Chapter 307: Camus in the Economic Crisis

Just after Laura and the others left, among the ruins, Ernie crawled out from under the ruins in disgrace. He looked at the basically destroyed Frank City with his mouth wide open. In order to escape the pursuit of the Moulin Rouge, he had to hide in In the basement, he didn't expect that he would be buried alive in the rubble with a sudden earthquake. When he came out, he saw this scene.

"What happened? They didn't do it, right? The noise was too big." He saw broken eaves and broken walls everywhere in his eyes. Some people who had survived the disaster were either crying bitterly or digging at the ruins. Ernie Looking at all this, his mouth opened wide subconsciously. This was really too weird. He had no choice but to grab a relatively normal person and asked in a low voice. When he found out what happened here, he suddenly became excited and thought to himself You can't stay in this place. If they find it, you'll be doomed.

"Where are you going, Yoder Ernie." Just when Ernie was about to turn around and leave, he suddenly heard a joking voice. He then turned around and found a man wearing a black jacket, blond hair, a delicate face, and a long waist. The lady holding the sword and the gun were looking at him. The distance between them was only a few centimeters, and Ernie even smelled a faint fragrance.

"Fuck..." Seeing this scene, Ernie shrank his eyes and cursed subconsciously. He quickly reached for the pistol at his waist.

"Bang..." Caitlin spat out her red lips. Ernie immediately found that all the bullets in the pistol had been ejected. He immediately knew that he had provoked a big shot, but he seemed to know him. He had obviously changed his face. How did you recognize it?

"Who are you?" Knowing that he couldn't run away, Ernie threw the pistol away and asked carelessly.

"Your father and I are friends. The necklace around your neck was given to you by your father, right? No wonder our makeup artist's potion doesn't work no matter how much you drink it. It turns out you inherited it."

"So that's it." After hearing the explanation, Ernie touched the necklace around his neck. Since he was his father's friend, it was already obvious who the visitor was.

"Haha... Now that you know who I am, then come with me. I won't pursue your case." Seeing Ernie's silence, he took out his musket and flicked it in his hand, and waited. Ernie's reply.

"Don't do anything, I'll go with you." Seeing the other party's behavior, Ernie sighed and followed the woman silently.

Three days later, in Caldecott City, Yuji Cemetery, Anna stood in the endless white forest, holding a few bouquets of flowers in his hands, followed by the follower Ogli, who was still chattering.

"You don't know. It is said that all the major forces are taking action outside the city this time. It is said that everyone who is alive has received huge benefits."

Anna didn't pay attention. He glanced around. The new tombs were neatly arranged in the heavy snow. His footsteps moved slowly. After a while, her eyes focused. Three cemeteries lined up appeared in front of him. In sight, she walked over quickly and looked at the snow-covered tombstone in silence.

"Which makeup artist's grave is this? His grave seems to have been dug up." The follower Ogli followed Anna's line of sight and saw a few clear large characters, "Grave of Relimon Kamius", and he immediately understood What was Anna here for? He saw a large dent in Camus's grave and suddenly spoke in surprise.

After hearing this, Anna moved her eyes upward, and indeed saw that Camus' tomb was different from the ones next to it. There was a small deep pit. She walked up and opened the university, and saw a blank space full of snow. The cemetery comes into view.

"He is a makeup artist, and I expected that his grave would be dug up. The extraordinary characteristics of a makeup artist are still too precious." Seeing Anna's silence, her face a little gloomy, the follower spoke carelessly.

"I want to find him, even if it's a corpse. Do you have a way?" After hearing this, Anna turned around.

"Sorry, I don't think anyone except the makeup artist can know where his body went. Of course, maybe the evil spirits in the cemetery will know, but I am not Sequence One, so I have no ability to help you."

Hearing this, Anna stood up from the ground. He reached out and touched the void. A lit oil lamp appeared in his hand. His heart became deeper and deeper. The daytime sky around him suddenly became darker. The followers on the side were already frightened. Dumbfounded, he looked at Anna who was holding an oil lamp and opened her mouth.

"Are you an extraordinary person?"

"Is there a problem?" Anna said lightly. The oil lamp in her hand shook slowly. Several evil spirits with dull eyes emerged from the ground. Anna asked in a low voice.

"Who stole his body?" Looking at the evil spirit with dull eyes, Anna pointed at Camus' graveyard and asked in a cold voice.

"He left on his own." The evil spirit looked at the oil lamp blankly and answered Anna's answer.

After hearing the answer, Anna took back the oil lamp. She was now confused in the snow. Did she walk by herself? Could it be that Camus was controlled by Sequence 1 or was he resurrected? But he prefers the former, after all, coming back from the dead is too outrageous.

After a while, Anna came back to her senses. He looked at the follower Ogli, pursed his lips and spoke in a low voice.

