Chapter 45
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Complete silence, no sound, even the air didn't seem to flow.
He witnessed the priests who had lost their faith fall of his own accord.
And suddenly realized that this seemed to be the first time he had killed someone.
Perhaps because he didn't kill him "by himself", so he didn't feel anything special.
There was no need for him to show mercy to such a person, who was about to destroy Beland, who could have killed everyone around him, so.
But he also knew it wasn't justice.
Because he was only disgusted by the Chaos Remnant Order, which has little threat.
Shen Yi was between the sky and the ground, at a high altitude, about 100 meters above the ground.
All the surrounding raindrops were stagnant as if they were pinned by invisible pins on the drawing board called "world", unable to move.
He raised his right hand and poked the water droplets that were still in the air one after another, the latter being subjected to force and turned into still water splashes.
He caught a drop of water in his hand and put it back again.
Between this, the "still thing" had undergone a wonderful change, and the total number of mysterious relics in the world has increased by one.
It’s just that no one knew about it.
Shen Yi took a deep breath, and he was now standing here as an extra-worldly god for everyone to watch. This time, the situation was even more peculiar than the previous few times.
It was another mysterious experience he had never experienced before.
Suddenly there were a lot of voices in his mind, all of which seemed to be the anguish of some people.
"The great god of the world."
"Don't reject me!"
"Please grant me peace of mind!"
The heart voices all came from the roof of an abandoned building not far away, and Shen Yi turned his head and looked over.
He could look straight at the top of the abandoned building, but could not see through the walls.
However, even if he couldn't see through the wall, he could still know the existence of the people behind the wall, and he could tell from the inner voice that the people behind should all belong to the Quiet Word's congregation.
This part of the cultists were also threats, but it didn't matter anymore.
Because he knew that the next step would be for the investigators of the Anti-Magic Bureau to wrap up completely, and what he had to do had already been done.
At this moment, the Quiet Word believers on the top floor of the abandoned building were all in disarray.
‘Why is this happening?’
Some people tried to wail, but their voices could not come out at all under the influence of the "Quiet Singer".
These people could no longer maintain their original peace of mind. It was still silent, but the congregation was in great pain, full of struggle, and their original calm face became extremely hideous.
Many people tried to shout, but could not make a sound at all.
Among them were many Nolan aristocrats, nobles, and rich people, but even the members of the royal family could not be exonerated in front of the investigators of the Anti-Magic Bureau.
Each summoning participant was sanctioned and sent to the Coronation Church for the great "purification".
It was a rare form of capital punishment.
However, what frightened them most was not simply death, but the fact that they would never have peace even after death.
The mentor had failed!
Even those who have believed in the doctrine for many years, like their mentor, were completely rejected by the Quiet Singer and could not gain peace of mind.
If so, is it that no one here can gain eternal peace of mind?
Or is it that the path was wrong from the beginning?
No one knew the truth, even if they were ten thousand times more imaginative, they could not imagine the truth at all.
The "Silent Singer" that the Order had believed in for countless years was actually played by a human being since he descended.
They could not understand the current situation, and each of them fell into great confusion.
Shen Yi, who was high in the sky, saw the grey fog emerging from all around, and he knew that ten minutes had come.
He disappeared from the sky little by little in the very large and noisy heart sounds.
In the grey mist, he did not immediately return but stroked the old-colored cross in his hand.
It was considered a harvest of the day.
Another gain was the ability of the Quiet Singers.
When he was summoned as the "Lord of Ashes" he got a white flame that could be released, and as for the "White Mist across the Shore", he got the ability to atomize.
After being summoned as "Silent Singer", what kind of abilities will I get?
He returned to the cafe with an uncontrollable curiosity.
— —
On the ground, George waved his hand slightly, ordering others not to act rashly, and gradually approached the priest's body.
Even after falling directly from a height of more than a hundred meters, the priest still did not die completely, but he had no more grace in his eyes and was just waiting for his death.
George narrowed his eyes, knowing very well that the priest must have done some kind of modification to his body, otherwise the flying knife that stabbed his spine just now would have killed him.
He had psychological expectations of the priest's defeat.
This kind of thing was too common. In history, countless sects tried to communicate and summon extraterrestrial gods, and many of them were overthrown by extraterrestrial gods.
