Chapter 41 Zhao Jiajia

A small circle spread out around the two of them in an instant, and everyone looked like they were watching a good show.

At this moment, an association staff member in a suit ran over quickly.

"The two of you have signed a contract. Please consider carefully. If you do anything in the association, you will not only be expelled from the association, but also be wanted by the governor."

Sonny nodded with a smile, and the translucent fluid on Charles' body quickly shrank into his clothes. "Mr. Charles, I really mean no harm."

"What on earth are you going to do?" Charles frowned, and he had a premonition that if this matter was not resolved today, this guy would follow him lingeringly in the future.

Sonny pointed to the edge of the hall, beckoning him to go.

The corner of the hall was away from the hustle and bustle, and Sonny looked at Charles with a smile on his face: "Captain Charles, how much do you know about us?"

"I don't know much about it, but I've heard some rumors. For example, joining your church requires an initiation ceremony. A few steel needles are inserted directly into the brain from the side of the eyeballs. You claim that you can get the blessing of the sun god by doing this."

"Mr. Charles, don't you think this ritual is very practical? In this cursed sea, the greatest danger to human beings is the fear in our brains. As long as we accept the blessing in our church, we will no longer feel fear. Why is the exploration captain of our Sun God Sect the highest survival rate."

"Then why don't you say, how high is the death rate after doing this ritual? Is this a blessing or a curse? Don't mention you God of Light, I'll ask you, do you know what the sun looks like?"

"Of course." Sonny pointed to the forehead above his head. "This is what my Lord looks like."

Looking at the white triangle, Charles almost laughed out loud. "The sun is triangular?"

"Why not? This is the answer given by the oracle."

"The sun is round!! You SX!!" Charles' voice soared.

"Have you seen it? Why are you so sure?"

"I..." Charles managed to hold back the next few words.

Sonny waved his hand. "Well, since you're not in our association, I don't want to argue with you about doctrine. I'm here to ask you for a commission."

"Consignment?"

"It won't take up too much of your time. Mr. Charles wants to go to Sodom, and he can help me deal with some people by the way. They are also taught by the Sun God. It's just that the philosophy is a little different."

"Why did you know I was going to Sodom?" This feeling of being spied on made Charles feel very uncomfortable.

Sonny smiled, "Of course people who are different have attracted much attention. As long as Mr. Charles can show his sincerity, we will have more cooperation. You should not have enough funds at this time, right?"

"Then what if I disagree?" Charles sneered.

"I believe Mr. Charles will agree. You will agree to cooperate with those deformed children taught by Fortan. This kind of thing has the best of both worlds. Why doesn't Charles agree?"

"Hehe." Charles touched his nose. "Fantan is really better than you, at least he is more polite than you."

After Charles finished speaking, he turned and left without looking back.

Logically speaking, he should accept this transaction. Charles really needs this step of funding, but first, he is not happy with this guy's tone, and second, he does not want to join the sectarian struggle of the cult.

As soon as Charles, who had returned to his residence, entered the door, he was keen and immediately noticed that someone had come in.

He thought of something, and immediately rushed to the drawer, opened it and found that someone had touched his diary.

"Lily? What happened after I left?" Charles asked with a nervous expression.

"Not long after you left, she came in..." A crying voice came from under the bed.

"What does that guy look like? Is there an inverted triangle in the middle of his forehead?"

The obedient Lily came out, the hair on her body was very messy at the moment, "It's the sister you know."

"Which sister?"

"It's the older sister of the picture in your diary."

"Anna?!" Charles' pupils shrank to a very small size, and he quickly rushed to Lily and took her in his hands.

"Are you sure it's her? Or is it just the same appearance?"

"It's really her. She wrote something on the back of that picture, Mr. Charles, why didn't you say that that sister is not a human but a monster?"

Charles threw away the mouse in his hand, quickly took out the picture from the diary, turned it over, and the neat Chinese characters appeared in front of him.

"I didn't expect you to draw a portrait for me. You said I was a fake, and you still think about it."

"Actually, when I saw that painting, I was quite happy in my heart. Even though my beloved man died, he still missed me."

"Gao Zhiming, I am a fake, and the relationship between me and you is also fake. Everything was created by the Diwa tribe."

"I know what you're thinking now, you must be saying, you don't care that I'm fictional, find a way to help me get out of the monster's grasp?"

"But in fact, you are wrong. In fact, I am the monster, and the monster is me. We are inseparable."

"The Diwa have no brains, hunting and survival are all based on instinct. When we need to think, we create a consciousness, and I am the consciousness created by me."

"I miss you very much now, I want to stay by your side all the time, I believe you miss me too, but we all know that even the feeling of missing is fake."

"I came here today to have a breakup with you, since you're not here, forget it."

"I don't want to be controlled by false emotions. I plan to go to Earthsea to find the meaning of my existence. Don't come to me, go find your surface with peace of mind."

Zhao Jiajia stayed.

PS (By the way, if you find other women, don't let me find out, or I can't help but eat them.)

Charles, whose mind was in a mess, threw the drawing paper away, and asked the white mouse next to him with red eyes, "How long has she been away?"

"Half an hour."

Charles rushed out without saying a word, bit his thumb hard with his teeth, and wiped it against the mirror. His body changed rapidly, and the huge bat began to glide quickly and low in the air.

In a dark alley, Anna in a beautiful red dress looked at the bats in the air, with yellow-green tears in the corners of her eyes.

Just then, a thick arm rested on her fair shoulder. "Little girl, how many echoes per night?"

Anna gently wiped away her tears, turned around and looked at the drunk alcoholic, "Two hundred once, eight hundred nights."

Seeing Anna's angelic face, the drunkard was stunned for a moment, and after reacting, he untied his belt excitedly. "Eight hundred is eight hundred!! I want it!!"

Anna walked towards him with a smile, the white skin on the back had been cracked, and tentacles with black roots slowly stretched out.