Overturned Tower

"Do you think a demon sounds a bit like an elf?"

Bad Day easily read Russell's thoughts.

He smiled, but his voice became quiet: "We think so too."

"So…"

"—But it's just a feeling. A conjecture without any evidence is a guess. So no matter what you think, don't say it, he may make you preconceived."

Speaking of this, Bad Ri sighed: "The more you investigate history and the more familiar you are with the past, the more you can detect almost astonishing coincidences in today's world...

"Almost all supernatural abilities have intersections. Mage can transform the power of demons and angels, and Russell, your psionic power can also carry holy ranks and spells. The demons that have replaced the host's consciousness after hatching are the same as those elf directors. Carrying a destiny that must be fulfilled... All this is by no means contrary. It is more like a split of something greater. The dragon prevents us from investigating history, and I think it should be for similar reasons.

"That's why we keep saying that history must hide secrets that change everything—this is exactly the meaning of our Tower of Babel."

"...Ba, Tower of Babel!"

The Paradise Bird shrunk behind Russell exclaimed.

She was born in the lower city and had also joined a gang. At a very young age, I heard about this notorious memory thieves group.

In other words, it is precisely because it is wanted by the highest standard in the whole sky island, disgusted and vigilant by the company and even the giant dragon... Such a high hostile standard, so that it has become an idol worshiped by many people in the lower city, and a model to imitate object. Some people even regard the Tower of Babel as the spiritual leader who rebelled against the company.

Paradise Bird realized something, she raised her head to look at Russell in the "detective" form, and looked at the inferior with some hesitation.

"Can I join the Tower of Babel?"

Without waiting for Bad Day and Russell to ask, she took the initiative to say: "You are also from the Tower of Babel."

"Yes. My code name in Babel is Barber."

The middle-aged man with short white hair and a benevolent face nodded: "But... how did you come up with the idea of ​​joining the Tower of Babel?

"I thought that you would feel resistance to an organization like the Tower of Babel..."

Russell has already figured out how to persuade Paradise Bird to come in.

But he didn't expect that Paradise Bird offered to join before he even opened his mouth.

"It's not that I have any feelings for the church... my father mentioned to me back then that the church is not pure. I just... On the one hand, I want to follow in my father's footsteps and take a look at the place where he used to be. On the other hand , in order to be closer to you!

"If you are in the executive department and I'm just an uncoded person in the downtown area, I can only cause trouble for Mr. Barber. Mr. Strangling is not the type who is good at taking care of people, and I can't help him. Maybe because of my The existence of the hands and feet."

Paradise Bird said quickly without hesitation: "Now, I have no relatives and no home... You are my savior, the predecessor I admire, and the person I want to follow.

"That's why I want to join the church—I want to use the power of the church to become more useful to help you accomplish your ideals.

"Being able to stay in the same organization as you and move forward with the same fate... This is exactly my wish!"

Paradise Bird obviously thought about these words over and over for a long time before, so now he can say them so smoothly, almost blurting out.

Her double admiration for "the barber" and "father" is beyond words.

But just saying such bold words made the shy Bird of Paradise blush.

Because of this, her bright red jewel-like eyes are even more vivid. The morning dew rolls on the dove's blood ruby.

The middle-aged man who looked to be only thirty or forty years old, with deep eye sockets and a mature and handsome face, with two deep nasolabial folds on his face, but no wrinkles on his forehead and around the corners of his eyes, was moved by Paradise Bird's words look.

"Hua Yu..."

He murmured in a low voice, and subconsciously read the real name of Paradise Bird.

He reached out and touched Paradise Bird's head. The familiar touch and stroking technique made Paradise Bird burst into tears.

And Russell also understood Paradise Bird's determination.

From the core of the personality of the "detective", a complex feeling of worry, relief, sadness, loss, and joy emerges.

"Good boy."

He replied calmly but firmly: "No need to worry. No matter where you are, I will protect you."

"I don't want to be protected by Mr. Barber—"

Paradise Bird replied without hesitation: "I want to be your protector."

"It's all right, no problem."

Russell does not argue with children about this kind of question.

He has also been at this age, so he knows very well the strong self-confidence that Paradise Bird has built after suddenly gaining great power.

