Dong dong dong.
A slightly sharp knock on the door echoed in the office.
A voice full of weakness and indifference came out:
"Please come in."
Lumian twisted the handle and pushed open the vermilion door, revealing the pale and thin young man.
Wearing a blue shirt, black vest and dark formal attire, he stood at a wide desk and was looking at the door.
It was found that the visitor was Bono. After Goodwell, this man named Tibert. Jacques' assistant secretary laughed:
"Don't worry, decay is a fate that everything can't escape, humans are like this, organizations are like this, and once it starts to decline, all kinds of problems will arise......"
Before he finished speaking, he saw Lumian approaching him a few steps, and suddenly became vigilant, and blurted out:
"What are you going to do......"
Bang! Lumian threw a punch, accompanied by a blazing crimson flame.
This interrupted Tibert's words, forcing him to instinctively raise his hand and cover the punch with his forearm.
The fire flashed away, burning his sleeves.
At the same time, he heard an extremely mocking voice:
"So weak?"
Lumian originally planned to use flames to cover his fists, an attack method that would not be noticed by the surrounding staff, and took advantage of the chaos to pull out the "Fallen Mercury" to create a wound on the opponent, and then forcibly crossed the target before he came to his senses, and broke away from the earthy yellow building where the councilor's office was located from the balcony.
In this process, you can use fireballs, "fire crow techniques" and other methods to slow down the enemy, fighting for some injuries, but also in the grid. Anyway, the "armor" made by the flames can burn pathogens, and if the contact time is not long, Lumian is unlikely to contract the disease, even if there is an omission, the symptoms will be relatively mild, enough to keep him going until six o'clock in the morning.
If not, he can still go to Franka and borrow half a bottle of healing potion.
With the elderly physique of the scavenger Ruhl, he could not get sick until an hour or two after being exposed to the thick phlegm of the disease, and Lumian believed that he had no problem.
Of course, the premise was that the thick phlegm was Tibert's more powerful method, he couldn't create a severe disease that could cause symptoms to break out in a minute or two, otherwise, Lumian also had flames to use to protect himself.
And now, through a brief fight, he discovered that Tibert. Jacques is much weaker than he thought!
This made Lumian change his mind in an instant.
Silently, his body surface was covered with a layer of crimson flames.
The flame is like a stream of water, separated from the skin, hair, clothes, and hats in an invisible vacuum, suspended there, constantly burning, constantly flowing.
In Lumian's body, a stream of crimson continued to emerge, blending into them.
This made Lumian feel like he was wearing a crimson cloak that covered his whole body, and between the beating tongues of fire, his disguised face and blue eyes that seemed to have two flames burning were vaguely revealed.
With a snap, he threw away the dark civilization stick in his hand and blasted at Tibert with another fist swirling with flames.
The handle of the cane was still burning red, burning the place where handprints, fingerprints and sweat would be left.
Bang bang, Tibert was beaten back two steps in a row, as if he was facing a flamestorm, and his eyes were full of jumping crimson.
He made a sound and suddenly spat thick phlegm at Lumian.
The yellow and green thick phlegm was stopped by the "flame cloak", and it was burned in an instant, making a sizzling sound.
Bang bang bang! Lumian waved his arms around the crimson flames, pinned Tibert in the corner of the office, leaving him with his back against the wall, next to the cabinet, unable to escape, unable to retreat, and passively using his arms to parry.
Seeing that the "phlegm of disease" had not worked, and the surrounding air was getting hotter and higher under the influence of the scorching flames and the source of high temperature, making his skin start to heat up.
But as soon as he opened his mouth, Lumian's flame fist came with a bang and hit his arm, causing his whole body to tremble, and his words were forcibly blocked in his throat.
Tibert wanted to call for help again and again, but was interrupted by the other party just right, and the enemy's low voice kept echoing in his ears:
"Just this little bit of strength?"
"How dare a weak chick like you spit on the ground?"
"Didn't the gods you believe in tell you not to do uncivilized behavior?"
"I will find a hundred homeless people, and everyone will spit a mouthful of phlegm in your mouth!"
This mockery made Tibert's eyes turn red, and he briefly forgot about asking for help, just wanting to make the other party festering and die.
Translucent blisters appeared on his exposed skin, filled with a pale yellowish-black disgusting liquid.
Bang bang bang!
Lumian's flaming fist burned Tibert's sleeve and broke the translucent blister there, but the pale yellowish-black disgusting liquid did not touch his skin, first burning for a round of flames and then blocking it with a glove.
