v3 Chapter 127： ,confused

Pompeii Weapon Shop...

Pompeii...

If I remember correctly, half a year ago, the woman named Smila Buffon who disappeared in the Dracula district, Pompeii...is the name of her dead husband.

……………………coincidence?

The idiot emerged from the sewer again. He stood still on the ground that had no meaning under his feet. Start thinking.

Nearby, "Walnut" also did not intervene loudly. She still sat there suspended, with a sneer at the corner of her mouth, staring at the idiot. The two bright red horsetails floated slowly in the air as if weightless, and the blood-colored eyes gathered in a relaxed and leisurely posture.

"………………………………”

"It seems that you have already decided."

"Walnut" fell, standing still with his hands on his back.

The idiot turned his head and looked at this thing with the appearance of a princess. After being silent for a while, he said--

"First stop, Pompeii Weapon Shop."

"Huh, human beings always hope to be able to come back from the dead. They are always dissatisfied with the life they have already lost. But they never think about how much confusion they will bring to others after their rebirth, nor do they think about themselves. How can't be between heaven and earth."

"Walnut" came over, raised his hand and pressed it on the idiot's chest.

"Look at the resentful spirits around you who were killed by you. They don't have a soul as powerful as yours, so once they die, they cannot be reborn. Do you know how jealous they are? Hate you? Why do they hate this world? You wicked person will have a second chance, but innocent people like them don't?"

"Are you...will you confess for your past killing innocent people?"

"You, if you are really reborn, will you reflect on it?"

The idiot looked at "Walnut" steadily, without speaking or expressing any expressions. Because these questions are so stupid and so worthless. He didn't need to answer at all. The most critical issue now is not to repent, but to find the final key in less than 23 hours. Then...reborn.

Seeing that the idiot did not respond to his words, "Walnut" couldn't help shook his head. After that, she reached into the idiot's chest and pulled it out slowly. A light blue ball of light appeared out of thin air in her palm, and she pinched the ball of light...

The surrounding environment is distorted.

Can't distinguish between the top and the bottom.

Everything is like a picture sprinkled with paint randomly by a child, becoming chaotic.

However, this confusion did not last long.

After just four or five seconds, everything in the surroundings was once again combined into a normal environment.

This... is a weapon shop.

There was no luster or sound in the weapon shop late at night.

The sound of rain that was blocked by the rolling door was sparse and could not penetrate.

The idiot looked around, there were all kinds of weapons in this small store. Knives, guns, swords, halberds, bows, crossbows, and daggers are not all-encompassing, but basically there are almost all weapons you can think of.

Facing the door is a counter. The side door on the left of the counter leads to the forging room behind. The side door on the right is straight up. It is estimated that it is the place where the owner of this weapons shop and his family live.

"Okay, range, the space is twenty meters in diameter. You can move freely."

"Walnut" clapped her hands, and then she sat on the counter next to her, as if an unrelated spectator was waiting to see the performance that appeared in front of her, smiling happily, holding her hands around her knees, and smiling.

The idiot touched his forehead and thought for a moment. Afterwards, he began to walk to the weapon rack over there and began to look at it bit by bit. Look for a weapon that resembles the image of the sword in the sewer.

He looked carefully, for fear of missing it.

Since the blade in the sewer is just a fragment, not the whole picture, he must be careful not to miss any weapon.

His time is very short, only 24 hours.

But even if you don’t have enough, you must keep your soul quiet and carefully review every process. There can be no anxiety.

Recklessness and anxiety are the beginning of death.

Quietness and patience often open a gap to the door of life for you...

"S309..."

Finally, the idiot's eyes focused on a dagger placed in the display cabinet.

The cutting edge, hilt decoration and size of that dagger are 70% similar to the one in the sewer. And its number is already marked on it.

After seeing this, the idiot immediately turned his head and went to the cabinet. He walked through the locked counter and saw the account book in it. Without hesitation, he plunged into it.

"Oh? It seems that you have quickly become accustomed to the state of the soul. Knowing something that is unreasonable for the living is easy for the soul?"

The idiot who entered the account book did not answer, but quickly searched through the pages.

"Your entry point is very interesting. But, weapons should be bought by many people? Even if you see a few steps, so what? Let me see, the price of this dagger is not expensive. Fifteen. A Sula, ordinary civilians can afford it. Presumably, the sales should be good."

