Chapter 66 The History You Have Seen And Existed (1)

“On July 25, 1892, the Poole family in Soho, London was murdered. Only the five-year-old daughter of the family survived. The local police judged that it was a burglary and found the murderer. The murderer was a drug addict and was taken to the police. He was already delirious when he was in the police station, and he couldn’t even speak properly. Half a year later, he was sentenced to hang.”

“On December 4, 1891, the Woolley family in Kent was murdered, and only the family’s three-year-old son survived. The police judged that robbers broke into the house and robbed them for property and murder. The murderer could not be found.”

“On March 16, 1890, when the Browning family in Lancaster was traveling, their carriage fell off a cliff. The Browning couple and their eldest daughter died. Only the second daughter who stayed at home because of a cold survived. The police judged that it was Accident.”

“On September 4, 1889, the Sinclair family in Surrey was caught in a fire. The Sinclair couple died, and only their seven-year-old son survived. The police judged that the fire was caused by inadvertent use of fire.”

…

After Duan Feizhu took out the list and uttered his terrifying conjecture, the Abnormal Case Investigation Section fell into a strange silence.

“Do you doubt that Secretary Carter, or the Committee for the Advancement of Science, searched the families of mystics across the country, wiped them out, left only underage children alive, and then raised them up?”

Ms. Q asked after listening to his narration.

Duan Feizhuo nodded: “Otherwise, why did the workhouse gather so many children of mystic families by such a coincidence? Plus Carter’s attitude towards Simon – Simon admired Carter very much, but Carter even frowned when he heard that he sacrificed. Without wrinkling—I have reason to suspect that the Committee for the Advancement of Science was behind these tragedies.”

He knew that his reasoning lacked the necessary evidence and could not be completely tenable, but the policemen had already begun to secretly investigate the Science Progress Committee. As soon as he finished speaking, Z winked at Miss Acheson.

Ms. Wang, the introvert of the policeman, got up and went to the filing cabinet to take out a thick file, and spread it out in front of Duan Feizhuo.

“This is?” Duan Feizhuo asked, staring at the densely packed numbers in the file.

“The flow of charitable donation funds of the Science Progress Committee in the past ten years.” Z explained, “This organization has sponsored many charitable causes. We always feel that charity is just a cover, and they must be planning something behind it. I once suspected that they were laundering money or It’s smuggling, and I never thought of the level of orphans in workhouses.”

Z turns the file to one of the pages. Duan Feizhuo saw that there was a piece of paper sandwiched between this page, on which was written “Scholarship List” in scrawled handwriting, which was crumpled and looked like it was picked up from a trash can.

“It is indeed picked up from the trash can.” Z guessed his question, and said lightly, “We spent a lot of time collecting these materials, and even turned over the trash cans of the members of the Science Progress Committee.”

Xenophon puffed out his chest proudly. He turned into a crow to do a lot of the work of digging through the trash cans.

“I think, if we compare the list of scholarships with the list of mystic orphans in your hand, we will definitely get amazing results.”

Z is absolutely right. The list of orphans and the list of scholarships are exactly the same. Duan Feizhuo even found Simon’s name in it.

Z immediately ordered the night police to obtain the case information of these orphans. Access to criminal case files across the country is relatively easy, and can be done with the authority of Scotland Yard. However, many cases of orphans were identified as accidents by the police, and it took several days for the police to sort out all the cases on the list from the vast files.

The results shocked them.

“It’s unbelievable that the victims of so many cases are mystics.” Ms. Q browsed the files in her hand with a serious expression, “Why did the Science Progress Committee do this?”

“To get those children.” Duan Feizhuo said weakly, “You don’t know how much those children admire Carter and the Science Progress Committee. In their eyes, being selected by the committee is the most honorable thing in the world. Now The committee has a staunch reserve of mystics. They will look for them when they need them. I guess that’s how Simon was chosen. Because the committee needed to tame the Leviathan, they found someone who could communicate with animals. Simon.”

Mr. R thumped the table: “If we can find the evidence of the Committee for the Advancement of Science’s murder, we can bring down those guys!”

“But we still can’t produce conclusive evidence.” Z said, “At present, we only have these files in our hands, and the rest are all reasoning and guesswork. I am afraid that Carter and the others cannot be sanctioned by reasoning and guessing alone.”