And those pathogens remaining on the surface of the gloves also quickly died out under the crimson flames that followed up.
In the continuous but not fatal blows, in the environment where the temperature was getting higher and higher, all the translucent blisters burst on their own, and the pale yellow and black liquid evaporated, forming a fog around Tibert that was almost invisible to the naked eye.
But these mists were either burned by the flames or melted by the high temperature, unable to penetrate the "Flame Cloak" and erode Lumian's body.
At this time, Tibert, who had been beaten several times, recovered from the "provocation" and was about to open his mouth again and shout for help.
The hot gas and the dissipated flames burst into Tibert's mouth with the bombardment of Lumian's fist, making his expression distorted and unable to scream.
"Is it cool? Does this feel good?"
"When you were spitting, did you ever think that there would be today's ending?"
"Killing you is no different from killing a chicken!"
Lumian stared into Tibert's eyes, watching despair, horror, and pleas gradually emerge in his eyes.
He didn't stop, and the fist swirling with crimson flames was another round of heavy rain blows.
He didn't think about bypassing Tibert's arms, and every punch hit there.
With a muffled bang, Lumian suddenly stopped and withdrew his hands.
Tibert stood with his back against the wall, his eyes empty and motionless.
The flames on Lumian's body suddenly disappeared like an inverted river, and only the place where his footprints remained was still a little red.
He didn't even look at Tibert, bent down to pick up the civilization stick, took out Mr. K's finger, and used it to press a fingerprint on the wall beside Tibert.
After doing these things, Lumian took off his half-top hat, put it on his chest, and bowed to Tibert.
Then, he stepped over the prey of the statue and walked into the balcony, from the edge shrouded in shadow, against the wall, and easily jumped to the side of the earthy yellow building.
It wasn't until this time that the upstairs didn't notice anything, and a few people rushed out and looked outside, while Lumian's figure had merged into the dark alley.
At the same time, a dull sound came from Tibert's body, who was standing dull and stiff.
Boom!
He suddenly exploded from the inside out, and pieces of flesh and internal organs were sprinkled everywhere with some crimson flames.
"Ignition"!
The "fire" of the "arsonist"!
Before Lumian left, Tibert was actually close to death, his internal organs and brain occupied by the infused flames, and then mainly devastated his spirit body.
Lumian changed his mind at the last minute and did not use the fastest and easiest way to kill Tibert for three reasons:
Although those people have most likely become believers in evil gods, the second is to use implosion to create a scene full of flesh and blood, combined with Mr. K's fingerprints, to lead the follow-up investigation to the "Aurora Society", and to clearly imply that Tibert is an evil god believer, and the third is to use "fire" to delay the explosion to destroy Tibert's spiritual body and maximize the harvest of "psychics" of the evil god's favorites.
In addition, there is another reason that is not a reason, that is, killing Tibert in this way of beating and scolding for a while makes him more comfortable.
…………
Not long after, including Huge. Artois and seven or eight people, including the red-haired lady and the secretary of gold-rimmed glasses, rushed to Tibert. Jacques's door.
They saw flesh, pieces, and internal organs all over the ground, and saw a large number of scorched marks.
This red and black interlaced picture is extremely visually impactful, making everyone present silent for a while.
"Who did it?" Yuge. Artois asked with a slight horror.
In his opinion, killing Tibert and leaving such a scene is warning him and giving him a death warning!
Otherwise, who would go to trouble with an assistant secretary?
The red-haired lady looked at Huge. Artois glanced at it and said in a neutral voice:
"The one who did it seemed to be an 'arsonist', or even more powerful, with Tibert's strength, he should have been killed in ten seconds, but the attacker chose the ability to take longer.
"His purpose seems to be to create such a scene, which is the style of the group of lunatics in the 'Aurora Society'."
Yuge. Artois's pupils shrank, and he was silent for two seconds and said:
"Why is the 'Aurora Society' targeting me?"
"I don't know." The red-haired lady stared deeply at Yuge. Artois glanced at it and shook his head.
When the official extraordinary person began to investigate, the person who originally belonged to the campaign team returned to Huge. Inside Artois's office.
The red-haired lady looked at the secretary wearing gold-rimmed glasses:
"What has Tibert done recently?"
"He was irritated by long-term illness, deliberately discarded the handkerchief with the disease, and killed two elderly scavengers without children." The secretary wearing gold-rimmed glasses replied truthfully, "This matter has been suppressed by me."
The red-haired lady said to herself:
"Two elderly waste pickers without children...... Thibert's death seems to really point to Mr. Congressman."
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(End of this chapter)