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"Itana."

Hearing Amanda's answer, [Sai Gong] in the bar shook the red wine glass in his hand and said with a meaningful expression.

"What you are facing is the revenge of an ancient god."

"He roams this forgotten land and dominates everything through the grotesque club."

"Of course, Izana's revenge is just an opportunity, a part of the rise of darkness."

Following [Sai Gong]'s explanation, Spike spoke with a silent expression on the opposite side.

"Or rather, some kind of trial."

Regarding Spike's understanding, [Sai Gong] shrugged somewhat noncommittally, then took a sip from the wine glass in his hand.

"Judgment."

Spike's description made Amanda's previous guesses resurface in Amanda's mind.

She murmured and repeated it before looking at Spike in the box and asked.

"So, this trial is really..."

"You need to find the answer yourself, Amanda."

The opening interrupted Amanda's question, and Spike looked at the strong female detective with slightly drooping blue eyes, a bit inexplicable in his tone.

"This is the beginning of everything and the end of everything, and you are the only being who can find the truth."

"the truth?"

Frowning, she glanced at Spike in front of her, and Amanda couldn't help it.

"I don't care about the truth, my only purpose is to prevent a disaster in Washington, no, the whole of America."

The opponent was the sun **** that only existed in mythology and history, and Amanda did not feel that she could defeat the opponent with her own strength.

Only the gods can fight against the gods.

This is also the purpose of her entering the bar.

Speaking, Amanda turned her gaze to [Sai Gong] and said word by word.

"I'm here to sign a contract with you, [Sai Gong]."

This is the only way Amanda can think of to stop the Washington problem, relying on the power of the devil to fight the sun **** in Indian mythology.

"to be honest……"

Confronting the pact that Amanda proposes.

[Sai Gong]'s eyes flashed a trace of intention, and his eyes swept over the female detective in front of him.

"I don't have any reason to refuse this kind of contract delivered to the door, but unfortunately, as Spike said, the opportunity you are looking for is not with me."

In the end, he shook his head and rejected Amanda's tempting contract request with regret.

"However, as a reward for bringing a gift to your door, I can help you a little bit. At least in the next process, those spirits raging in Washington will no longer be your trouble."

After rejecting the contract proposed by Amanda, [Sai Gong] turned around and said something inexplicable to her.

As the voice of [Sai Gong] fell, [Sai Gong] gently shook the red wine glass in his hand.

In Amanda's puzzled eyes, amidst the ripples of the red liquid in the transparent goblet, a figure wearing a brown coat and a bow tie with a hook in his right hand loomed in the wine glass of [Sai Gong]. Twisted struggle.

It's candy man.

There is no doubt that the gift mentioned by [Sai Gong] is this evil spirit wandering the streets of Washington.

Without Amanda noticing, Candyman followed Amanda into the bar.

As an evil spirit transformed by a curse, to a certain extent, Candyman is almost unsolvable. From the fact that it moves between the mirrors through the sound of the off-road vehicle, it can easily kill all the soldiers on the vehicle. can be seen.

However, even such a candy man.

The practice of entering the bar is tantamount to throwing yourself into the net.

After all, the owner of this bar is one of the seventy-two demon gods of Solomon in the legend.

In the wine glass, the Candyman struggled to make a growl, as if trying to break free from the goblet.

But all this fell into the hands of [Sai Gong], but it was obviously just a futile struggle, shaking the wine glass to drink the red wine in it.

Along the way, even the evil spirit that brought Amanda a huge pressure of life and death along the way swallowed it.

"It tastes okay."

[Sai Gong] Smashed his mouth, and seemed to reminisce the taste of the red wine brewed by this evil spirit.

Then, with another look of regret, he said, "Unfortunately, the soul as the raw material is not complete and cannot be compared with the real wine."

This kind of evil spirit summoned by fear cannot be completely eliminated.

This is also the key to why Candyman can not die. As long as the believers who believe in Candyman are called to exist, this evil spirit will always wander over Washington.

And in today's Washington, Candyman fanatics are everywhere.

After drinking the red wine in one gulp, [Sai Gong] shook the empty wine glass in his hand, and gently tapped in Amanda's direction~www.novelmt.com~ seemed to perform some kind of ritual on her.

Then he turned his head and glanced at Spike in front of him: "I've already done what I need to do, and I'll leave it to you next."

After saying this, the figure of [Sai Gong] in the box suddenly turned into an illusion and disappeared from the seat.

On the other side, Spike retracted his gaze from the position where [Sai Gong] disappeared, turned his head to look at Amanda who was still standing at the entrance of the box, and then stretched out his hand.

"Sit down first."

In the face of Spike's invitation, Amanda was silent for a while before taking a seat in the box while clutching her injured arm.

"You don't need to keep this thing anymore. I think [Sai Gong] should have already dealt with your injury for you."

Seeing that Amanda was still covering her arms, Spike couldn't help but remind her.

Hearing his words, Amanda let go of the palm of her hand that had been covering her arm with some doubt, and then moved her injured arm, and found that the arm that was still aching had already recovered as before.

"Want tea?"

With a snap of his fingers, two cups of steaming hot tea appeared in front of him on the empty coffee table in front of him.

Spike reached out and pushed a cup of hot tea in front of Amanda, and at the same time took a sip from the teacup in front of him with a rude face.

Looking at Spike, who didn't consider himself an outsider at all.

If she didn't remember clearly, she was entering the [Sai Gong] bar at the moment, and Amanda almost came to Spike's house because she was.

He took a sip of the hot tea in the cup, under the unblinking gaze of Amanda in front of him.

Spike spoke slowly.

"Actually, as I said before, I can't tell you all the answers..."