“What’s more, everything may be just a coincidence.” Ms. Q’s tone was a little pessimistic. “First of all, we must rule out the possibility of coincidence.”

This is not difficult.

“The case in London is the case of the Poole family,” he said. “I want to go to the crime scene.”

“That happened a year ago.” Z looked at the date on the file and said, “I’m afraid there is nothing left at the scene.”

“I know. But I can see.”

“…See?” Z repeated the word.

Duan Feizhuo nodded: “I can see the memories left on the objects. If the house at the scene of the crime is still there, I might be able to see what happened at that time.”

Mr. R exclaimed: “Why didn’t you mention such a practical ability earlier! God, then don’t we even need to investigate in the future, just send this kid…I mean Sir, to the scene to have a look. ?”

Z gave Duan Feizhuo a reproachful look, as if to say, “Why didn’t I know you had this ability, and you hid it from me again”. The latter suddenly felt a chill down his spine. He will probably be severely “punished” again tonight.

He turned his face away, pretending not to notice Z’s gaze, and asked, “What’s the exact address of the Poole family? I’ll hurry there.”

Xenophon stood up: “I’ll go with you. I also have something I want to investigate.”

Duan Feizhuo had never seen him look so serious. To be honest, I’m not used to it. Xenophon’s hippie smiling face is like some kind of everyday life, even if the sky falls, he can still maintain a calm and calm attitude. If one day he suddenly loses composure, it feels like the end of the world is coming.

Duan Feizhuo recalled that Xenophon’s family died in a vendetta among the mystics. He had personally seen that tragic scene in Xenophon’s dream. Xenophon is the only survivor of that tragedy.

But is that really a “family vendetta”?

If there is a group of people in the world who focus on the family of mystics, wouldn’t it be normal to also focus on Xenophon’s family? Was that “family vendetta” a means of deceiving others? If Xenophon hadn’t been rescued by the night police who arrived in time, would his life have been sent to the workhouse like Simon’s, and then became a tool of the committee?

Duan Feizhuo looked at Z. He is the leader of the night guards, and whoever goes out with whom on a mission must obtain his approval.

Z’s eyes lingered on Xenophon for a while. For a moment, he felt that Xenophon had turned back into the boy he rescued from the shattered greenhouse.

“Very well,” he said, “you go and investigate where Poole’s house used to be. We’ll look for other clues.”

Without further ado, Duan Feizhuo and Xenophon set off immediately and headed straight for Soho.

The Poole family rented a townhouse on Strand Street in Soho. Since the couple died tragically at home last year, the house has become a haunted house that people avoid, and it has not been rented out yet.

Duan Feizhuo stood in front of Poole’s house, looking at the small garden that was overgrown with weeds and the gate covered with cobwebs. Xenophon stood beside him silently. Duan Feizhuo was not used to this guy not saying a word along the way.

“Did you see anything?” Xenophon asked in a low voice.

Duan Feizhuo stared at the door of Poole’s house.

All kinds of phantoms appeared in front of his eyes: passers-by passing by the door, tenants who came to inquire about the rented house, adventurous young people who visited the “haunted house” with a curiosity-seeking mentality, and couldn’t find news materials, so they had to re-report the old news. The reporter on the side…

It has been too long since the murder case, one year is enough time for this door to accumulate countless memories. He really couldn’t see anything.

“It’s a mess,” he said. “I wish I could get inside.”

“That’s easy.” Xenophon looked around, and after confirming that there was no one around, he tapped the door lock with his finger.

The door lock snapped open.

Duan Feizhuo squinted at him. “You are a policeman, how can you break into a private house carelessly?”

Xenophon shrugged: “My legal awareness is weak.”

Duan Feizhuo: …

On second thought, Z, the leader of the night guards, took the lead in committing homosexuality at the risk of the world’s dissatisfaction. In contrast, breaking into a private house does not seem to be a serious crime.

The two sneaked into the villa like thieves. The place hadn’t been visited for too long, and there was a thick layer of dust on the floor. They leave footprints with every step.

Duan Feizhuo looked around, unfolding his spiritual vision ability. According to the results of his previous use of spiritual vision ability, the more recent memories are clearer, the more ancient and distant memories are more fragmented.

