Lost Seal

With a flick of her finger, Osia flipped the pocket watch back in front of the old man.

He stood up with the cat in his arms: "Since the target has been determined, I wish you all can solve the case as soon as possible."

"Please wait a moment." The old man raised his head.

Osiah stopped.

He turned his back to the only window in the room, the light shone from the top of his head and the side of his ears, his face was blurred.

The old man's heart beat twice quickly, and his body felt a chill.He reached into the pocket of his suit, touched the cross, calmed down a little, and said after deliberation: "I've heard the legend about you and Ansbilis McKarvey."

Oscia sighed, "I'm still alive, but I've become a legend."

"No, I mean..." The old man was about to explain when he was shocked by the scene in front of him——

Oscia took out a palm-sized mirror, stared at his own face, and said with emotion: "Accidentally, I have reached the height of being looked up to."

elder:"……"

The black cat covered its eyes with its paws.

Ossia glared at the old man who hadn't recovered: "You don't need to restrain your admiration for me in your heart, you have never been alone."

The old man lowered his head and coughed for a while, then said slowly, "Since our goals are the same, why don't we cooperate?"

Oscia propped one hand on the table, leaned forward, smiled at the old man, showing his fangs: "Obviously because I am a noble blood, and you are a stubborn believer."

The old man said: "You have been noble for so many years and you continue to be noble. Isn't it a kind of stubbornness?"

Ossia laughed and said, "How eloquent! I now believe that you are the young and strong school in the church. When teaching other people to discuss which cemetery has good Feng Shui, you must be thinking about the decoration style of the cemetery. I think the Mediterranean style is good... …Oh, I’m not mocking your hair, although it’s thick enough to be fake. I mean, you can make a round tombstone, so that when grave robbers rob the grave, they won’t be caught by the corners of the tombstone Scratched."

The old man looked at his nonsense indifferently, and stood up on crutches after a while: "It seems that the news is wrong. The relationship between you and Ansbilis is not as incompatible as in the legend. Or, those of us I think the baseless absurd speculation is the truth. You and him are not sworn enemies, but life and death...friends." He shuffled, walked to the door, leaned sideways, slightly He bowed his waist, "Forgive me for visiting rashly today."

Not long after the old man left, a policeman walked in.This is a fresh face, about forty years old, tall, with a pointed head, as if a slight jump would pierce the roof.He pulled out his chair and sat down, his movements a little rude.

Oscia sat across from him with the black cat in his arms, with a relaxed expression as if basking in the sun on the beach.

"Snapped."

The policeman threw the folder in front of Osia and opened it, and there were a bunch of photos inside. "In the winter of two years ago, there was a collapse in the small town of Fitzner, Switzerland. You happened to be in that collapsed house."

Osia said, "It's unfortunate."

The police picked out six photos and lined them up in front of him: "This is a photo taken by a photographer who lives nearby with a mobile phone. You crawled out of the collapsed house with your bare hands and were unharmed .What do you think for this?"

Ossia glanced at the photo, shrugged and said, "Life is great, full of vitality."

The police took out two other photos and put them in front of him: "This is the bombing that happened outside the Palace of Westminster today. There happened to be a few tourists taking pictures nearby and recorded the explosion from various angles. This is a screenshot of the video, this one is you standing outside the Palace of Westminster talking to Bishop Benson holding a rose, this one is you opening the door of the car to get in the car. The two photos show a distance of nearly 30 meters, but only one second apart. What do you think about that?"

Osia said: "The wind is strong, so I didn't stand still."

The policeman tapped lightly on the table twice: "It seems that there is an idiot among us, who do you think is that person?"

Ossia said: "Which one can I choose to go home?"

The police put away the photo: "If you have nothing else to say, I will hand over this matter to the Holy See."

Oscia said, "What do you want me to say?"

"The murderer." The policeman said, "I believe that with your eyesight, it is impossible to find nothing. If you are not an accomplice."

Ossia said: "I'll tell you who the murderer is, so let me go?"

The police were noncommittal.

Ossia said: "How many barrels of holy water are prepared outside? Or a pistol filled with silver bullets... ten?"

The policeman packed up his things and stood up: "Bishop Benson is very popular in the Holy See and very influential in the UK."

