Sarooqi suffered from insomnia.

This situation is very rare!

He eats well, works well, and occasionally gets sick, and even has the luxury of taking diluted vampire blood for treatment.

To be able to live to this age and still have such a healthy body is a rare thing in Tudor.

But he still couldn't sleep.

He knows why?

Because of that Mr. Langdon, who had only been in the equipment room for three or four days.

To be honest, he didn't like this guy very much at first.

Because his arrival would affect his ability to make money, he had been encouraging him to leave the equipment room and join the field.

However, after several trials and discovering that he was not very interested in his "gray money", or that he was very interested in it, he suddenly fell in love with this guy again.

After all, it's a good thing to have someone to help him do the heavy lifting, right?

But he didn't expect that as soon as he changed his mentality, the guy would join the field and even face the abomination head-on.

This made him a little... disappointed, even resentful.

This is a very complicated emotion.

During the more than twenty years of working in the equipment room, he had several opportunities to be transferred to the field, and once he even discovered traces of abominable things.

But he gave up.

The reason is simple, he was frightened.

He is a private detective.

In Tudor, private detective is a very profitable but also dangerous profession.

They often wander among gangs, police departments, wealthy businessmen, and nobles. They possess secret information that ordinary people cannot penetrate, but they will also bear the risk of death at any time for this.

It was precisely because he accepted an investigation commission from the Public Security Department that Saroch was frightened out of his wits.

Later, after he was absorbed by the Public Security Bureau, he never dared to develop in the field again.

In fact, deep down in his heart, he longs to become a mosaic.

After all, it is a real thing, an extraordinary power that is unique to you.

He hesitated between "joining" and "rejecting" several times, and finally reason made him choose to refuse.

His background as a private detective gave him a keen insight into the alarming mortality rate of security guards.

Only one person who can succeed in inlaying will survive.

He had a hunch that Langdon would probably die in this operation, even if he was prepared, and even if he was accompanied by two patrol commanders.

Because he has seen this kind of situation too many times.

But he still felt a little irritable, frustrated, and even angry in his heart.

Because he is old.

Because he doesn't have much time left.

When he was young, he would look at the proud men walking in front of him one by one, and he would inevitably feel a bit of pity and contempt in his heart.

So what if you become a security guard? What if you become a patrol sergeant?

Aren’t you going ahead of me in the end?

But now that I am getting older and my strength is low, an unspeakable fear is growing in my heart.

He will die eventually, a worthless death.

If he dies like a wild dog, no one will remember him, just like those proud men of heaven.

He had the chance to try a different path, but he gave it up.

It's a beautiful name: rationality, obedience is the king, and only when you are alive can you have hope!

In fact, he is a timid and cowardly Mudblood, a Mudblood who has buried his head in the soil all his life and dare not raise his head!

That's why he felt frustrated and even resentful of Langdon.

Because whether Langdon lives or dies, at least he will not regret it.

Regret is the most terrible poison in the world. It makes you watch yourself rotting slowly, but there is no remedy.

That night, Saloch spent the night tossing and turning.

The next morning, he washed up, got dressed, and was served by his servants. After breakfast, he slowly headed to the Public Security Bureau.

Along the way, countless people greeted him, and Saroch responded with a smile.

——There is probably no one older than him on Lister Street.

"Good morning, Mr. Salocci."

Ms. Renee, the receptionist on the third floor, is as energetic as ever, with her big eyes sparkling.

"Good morning, Ms. Renee."

Saloch nodded in response.

"You know what? Langdon is back."

Saloqi's face froze, and his heart suddenly felt inexplicably: "He...succeeded?"

"I don't know. I heard that when I came back, I was covered in blood and covered with maggots. Sister Akali said there was no way to save her."

Renee, who had been holding back all morning, said with a mysterious face.

"That's it!"

Saloqi showed a bit of sadness, but his heart was slightly relieved.

normal!

This is so normal!

"jingle!"

Amidst the clang of bells, Saloch pushed open the door, his eyelids twitching uncontrollably.

In the huge public hall, field staff and clerks were gathered in small groups, whispering and discussing.

The last time I saw such a lively scene was a week ago - the Scarlet Church Sacrifice Eucalyptus.

"Mr. Sarocchi, did Langdon bring a grenade yesterday?"

Seeing Saroch entering the house, a security guard's eyes lit up and he asked quickly.

"What happened?"

Saroch neither admitted nor denied.

"Thankfully Mr. Langdon brought the grenade, otherwise it would be a question of whether he could come back."

"Oh? What should I say?"

"Aren't you asking me how Mr. Langdon escaped from the Fire Giant? I'm telling you, it was the grenade that suddenly exploded and blew the Fire Giant apart, which allowed Langdon to escape by chance."

The security guard looked at his colleagues beside him and spat.

Saroch's eyelids twitched: "Wait, Langdon is not dead? No... Ms. Renee just told me that Mr. Langdon came back covered in blood, and Akali said he was hopeless... Is this cured?

"

Saroch's heart felt heavy again, and he stuttered a bit when he spoke.

No one knows the complexity of his heart.

The security guard sighed after hearing this:

"He escaped back, but it's probably hopeless. You have no idea how Mr. Langdon lured the Creeper out? He actually cut his own skin to bleed. When the Creeper separated a part of his body for testing, he stood motionless.

...That was the excruciating pain of thousands of maggots sucking blood... Although Mr. Langdon came back with a strong breath, there are also a large number of maggots hidden in his body, many of which have burrowed into fatal organs. Now he relies on a mouthful of vampire power.

If you hang yourself with blood, I'm afraid you won't live long."

Saloch's heart was pounding as he listened to the security guard's showoff, and he finally breathed a sigh of relief.

The maggots have burrowed into the organs... and you really won't be able to survive for long.

Saroch stood aside and listened for a while, and after confirming that the versions were almost the same, he left with a long sigh.

The steps of my old age have become a lot easier without even realizing it.

…

…

Langdon certainly didn't look like he had much longer to live.

He was lying on an obsidian table, his skin was torn all over, and the dripping blood had solidified into dark brown scabs. His whole body was in a state of consciousness, and he could hardly respond to external stimuli. It looked like he might die at any time.
To be continued...