13 Mink Street

"The Whip of Order is as short-sighted as a herring in a can!"

After listening to Karen's narration, Alfred couldn't help cursing.

"Actually, it's not bad. I just need to pretend to think I'm the whip of order. Maybe I can easily explain what happens in the future."

"Master is always so visionary."

"Okay, you can go back to the funeral club. This time, you don't have to wear a mask. You don't know how awkward it is for me to chat with Mrs. Lake on Mr. Pavaro's face every day. Well, Mrs. Lake will only be more awkward."

"Okay, sir."

The second-hand Black Pens was driving on the highway, passing a street when a group of people in front blocked traffic, and Alfred had to stop and wait.

I remember the first day I arrived in York City, when I got off the wharf and took the car to Allen Manor, Mrs. Jenny once said that gatherings and parades were like a kind of cultural and sports activities in York City, and they could not be more common.

After waiting for a while, the car in front started to move forward. Alfred also restarted the car and drove forward for a while. Karen saw a group of people walking by the roadside. They were wearing white robes and even their heads were covered. Wearing a white high-pointed hat with only two small holes in the eye area, and holding a torch instead of a placard.

They did not shout any slogans neatly, but marched very calmly.

Karen wondered, "It doesn't look like a church."

Although there is a strong religious element that ordinary people seem to have, as a person in the circle, Karen can clearly distinguish that this is by no means an orthodox church organizing a parade.

"It really doesn't look like a church, it looks like some kind of hobby club, young master, do you need me to investigate?"

"If you have time, you can go and investigate. After taking me to the funeral club later, you can go to the Lemar Pottery Art Museum to help me settle the money for the last blood spirit powder, and if Lemar buys it again. , you can buy some blood spirit powder to come back and prepare.

Then go to the black market and buy two scrolls for Pu'er and Kevin.

After this is done, you can go and investigate the society. "

"Okay, sir."

"Oh, yes." Karen put the ring that she accidentally broke in half into the empty slot next to the handbrake, "Remember to glue it back."

"Remember, young master."

The car stopped at the entrance of the Pavaro Funeral Society. Karen got out of the car, waved with Alfred, and walked inside.

Alfred took the Whip of Order ring that split in half in his hand, and said to himself with a smile:

"The current whip of order is indeed made of plastic."

…

The shop was still the same, with Peak sitting in a chair in a daze, and Dingcombe reading a book there.

In fact, Karen's dissatisfaction with the two of them has been accumulated for a long time. If it was just because they were a little lazy, then last night when she brought Mrs. Lake back, she found that these two people had left the boss's two sick daughters behind. It is no longer a problem of laziness to get off work first at home.

Cullen can understand their thoughts. Mr. Pavaro has been a seventh-level judge for so long. They feel that there is no future at all with Pavaro, so they just mix it up.

Understanding is understanding, but that doesn't mean Karen is willing to understand them.

When Karen appeared in the store, Peak raised his head first, then opened his eyes;

Dinkom also looked up at Karen, who also opened his mouth in astonishment.

"Is Mr. Pavaro there?" Cullen asked.

Pique and Dinkom immediately stood up: "Big...sir."

Dinkom reacted faster, and immediately said: "Sir, the boss is out on business, are you looking for him?"

He couldn't directly say that the boss went out to pick up private work, because he knew that the boss would not only take on the tasks of the Church of Order, but also the tasks of other churches.

Karen smiled and took out his divine servant certificate and threw it to Dingcombe, and Pique also turned his head to look over.

"I am the servant of God who came to report. From now on, I will be the same as you. Please take care of me."

"How... how is it possible!" Pique exclaimed.

Dingcombe looked at the documents in amazement, and then looked at Karen: "Sir...Is this true?"

"Really, in the future, I will also be an employee of this funeral club. The qualifications of the two of you are older than me, so you are seniors."

"Really?" Pique asked.

Dingcomb immediately bent over and handed the document back to Karen, saying, "Don't dare, don't dare."

"hehe."