Full of intimidating hints.

"Wait." Osia tapped his fingers on the table twice, and pondered for a while, "Please bring back that young Mr. Mediterranean." After a pause, he further explained, "The one from the Central Holy See bit."

Leaning on crutches, the old man hesitated at the door for a while before walking in and closing the door: "I didn't expect to meet again so soon."

Osia said: "Oh! Seeing your sincere crow's feet, I almost believed it. You must have thought of it when you went out."

The old man said: "The loss of Bishop Benson is a great loss for the church, especially for the companions who get along day and night. If the murderer cannot be found, the grief will not be relieved."

The black cat suddenly scratched Osia's thigh lightly.

Osia lowered his head and kissed its forehead, and said in an extremely doting tone: "Hungry? Alright. Let's get rid of him as soon as possible, and then go eat some fresh food." He looked up again, with a stern look on his face, "Stop Tell me. My situation, your purpose."

The old man rubbed his thighs and said, "The recent frequent murders of blood races have seriously disturbed the order of the human world. We hope to resolve the matter as soon as possible. Regardless of whether Bishop Benson's misfortune is related to this, you have already been involved. Among them. Therefore, the only way for you right now is to join forces with us. I can represent the Central Holy See to deal with you and ensure that the British side remains calm and silent. And you should investigate the truth of the matter as soon as possible and solve it on behalf of the blood race .”

Osia said: "If I refuse, the Central Holy See will stop interfering and let the group of British guys outside tear me apart. But, have you forgotten a premise, whether they can tear me apart."

The old man said: "Don't forget the Ceasefire Agreement. They don't need to take action, they just need to insist that you killed Bishop Benson."

"You found a pocket watch with the McAvey logo at the crime scene."

"I am also a human being. At critical moments, I will stay on the same front with them. Unless," the old man said, "we have an alliance agreement first."

Oscia said: "So, you have made up your mind to force her into prostitution."

"...To be honest," said the old man, "this kind of description may not make you happy, besides making me unhappy?"

Ossia: "..."

The old man said: "If you agree, the Holy See will assist you. Don't you want to know the culprit who killed your compatriots?"

Osia said, "Not at all."

elder:"……"

Ossia looked down at the cat.

The cat raised its head and flicked its tail.

Osia gently scratched its chin with his hand, and finally a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth: "Okay. I promise you. But I don't have any clue now..."

"I've prepared a plan for you."

"...Is that so?" Oscia accepted the proposal with disinterest.

The old man said: "In order to save their lives, the blood races in Europe have begun to migrate to Brittany, France. Among them are murder survivors, and they may be mixed with the murderer's eyeliner, and even attract the murderer himself."

O'Sea said, "You want me to go to Brittania?"

The old man nodded and said, "If possible, approach Wang Xiaoming."

O'Sea said: "No problem, if you can lure away the 'bodyguard' who is always around him."

The old man said: "You are too polite, you are the fourth generation."

Ossia said: "It is precisely because I have self-knowledge that I am the fourth generation, otherwise I would have died a long time ago."

The old man said: "Well, I will not interfere with your actions, but please get the result as soon as possible."

Osia stood up, picked up the cat, and gently rubbed the fur on top of its head with her mouth: "Feed you first."

"By the way," although the other party might not care at all, the old man introduced himself, "I'm Tarek Thompson, from the Holy Guardian Legion."

At the insistence of the old man, Osia took the plan and got into the car.

Messing asked with concern: "Is it troublesome?"

Osia said, "A little bit."

"Is there anything I can do?"

"Of course, please find a restaurant nearby. It's hungry."

"...Okay." Mession looked at his employer's expression from the rearview mirror while starting the car.

Ossia said, "How is my complexion today?"

"Huh? Oh, good."

"So good that you can't help but peek at me?"

"I'm just a little concerned about, well, what happened to you in the police station."

"Nothing happened. We went to Brittania as planned." He paused, then added, "Vacation."

"Really? That's great."

Oscia smiled, opened the car window sideways, and threw the plan out of the window.

A cloud of black mist rushed out of the car, instantly turned into the shape of a bat, opened its bloody mouth, swallowed the plan in one gulp, and then dissipated in the air.