Each of these orders was simply speculating on their ideas about the extraterrestrial gods.
Quiet words... It seems that you miscalculated... completely wrong... Your arrogant attempts to please the extra-worldly god, to gain eternal peace of mind…
"Unfortunately, all along, humans have only used their own minds to understand the gods outside the world."
While speaking through, George was stunned by the sudden realization that he could make a sound now.
The "Quiet Singer" high in the sky gradually left, and the world, which had been completely calm and those wind and rain that were still, gradually gained new vitality.
The rain began to fall again.
Investigators other than George and Su Ling finally couldn't hold on until now, sat down on the ground, sweating profusely, and were all in a state of daze.
Su Ling was also in a high degree of confusion, her body soaked in rain was baptized with sweat again, and her eyes became empty.
She stood in place and breathed deeply for a long time, trying to adjust her sanity.
However, images and sounds of "Him" still appeared in her mind from time to time.
Su Ling was dizzy, and always had a feeling that her thoughts were about to be interrupted as if she didn't want to think about anything.
She couldn’t hear anything.
"Wake up!"
It was only when she heard a sudden loud noise that she awoke from this condition.
The senses returned to normal, and the dripping rain still sounded nearby, and George was looking at herself with concern.
"Fortunately, you're still keeping your senses."George was also relieved.
Although the Anti-Magic Bureau has special psychotherapy methods, the treatment time was lengthy, and it wasn’t a pleasant experience to completely lose one's mind.
"Are you okay?" Su Ling looked at him in surprise, who seemed to be fine.
George raised his left hand. His little finger was twisted off by him, the strong will and instant pain kept him from losing consciousness.
Other investigators finally arrived at the scene one after another.
The large force of the Anti-Magic Bureau had surrounded the abandoned building while occupying various nearby prime points.
Hundreds of troops were deployed and armored vehicles and heavy weapons were used.
Every one of them knew the Quiet Word was over.
All the cultists in the abandoned building were doomed to escape, and, by now, they have lost the possibility of battle.
George exhaled a breath and said impassively in his headphones.
"Arrest all of them."
The biggest hard bone was gone, and the rest was just the finishing touches.
After a pause, he gave another command, "Su Ling, you're the first to go."
Su Ling was dazed for a moment and nodded.
Immediately, she took the action and breaks into the building, followed by investigators.
Under everyone's eyes, George pressed the black umbrella in his hand against the priest's chest.
The tip of the umbrella popped out the blade, piercing through the heart.
There was no hesitation.
"Goodbye, old friend." When he finished killing, he opened his mouth to bid farewell to the other side.
The priest looked like he had lost the will to fight and was no longer a menace, but he had a lot of experience and had no intention of letting his guard down.
Who can be completely at ease with a cultist?
After all, even the cults themselves often didn't sure about their next moment, or what they wanted to do?
George breathed a sigh of relief and slowly squatted down.
This night of chaos finally came to an end... actually confronted the god of the world... and also survived the scene...
Just now, he really thought that the entire Nolan was going to be destroyed by "Quiet Singer".
After a while, a male B-level investigator, Yaen, came.
His expression was a little ugly.
"We found a room in this building with many broken corpses. They are innocent people who have nothing to do with this world. It looked really..."
After the debriefing, Yaen left.
George nodded, the Quiet Word would kill the sacrifice before offering.
He had long known this, and in a sense, even if Quiet Words wasn’t the most dangerous of the congregations, it was certainly one of the most vicious for the common people.
Just then, he suddenly felt a strong sense of injustice.
This kind of inconsistency came from around him.
Was it from a corpse?
George, who had crouched down, stretched out a hand and examined the body carefully.
He was silent for a long time and said, "He is not Yare Villard at all ......"
But the information said the person sent into Beland was Yare Villard, the highest priest of the Quiet Word.
"What's going on?" He said to himself.
Could it be that there was an error in the information provided by the one in the cafe?
Although the Quiet Word was hit hard this time, the matter wasn’t over yet. Whether it was the question of Yare's whereabouts or the possible inner ghost in the anti-magic bureau, both matters must be dealt with as soon as possible.
George fell into deep thought and subconsciously took a cigarette out of his pocket.
However, the rain that had fallen freely, wet the cigarette butt the next moment, leaving him stunned on the spot, looking at the cigarette in his hand for a long time.
