"Get in the car."

"Okay."

Little John sat in the passenger seat.

Karun opened the back door and sat next to Mr. Pavarotti.

"Where is the butler?" Mr. Pavarotti asked.

"He's dead, poisoned."

Little John sitting in the front immediately explained, "It wasn't me, he wanted to poison me."

"Awakened?" Mr. Pavarotti asked.

"No," Karun shook his head.

"Didn't you find out where it is?"

"No need to bother, he knows," Karun pointed to Little John, "it's in the contaminated area where he was."

"Are we going now?" Mr. Pavarotti asked.

"No, tomorrow. If we're going to the snake pit, the first thing we need to do is to lure the snake out, at least injure it. Otherwise, even if we find the place, we'll have little chance."

"Are you going to lead them to the remnants of the Light?"

"I already did; dead people not only keep secrets, but their words are often more convincing."

Alfred previously killed someone in the executive office of the textile factory, and Karun's words to Little John at the Tader family were actually directed at the dying butler; all of this will be submitted to the people of the Order of Gods as clues and evidence after they are "awakened."

Pavarotti laughed, "Others kill to silence, you kill to deliver a message."

After a pause, Pavarotti continued, "But it's still obvious."

"Yes," Karun nodded, "but obvious or direct doesn't matter, as long as it's effective."

"The remnants of the Light are a thorn in the entire church circle. Now, the Order of Gods' position is catching up with the Light Church of the previous era, so the Order of Gods is most alert and guarded against the remnants of the Light."

"Yes."

"Of course, the most important thing is that the remnants of the Light can fight. If they are just a few small fish, it won't be effective. In addition, they are not only good at fighting, but also reckless."

Karun thought of Elder Doyle, who was simply a hot-tempered ruffian. These remnants of the Light are divided into several factions that are forcibly gathered together, and now there are three known factions: Miss Bertha as a divine envoy, Elder Doyle's faction, and another faction that holds secret meetings and preaches across from the clinic.

Officially, they all listen to the divine envoy, but privately, they are very willful in doing things according to their own habits and rhythms.

Even if the people of the Order of Gods are cautious and send people to explore and make contact, they will be dealt with by Elder Doyle and his people directly with the most ruthless means, just like they did to the Raphael family last time.

"Another point is that from our standpoint, the remnants of the Light have no reason to get involved in this matter. It's simply inexplicable for them to do this. But from the perspective of the people who killed you, it's not like that because they skipped the 'inexplicable stage' and went directly to the fact that the remnants of the Light are indeed investigating this matter and doing so very thoroughly.

When you, as a judge, report something, it will be confiscated, and you will be suppressed, imprisoned, or even 'executed' because you are always under their control. But those remnants of the Light are not."They also had to worry that the activities of the Bright Remnants had attracted the attention of other aspects of the Order of the Gods. When the conflict between the two sides erupted, their own affairs were likely to be exposed as well. Therefore, they were the ones who couldn't sit still the most.

For them, the most secure and safest approach was to use their own power to quickly wipe out the Bright Remnants.

Hearing these words, Mr. Pavaro felt like laughing but couldn't:

"I, as a judge, cannot even report to my superiors as effectively as the Bright Remnants."

"That's really a black humor."

"Where are we going now, young master?"

"Home first."

"Okay, young master."

On the way back, Karun leaned his head against the car window again and made use of the time to catch up on sleep.

Little John sat upright the whole time, feeling very restrained.

Mr. Pavaro looked at Karun sitting beside him from time to time, occasionally touching his own face, and then looked out the window, paying attention to the scenery that he saw less and less frequently.

The car arrived at the apartment building, and Karun opened his eyes for a moment before closing them again.

Little John got out of the car first, opened the back door, and actively helped Mr. Pavaro out of the car.

"It's useless to help me," Mr. Pavaro said, "I will die in two days anyway."

Little John pretended not to understand and showed a childish and innocent smile on his face.

Mr. Pavaro turned his head and looked at Karun still sitting in the car, not saying anything else. Instead, he went upstairs with the help of Little John, followed by Alfred.

The door was open, and the maid, Sherry, was cleaning. Tears were visible on her face.

Looking at the unfamiliar disabled man and the unfamiliar boy in front of her, Sherry looked back at Alfred standing behind her in confusion.

"They are guests who are staying here these days."

"Oh, okay. I will take care of them," Sherry forced a smile.

Alfred looked at Sherry with some confusion, and then walked into the house. Only then did he realize why Sherry looked like that.

Because Mrs. Anne was still lying in the downstairs washroom.

Imagine a maid coming to her employer's house in the morning, seeing only two pets, a cat and a dog, humming a tune while cleaning, then opening the door to the washroom and seeing a female corpse with a hole in her forehead surrounded by candles on the floor.

Alfred took a few steps back and came to Sherry's side, asking, "Did you call the police?"

"Ah, no, I didn't."

"That's good."

"Mr. Alfred, do you need...do you need me to help move her...her out?"

"Think of it as a relative who has died normally at home. There is no time to arrange the funeral now, but it will be fine in a few days."

"Died...normally?"