He saw phantoms of people coming and going in the house, the cleaners who had come to clean the house. The house was a mess before it was cleaned, and many furniture were overturned, as if a fight had broken out. There was a dark stain on the carpet, which was, needless to say, blood.

The Phantom then transforms into a group of policemen. They wandered around the house, looking for clues with a magnifying glass in their hands.

The presence of the police means that the murder is not far away.

He turned to the door.

Two men broke in. They were wearing black clothes and masks, and they walked quickly to the stairs. Their actions are not sloppy at all, and they have obviously been professionally trained. The case files stated that the murderer was a drug addict, and in order to find a sole proprietorship, he broke into houses at night to kill people and rob goods. Neither of these men was anything like a crazy junkie.

A man jumped down from upstairs. Duan Feizhuo guessed that it was the male owner of the house. He held a cane in his hand. He fired some kind of glowing missile at the masked men, probably his own secret technique. One masked man rolled down the stairs, while the other dodged a missile and pulled out a knife in his backhand.

The host turned around and yelled, “Hurry up and take the child away!”

The masked man stabbed him in the ribs.

The hostess collapsed on the stairs, and blood flowed down the steps like a waterfall. Before he died, he spread his arms and tried to block the stairs to prevent the masked man from going up to the second floor. But the masked man kicked him away and stepped on his body up the stairs.

A woman’s scream came from the second floor. Soon, the masked man returned. Only then did his companion get up, took out a few rags from his pocket, and stuffed them into the hands of the dead master. Duan Feizhuo had no doubt that the rag was used to frame drug addicts.

Two masked men ransacked the house, took all valuables, and disguised the scene as a robbery. They also deliberately took away the pocket watch of the hostess.

This is the era when Sherlock Holmes was born, but there is no Sherlock Holmes in this era. During the investigation, the police took it for granted that the male host tore the other party’s clothes when he was fighting with the gangster, and then investigated the suspicious people nearby, and found the drug addict with torn clothes, and found the male host’s pocket watch from him. He became a scapegoat and was sent to the gallows.

Duan Feizhuo told Xenophon what he had seen. The night policeman was expressionless, and asked in a low voice: “You have seen my memory. Are they the same gang as the gangsters who murdered my family?”

“I don’t know,” Duan Feizhuo replied honestly, “They all wear masks. But they know secret arts.”

He stepped over the phantom of the hostess on the stairs and ascended to the second floor.

The hostess died on the second floor. Her phantom lay in the doorway of a bedroom, like a haunted ghost sleeping there. Like her husband, she blocked the way with her own body before she died, preventing the criminals from entering the bedroom. Her little daughter is in the bedroom.

The girl is crying for mom and dad. Crying and beating on the door panel. The masked man stared at the door coldly, then walked away. They did not harm the girl.

If this is a family vendetta, why keep alive? It doesn’t make sense at all.

But if this is a man-made tragedy created by the Committee for the Advancement of Science in order to collect orphans of mystics, then the problem will be solved.

That girl would be sent to the Rosefield Workhouse, where she would turn her parents’ killers into a benefactor, be grateful to the committee, and be proud of their lives in the future.

Duan Feizhuo stepped over the phantom of the hostess, intending to enter the bedroom.

The moment he grabbed the doorknob, the girl’s cries suddenly became louder, resounding in his ears like thunder.

He was in a daze. No, that’s not a girl crying, that’s…

— My dad is still inside!

—Give it up, boy, he’s dead.

-let me go!

—Come back, boy, come back! God, that silly boy rushed into the fire! Why haven’t the firemen come yet?

Why did that voice sound so much like himself?

A wonderful phantom appeared in front of his eyes: the clinic was burning, and the smoke rose into the night sky with sparks. The teenager cried hoarsely and tried to rush into the fire, but was stopped by the people around him. But he broke free. He rushed into the flames, and his figure was instantly engulfed by the flames.

He stared at the boy’s back.

That is himself.

No, that’s not him. That was Leopold Chester, owner of his body.

Leopold brushed aside the flames and sprinted down the corridors of the clinic. He saw two people in front of him. One of them is his father. another one…

Wears a black mask.