"This matter is not over yet, I have to visit the one in the cafe again."
He wondered whether the information had gone awry, or it was in another, more dire situation.
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Complete silence, no sound, even the air didn't seem to flow.
He witnessed the priests who had lost their faith fall of his own accord.
And suddenly realized that this seemed to be the first time he had killed someone.
Perhaps because he didn't kill him "by himself", so he didn't feel anything special.
There was no need for him to show mercy to such a person, who was about to destroy Beland, who could have killed everyone around him, so.
But he also knew it wasn't justice.
Because he was only disgusted by the Chaos Remnant Order, which has little threat.
Shen Yi was between the sky and the ground, at a high altitude, about 100 meters above the ground.
All the surrounding raindrops were stagnant as if they were pinned by invisible pins on the drawing board called "world", unable to move.
He raised his right hand and poked the water droplets that were still in the air one after another, the latter being subjected to force and turned into still water splashes.
He caught a drop of water in his hand and put it back again.
Between this, the "still thing" had undergone a wonderful change, and the total number of mysterious relics in the world has increased by one.
It’s just that no one knew about it.
Shen Yi took a deep breath, and he was now standing here as an extra-worldly god for everyone to watch. This time, the situation was even more peculiar than the previous few times.
It was another mysterious experience he had never experienced before.
Suddenly there were a lot of voices in his mind, all of which seemed to be the anguish of some people.
"The great god of the world."
"Don't reject me!"
"Please grant me peace of mind!"
The heart voices all came from the roof of an abandoned building not far away, and Shen Yi turned his head and looked over.
He could look straight at the top of the abandoned building, but could not see through the walls.
However, even if he couldn't see through the wall, he could still know the existence of the people behind the wall, and he could tell from the inner voice that the people behind should all belong to the Quiet Word's congregation.
This part of the cultists were also threats, but it didn't matter anymore.
Because he knew that the next step would be for the investigators of the Anti-Magic Bureau to wrap up completely, and what he had to do had already been done.
At this moment, the Quiet Word believers on the top floor of the abandoned building were all in disarray.
‘Why is this happening?’
Some people tried to wail, but their voices could not come out at all under the influence of the "Quiet Singer".
These people could no longer maintain their original peace of mind. It was still silent, but the congregation was in great pain, full of struggle, and their original calm face became extremely hideous.
Many people tried to shout, but could not make a sound at all.
Among them were many Nolan aristocrats, nobles, and rich people, but even the members of the royal family could not be exonerated in front of the investigators of the Anti-Magic Bureau.
Each summoning participant was sanctioned and sent to the Coronation Church for the great "purification".
It was a rare form of capital punishment.
However, what frightened them most was not simply death, but the fact that they would never have peace even after death.
The mentor had failed!
Even those who have believed in the doctrine for many years, like their mentor, were completely rejected by the Quiet Singer and could not gain peace of mind.
If so, is it that no one here can gain eternal peace of mind?
Or is it that the path was wrong from the beginning?
No one knew the truth, even if they were ten thousand times more imaginative, they could not imagine the truth at all.
The "Silent Singer" that the Order had believed in for countless years was actually played by a human being since he descended.
They could not understand the current situation, and each of them fell into great confusion.
Shen Yi, who was high in the sky, saw the grey fog emerging from all around, and he knew that ten minutes had come.
He disappeared from the sky little by little in the very large and noisy heart sounds.
In the grey mist, he did not immediately return but stroked the old-colored cross in his hand.
It was considered a harvest of the day.
Another gain was the ability of the Quiet Singers.
When he was summoned as the "Lord of Ashes" he got a white flame that could be released, and as for the "White Mist across the Shore", he got the ability to atomize.
After being summoned as "Silent Singer", what kind of abilities will I get?
He returned to the cafe with an uncontrollable curiosity.
— —
On the ground, George waved his hand slightly, ordering others not to act rashly, and gradually approached the priest's body.
Even after falling directly from a height of more than a hundred meters, the priest still did not die completely, but he had no more grace in his eyes and was just waiting for his death.
George narrowed his eyes, knowing very well that the priest must have done some kind of modification to his body, otherwise the flying knife that stabbed his spine just now would have killed him.
He had psychological expectations of the priest's defeat.
This kind of thing was too common. In history, countless sects tried to communicate and summon extraterrestrial gods, and many of them were overthrown by extraterrestrial gods.