"You continue to do your job."

"Okay, sir."

Sherry took a deep breath and slowly exhaled.

In theory, she should have called the police.

But according to the law, as an illegal immigrant, she didn't even have the qualification to enter the police station.

...

Alfred returned to the car again, and Karun changed his head position with his eyes closed, saying, "Go to Apple Street."

"Yes, young master."

Alfred started the car and said, "Young master, Sherry saw Mrs. Anne's body.""Heh, she was scared, wasn't she?"

"Yes."

Karun didn't ask further because he knew Shili wouldn't call the police.

After a short nap, the car entered Apple Street and stopped at the door of Piajie's house.

Karun stretched and had enough intermittent sleep. Normally, not sleeping for a night at his age wouldn't be a problem, but chanting spells required his own energy to support, so he had to pay attention to rest.

"Okay, you can go back now."

"Master, although you left the address next door, it may not be safe for you to stay here."

"It's precisely because I know it's not safe that I came."

"I understand, Master."

Karun got out of the car, pushed open the unlocked gate and walked into the yard. He stopped and looked at the second-floor window of the villa next door.

Vernon was standing there like a poet in love.

Karun yawned and covered his mouth with the back of his hand. He continued to walk inside and stopped in front of the entrance door without knocking. The door opened because the curtains of the French windows on the first floor were not drawn, and Piajie and Bede were sitting there, just in time to see Karun walking in.

Piajie opened the door, "You're here."

"Uh-huh, just coming to see you guys."

Walking into the living room, Karun saw an easel as big as a classroom blackboard, but the paper on it was blank and no painting had been started yet.

Bede, who was sitting on the sofa, also stood up and smiled at Karun.

"Did the Bright Church keep the agreement?" Karun asked.

The agreement was that except for himself and Miss Bertha, no one else was allowed to enter or "investigate" here.

"No investigation, if there was, I would feel it when I picked up the brush to paint," Bede replied.

"That's good."

Karun sat down on the sofa.

The Wall God Church really had many magical abilities, but it also had the biggest flaw... it couldn't fight.

"Do you need coffee?" Piajie asked.

"Oh, of course, I need it now, but no sugar, please."

"There was a reason last time."

"Uh-huh, I figured it out."

Piajie poured a cup of coffee for Karun, which had been brewed earlier.

Karun picked up the coffee and took a sip. Compared to the terrible sweetness, he could accept the pure bitterness better.

"Have you painted anything yet?" Karun asked.

"We're still in the conceptual stage," Bede replied.

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"No rush, take your time," Karun said. "Oh, by the way, I brought a group of bees that can sting people to the villa next door. I don't know when they'll arrive, maybe at dusk, maybe in the middle of the night."

"Next door?" Piajie pointed in that direction.

"Yes, do you have any concerns?"

"No." Piajie said decisively.

"I thought you would consider Miss Bertha's feelings."

"People need to move on. You can't always be immersed in the past, just like you, you and Miss Eunice have been apart, but you're still living a normal life, right?"

"Cough..."

Karun choked on his coffee and subconsciously glanced at Mr. Bede sitting there.

Mr. Bede's face was calm.

It seems that they have not had a deep conversation between them, everything is based on the basis of creating a painting together."There will be danger tonight," Karun warned. "But our way of dealing with danger is simple. We pretend we don't know anything and act like nothing has happened."

"I even suspect that bees will come here first when they scout the area," Karun continued. "So, if someone appears here later, we shouldn't panic."

"Piajie, you're still the clinic owner, and Mr. Bede, you're a painter. Do you understand?"

"Hmm," Piajie nodded. "I didn't hear danger from your words just now. Instead, I heard something like the sound of freedom. After tonight, can Mr. Bede and I be free and not be imprisoned anymore?"

"If you want to use a lighter to burn the ropes that bind your hands, you can't be afraid of getting burned," Bede added.

Karun looked out the window and said, "That idiot on the second floor next door has been staring at our yard."

Vernon had not violated any rules and had not used any special methods to investigate the villa. He was just using his eyes.

After thinking for a moment, Karun said, "Let's be more proactive. Piajie, do you have a phone book?"

"Yes, I do."

"You didn't tear off the advertising pages, did you?"

The colorful pages of a phone book usually contain the phone numbers of nearby banks, restaurants, and other places for customers to contact.

"No, I didn't."

"Order some pizza later, and then order some late-night snacks. Order more food and hold a paintbrush and a seasoning plate when you go out to open the door, pretending that you're too busy to receive anything right now. Let the delivery person bring the food directly into the house."

"That sounds like opening the fence of a sheep pen and inviting wolves in," Piajie laughed.

"Any other questions?" Karun asked.

"I don't have any questions. Besides the Wall God Church, I don't know much about anything else. What about Mr. Bede?"

"From what we know now, I don't have any questions either. After all, the main battlefield is not here."

"Okay, that's settled. Oh, Piajie, do you have any unworn pajamas here?"

"Could you please help me get a set? I want to take a shower first."

Karun stood up, nodded to Mr. Bede, and then walked upstairs to the second-floor bathroom.