“Hey, wake up! What’s wrong with you!”

Duan Feizhuo was startled by Xenophon’s call and escaped from the illusion.

He blinked and realized he was still standing on the second floor of the townhouse.

What was that just now? The memory of the original body? It wasn’t the first time he had seen similar memories. When he was at Perilla Manor, he also had a brief glimpse of this fragment of memory.

But this time he saw more.

Three years ago, a fire broke out in the Chester Clinic. Leopold Chester’s father was killed in the fire, and he himself was seriously injured, and then… was replaced by Duan Feizhuo from another world.

When Duan Feizhuo woke up, the fire had passed. He has no memory of what happened at the time. He obviously has many common-sense memories about this era, but he has lost his original memory about himself.

He never doubted the truth of the fire. Everyone told him that the fire was caused by careless use of fire, and that the firefighters had found the point of fire. Why should he not believe it?

But the phantom he saw just now clearly told him that Leopold Chester might also be one of the victims of the Committee for the Advancement of Science!

“Are you okay?” Xenophon looked at him suspiciously.

Duan Feizhuo held on to the door frame, feeling that he was going to be out of breath.

“I think I’m going to Aberdeen.” He braced himself.

Xenophon raised his eyebrows with a complicated expression.

“You saw something, didn’t you?” he asked, “so you must go to Aberdeen to confirm this.”

Duan Feizhuo nodded: “My family members died in a fire. I doubt it was just a simple fire.”

“You mean…” Xenophon hesitated to speak.

The two looked at each other. Xenophon understood what he meant without needing any words. The two of them are very different, but in some ways they are so similar.

“When are you going to leave?”

“Leave tomorrow.”

— No, go now.

A vague whisper sounded in Duan Feizhuo’s ear.

“What did you say?” He looked at Xenophon.

“I didn’t say anything.” Xenophon didn’t understand.

— Don’t waste time, start now.

said the voice again.

It’s like auditory hallucinations, and it’s like some kind of warning from distant time and space.

He had heard that voice before. In that wonderful dream he had about a crossroads.

He had not seen Hecate since that dream. Sometimes he wondered if there really were pioneers in the world. Maybe he just had a bizarre dream.

But now he heard Hecate’s voice.

The Goddess of the Crossroads said they had met once before. Duan Feizhuo didn’t remember this at all. She also promised that one day he would recall all the past.

Perhaps his lost past also has something to do with the Aberdeen Chester clinic fire?

He collected himself and said to Xenophon: “No, I think it’s better to start now. You go back to Scotland Yard and report everything we have investigated to Z.”

Xenophon looked at him in surprise.

Duan Feizhuo thought that he would stop him, after all, this was not the first time Xenophon made things difficult for him.

But the night watchman with the yellow eyes just shrugged, his old cynicism returning to him.

“Okay then. Anyway, if he wants to be angry, he is angry with you, not me.”

Duan Feizhuo smiled wryly. After discussing the details with Xenophon, the two immediately split up. Duan Feizhuo went straight to King’s Cross Station without any luggage. He decided to go to Aberdeen today, and after confirming the situation at the Chester Clinic, he returned immediately. As you will not be staying in Aberdeen, you do not need to bring a change of laundry. If there is anything missing on the road, just buy it locally. He had enough cash on him to cover travel expenses.

When he arrived at King’s Cross station, a train bound for Aberdeen was about to leave. When he bought the ticket and came to the platform, the train had already started. He had to follow the train for some distance before jumping on it.

The trip was so rushed that he could already imagine how annoyed Z would be to learn that he had left without saying goodbye. Probably mentally curse him “little bastard” a hundred times, then sulk and wait for him to come back.

He can even imagine how Z will “teach” him, this little **** who doesn’t obey discipline, when he comes back—use his own mechanical prosthetics to firmly fix his hands on top of his head, allowing him to experience the tension between a machine and a human body. The absolute power gap made him apologize over and over again for his leaving without saying goodbye, vowed never to do it again, and sobbed for mercy when he couldn’t move. When Z is satisfied with what he hears, he will muffle his voice with his lips and tongue, and occasionally use metal fingers, or other body parts.

…But he doesn’t hate it either.