Karen smiled, then looked at the ground and walls, and said: "There have been a lot of things happening in the Blue Bridge community recently, although it has been resolved, but the above attaches great importance to this, so next, the Blue Bridge community The Tribunal will operate a little differently than elsewhere.

Mr. Pavaro already knew about this arrangement. I don't know if he gave you any instructions before going out. "

"Yes, yes, we know that there is a newcomer... oh no, an adult is coming, but I didn't expect you to come in person." Dinkom said flatteringly.

"Hmmmm." Pique nodded again and again.

They had promised to educate the newcomers to set rules for the newcomers before, but now, naturally, they would not dare to have the slightest thought.

"The floor is too dirty, and the walls are too dirty. I have a habit of cleanliness, and I don't like a messy environment. It's like sand can't fit in my eyes."

"Don't worry, we'll clean up right away!"

"Let's start cleaning now!"

Cullen continued: "I don't know how Mr. Pavaro managed this place before, but since I'm here, everything must be based on my thoughts and my requirements.

Next time I see you two sitting here doing nothing, I hope that there is really nothing to do, and if I find out that there is still something to be done, then I will question the right of the two of you. Faith in the **** of order. "

These words sent a chill down the backs of Dingcombe and Pique.

They may not care about performance, but they will never care about their own lives. In theology, doubting your belief in God is a very serious consequence.

"Do something."

"Yes!"

"clear!"

The two lazy lads got to work right away.

Karen went into the backyard, and in the studio, she saw Mrs. Lake, who was sitting in a chair inside packing her vanity case.

When she saw Karen walking in, she was stunned for a moment, then stood up immediately and asked:

"What happened to my husband?"

After asking, she suddenly realized that her husband was dead.

But she immediately became nervous again. Did something happen to him?

"I want a glass of ice water and bring it to my study."

After leaving this sentence, Karen walked into the study.

The study room has a new layout, a floor lamp is added, the wardrobe has been removed and replaced with a bookshelf, and the blanket on the floor has been replaced with a new one.

Karen walked to the desk and sat down, picked up Mr. Pavaro's work notes, and continued reading.

After a while, Mrs. Lake opened the door, walked in with a plate, put the ice water in front of Karen, and then, another big sandwich with sauce!

Karen, who is not "husband", finally smiled directly and said:

"Actually, I don't really like this kind of sauce."

"Sorry, I'll change to something else next time."

"Well, just prepare some biscuits next time, don't be so troublesome."

"Okay, I remember."

Karen picked up the water glass and took a sip.

"You...are you...really you?"

It sounds like a tongue twister.

"it's me."

"Unbelievable, my husband's friend, it would be you..."

"There are some things that I can't explain at the moment, but haven't we already agreed a few days ago?"

"Yes, yes, I understand that everything here is up to you."

"Ok."

Mrs. Lake walked out of the study.

Karen lit a cigarette, still flipped upside down on the ashtray, and continued to read the work notes.

This time, I forgot the time again.

After turning to the last page of the book at hand, Karen reached out and pressed her neck.

Leaning back on the chair, looking at the study, he let out a sigh of relief.

Then he picked up the pen, opened an unused notebook, and wrote on it:

"One, the study of [Sea God's Armor] and [Dark Moon Blade].

Second, understand the meaning of the judge's trial, and obtain advanced.

Three, kill Vicolet. "

My immediate goals are these three.

The first one is still in production, and Alfred went to buy a scroll. Don't be in a hurry until the spell scroll is ready;

Second, don't be in a hurry;

The third, when the first two are not completed, it is useless to be anxious.

so,

Now it's finally time to take a break.

Karen closed her eyes and rested peacefully.

Just then, there was a knock on the door;

"Enter."

Mrs. Lake pushed open the door and stood at the door asking:

"There is a call, there is business, Pique and the others begged me to ask you, will you go?"

"go with."

Karen agreed without hesitation;

Because in his opinion, there is no better way to relax than driving a hearse to do business.

Karen walked to the shop and found that the shop had changed. The floor and walls had been carefully wiped. The greasy feeling she had when she came here a few days ago disappeared at once.