Confidence is a good thing - she has a light in her eyes because of it.

Russell touched Paradise Bird's head, turned his head to look at Xiang Bad Ri: "I will leave the child's affairs to you."

Bad Ri put his hands on his chest and said with a smile: "Don't worry, your junior is naturally my junior..."

"Cheated Kangxi"

"Speaking of which, I have no direct relationship with you."

Russell complained: "Your teacher is that man, not my mother. According to seniority, my mother should be regarded as your teacher's wife, right?"

"Not now, but maybe later."

Bad Day said meaningfully.

"…Um?"

Russell froze for a moment.

But Bad Ri didn't explain. He just looked back at Tiansonglai, who seemed to have turned into a vegetative state, completely lost life and remained motionless: "What are you going to do with it? Do you want it to bleed to death like this?"

"In that case, let it be what it wants."

Russell shook his head, and stretched out his hand to sprinkle the light of the holy order on the broken body sent by the gods: "Although our Tower of Babel is not a messenger of justice... But at least as far as I am concerned, I cannot accept a A demon that maliciously entraps the host, and can use thousands of lives as firewood at will. If you kill it, you will give it freedom—killing it is only a gift from heaven, not a disaster from heaven.”

When he said this, his eyes became a little complicated: "In the end, this is also the responsibility of our Tower of Babel.

"The one who released this demon is Miss Huachu. She thinks she can control the demon that she induced awakening, but she doesn't realize that God-sent Misfortune is a 'devil awakener'. In this case, it is our duty to deal with it. We We can’t be less responsible than the company—since we want to fight against the company, we can’t fall into the abyss together.”

Russell said seriously.

"I don't think it's Huazhi's fault," Bad Sun shrugged, "This is the first time God sent me to try to escape... It should be his previous generation host that polluted it. Huazhi probably knew someone from before. A generation of godsends, so don't think it's dangerous. But I didn't expect this guy to have completely changed."

"Miss Huachu has been swimming on the edge of danger and out of control. Sooner or later, something will happen. The so-called good swimmer drowns, and this is the result."

Russell shook his head stubbornly, frowning: "She promised me that she would not conduct such a dangerous experiment in the future. But she promised too lightly, and I am a little bit unconvinced. This matter must be dealt with ..."

"Okay, okay, I'll watch over Huachu for you, so don't keep preaching."

Bad Ri raised his hand helplessly and made a gesture of surrender: "You are really troublesome in this form...how about you change back first?"

"This is not preaching, but righteousness. It is what should be done, and what should be followed."

Russell replied seriously, raising his hand.

Under his treatment, God sent misfortune to save his life at least for now. His upper body healed directly, but he couldn't live long like this.

The deep nasolabial folds on his face made him look majestic and stable: "I probably thought of a way to deal with this demon, but I have to hide him for a while first."

"It would be dangerous to lock him here directly."

Bad Ri reminded: "At least his chip must be removed, otherwise this place will be easily located."

"Is the island of happiness also between these roads?"

"Is it there? At present ~www.wuxiahere.com~ is indeed somewhere in the lower city of Happy Island... I will take you to see it next time."

As Bad Ri said, he turned "Tiansong" with his eyes closed, and reached out to tap the back of his head lightly.

The chip sent by Tiansong was easily smashed by him.

Afterwards, Bad Ri turned his head and asked, "What are you going to do with it? Send it to the dream world and let Zhongxiang forge it into a wedge of the soul?"

"That's too difficult. It is now imprisoned in this half of the body, but if it enters the dream world, it will be a complete consciousness. For it, it is home."

Russell shook his head: "And it is an independent consciousness after all, even if it is brought to the dream world, it will enter the original wilderness first... I don't have the means to arrest the devil, the wedge of pain can only extract the source of the holy order. Even if I know the way, I don’t have the confidence to tie it from the original wilderness to the final village. It would be bad if I escaped in the middle.”

"So what are you going to do? Lock it up with your container?"

"No, I'm going to find Director Amyrus."

The middle-aged man with short white hair said solemnly: "As the technical manager of Thoth's psychic power, he must have a way.

"—The 'Mammon' back then has never been born again."