Mystery: Paradox Path

Leaving Snow's house, Klein looked at the excited Emlyn with a slightly strange expression.

Emlyn glanced at the great detective who rescued him from the Harvest Church, raised his eyebrows, and said in a slightly sarcastic tone:

"Why, are you wondering why I signed the contract so easily?"

"It's nothing like what you learned from Mr. Snow." Klein rolled his eyes at Emlyn's sarcastic tone, but nodded.

"You already said that he is a demigod-level powerhouse. Do I have a reason to refuse?" Emlyn looked at Klein with the expression "I can't understand it", but Klein just grinned, and then Madly spit in my heart:

"I just turned on my vision, and you don't have any rational blue on you! You are definitely blinded by the puppet! You are just making excuses for your previous irrationality! I want me to think that you are not that stupid. !"

Of course, after saying this, Klein has no doubt that the vampire who still owes him the fare will be angry, so he chose to change the subject and said:

"Then you don't worry about the puppet?"

"Please, it's just a mere demigod, and we have no shortage of blood races!" Emlyn raised his head, made a proud look, and said with an expression similar to the "I'm super powerful" emoji that Klein had seen before he crossed. :

"Wait until the next meeting, I will go to the elders of the clan to identify it in the name of checking whether the doll is cursed? In this way, the doll can be brought there reasonably. If there is really a problem with the doll, then If he breaks the contract first, Dorothy will be mine! Oh, yes, I have to get my pay first! Um, what's it called? Alice? Zelda? Laura Mia? Well, it's all too ordinary, this is my first custom doll, it must have a good name..."

Seeing Mr. Vampire begin to talk to himself, Klein had reached the point where he couldn't restrain his urge to cover his face even without the clown's abilities.

This vampire...

Sure enough, as Mr Snow said, vampires are really arrogant.

Based on Klein's understanding of Snow, he was sure that the gentleman had definitely figured out the vampire's thoughts, including the careful thinking he was thinking, which was probably all in that gentleman's plan.

Thinking of this, Klein couldn't restrain his curiosity, and immediately asked:

"By the way, how much is Mr. Snow's doll worth? It can make a vampire like you go crazy?"

"Vampire! Please call me Vampire!" Emlyn corrected instinctively, and then realized what Klein was asking, and then glanced at Klein with contempt—

"You are too vulgar to measure the work of a master with money!"

"So? How much is it worth?" Klein admitted his vulgarity without hesitation, Emlyn grinned, and finally explained to the detective who didn't seem to understand the market very well—

"I've never seen a doll of Dorothy's quality. After all, not many Beyonders would bother to make a doll, but a doll one level lower than hers, I've seen it at an auction. That doll sold for 8,000 pounds. Although it contains the last masterpiece of a master, a rich man showing off his wealth, etc., if it is sold at auction, Dorothy should be able to fetch 15,000 pounds or even Higher, this does not take into account the fact that the author is a demigod."

"Eight thousand pounds? This is already more than the price of Sequence Five Beyonder characteristics!" Klein's eyes widened. Do you want to learn to make dolls as well?”

"What kind of expression do you have? Why are you looking at me like this?" Emlyn keenly noticed Klein's somewhat pitiful expression, and immediately shuddered, but Klein did not answer Emlyn's question. At this moment, he seemed to be able to see the picture of this vampire who was crazy about dolls, who had lost his family wealth and worked frantically because of Mr. Snow's endless "works".

"Raising a doll is like sucking that money!"

After a brief silence, Emlyn suddenly showed a somewhat shy expression, and looked at Klein, whose head was full of "eight thousand pounds". At the neckline, Emlyn looked at his expression and wanted to say something disgusting, but then he thought that he still had something to ask of the other party, and finally went straight to the topic and said:

"Can you lend me some money, I need to hire a car to take my babies back..."

...

After sending Klein and Emlyn away, Snow went to the basement and activated the furnace, intending to start making his own custom doll for Emlyn.

Although he didn't use extraordinary abilities, he successfully used Emlyn's pride and self-confidence as a vampire and his love for dolls to corrupt him, which made his potion digestion progress a good improvement.

Of course, because he only corrupted a Sequence Seven, the feedback he got was far less than the one he had from bullying Kezhen before.

"No matter how small a mosquito is, it's still meat." Snow shook his head~www.wuxiamtl.com~ turned around and walked towards Mr. A's house. If you want to gain the power of the gods, you must please the gods, which is also an equivalent exchange...

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"Whoosh..."

In a residence in the Backlund Bridge area, the sound of thunderous snoring fluctuated rhythmically. If it was on a battlefield, such a sound of snoring would be enough to make the surrounding people ignore the roar of artillery fire, but luckily, the owner of this room seemed to are solitary.

"Crack!" The distorted sound of metal and wood suddenly sounded. In the huge snoring sound, such a sound seemed so inconspicuous, but the intruder did not seem to have any plans to hide it. With the huge footsteps, the snoring sounded abruptly. Then, an old man with a ferocious scar on his face was lifted directly from the bed.

"Ugh..."

The old man waved his arms in pain, trying his best to break free of the sturdy arm, but the power of the owner of the arm was too great, no matter how hard he struggled, it was difficult to get the slightest breathing space.

Feeling the struggle of the prey in his hand is getting weaker and weaker, the owner of the arm shows a ferocious and bloodthirsty desire, his eyes are full of malice, but he rarely restrains his killing intent, let go of his hand, Letting the old man fall to the ground, watching him take a deep breath, a kind of cat-and-mouse-like joy rose up in the man's heart.

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He deliberately took a step forward and stomped on the opponent's leg hard. With a click, the old man suddenly let out a shrill scream.

But this painful whimper seemed to stimulate the other party's pleasure nerves. His fingertips stretched out the sharp claws flashing with cold metal light, and pressed it against the neck of the old man, and asked with a sinister smile:

"I ask, you say!"