How Z will punish him after he returns is a matter for the future. Now he must go to Aberdeen to find out the truth of the year.

Xenophon turned into a raven and soared over London.

Riding on the wind, he crossed rows of buildings and busy streets, and his wings brushed over the heads of gentlemen and ladies, flying all the way from Soho to New Scotland Yard.

It had been a long time since he had flown so fast. He wanted to bring the truth of the case in Soho and the news of “Jazz” going north to Boss Z as soon as possible. To be honest, he was a little looking forward to the reaction of the boss when he heard the kid leave without saying goodbye. The boss is very funny when he is angry.

That kid was able to dig out the truth of the case back then, which really impressed Xenophon. Although he had known for a long time that he was hiding many secrets, the fact that he possessed the ability of spiritual vision was beyond Xenophon’s expectations.

Because Xenophon has been an animal for a long time, he gradually possesses animal instincts. His keen intuition told him that there were still many secrets in that kid, perhaps a bigger secret than “I am the owner of the trading house”.

Of course, his secret was none of Xenophon’s business. If anyone is going to get hit with his secrets, it’s Boss Z.

Xenophon has always been puzzled: How did that kid hook up with Boss Z? He always thought that the boss was a celibate and lived a life of abstinence like a monk. Who would have thought that once he met that kid, he would turn into a firewood. Could it be because he has been single for too many years and finally broke out in silence?

The two of them are tired of crooked and flirtatious all day long, which is really unbearable. If they hugged each other openly and gnawed at each other’s faces, maybe Xenophon would be more accepting. But those two people just like to be awkward, and everyone around them can see their thoughts, and they still have to pretend that they don’t mean it. At once! It’s disgusting!

Xenophon decided to find a time to report this problem to the boss. His boss Z must not be so disgusting!

He found the window of the office of the Abnormal Case Investigation Section with familiarity, and landed lightly on the window sill. Only Miss Acheson and the boss are in the office. Others vanished like gold coins in the hand of a gambler.

Xenophon was about to knock on the window with his bird’s beak as usual, calling for his colleagues to open the window for him (if they had a conscience, they should have kept the window for him), when he saw a man standing in the office who he least wanted to see at the moment. to the people.

Secretary Carter is actually here.

Xenophon resisted the urge to peck out the guy’s eyeballs, and pretended to be an ordinary crow, quietly observing Carter’s every move.

He was worried that Carter would find out that they were investigating the files of the orphans. He scanned the office and saw that all the files were stuffed into the filing cabinets in the corner. Needless to say, it must be Miss Acheson’s credit.

That guy Carter always likes to make surprise attacks, but Miss Acheson can detect it in advance every time, and then quickly put away things that should not be seen by him. I don’t know if it’s because Miss Acheson has some unknown special ability, or because she can just see the avenue facing Scotland Yard from her seat and can monitor the flow of people coming and going.

The secretary was as arrogant as ever.

“Her Majesty summons, Superintendent Sinnia,” he said to Z.

Z twitched the corners of his mouth, showing a smile that he didn’t know whether it was mocking or joyful. “What is it for again this time?”

“How rude! It is a great honor for you to be summoned by His Majesty, yet you still ask why?”

Z dropped the pen in his hand, took off the coat from the back of the chair, and draped it over his shoulders.

“Why don’t you go?” He looked back at Carter. “Would you like to stay for a cup of tea?”

Carter looked around at the people in the office: “Why isn’t our newly promoted Sir here? Your Majesty will also summon him.”

“He’s away on business.” Z replied flatly, “Do you want to wait for him to come back?”

Carter’s cheeks twitched: “No need. Your Majesty can’t wait. You can do it alone. Your Majesty mainly wants to see you.”

The two left the office one after the other. Xenophon smacked his lips and said to himself that fortunately the kid ran fast, if they came back together, they would just bump into Carter. Did he already know that Carter was here, so he deliberately found an excuse to avoid it? But how can he foretell the prophet?

After confirming that Carter’s footsteps were far away, Miss Acheson came over and opened the window. But Xenophon did not enter the house, but jumped down and soared.

He wants to see why the queen summoned the boss.

Carter and Z boarded the carriage, and Xenophon simply landed on the roof to hitch a ride. The shape of the crow is really useful.

