get out of the car, but Xuesting in the back seat woke up slowly at this moment, and was startled by the huge head stuffed in from the car window when he opened his eyes.

Cerberus had spotted him a long time ago, probably because he didn't think it was a threat, so he kept acting coquettishly with Zars and ignored him. At this moment, Xuestin yelled, and it raised its head again and bared in his direction. He bared his teeth, and let out a low growl in his throat, as a threat.

"Damn it," Xuesting couldn't help swearing again, and sighed with half-shock and half-fear, "So you guys still have hell dogs."