Primordial Sequence

In the evening, after playing happily for an afternoon, Camus and Bingo stood on the roof and looked at the city of Bilin showered in snow.

"Do you know, Mr. Conan, my family is a civilian in the industrial zone. My father is a worker in a lead factory, and my mother is a female worker in a mechanical textile factory. We live a very restrained life, but even so, my parents have to support me to go to the church school of the Sun Church." Bingguo pointed to the black smoke far away and spoke lightly. That was the industrial zone of Bilin City.

"Everything is going in a good direction. Ten years have passed. I worked very hard in the public school of the church. I successfully passed the entrance examination to Clifford High School, but..." Bingo lowered his voice when he said this.

"Because of working in the lead factory for a long time, my father suffered from severe skin disease and internal organ failure. You know, a family that can only make enough to live cannot afford the expensive medical expenses, and this disease is incurable in my understanding." Bingo took a deep breath when he said this.

"My parents seem to take life and death lightly. One day my father bought a lot of delicious food, got drunk, and finally disappeared into the night and never came back. I could only watch all this? I know my father lives a painful life, and he doesn't want to continue to drag us down. Do you know that because you have no money? Watching the pain of watching your loved ones die?" Looking at Bingo's red eyes, Camus touched his chin.

"If you want to mutate now, please release your emotions as much as you can. Emotionality will bring trouble to you and me. If you really want an answer... I tell you, because this is a class world." Camus took out a cigarette, lit it, and handed it to Bingo. He looked at a building with deep eyes. Tragedy happens all the time in the world. He has become numb. As an extraordinary person, being too emotional means that reason is gradually out of control. This is a very dangerous signal.

"You are really cold, as cold as my companions. Maybe this is the extraordinary world. I am too sensitive." Hearing Camus's reminder, Bingo laughed at himself. For a while, there was only the whistling sound of wind and snow and the calm breathing of the two people on the top floor.

In the club, all the extraordinary people gathered together. After all, a makeup artist killed someone under their noses and escaped. They could not explain to Viscount Hanni or the family behind Saruman.

"The makeup artist can't be found. We have to start from other ways. Has Viscount Hanni offended anyone recently?" A man with a burn on his forehead said gloomily.

"Sherlock Conan, I have heard about it these days. He and Saruman had a conflict, but he has never appeared since he left that day."

"Have you checked his background?"

"He is the person recommended by Roy. Maybe you can go and ask him."

Just as everyone was discussing what to do, a maid pushed open the door, her eyes still filled with fear.

"Oh no, someone killed one of our members outside, right at the door."

Hearing this heavy news, everyone was surprised and they ran down quickly. Suddenly, the empty room was left with only the frightened lady.

"Good luck." The panic in the lady's eyes gradually faded. She murmured while looking at the heavy snow outside the window. A strange male voice came out of his mouth.

In the club, Bingo, wearing a black robe, looked at the crowd running around indifferently. Mr. Conan had just mixed in unknowingly. He only had to attract the attention of the extraordinary people.

"Damn it, you're finished." The extraordinary people in the club arrived as scheduled. As soon as they went out, they saw several bodies lying in a pool of blood, and they were immediately furious.

"Tsk tsk..." Bingo looked at the dozen extraordinary people at the door, smacked his tongue, made a throat-wiping gesture to them, and then turned and ran.

"He's dead, he's dead." When did the extraordinary people in the club suffer such humiliation? They all surged with magic power, and the overwhelming spells hit Bingo, but Bingo seemed to know their movements in advance, always avoiding their attacks. In the blink of an eye, only a small black dot was seen in the wind and snow.

"Chase..." All the extraordinary people followed closely.

In the club, Camus looked at the confined rooms and opened a door at random.

The layout of the room was very simple, with a gas lamp, a dressing table, a wardrobe, a bed, and nothing else.

Camus touched his chin. Linka once said that this was their living area. It seemed that they lived in such a small room.

"In the previous prediction, Kaniso was indeed in the club. Let's try it." Camus walked into the room and closed the door. As he murmured, a figure with his back to him appeared in the mirror. This person stood in the corner with messy hair. Camus also saw the cosmetics in front. It seemed that this was the other party's makeup mirror.

"214" After a while, as the perspective changed, Camus saw the room number behind the door, and his eyes lit up and he opened the door.

"Who are you? Why did you come out of my room?" Camus just went out and saw Linka looking at him in astonishment. She was holding the clothes she had changed into, and her fair skin could be seen between her collars. Camus saw that it was her and spoke in a low voice.

"Cleaning lady, please make way. Do you know where room 214 is?"

