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The difference from before was that there was only one person and a figure in front of him, not groups of yellow-clad believers.
He suppressed the fear in his heart, took two steps back, leaned against the cold wall, and lowered his head silently, hoping to wait for the yellow-clad believer in front of him to pass through the street first.
But the figure in ragged yellow clothes gradually walked in his direction, making no sound or talking, just passing by him.
Hank seemed to smell some special fragrance, his hands pinched his neck uncontrollably, and his face gradually turned the color of pig liver.
His legs were struggling hard, but his hands were squeezing his neck, getting tighter and tighter.
Finally, he stopped struggling, slumped down along the wall, and died late at night.
This scene shocked the homeless man under the streetlight not far away. He quickly looked away, curled up, and kept trembling.
The ragged yellow clothes that I passed by were not found, but were still floating on the streets late at night.
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"Finally caught you!"
A sharp shout came accompanied by multiple bright lights.
The man in ragged yellow clothes was shrouded in bright light and remained silent. A fully equipped Heart of Machine member was already surrounding him.
"We've been following you for a long time!"
"In the past half month, you have often come out late at night wearing a yellow suit to commit crimes!"
"Johnson 14 days ago, Patton Sr. 8 days ago, Hank today, you have killed three people in succession!"
Faced with such accusations and siege, the figure in ragged yellow clothes showed a little panic on his face, but he snorted coldly, "You want to blaspheme the great King in Yellow?
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"Bullshit! We've found out who you are, Steven Pat, a criminal just released from the Docklands last April."
"You were arrested and imprisoned for the crime of theft. You were originally sentenced to ten years. Later, someone paid to help you smoothen your relationship and reduce your sentence. You only stayed in prison for two years before you were released."
"You have been wandering around the dock area and the south area of the bridge since you came out. Your current place of residence is inside the third bridge opening of the Backlund Bridge along the downstream river."
A member of the Heart of the Machine made it clear where Steven Parker came from.
Steven Parker, whose true identity was exposed, finally panicked, but he still roared fiercely: "I am the master of the black stars, I am the direction that all faiths follow, I am the one in yellow..."
Before he finished speaking the last sentence, his whole body was like a pile of loose sand disintegrating on the spot, leaving only a ragged yellow coat to prove that there was a person standing in this position just now.
The two members of the Heart of Machinery braved themselves and took a closer look, only to see a pile of white bone powder inside the yellow robes.
Under the light of the light in his hand, the bone powder flashed crystal white.
Suddenly a gust of wind came, swirling and blowing the pile of bone meal on the ground.
The yellow robe was also blown up by the gust of wind, filling it with bulges. It floated higher and higher, then floated into the dark night world and disappeared.
Is this just a pure coincidence?
From Steven Pat's mysterious death to his ashes being raised, it only took a few moments.
The four members of the Heart of Machinery present felt the same feeling of horror all over their bodies, as if a pair of eyes were staring at them in the shadow of the night.
Is this divine punishment for impersonating the King in Yellow?
Or perhaps, there are members of the yellow-robed monks secretly, because they can't stand people pretending to be the gods they believe in, so they take action to defend the majesty of the gods.
"let's go."
The four members of the Machine Heart did not stay here for long. The prisoner was already dead under their gaze.
As for why he died and who was behind it, it no longer matters.
In the mysterious world, extraordinary phenomena are always difficult to understand.
The beggar huddled under the street lamp, with a look of horror on his face and trembling all over. He hugged his only tattered coat and ran along the street towards the nearby church.
Late at night, the night with the stars shining down gradually returned to its usual tranquility.
The meandering water of the Tasok River is not too clear, but it still reflects the light of the stars in the sky.
Backlund was filled with fog in the middle of the night, and dim yellow light balls floated on both sides of the dark street in the distance, resembling the small lights on the forehead of a lantern fish.
The monks in yellow clothes who originally walked on the streets late at night walked along the dark streets to the east bank of the Tasok River.
They extinguished the oil lamps in their hands, and only the starlight fell, illuminating everything.
Figures lined up along the river, devoutly looking at the stars in the river, and began to worship and praise.
The whole process was orderly, and except for the faint sound of chanting, there was still silence here.
On the surface of the river, there were no other noticeable changes except for the water plants that kept swaying as the water flowed over them.
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There was no disappointment on their faces, they were used to days like this.
No one knows whether the gods will come or how they will come.
The devout worship and praise is just to add a little chance.