"Walnut" sat on the cabinet and said with a sneer while looking at the ceiling. But the idiot still searched this account book quickly and decisively. After checking this book, check the next one again. I vowed to search through the three account books here.

"Weapons in the weapon shop...not everyone can buy it."

When looking up, the idiot spoke and said--

"The Bucks Empire has a policy of restricting the sale of weapons. Generally speaking, only those who have a certificate of force issued by the state can purchase weapons that are lethal."

"The seven armed classes. Forging the body, scorching skills, refining the heart, pure spirit, bones, spirit, burning soul. Only after you have obtained the corresponding force certificate issued by the country, you can blow the sand and the stag The other cities in the empire purchase weapons through real names. Moreover, there are restrictions on the weapons that can be purchased for each level. For example, warriors with proof of mind training cannot purchase weapons marked as pure spirit level."

"The Bucks use this method to control the path of each weapon. In this way, in the event of a killing incident caused by these weapons, the records of the weapons shop can be used to find out who bought it. So the final investigation Whereabouts."

"This weapon is marked with a searing skill. In other words, it can be purchased as long as it has a strength level above the searing skill. I only need to search for a level above the searing skill."

"Walnut" pursed his lips, shaking his legs back and forth slightly, and said with a smile: "So, do you want to find out who bought the weapon and then kill you with that dagger? Well, this is indeed a good one. Method. You should be grateful to the Bucks Empire for its good policies, so you have a targeted method."

"Then next, I will wait for you. See if your investigation direction is correct..."

"Still wrong."

At this point, "Walnut" no longer speaks. She just sat on the counter on the side and waited patiently watching the idiot search here.

Idiots are also searching book by book, flipping through a few heavy account books, hoping to find the information they need to find.

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Time passed by.

Tick...tick...

And outside, the rain is falling...

For the world of the living, in today's weapon shop, everything is quiet, without any weirdness and commotion.

Everything is so peaceful, everything is so peaceful. There is no movement or change.

But... if the screen is switched to the world of the dead, here, it becomes so terrifying...

Countless wraiths gathered here, hiding in the darkness.

Countless pairs of eyes were full of hatred and fear looking at the soul searching through the account books.

The wailing of death... now continues.

And the search is constantly continuing...

"………………………………………………”

When-when-when-when-when-

Suddenly, there was a sound in the air

The dead huddled into their darkness because of the sudden sound. The idiot who entered the account book also poked his head out of it, following the sight of "Walnut", looking towards the wall

Early in the morning... five o'clock.

Unknowingly, more than three hours have passed.

"What? Can't you find it?"

"Walnut" still had a sneer on his face, his tone was flat, and... it seemed to be a little gloating.

To be honest, the idiot was indeed not found.

Among the five thick account books, he has been searching for more than three hours. But no results

Is this impossible?

Could it be...Since the weapon numbered S309 was manufactured, even one... hasn't been sold?

The idiot frowned, pinched his chin, thinking hard. At this moment, a sound of footsteps suddenly came from the next building. The owner of this weapon shop, dressed in pajamas, walked slowly down.

"………………………………"

Suddenly, the idiot woke up and he immediately ascended, piercing the floor directly into the second floor above. Searched in the bedroom of the shop owner and his wife.

"Opened the door so early?"

The forty-year-old lady boss got up from the bed, stretched her waist, and shouted downstairs. The idiot glanced at the proprietress for a while, and then began to look up on the desk next to her again.

The shop owner yawned and opened the rolling door. Accompanied by the sound of crashing, the pouring rain outside also poured in.

"It's so heavy rain, I want to deliver the goods today. In such bad weather, it won't work sooner."

The store owner looked at the heavy rain outside, shook his head helplessly, and sighed. After that, he clapped his hands and walked into the forging room next to the counter.

"Be careful. You are going to deliver the goods to the Norius family? They are the Grand Duke family, so you have to be careful. If you do it well, our future business will be guaranteed.

The lady boss also got up, put on her coat, and walked straight down. At this moment, I just saw the boss coming out of the forging room with a brocade box in his hand.

"Be careful on the road. By the way, King's Road has been building roads since the afternoon before yesterday. You can't get through the heavy rain now. Take a detour."

"I know. I found it to make a detour. Well... once this main road is blocked, it will take another half an hour to cross the noble district. Huh..."

"Be careful. Son... I hope you can bless us in the Spirit of Heaven and do business better..."

