Chapter 44: The Exchange of the Soul World

The sunlight at dawn illuminated the tense faces of the people. The church bells woke up the sleeping pigeons. The usual black smoke appeared over the city of Caldecott. The people could vaguely hear the whistle of the Rhine River. Looking at Camus, who was as pale as paper, they were all worried about him.

"Captain, we must find them, and the sooner the better. This kind of killer in the dream is simply impossible to guard against."

Hearing Susie's suggestion, Camus nodded, "There are eleven of them in total. I know the real name of one of them. I can predict their location. They are now as seriously injured as I am."

Kaxiu's brown cat ears moved, "Sequence Seven is indeed powerful in dreams, but not necessarily so powerful in reality. Maybe this is a good time."

The captain took a puff of cigarette, closed his eyes for a long time before opening his bright eyes, "Susie, go and talk to your sister Borrow a bottle of "Rogge's Resuscitation Potion" to heal Camus's soul trauma, locate their position as soon as possible, and send these damned cultists back to the arms of the god of death. If you touch my people, you will pay a huge price. "Susie heard it and ran out. Camus called him, "Susie, please bring me your sister's "Seventh Apostle's Evil Potion". Maybe you can't deal with the leader. He is a stage 2 "nightmare" who can pull people into the "past horror". The captain nodded, "Does the makeup artist have the ability to "cover up the past"? If so, you are indeed the most suitable person to deal with him". Susie looked at Camus suspiciously. As far as she knew, the "makeup artist" had no ability to cover up the past, but it seemed that Camus was very confident. Seeing Susie's leaving back, Casca threw a pistol over and praised proudly. "The M37 semi-automatic pistol produced in the Tenth District, each magazine has 12 bullets, a total of three magazines, maybe he can help you, you guys go ahead, I'll go buy some "fire support", and the "Sequence Six" is the most professional master in group fights. "Looking at the pistol in his hand, Camus suddenly became very curious about the Ninth District, "Thank you, Casca, I have full trust in the craftsmanship of the Ninth District." Casca turned and walked to the office to meditate, ready to face the upcoming battle with sufficient mental strength. Akali drew out the long sword on her body, wiped it with clean water, and looked at the sword in her hand with a stern look, "The slash cut through the golden coast, and the proud blue-scaled fishman looked forward to the battle. "

The captain looked at Camus, whose expression had calmed down, tapped his chest three times, picked up the book in his hand and prayed, with a golden staff floating in front of him.

Just as the Investigation Department was preparing for battle, the doors of rooms 302, 303, and 305 of Codomo Hotel opened, and a group of black-robed people were now standing there, holding white candles in their hands, quietly waiting outside room 301.

Some early-rising travelers ran away in horror when they saw this. They were cultists, and they would die if they ran away.

"Master Jack, we failed, what should we do now?"

Jack's voice came out, "Change places immediately, go separately, and meet at Maria Opera House in the evening. The other party has a "Sequence 2 makeup artist, who will find this place quickly."

When the black-robed people heard this, they dispersed, and Jack in the room looked at the cracks on his arm with a ferocious face.

"Damn moon elves, what did they summon? The power of thunder and lightning? Who could that incredible oppression that made the soul tremble?"

After thinking for a while and not being able to come up with anything, Jack put on his suit, walked to the second-floor window and jumped down.

In less than two hours, everyone returned to the investigation department. Camus took two bottles of potions, drank the resuscitation potion, and closed his eyes to meditate.

As he sank into the spiritual world, Camus couldn't help but smile bitterly at the appearance of the spiritual world. The crisis was avoided, and the birdsong and flowers in the spiritual world turned into dead branches and fallen leaves. Seeing the green recovering at a speed visible to the naked eye, Camus breathed a sigh of relief.

"Maybe the spiritual world will become like this, which is related to my soul. I must not take risks next time."

An hour later, Camus opened his bright eyes, pulled the curtains around him, lit a candle, and as the candlelight was reflected in the mirror, Camus communicated with the great existence.

"Great source of nothingness, please give me the right of the mirror, please tell me where "Lisen Jack" is?"

As the mirror fluctuated, it gradually became illusory, and a vague white shadow appeared in the mirror, as if sensing something. Jack, who was walking in the mirror, looked back at the closet next to him, and his playful eyes seemed to say, "You know you want to find me, come and find me if you have the ability."

Seeing this shadow, Camus retracted his gaze and lowered his head to think.

"He is moving, I can't determine his position, I can't always predict it like this, my soul power can't bear it."

Susie's ears moved, "No. 128, Criffin Life Street, he is near Criffin Street, if we can predict the whereabouts of other team members, maybe we can roughly divide an area."

Seeing Susie's look, Camus was about to shake his head, and suddenly thought of the "exchange" of the Golden Sky Scale, maybe he could try it himself.

"I'll try to see if I can exchange some useful information. I need your magic power." Seeing Camus close his eyes, the captain and Kasu each gathered a ball of magic power and placed it in the palm of their hands. The captain's magic power emitted a strong light, while Kasu's magic power emitted a dead and dark feeling.

At this moment, the mirror in the investigation room emitted a strange light, and a row of words appeared, "Put the magic power on my forehead."

In the spiritual world, Camus called out the shadow of the Golden Scale, and made an exchange with him with a thought.

"I need Jack's final destination, what do I need in exchange?"

The thought of the Golden Scale sounded in Camus' heart, "Pure soul."

Camus smiled, maybe this is the real use of the Golden Scale, but the pure soul itself does not have it, so it can only exchange other information.

"I need the name of the person around Lison Jack."

Hearing this exchange, the shadow of the Golden Scale exuded a thought, "Two pure magic powers."

Camus threw the magic power onto the scale, and the magic power disappeared. Suddenly, a name appeared in his mind, "Rod Siakam" Camus smiled, with a real name, where are you going?

In reality, Camus opened his eyes and looked at the mirror and used the ability of foresight.

"Great source of nothingness, please grant me the right to use the mirror, please tell me the exact location of Rod Siakam."

As the mirror shook, a vague white effect appeared in the mirror. It seemed to be a basement, with dirty furniture randomly placed around, covered with dust, and cockroaches and rats crawling occasionally, telling that this was a place with vitality.

As if sensing something, Rod turned around and saw a piece of glass standing in the corner, flickering in the candlelight. He thought of something. Although he didn't know how the Adventurer's Guild found him, this was a good opportunity.

When his companion saw Rod Siakam looking behind him in surprise, he shook his head.

"Relax, Lord Rod Siakam. If the other party wants to predict us, it is impossible to find us unless there is a "real name medium". I think he is now accompanying Lord Jack in circles?"

"Oh... Crying above, what a stupid Adventurer's Guild."

Rod Siakam smiled at his compatriots, his eyes flickered, and he deliberately talked to himself in the corner.

"I don't know if the Maria Opera House is safe? Maybe Master Jack will lead us to catch the damn elf. I believe this moment will not be too far away."

"Of course, Master Rod Siakam, the nightmare of Sequence Seven is invincible. In the dream, we are the most powerful existence, and the weeping glory will revive."

Feeling the disappearance of the fluctuations in the corner, Rod Siakam smiled at his companions, "Maybe we can go to the "Maria Opera House" in advance, we are safe, right?"

When the two companions heard it, they also felt that it made sense. Anyway, the other party would only predict Master Jack's itinerary, and they were not that dangerous. They had stayed in this dirty and stupid basement enough.