I want to add a non-zero number after the decimal point of the number 0, even if the distance after the decimal point is very long.
When they were about to end their activities for the night, the entire river shrouded in starlight seemed to suddenly come to life.
Starlight filled the entire river.
The stars hidden in the river seemed to be breaking away from the constraints of gravity and rising slowly from the bottom of the river.
But this change was only temporary, and soon, the starlight dimmed again.
This means that the gods appeared tonight, but they had no chance to see them.
Whenever the spirit walks the world late at night, the stars will follow him and bring endless brilliance.
The night will eventually dissipate, and a new day will begin again.
Leonard got up from the bed holding his head that was a little heavy and dizzy, went to the bathroom to wash up, and then gradually recalled the details of last night's drinking.
"I shouldn't have said anything nonsense last night, right?"
"I think should not be?"
"Would I be foolish enough to tell Hastur what happened that night?"
Leonard muttered to himself in the mirror for a while, then changed his clothes and went out. He bought a sandwich and milk on the way, and ate along the way to the office.
Not long after he sat in his seat, his team members sent him a piece of information from the Heart of Machine Team.
"Haha, someone is stupid enough to pretend to be the King in Yellow. Don't they know they have to be in awe of the unknown and mysterious existence?"
Leonard mocked and read the information patiently.
"Weigh the pros and cons and handle it yourself..." He seemed to understand the true meaning of this sentence.
The above does not ask him to be passive and slack in his work, but allows him to decide how to deal with it based on the specific things that happen.
It is good to avoid conflicts, but when encountering such incidents that harm people's lives, they must take over and deal with them to prevent the impact from spreading.
"Looking at it this way, the mysterious existence of the King in Yellow is not as vicious as imagined, and is fundamentally different from the fallen creator believed in by the madmen of the Aurora Society."
Leonard had a general idea in his mind on how to deal with the phenomenon of yellow clothes.
After finishing what he was doing, he got up and left the office room, hailed a carriage and headed to St. Samuel's Church.
You won't go wrong if you consult Archbishop Anthony beforehand.
When he stepped off the carriage and was about to enter the church door, the old man who had been silent suddenly spoke: "There is an ancient atmosphere."
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Leonard's body trembled slightly, but he quickly returned to his natural state. His eyes were as sharp and focused as an eagle's, changing from his previous casualness and laziness.
He pretended to tidy up his clothes and inadvertently glanced at the people around him from the corner of his eye.
In addition to the priest of the church, he was also familiar with some of the believers who came to pray. After all, he had spent a lot of time in St. Samuel's Church.
On the other side, Klein, who came to St. Samuel's Church to pray on time today, also saw Leonard in front of him, who was sorting his clothes.
A white shirt without a belt, paired with straight pants and a black vest, looks casual and a little bit unrestrained.
After just taking a look, Klein looked away, but he couldn't help but murmur in his heart: "It's a coincidence that I met him here today. I thought he had moved out of the North District."
But he had no intention of saying hello at the moment. He always kept a decent smile on his face, holding a cane inlaid with gold, and walked past Leonard naturally.
Chapter 466 Mr. Klein, how are you doing?
"is it him?"
"it's him."
"Could the ancient aura on his body be someone you know?"
"possible."
"Then old man, you have to hide yourself and don't be caught out."
After a brief conversation, Leonard looked at the middle-aged gentleman who was already walking in front of him.
With frosty white temples, hale and hearty, and elegant temperament, he looks like a wealthy man with a successful career.
Apart from feeling a bit like a nouveau riche, there are no big problems in other aspects.
This is the church of the goddess. As a member of the Red Gloves, he naturally has nothing to fear.
Leonard naturally followed the rich man in front and followed him through the corridor to the prayer hall.
Sitting in the third row behind him, I followed his prayers while secretly watching his movements.
When Leonard was secretly paying attention to Klein, Klein was also keenly aware of the secretly looking eyes from behind.
At first, he just thought it was a coincidence, but when Leonard followed him into the prayer hall, there must be a ghost.
Based on his understanding of Leonard, this guy doesn't have such devout faith in the goddess.
The reason why he followed up was to better observe himself. With Leonard's ability, he would definitely not be able to see clearly the abnormalities in himself, but if an old man were added, it would be hard to tell.
According to his understanding, the old man in Leonard's body should be an angel from the Zoroastrian family, that is, an angel from the Thief Path, and is on the same extraordinary path as the Blasphemer Amon.
He should have discovered the power, or traces, in himself that came from the gray mist.