Each of these orders was simply speculating on their ideas about the extraterrestrial gods.
Quiet words... It seems that you miscalculated... completely wrong... Your arrogant attempts to please the extra-worldly god, to gain eternal peace of mind…
"Unfortunately, all along, humans have only used their own minds to understand the gods outside the world."
While speaking through, George was stunned by the sudden realization that he could make a sound now.
The "Quiet Singer" high in the sky gradually left, and the world, which had been completely calm and those wind and rain that were still, gradually gained new vitality.
The rain began to fall again.
Investigators other than George and Su Ling finally couldn't hold on until now, sat down on the ground, sweating profusely, and were all in a state of daze.
Su Ling was also in a high degree of confusion, her body soaked in rain was baptized with sweat again, and her eyes became empty.
She stood in place and breathed deeply for a long time, trying to adjust her sanity.
However, images and sounds of "Him" still appeared in her mind from time to time.
Su Ling was dizzy, and always had a feeling that her thoughts were about to be interrupted as if she didn't want to think about anything.
She couldn’t hear anything.
"Wake up!"
It was only when she heard a sudden loud noise that she awoke from this condition.
The senses returned to normal, and the dripping rain still sounded nearby, and George was looking at herself with concern.
"Fortunately, you're still keeping your senses."George was also relieved.
Although the Anti-Magic Bureau has special psychotherapy methods, the treatment time was lengthy, and it wasn’t a pleasant experience to completely lose one's mind.
"Are you okay?" Su Ling looked at him in surprise, who seemed to be fine.
George raised his left hand. His little finger was twisted off by him, the strong will and instant pain kept him from losing consciousness.
Other investigators finally arrived at the scene one after another.
The large force of the Anti-Magic Bureau had surrounded the abandoned building while occupying various nearby prime points.
Hundreds of troops were deployed and armored vehicles and heavy weapons were used.
Every one of them knew the Quiet Word was over.
All the cultists in the abandoned building were doomed to escape, and, by now, they have lost the possibility of battle.
George exhaled a breath and said impassively in his headphones.
"Arrest all of them."
The biggest hard bone was gone, and the rest was just the finishing touches.
After a pause, he gave another command, "Su Ling, you're the first to go."
Su Ling was dazed for a moment and nodded.
Immediately, she took the action and breaks into the building, followed by investigators.
Under everyone's eyes, George pressed the black umbrella in his hand against the priest's chest.
The tip of the umbrella popped out the blade, piercing through the heart.
There was no hesitation.
"Goodbye, old friend." When he finished killing, he opened his mouth to bid farewell to the other side.
The priest looked like he had lost the will to fight and was no longer a menace, but he had a lot of experience and had no intention of letting his guard down.
Who can be completely at ease with a cultist?
After all, even the cults themselves often didn't sure about their next moment, or what they wanted to do?
George breathed a sigh of relief and slowly squatted down.
This night of chaos finally came to an end... actually confronted the god of the world... and also survived the scene...
Just now, he really thought that the entire Nolan was going to be destroyed by "Quiet Singer".
After a while, a male B-level investigator, Yaen, came.
His expression was a little ugly.
"We found a room in this building with many broken corpses. They are innocent people who have nothing to do with this world. It looked really..."
After the debriefing, Yaen left.
George nodded, the Quiet Word would kill the sacrifice before offering.
He had long known this, and in a sense, even if Quiet Words wasn’t the most dangerous of the congregations, it was certainly one of the most vicious for the common people.
Just then, he suddenly felt a strong sense of injustice.
This kind of inconsistency came from around him.
Was it from a corpse?
George, who had crouched down, stretched out a hand and examined the body carefully.
He was silent for a long time and said, "He is not Yare Villard at all ......"
But the information said the person sent into Beland was Yare Villard, the highest priest of the Quiet Word.
"What's going on?" He said to himself.
Could it be that there was an error in the information provided by the one in the cafe?
Although the Quiet Word was hit hard this time, the matter wasn’t over yet. Whether it was the question of Yare's whereabouts or the possible inner ghost in the anti-magic bureau, both matters must be dealt with as soon as possible.
George fell into deep thought and subconsciously took a cigarette out of his pocket.