The carriage drove all the way to the outskirts of London and finally stopped in front of a palace.

So, the queen is in a room in the palace.

Xenophon has been a night watchman for so long, but he has never seen the queen. It’s really unfair that the boss will be summoned by the Queen every now and then.

He flew around the palace and finally found a woman in a room on the second floor.

But she’s clearly not a queen. As far as Xenophon knew, the queen was supposed to be an old woman. And that woman was very young, she was sixteen years old, and she was still a girl.

Unfortunately, Xenophon knew the woman.

To make matters worse, the woman knew him too.

Seven hours later, Aberdeen.

Returning to this city where he had lived for three years, Duan Feizhu couldn’t help feeling a lot of emotion.

The last time he came back, it was to attend Ruth’s funeral, plus investigate the Aberdeen Ring murders. It was cloudy and rainy for several days in a row, and even people’s mood became gloomy and gloomy.

This time when he got off the train, he was almost blinded by the brilliant sunset.

The city has shaken off the haze of serial murders and is full of vitality again. It has only been a few weeks since the case was cracked, but people seem to have forgotten the tragic past.

Man is such an animal that can easily forget the pain of the past and live for the future.

It took Duan Feizhuo a while to find the original address of Chester Clinic.

Three years ago the fire had destroyed everything—the entire clinic had been reduced to black, empty shelves, and not only Dr. Chester had died, but several hospital patients had died as well.

The house and land of the Chester Clinic are rented. Since the firefighters determined that the fire was caused by careless use of fire, Duan Feizhuo must compensate the landlord and the deceased patient for their losses. Almost all the property accumulated by Dr. Chester was used for compensation, which caused Duan Feizhuo to face the dilemma of being penniless as soon as he came to this world.

Later, relying on working as an unlicensed black doctor in Mud Street, he managed to earn a place to live for himself.

Today the Chester Clinic no longer exists, and a new building has been rebuilt on the original site and leased to a clothing store.

Duan Feizhuo looked at the shop signboard, slightly startled.

If all the wreckage of the building had been demolished, he wouldn’t be able to see anything.

It’s a waste of time.

“Ah, you’re finally here.” A woman’s voice sounded from behind.

Duan Feizhuo turned around abruptly. The third forerunner, Hecate, the guide of Hades, was standing behind him.

She was wearing a Greek gown that was incompatible with the Victorian era, and her hair was long and glamorous.

Many passers-by passed by her, but no one expressed interest in her fancy dress. In their eyes, she was just an ordinary woman.

“Am I dreaming?” Duan Feizhuo asked vigilantly.

Hecate’s red lips curved: “If you think you are dreaming, then you are.”

“I’m not interested in discussing philosophical topics with you. You sent me to Aberdeen?”

“That’s right.” She held out her hand to Duan Feizhuo, “Can you go shopping with me for a while?”

Duan Feizhuo stared at her slender fingers and hesitated. He always felt that although Hecate was not hostile to him, he could not be regarded as his friend either. They’re more like two people temporarily working together for each other’s benefit.

However, Hecate was the forerunner, and disobeying her would definitely end badly. Duan Feizhuo could only hold her arm. The two walked into the clothing store like the gentlemen and ladies who were so common on the streets of the Victorian era.

The clerk was so busy with his head down that he didn’t notice the two of them at all. Duan Feizhuo suspected that Hecate had used some kind of blinding technique to make the clerk ignore them.

“Why did you ask me to come here?” Duan Feizhuo asked, staring at the front without moving, “I thought that gods and goddesses like you never interfere in human affairs.”

“We intervene,” said Hecate calmly, “but only in matters of our interest. Something is going on in London, and I think it is better for you to avoid it. If you are involved, the consequences will be very bad.” .”

“What accident? Do you mean danger?”

“You will know when you go back.”

Duan Feizhuo pursed his lips tightly. Hecate still likes being a riddle so much.

“You asked me to come to Aberdeen just to save me from disaster?”

“Don’t you really want to know the truth about the fire three years ago?” Hecate said, “You have come to the scene of the fire, why don’t you use your ability to observe it?”

Duan Feizhuo reminded her: “The clinic has been completely demolished and rebuilt. There is nothing left. I can’t see it.”