"Let's go back." He put the daffodils he brought in front of the three cemeteries, turned around and left. Ogli, the follower, touched his chin. The other party must have dug the graves for Camus' extraordinary properties. If Camus' extraordinary It would not be good if the characteristics were obtained by evil cultists.

"Wait for me." After a while, Ogli came back to his senses. When he looked back, he saw that Anna had become a small black dot in the distance, and he immediately chased after her anxiously.

Madica Empire, Bilin City, Camus looked at the gold coin on the table and fell into deep thought. If he continued like this, he would have to go out and starve. He wondered whether he should go out and post some small advertisements.

"Dinglingling..." Just then, Camus heard the doorbell of his house ring. Camus was overjoyed. Business came to his door. He opened the door and saw a man in dark green uniform standing at the door of his house. After seeing him, he handed Camus a list.

"Sir, this is your bill, including street sanitation, public safety, garden common area, water and gas fees." Camus' face darkened when he heard it. He picked up the bill and saw the big words "9 silver coins" almost made him dizzy.

"Sir, please sign it."

"I just rented the house. Shouldn't you go to the owner of the house?" Camus handed back the bill and spoke in a low voice.

"Sir, you are living in the house, right? If you are, you will be responsible for all the bills." The tax collector was not impressed. He looked at Camus indifferently. Camus took a deep breath and looked at the two soldiers with guns on the ground and reluctantly handed over the only remaining gold coin.

"Good luck, sir." After finding a silver coin, the tax collector bowed indifferently and turned away.

"It's a waste of joy. It's better than Lin City, but I can't live without money. I'd better go out and post small advertisements later. I'm a shitty detective." Camus returned to the house cursing. He poured a glass of boiled water and looked at the meteorologist on the table who fell into deep thought. The day after he was resurrected, he found that he had no power of thunder and lightning, and the purple spiritual line connecting to that great existence also disappeared. At that time, he was anxious to track Jack and had no time to deal with this matter.

"Since I got the formula from the meteorologist, can I try it? But Susie and the others said that a person can only drink one sequence of potions, and drinking it will cause trouble." Camus, who lost the power of thunder, leaned back on the wooden high-back chair with some fatigue. At this time, the doorbell rang. Camus quickly stuffed the formula into the cabinet and walked to the door to ask in a low voice.

"Who?"

"Sir, are you a detective?" A weak female voice came from outside the door. Camus' eyes lit up and opened the door. There was a woman in a gray maid outfit outside. There were some freckles on her face, dark red skin, and her hands were also frozen and swollen by the cold weather. Camus quickly made way for the lady and invited her up. He poured her a glass of boiled water and waited until her face turned red before speaking lightly.

"I don't know what you want to entrust?"

"Sir, I don't know what your fee standard is?" Camus' gentle attitude made the lady relax a little. She asked a little stiffly, and Camus answered immediately.

"We charge according to the size and difficulty of the matter. You need to tell me what you want to entrust first, and then I can give you the standard of charge."

"I need you to help me find my sister. She is studying in the church's public school, but she has not returned for two days." Camus' eyes flickered when he heard it, he looked at the mirror next to him and spoke lightly.

"Your sister's name, or her things."

"Caniso, sir, his name is Leo Caniso, this is her necklace..."

"Madam, I have to go somewhere to order something, please wait." Camus took the mirror and necklace in his hand and walked to the kitchen. He began to murmur in front of the mirror.

"Great source of nothingness, please grant me the right to use the mirror, please tell me where Leo Kaniso is." The mirror twisted repeatedly, and Camus clearly saw that a dark and damp room appeared in the mirror. There was an iron cage in the middle of the room, and a bunch of naked girls were locked inside. They were about ten years old, with dull eyes and dirty bodies. Camus changed his perspective, and a tall courtyard surrounded by high walls appeared in the mirror. The courtyard was full of tall men in black clothes. They sat together and joked, saying dirty words. Camus narrowed his eyes, wrote down the house number, and cut off the connection with the mirror.

"How is the gentleman?" Seeing Camus coming out with a water cup, Donilu spoke anxiously, and Camus spoke lightly.

"I will find his location, and the reward..." Camus thought about it here. This lady looked like a maid, and she probably didn't have much money, and the gang was obviously a gang of human traffickers. He was a makeup artist and was not suitable for fighting. That is to say, he could only report the location and let her deal with it herself, so he would charge an information fee at most.

"Afterwards, you pay me a gold coin, and I will find your sister's location." Camus stretched out a finger and shook it slowly.

"Okay... When will I come to see you?" The maid's face turned pale when she heard it. She clenched her fingers and gritted her teeth to speak. Camus smiled slightly when she heard it.

"Tomorrow, come to me at this time tomorrow, and I will give you the location of your sister." After getting the answer, the maid stood up and bowed slightly, and disappeared in the wind and snow. Camus sighed softly at her back by the window. She knew that even if he gave her sister's information, she would not be able to save his sister.

"What a sad world." Camus sighed.