However, the rain that had fallen freely, wet the cigarette butt the next moment, leaving him stunned on the spot, looking at the cigarette in his hand for a long time.
"This matter is not over yet, I have to visit the one in the cafe again."
He wondered whether the information had gone awry, or it was in another, more dire situation.
Complete silence, no sound, even the air didn't seem to flow.He witnessed the priests who had lost their faith fall of his own accord.And suddenly realized that this seemed to be the first time he had killed someone.Perhaps because he didn't kill him "by himself", so he didn't feel anything special.There was no need for him to show mercy to such a person, who was about to destroy Beland, who could have killed everyone around him, so.But he also knew it wasn't justice.Because he was only disgusted by the Chaos Remnant Order, which has little threat.Shen Yi was between the sky and the ground, at a high altitude, about 100 meters above the ground.All the surrounding raindrops were stagnant as if they were pinned by invisible pins on the drawing board called "world", unable to move.He raised his right hand and poked the water droplets that were still in the air one after another, the latter being subjected to force and turned into still water splashes.He caught a drop of water in his hand and put it back again.Between this, the "still thing" had undergone a wonderful change, and the total number of mysterious relics in the world has increased by one.It's just that no one knew about it.Shen Yi took a deep breath, and he was now standing here as an extra-worldly god for everyone to watch. This time, the situation was even more peculiar than the previous few times.It was another mysterious experience he had never experienced before.Suddenly there were a lot of voices in his mind, all of which seemed to be the anguish of some people."The great god of the world.""Don't reject me!""Please grant me peace of mind!"The heart voices all came from the roof of an abandoned building not far away, and Shen Yi turned his head and looked over.He could look straight at the top of the abandoned building, but could not see through the walls.However, even if he couldn't see through the wall, he could still know the existence of the people behind the wall, and he could tell from the inner voice that the people behind should all belong to the Quiet Word's congregation.This part of the cultists were also threats, but it didn't matter anymore.Because he knew that the next step would be for the investigators of the Anti-Magic Bureau to wrap up completely, and what he had to do had already been done.At this moment, the Quiet Word believers on the top floor of the abandoned building were all in disarray.Why is this happening?'Some people tried to wail, but their voices could not come out at all under the influence of the "Quiet Singer".These people could no longer maintain their original peace of mind. It was still silent, but the congregation was in great pain, full of struggle, and their original calm face became extremely hideous.Many people tried to shout, but could not make a sound at all.Among them were many Nolan aristocrats, nobles, and rich people, but even the members of the royal family could not be exonerated in front of the investigators of the Anti-Magic Bureau.Each summoning participant was sanctioned and sent to the Coronation Church for the great "purification".It was a rare form of capital punishment.However, what frightened them most was not simply death, but the fact that they would never have peace even after death.The mentor had failed!Even those who have believed in the doctrine for many years, like their mentor, were completely rejected by the Quiet Singer and could not gain peace of mind.If so, is it that no one here can gain eternal peace of mind?Or is it that the path was wrong from the beginning?No one knew the truth, even if they were ten thousand times more imaginative, they could not imagine the truth at all.The "Silent Singer" that the Order had believed in for countless years was actually played by a human being since he descended.They could not understand the current situation, and each of them fell into great confusion.Shen Yi, who was high in the sky, saw the grey fog emerging from all around, and he knew that ten minutes had come.He disappeared from the sky little by little in the very large and noisy heart sounds.In the grey mist, he did not immediately return but stroked the old-colored cross in his hand.It was considered a harvest of the day.Another gain was the ability of the Quiet Singers.When he was summoned as the "Lord of Ashes" he got a white flame that could be released, and as for the "White Mist across the Shore", he got the ability to atomize.After being summoned as "Silent Singer", what kind of abilities will I get?He returned to the cafe with an uncontrollable curiosity. On the ground, George waved his hand slightly, ordering others not to act rashly, and gradually approached the priest's body.Even after falling directly from a height of more than a hundred meters, the priest still did not die completely, but he had no more grace in his eyes and was just waiting for his death.George narrowed his eyes, knowing very well that the priest must have done some kind of modification to his body, otherwise the flying knife that stabbed his spine just now would have killed him.He had psychological expectations of the priest's