“Just try.” Hecate’s tone was cold, like a strict female teacher teaching a student who is not enlightened.

Duan Feizhuo pursed his lips. He didn’t have any hope at all, after all, he knew best about his own abilities. But he could not disobey the goddess.

He could only stare at the gaudy wallpaper in the clothing store.

After staring blankly for a minute, he lowered his shoulders and said, “Look, I really can’t see anything…”

He turned his head to look at the goddess beside him, and was shocked to find that Hecate had disappeared.

Clothing stores also disappeared. He stood in a corridor, flames rose into the sky, heat waves hit his face, and everything was burning.

He is no longer Duan Feizhuo. He turned into a teenager with blond hair and green eyes. His body moved against his will, as if someone was manipulating his movements. He rushed into the fire scene desperately, covering his mouth and nose with his cuff, his golden green eyes widened in fear.

In the doctor’s office at the end of the corridor was a man kneeling. It’s his father. He clutched his chest, panting in pain, and blood flowed from between his fingers.

In front of the father stood a man in a black mask. Holding an old notebook in his hand, he flipped through a few pages in boredom: “That’s all?”

“Really, that’s all, it’s all in there…” the father said out of breath, “Our family is not a prominent family of mystics, a lot of knowledge has been lost in the inheritance, and the only thing left is that notebook… ”

The masked man looked up and noticed the boy standing in the doorway.

“That’s your son?” He said with a smile.

Father’s eyes widened in horror. “Leo, run away!” he yelled.

Instead of disobeying, the boy rushed to his father and blocked his father’s body with his arms.

“You are not allowed to hurt my father!”

His father is his only relative. After the mother passed away and the uncle ran away from home, the father and son have always been dependent on each other. His father is a highly respected doctor who is not only respected by patients, but also his idol and role model. He vowed from an early age to be like his father.

The clinic is the painstaking effort of his father. He does not allow anyone to destroy this sacred place, let alone hurt his venerable father.

He is young and strong. If he puts all his strength into it, he doesn’t believe that he can’t beat this masked man.

The man in the mask looked critically at the boy, as if evaluating a product: “It’s a pity, it would be nice if he was younger. It’s not good to be so big, we don’t need it. It’s a bit of a waste.”

After speaking, he raised his hand towards the young man, and a thunderbolt-like light shot out from his palm.

The thunder light hit the young man’s chest, and before he could even utter a scream, he just fell back and fell heavily to the ground. There was a bottomless blood hole in his chest. He wanted to call his father, but only blood overflowed his lips, and he couldn’t make any sound.

The masked man raised his hand, made a complicated gesture, and then pointed to the kneeling father and the motionless boy.

The flames surrounded the two people as if they had gained life.

The man in the mask left his mournful father, stepped over the boy’s body, and walked towards the back door of the clinic. Flame obediently made way for him as he passed.

Everything is burning. The father crawled up to the side of the boy on all fours. As he crawled, he left a long trail of blood behind him.

“Wake up, Leo, my child…” He patted the boy’s cheek.

The boy didn’t respond at all. The light gradually faded from his eyes.

Father trembled like chaff. A tear hit the boy’s cheek and was quickly evaporated by the flames.

“You will not die, my child, I will not let you die!”

The father bit his own finger and used his own blood to draw a magic circle on the boy’s forehead. He is skilled in movements and obviously has received professional occult training.

“Guide of Hades, Goddess Hecate at the crossroads, please listen to your believer’s request.” The father bowed his head and prayed in an extremely devout and humble manner, “Please save my son from death and Pain. I send him to your side, please guard his soul.”

The flames engulfed the two of them.

Duan Feizhuo woke up suddenly.

The phantom disappeared, and he was standing in the clothing store again.

The clerk lowered his head to record the account, and the tip of the pen rubbed against the paper to make a rustling sound. Horse-drawn carriages passed by in the street outside the store, and horse bells jingled.

It was eerily quiet.

Duan Feizhuo turned his head, and Hecate was watching him with a smile.

“What was that just now?” He asked stiffly, “The memory of Leopold Chester?”

He has occupied this body, so can he even receive the memory of the original owner?

However, what he saw was different from what he knew.

“That’s not right. Leo’s father