While taking a shower, Piajie knocked on the bathroom door and said, "I put the pajamas outside. I got three new sets. You can choose."

"Okay."

"I also put the razor and shaving cream here."

"Thank you."

After a comfortable shower, Karun put on a set of blue and black plaid pajamas and stood in front of the mirror on the washbasin.

Actually, Alfred's warning was correct. There was danger here, and if it were someone else, they would have sold out their teammates for their own safety.

But this time, there was no other choice. One was a friend who had given him money several times, and the other was his future father-in-law.

There was another reason that was difficult to explain. It was like how a murderer likes to return to the scene of the crime to take a look. It was because his own framing had led to the situation that was about to happen next. If he couldn't witness it up close, he would feel a great regret.

He hoped everything would go smoothly.Karun picked up the razor box, opened it, and then leaned his face close to the mirror, carefully examining it and touching it with his hand.

He seemed not to need to shave because he was too young.

After washing his face with a hot towel, Karun walked down the stairs to the first floor.

He smelled a strong tomato sauce and saw Piajie holding a pizza, casually drawing on a large canvas with a paintbrush in front of him.

Mr. Bede was leaning on the sofa, holding a cigar in his hand and looking around.

On the coffee table in the living room, a delivery man wearing a green shirt with "Proco Pizza Shop" printed on it was kneeling on one knee, unpacking the food from the box one by one.

Not only were there pizzas, but also other flavors of food, and red wine.

Even though Piajie had called the pizza shop when he had just taken a shower on the second floor, the delivery was still too fast.

Karun glanced at the clock on the wall, and it was a quarter to four in the afternoon.

However, Karun did not focus too much on the delivery man, but walked over and picked up a slice of pizza, taking a bite. It tasted unexpectedly good, probably because it had been freshly baked and delivered quickly.

"Open the red wine," Karun said.

"Okay, sir." The delivery man immediately picked up his own corkscrew to open the wine.

"Hey, did you give him a tip?" Karun asked Piajie while chewing on the pizza.

"This gentleman already did, and he gave a lot. Thank you," the delivery man smiled.

"Cheers!"

The wine bottle was opened.

"Do you have any glasses here?" the delivery man asked curiously while pouring the wine.

"Just use your own cup," Karun said indifferently.

"Okay." The delivery man poured the wine upside down and said, "I thought you should have a wine cellar."

"I just moved in and haven't had time to buy one. I don't drink alone when I don't have any friends around," Piajie said while continuing to draw something.

"Yes, drinking with friends is the only way to create an atmosphere," the delivery man said.

After pouring the wine, the delivery man stood up and took the initiative to clean up the coffee table and the garbage on the floor.

Mr. Bede exhaled a smoke ring and said impatiently, "Okay, you can go now."

"Okay, sir, I'll take these garbage bags with me." The delivery man picked up his own garbage bags and walked towards the entrance. When he was close to the door, he stopped, turned his head and asked, "Oh, by the way, is next door Room 307?"

"Yes, why?" Karun asked.

"Nothing, sir. When I passed by next door just now, I saw someone upstairs looking at me. I almost thought it was the pizza delivery for the next door," the delivery man said.

Piajie leaned his head out from behind the canvas and shouted, "Impossible. The next door is also my house, but it has been empty all the time. No one lives there. You must be mistaken."

"Oh, then I must have been mistaken. Sorry for the trouble," the delivery man immediately opened the door and walked out.

Through the floor-to-ceiling window in the living room, they saw him walking out of the gate.Piajie stretched lazily, about to say something, but saw Mr. Bede put his cigar in the ashtray, stood up, picked up his brush, and walked to the painting board next to Piajie's previous painting spot to start painting.

"This pizza is really good." Karun said.

"Well, the wine is a bit lacking." Piajie shook his head. "I need to hurry up and fill the wine cellar in the basement."

"Hey, why don't you go next door and see? The delivery guy said he saw someone in your house next door earlier. Don't let a thief in." Karun asked.

"Even if there is a thief, what can I do? Thieves just steal things. I don't want to get hurt. My safety is worth more than those furniture." While speaking, both Karun and Piajie were observing Mr. Bede who was painting, but Mr. Bede was frowning and painting very seriously.

However, his posture with the brush was a bit strange, with the tip of the brush raised too high.

It means he's upstairs.

At this time, in the second-floor bathroom, Captain Ters of the Order of Order was standing in front of the mirror, playing with the unused razor in his hand.

...

"Boss, which one will you choose tonight?" Karun asked.

Piajie was taken aback for a moment, but quickly got into the mood and smiled, "He's wine, needs to be savored slowly. You're a cocktail, can try something new. Come on, follow me to the second-floor bedroom first. Tonight, you'll come one by one."

Ters, who was standing in the second-floor bathroom, looked disgusted and uncomfortable. He put the razor back in the sink, took two steps back, turned into a black mist, and flew out of the window.

Mr. Bede put down his brush and said, "He's gone."

The three of them sat back on the sofa.

Karun picked up the red wine glass in front of him, took a sip, and smiled, "Next, we wait for the curtain to rise."

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