defeat.This kind of thing was too common. In history, countless sects tried to communicate and summon extraterrestrial gods, and many of them were overthrown by extraterrestrial gods.Each of these orders was simply speculating on their ideas about the extraterrestrial gods.Quiet words... It seems that you miscalculated... completely wrong... Your arrogant attempts to please the extra-worldly god, to gain eternal peace of mind"Unfortunately, all along, humans have only used their own minds to understand the gods outside the world."While speaking through, George was stunned by the sudden realization that he could make a sound now.The "Quiet Singer" high in the sky gradually left, and the world, which had been completely calm and those wind and rain that were still, gradually gained new vitality.The rain began to fall again.Investigators other than George and Su Ling finally couldn't hold on until now, sat down on the ground, sweating profusely, and were all in a state of daze.Su Ling was also in a high degree of confusion, her body soaked in rain was baptized with sweat again, and her eyes became empty.She stood in place and breathed deeply for a long time, trying to adjust her sanity.However, images and sounds of "Him" still appeared in her mind from time to time.Su Ling was dizzy, and always had a feeling that her thoughts were about to be interrupted as if she didn't want to think about anything.She couldn't hear anything."Wake up!"It was only when she heard a sudden loud noise that she awoke from this condition.The senses returned to normal, and the dripping rain still sounded nearby, and George was looking at herself with concern."Fortunately, you're still keeping your senses."George was also relieved.Although the Anti-Magic Bureau has special psychotherapy methods, the treatment time was lengthy, and it wasn't a pleasant experience to completely lose one's mind."Are you okay?" Su Ling looked at him in surprise, who seemed to be fine.George raised his left hand. His little finger was twisted off by him, the strong will and instant pain kept him from losing consciousness.Other investigators finally arrived at the scene one after another.The large force of the Anti-Magic Bureau had surrounded the abandoned building while occupying various nearby prime points.Hundreds of troops were deployed and armored vehicles and heavy weapons were used.Every one of them knew the Quiet Word was over.All the cultists in the abandoned building were doomed to escape, and, by now, they have lost the possibility of battle.George exhaled a breath and said impassively in his headphones."Arrest all of them."The biggest hard bone was gone, and the rest was just the finishing touches.After a pause, he gave another command, "Su Ling, you're the first to go."Su Ling was dazed for a moment and nodded.Immediately, she took the action and breaks into the building, followed by investigators.Under everyone's eyes, George pressed the black umbrella in his hand against the priest's chest.The tip of the umbrella popped out the blade, piercing through the heart.There was no hesitation."Goodbye, old friend." When he finished killing, he opened his mouth to bid farewell to the other side.The priest looked like he had lost the will to fight and was no longer a menace, but he had a lot of experience and had no intention of letting his guard down.Who can be completely at ease with a cultist?After all, even the cults themselves often didn't sure about their next moment, or what they wanted to do?George breathed a sigh of relief and slowly squatted down.This night of chaos finally came to an end... actually confronted the god of the world... and also survived the scene...Just now, he really thought that the entire Nolan was going to be destroyed by "Quiet Singer".After a while, a male B-level investigator, Yaen, came.His expression was a little ugly."We found a room in this building with many broken corpses. They are innocent people who have nothing to do with this world. It looked really..."After the debriefing, Yaen left.George nodded, the Quiet Word would kill the sacrifice before offering.He had long known this, and in a sense, even if Quiet Words wasn't the most dangerous of the congregations, it was certainly one of the most vicious for the common people.Just then, he suddenly felt a strong sense of injustice.This kind of inconsistency came from around him.Was it from a corpse?George, who had crouched down, stretched out a hand and examined the body carefully.He was silent for a long time and said, "He is not Yare Villard at all ......"But the information said the person sent into Beland was Yare Villard, the highest priest of the Quiet Word."What's going on?" He said to himself.Could it be that there was an error in the information provided by the one in the cafe?Although the Quiet Word was hit hard this time, the matter wasn't over yet. Whether it was the question of Yare's whereabouts or the possible inner ghost in the anti-magic bureau, both matters must be dealt with as soon as possible.George fell into deep thought and subconsciously took a cigarette out of his pocket.However, the rain that had fallen freely, wet the cigarette butt the next moment, leaving him stunned on the spot, looking at the cigarette in his hand for a long time."This matter is not over yet, I have to visit the one in the cafe again."He wondered whether the information had gone awry, or it was in another, more dire situation.