At this point, Dinkom and Pique had already prepared the stretcher car, and the hearse also drove out.

Seeing Karen walking towards here, Dinkom immediately gave way to the driver's seat, Karen got in the car and asked:

"Where to pick up guests?"

"Sir, it's the mangrove apartment."

The mangrove apartment Karen remembers the location. It is not very far from the Allen apartment where he lives. Alfred used to pass by there every day on his way to the clinic to go to work. It is an old-fashioned apartment that is a little old.

"You can call my boss in the future, you don't need to call an adult."

"Yes, my lord." Pique.

"Yes, boss." Dinkom.

Karen was driving, Pique and Dinkham were sitting in the back. It could be seen that they were both very tired. Karen had been reading books for almost half a day before. But it was red on the top, which means that there is still a kind of excitement in the spirit.

"Who's calling?" Karen asked.

"A man, he said his wife died and asked us to collect the body."

"Did you tell him to ask for a hospital death certificate?"

"Yes, he said yes."

"good."

There was a security booth at the gate of the old apartment complex, but there were two gray-haired old people sitting inside. Facing them, Karen didn't dare to honk the horn, for fear that the sound of the horn would send them both away together.

Peak and Dinkom got out of the car first and opened the gate. Karen drove in in a hearse and stopped in front of Building C.

Pique and Dinkom ran over, Dinkom said, "Boss, it's 702 on the seventh floor."

Going up to the seventh floor was quite tiring, especially since Pique and Dinkom were still carrying a stretcher, and when they got upstairs, the two had already begun to pant.

Karen stood in front of the 702 door. She wanted to ring the doorbell, but found that the doorbell had long since fallen off, leaving only a rust spot on the door, so she could only choose to knock on the door.

"Do..."

The door was unlocked, and when it was knocked, it opened.

"Hello, we are Pavaro Funeral Society."

When he shouted this, Karen felt a little awkward, and the name of the funeral club should be changed.

"Hello, is there anyone? We're from the funeral service?"

Karen stood at the door and shouted for a while, but still no one responded. At the same time, Karen seemed to smell a faint smell of blood, but she was not sure.

"Boss, why don't you go in and have a look?" Dinkom suggested.

Cullen nodded and moved away from the door. Dinkom and Pique walked in first, and then Cullen walked in.

The furniture inside is also very old, but it is cleaned very cleanly. It is a two-bedroom and one-living room layout. There is no one in the living room, but there are fruits on the table;

There was no one in the kitchen, and the pots and pans were neatly arranged.

"Hello?"

Karen tried to shout again.

Dinkom opened a bedroom door, and there was no one inside;

Pique also opened the other bedroom door, which was also empty and no one was there.

There was only one bathroom left, not far behind Karen, but Karen didn't turn to check.

At this time, Pique whispered: "I want to make it easier, but I can't help it."

Karen looked at Dinkom, who seemed to know what Karen was going to ask, and immediately said, "I asked him to repeat the location twice, and I repeated the location to him again to confirm it was the address."

"You go." Karen waved to Pique.

"Thank you boss." Peak immediately ran to the bathroom.

When a man is truly in awe of you, it's worth giving him permission to pee.

"Is the family a man?" Karen continued to ask Dinkom, but kept her eyes on Peak as she went to the bathroom.

"Yes, boss, the husband of the 'guest'."

"Ahhh!!!"

Pique, who entered the bathroom, let out a scream.

Karen followed Dinkom quickly to the bathroom while chanting the incantation in her heart.

Pique's screams, which continued, were muted but not changed, proving that he was just being frightened and not attacked.

When Karen entered the bathroom, she saw Pique collapsed on the ground without even closing the zipper;

And, behind the bathtub curtain, a woman nailed to the wall with a silver nail.

The woman had two fangs exposed at the corners of her mouth, her fingernails were too long and black, and her expression was extremely grim when she died.

"Bloodthirsty Demon!"

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I have a cold, and the constant tears have affected the codeword status. I will try to adjust the status tomorrow.