"A serial killer on the wanted warrant has a very similar aura to Lilith?" Yemenga was surprised, "So weird?"

This is indeed a very strange situation. If Zhuo Yila and Lilith have fully proved the relationship between him, there can be a second person with a similar aura as Lilith. What does this mean?

Key elements appeared one after another, but the situation did not turn brighter. Instead, it was covered with layers of thick fog, making people increasingly unable to see through.

"The situation is getting more and more interesting." Yemenggard felt fun.

"Do you have any clues?"

"It's because you have no clues." Yemengard shrugged, "It's very curious about how these clues will eventually burst out."

Xiziyue understood.

The current situation is like a powder keg that is constantly accumulating energy. The more they are at a loss, the more it means that the powder keg is constantly becoming dangerous.

It is indeed trembling and exciting, but it is also very troublesome and difficult. Do you know how powerful it can be at the moment it detonates.

"I also have a very interesting information here, do you want to listen?" Ye Mengga said mysteriously.

"What information?" Xiziyue was curious.

"I went out to collect intelligence yesterday. This time I visited an old witch who lives by the sea. She is said to be the oldest person in the city, nearly a hundred years old, and knows that many have not been recorded in the news, but

Something that has been forgotten by people."

"Old witch?" Nishikotsu was surprised by the existence of this profession.

"It is probably similar to the medieval gypsy people who make a living by holding crystal balls to divine people. After I carefully investigated, I found that there are many such gypsy witches in this city. In terms of setting, they are from some kind of destruction.

It was very unfortunate that the country fled."

"The witch I met is the oldest and most charlatan among them. She seems to have a dragon bloodline of a considerable purity... Only such people with dragon blood flowing in their bodies can resist

The memory of this city is eroding, remembering what happened a long time ago.”

"She told me that the history of this city is actually far shorter than everyone thought. Eighty years ago, it was a dilapidated small fishing village. The climate was cold, and people made a living by selling animal fur and fishing, but from some

After the incident, the development level here suddenly ushered in an explosive improvement, and it became today's level in less than twenty years."

"Some event?" Xiziyue's unexpected surprises came one after another.

"Forgot? There has always been a legend related to the female demon in this city, saying that a witch who is immortal inhabited in the depths of the northwest sea." Yemengard reminded.

"According to the description of the witch of Gypsy, the legend is true, and its roots are something that happened decades ago when the city was still a fishing village."

"The witch herself can't remember what happened at that time, but she only remembers that the fire was soaring into the sky, and a woman was tied to a cross and burned to death."

Hearing this, Xiziyue's shoulders shook, as if the flames were rushing towards her own body.

With the blessing of profile, her ability to immerse herself has always been very strong.

"The person who was burned to death...is a witch?" Xiziyue asked subconsciously.

"It's basically her. After all, the witch told me later that the woman cursed everyone in the city before she died, saying that they would come to destruction one day and she would return...

...How is it? It's very old-fashioned, right? This story." Yemengard shrugged without any worries.

"Then does she have a specific date for the destruction?"

"This witch didn't say it, but I think this day should be not far away... For example, the day when the dust settled for the mayoral election."

Nishizuki could hear it, and Yemenggard consciously bound all the clues to the main line of mayoral election.

"In addition to this curse, after that, the legend of the immortal witch appeared on the ice sea in the northwest direction also became rampant. Many warriors organized fleets to attack, but all of them were gone, only one ship after another

The boat drifted back to the port, which was very scary. Gradually, people stopped exploring that area of ​​sea, and they decided that there was a dead end there."

"I've finished speaking, what do you want to say?" said Yemengat.

"Not yet, I'll have no clue for a while." Xiziyue said, "But the smell of gunpowder has become stronger again."

It still feels like that. There is clearly a vague connection between them, but it is impossible to accurately say what kind of feeling it is.

There is a certain key element missing...or something she overlooks.

"Since you don't even have a clear idea, then you can only take it slowly." Yemengard said, "You can handle the mayor's line, and leave the witch to me, and just make such a happy decision?"

"There is any movement on Zhuo Yila, let's hang up first." Xiziyue heard the rustling sound from the bedroom, immediately put down the phone, pretending that nothing had happened and sat quietly on the sofa.

On the other side of the door, in the dim room, the moonlight shone through the windowsill into every corner of the room.

Zhuo Yila lay on her back on her bed, pillowing her eyes with her hands on her back.

Since she had finished her day's work and returned to the room, of course she didn't have to maintain her capable outfit during the day.

High heels, skirts, velvet hats, and wool sweaters scattered from the door to the front of the bed, and two socks were placed horizontally on the cosmetics in front of the dressing table. Now she was wearing only a thin white nightgown, and the moonlight was on her nightgown

The folds flow quietly.

As Xiziyue said, the fact that facing a backlash on the road to elections has a big blow to her, and she has been so depressed for a long time.

As time passed, the night became richer, and she occasionally rolled on the bed and adjusted her comfortable posture.

In this way, her vision met outside the window.

On the smooth and translucent glass, she looked like she was lying on the bed.

It seemed as if another self appeared outside the window.

"Don't give up, because I haven't given up on you yet."

Her own lips were stammering, as if she was talking to herself, and only she could hear the volume clearly.

Outside the door, Xi Ziyue was always cautiously eavesdropping.

She could feel what Zhuo Yila was saying, but she couldn't hear what she was saying.

This is really hell. Isn’t she the only one in the room? Who is she talking to? Or is she talking to herself?

Suddenly, Xiziyue heard the sound of the other party getting out of bed, and her footsteps leaned towards the door.

Xiziyue immediately returned to the sofa and continued to calm down.

The door was naturally pushed open, and Zhuo Yila stepped out of the door and looked at Xiziyue from afar.

Her mental outlook looked very stable, but the unhidden redness and swelling at the corners of her eyes meant that she had indeed wiped her tears.

"Do you have any instructions?" Xiziyue spoke first.

Zhuo Yila took a deep breath and calmed down: "The election activities will be carried out as usual."
Chapter completed!