"Over there..." Linka looked a little strange when she heard it. Even if she was cleaning, it wasn't now, but she still pointed out the direction for Camus.

Camus turned around and walked away, passing through the crowded room. At the end of the room, he saw room 214. He turned the door and found that it was locked. He took a step back and kicked it with all his strength.

"Boom..." With a crisp sound from the door, the door hit the wall like a kite with a broken string, but the person inside still had his back to him and did not react at all.

"Kanisuo." Looking at the back, Camus called out in a low voice, but the back still did not react at all. Camus's face changed when he saw it. He walked a few steps behind Kanisuo and twisted him over.

"Ka Ka Ka..." The sound of bones twisting came, and Kanisuo was twisted by Camus like a mollusk. Kanisuo's face was very pale, her eyes were dim, and there was no life in her eyes.

"Damn it..." Camus finally understood why Bingo was so anxious. He picked up Kanisuo and ran out.

"Who is this? Why did she go to the room of the newcomers?" The huge noise just now still alarmed some people. Countless young ladies walked out of the room. After they said a few words, they stopped talking and looked at Camus with grim eyes.

Looking at the pairs of white eyes opposite, Camus put Kaniso on the ground with a slightly cold look.

"So your target is her? You are dead." All the ladies turned their heads in unison. They smiled strangely and spoke. Camus felt cold all over and took a step back.

"Don't you want me? Why don't you continue to hug me?" At this time, Kaniso stood up like mud. She stretched out her skinny arms to pinch Camus, and was slapped to the ground by Camus.

Camus knew that she was still late. She had been controlled by the Orderly Man. Thinking of Camus, he opened the Eye of Truth. He saw that there was a black silk thread on the top of the head of all the ladies. These silk threads controlled their actions and words. Camus looked at the end of the silk thread and found that a pair of pale arms were controlling everything.

"Sequence Seven Puppet Master?"

Because it was the first time he encountered such a powerful Sequence Seven, Camus spoke with some uncertainty.

"Hehe, to be precise, it's a real puppet master." All the ladies spoke together, and Camus' eyes shrank when he heard it.

"Go to hell, makeup artist, I accept your extraordinary characteristics." All the ladies crowded towards Camus, and Camus' eyes turned cold. He gently stretched out his palm and pinched a black silk thread and pulled it.

"Squeak..."

A slight sound sounded, and a corpse fell to the ground, but there were too many people. If he handled it this way, he would be overwhelmed by this group of puppets sooner or later.

"No, how much can you pull?" Seeing Camus tear off a silk thread, the puppet master opposite was not surprised. In the real eyes of the makeup artist, the silk thread they thought they had hidden well was useless.

"Really? Try this." At this time, the lady standing in front had already grabbed Camus' body. Camus smiled coldly and pressed the silk thread on the mirror.

"I bet you are in the state of soul. Come on... my baby, enjoy eternal perdition in the mirror world, Willim Ikatje, the so-called Mrs. Roy." Camus spoke with a ferocious face. The mirror in his hand suddenly twisted, and irregular magic fluctuations appeared in the closed aisle. A terrified lady was pulled out of the void. She was wearing red lipstick, and her wrinkled face was mixed with endless fear. Camus was relieved. He bet right. He controlled so many people, and the opponent must be in the state of soul. Only in this way can he save magic to the maximum extent.

"Impossible, impossible, how do you know it's mine, and how do you know my real name?" Mrs. Roy struggled desperately in space. The fragile black silk thread was like an unbreakable iron wire, dragging him into the abyss step by step. Camus looked at the ladies lying on the ground in front of him with a meaningful smile.

"I have seen your appearance a long time ago. The thread that controls people betrayed you. I have felt your breath in the mirror. In addition, Saruman is also in a controlled state. The handkerchief he left behind is you, right? There is still your appearance on it."

"Ah... No..." Hearing Camus' analysis, Roy screamed and was sealed in the mirror. As she was sealed, some of the ladies he controlled woke up. As for the other sleeping ladies, Camus estimated that they would not wake up.

"My head hurts..." Linka looked around in confusion. He suddenly felt sore all over, and a series of dusty memories filled his mind.

"You are free, let's go quickly." At this time, a male voice came. Linka looked up and saw Mr. Conan hugging a lady and walking out through the crowd under his feet. Linka endured the pain in his body and followed him. The other recovered ladies left the place immediately.

After going out, Camus looked at the building behind him with a cold look. He saw that the kitchen on the second floor suddenly exploded with gas, and a violent fire swept the entire club.

"Boom..." Camus saw Kaniso walking onto the street, and the club behind him seemed to have been hit by a bomb, with building debris splattered everywhere.