"Hahaha, do you ask your son for this kind of thing? Then our son is a little too busy."

As he said, the shop owner smiled, put on his raincoat, and holding the brocade box in his arms, under the watch of his wife, he entered the rain outside.

And at this time, on the second floor...

The idiot's search finally yielded results.

There is an account book on the desk. It seems that the store owner left it when he kept the account yesterday. With this last hope in mind, the idiot quickly flipped through the account books and this time, hope finally fell on the dead.

"October 1, 7:03 in the morning, Leah Chris. Female, age 19, identity, mercenary. Proof of force level, mortar. Home address, 9 Cameron Avenue, civilian area."

"October 2nd, 12:20 noon, Rhein Nile. Male, age 22, identity, psychological counselor, proof of force level, scorching skills. Home address, No. 413, New Steiner Avenue, Noble District."

"October 2nd, at 5 pm, Braun Feng Carlingon, male, age 43, identity, gardener, proof of force level, Lianxin. Home address, 15 Brental Avenue, Noble District."

After going through these account books, only these three people bought the dagger in October. The idiot poked his head out of the account book and began to think carefully.

Outside the window, the sky at five o'clock in the morning was still shrouded in gray darkness.

There was no light, only the crackling sound of water droplets continued.

"Walnut" also went up to the second floor, looked at the idiot, sneered, and said, "So, is there a decision? Of course, if you feel the need, we can go to each place once. Well, three times in all. how about it?"

The idiot glanced at "Walnut" without speaking. After thinking for a while, he immediately got into the windblown sand map placed on the table and checked it. After a while, he poked his head out again and looked at his eyes, the goal had been decided.

"Noble Quarter, 413 New Stahl Avenue."

The decisive voice seemed to have some surprises for the "Walnut" over there. She rolled her hair with her fingers and said, "Can you tell me why?"

"........................Don't talk nonsense, lead the way."

"...Undead, you are really very rude. Can you change your personality? This world is not a place where only tyrannical can survive. Some At that time, you also need tolerance, consideration, and kindness."

"Stop talking nonsense, hurry up and lead the way."

The idiot looked a little impatient, he stood steadily, his dark eyes staring at the "Walnut" over there.

After "Walnut" stared at the idiot for a while, she finally sighed and shook her head. Reach out, take out a small piece of soul from the idiot again, crush it...

The surrounding scenes have changed again.

After the reintegration of the graffiti-like picture again, a small and dirty room, just like this, appeared in the eyes of an idiot...

This...is it a room in the noble quarter?

Yes.

However, it is the place where the noble area and the civilian area meet.

New Stahl Avenue is located in the northwest part of the entire wind and sand. But the Pompeii Weapon Shop is located in the east of the noble district. One must cross the main road, King's Road.

It’s not that there are no weapons shops in the noble area. After looking at the map, the mercenary and the gardener lived almost all around the Pompeii Weapon Shop, but the psychological counselor lived so far away, but ran so far away. Where to buy a dagger with only the searing skill level?

why?

Is it because you don't want to be discovered?

However, the martial arts certificate still has home address and name, so this cannot be changed. That being the case, he still insisted on going here to buy. The purpose is probably not to be used for self-defense in general...It's that simple.

The idiot looked around. In this room of less than ten square meters, the idiot who had a range of activities as large as ten meters in diameter suddenly felt that his large range of activities was a bit wasteful.

There is no one here.

The bed next to it was empty, the quilt was opened randomly, and the clothes and pants on the ground were also littered, without the slightest sense of neatness.

However, the most critical point is here...

nobody.

Clues, stop here?

Over there, "Walnut" sat on the bed and sneered. After the idiot glanced at her, he immediately began to quickly check on the desk beside the bed.

Search... Search for anything that can detect clues.

As long as there is any useful information, it is extremely important for the current idiot

It is 5 am. At this time, the psychologist is not in his room, but left in a mess. Then there must be clues here.

Must... have the clues you need

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I found the clue.

The clue was caught in a book on the desk.

That is a strand of hair...

A strand of pink hair.

This strand of pink hair was made into a bookmark and sandwiched in the thick book. "Opening" the book, the content of that page is impressively written with such a line-

A study on the over-consciousness and excessive behavior of adolescents' utopian defense.

And beside that line of words, there is a small note like this——

"The young girl now is too dangerous." V