"twelve?"

When hearing this number, old Saman's first reaction was:

"so much?"

immediately,

He then realized the special meaning of the number "12" in the Cult of Kosmos.

The organization of the Whip of Order is one captain plus twelve members. There are a total of twelve Order Knights. In the Order God Cult, there are many existences corresponding to this number.

"Are you sure?" Old Saman asked.

Karen nodded: "Well, sure."

"Okay, I'll design it, and it can be done before noon. Give me your desk."

"OK."

Karen picked up the book "I Forgot You in Spring" and stood up, leaving her seat. .

After the old Saman sat down, he picked up the pen and laughed at himself:

"These are all people who are dying, and they will be ordered to work."

"That's the only way to be fulfilled."

The old Saman said unhappily: "Thank you."

"You're welcome."

Karen walked out of the study room and sat down on a bench in the yard, leaning back, and behind her was a flower garden with a strong fragrance of flowers.

Continuing to read the book, after a while, Karen noticed a strange figure walking into the backyard from the door of the store.

Moving away the book, Karen looked at her. She had blond hair with a shawl, a slender figure, and was wearing a red corset, looking elegant and dignified.

Karen subconsciously compared her to Eunice in her head, the instinct of any creature with a companion.

After comparison, I found that my own Eunice has a better figure and better temperament than her.

The woman also noticed Karen's eyes on her, and smiled at Karen, saying:

"How do you do, sir, I suppose you are my employer? Dora and Doreen often tell me that their brother is handsome and want to introduce me, but you seem to have been too busy to talk to you really See above."

Karen stood up and shook hands with the woman:

"Hi, my name is Karen, sorry, I've been busy a while ago."

"You can call me Darshan, I do Dora and Doreen's composition, math and art."

"Oh, then you are really all-powerful."

"The main reason is that you, Mr. Karen, have a high salary."

"I believe you deserve this salary."

Darshan went to Dora and Doreen's room, and Karen sat down again and continued to read.

I saw the part where the author suspected that his wife was cheating. This part was too abstract, so that Karen felt that the author should be in a state of insanity at that time. Generally, people in this state will be suspicious like a mouse. Can take the initiative to make up many pictures that do not exist.

The description of the part about killing his wife is a bit messy. The reason is that there was a quarrel in the morning. The author asked his wife where the milk was.

Don't you have a hand to carry it yourself?

After this sentence, the author’s chaotic description, the sentence became extremely unclear, and the logic of thinking also became very chaotic. He was holding a knife for a while, an ax for a while, and a metal trophy for a while. In the end, he didn’t know what the real weapon was.

But all the confusion ended after that sentence appeared.

"She's dead."

After this sentence, the author's writing description suddenly became very rigorous, and the logic of the story immediately raised to a very high level.

Next, he began to dispose of the body, and after that, he dealt with the inquiries after his wife "disappeared" and dealt with the police.

Karen rubbed his eyes. This book is not thick, and the story is not too long. If the various hysterical redundant adjectives filled in the first half of the book are removed, the book can be thinner, but in the publisher It seems that the chaos in the first half is the real attraction, so I basically reserved it.

This is indeed the case. Although the body handling part is written very carefully, it is not so good-looking.

Karen began to turn the pages continuously, to the end.

The last volume is prose, which has nothing to do with his wife, nor does he make the slightest confession here, but sings about dandelions.

Karen closed the book, and before he knew it, the sun was already high.

When he came to the kitchen and saw Heely preparing lunch, Karen picked up an apron and tied it around his waist, and said:

"I'll make lunch."

Karen picked up a kitchen knife, weighed it in his hand, and smiled again.

…

"well…"

The old Saman completed the drawings, a total of ten drawings, he drew them all, divided into two parts: coffin making and formation arrangement, this is the result of his simplification of many details, because he knows that the person next to Karen is helping to run Experts in the refrigerator can understand the meaning of these omissions, so you don't need to explain them in detail.

Alfred pushed open the study door and walked in, picked up the coffee pot and refilled the old Saman's cup.

Old Saman pointed to the drawings on the table and said, "That's all, pack it up."

"Okay, you worked hard."

Alfred carefully put away these blueprints.

Old Saman picked up the new coffee, took a sip, and said, "Show me your notebook again."

"I can read it to you, but I can't show it to you."

"What's the point?"

"I read what you can hear, and I don't read what you can't hear."

"Heh, isn't what is written down just for people to read?"

"Yes, you are right, but it is also divided."

"I can't see?"

"You can't."

"Why not?"

"Because you're still alive."

"It means that after I die, I can read it?"

"Yes."

"Tsk... this reasoning doesn't make sense."

"Makes sense."

"You want to bury that notebook with me?"

"no problem."

"Are you willing?"

"I have copied more than twenty copies, so it's nothing to send you one to be buried with you."

"I'm curious, how can someone like you be willing to be someone else's servant?"

"Aren't we all God's slaves?"

"It's different."

"It's nothing different. The young master won't let me die, but God Pamires wants you to die tonight."

"It's not what God asks for, it's what I ask for myself!" Old Saman raised his voice.

"God is very busy, too busy to open his mouth to ask us to do something, but our words and deeds meet God's standards."

"You know, I thought you were crazy a while ago."

"I still have a record here, which is very similar to the sentence you just said. I haven't had time to read it to you."

"Oh? What words?"

"When people laughed at me as a lunatic, I also laughed at him, and I couldn't see clearly at all."

"Are you... laughing at me?"

"Anyone of different faiths thinks the other is hopelessly lunatic."

"Why do you feel a little different in your tone of voice today?"

"Is there any difference? I have always used the 'honorary title' to you."

"Oh, I know, I know that I'm going to die tonight, and I know that there is no hope for preaching, so I don't bother to flatter you sincerely."

Alfred smiled and said nothing.

"What is Karen doing now?"

"Master is in the kitchen."

"I'll go find him."

The old Saman got up, and walked out of the study while flexing his body.

Alfred picked up the blueprint and said to himself:

"Who will continue to feed the fish that have already been caught?"

Pushing open the door, walking into the bedroom, and coming to the cubicle, Kevin was crawling there and fell asleep returning to the cage. This dog has recently been running the refrigerator and making array beads. After Lun got up, it went to replace the energy crystal in the refrigerator, and it was lying in the nest in the compartment to catch up on sleep.

Seeing Alfred coming, Kevin could only open his eyes helplessly.

"Look at these."

Alfred spread the blueprints in front of Kevin. Kevin stretched out his dog's paw to press it, and shook his head at Alfred. Alfred immediately opened the small cabinet and took out a Wear glasses for the golden retriever.

Seeing Karen eating with bamboo chopsticks, Alfred, who was able to order ten pairs of silver chopsticks immediately, naturally ordered a pair of gold-rimmed glasses for the golden retriever in the optical shop.

Kevin kept nodding his head while looking at the drawings:

"Wang."

"I think so too, he's really good."

"Wang."

"Well, of course I know that you are not a professional in this field, but I understand your vision and experience, and I can figure this out quickly. Isn't there a blueprint for this?"

"Wang."

"The number 12 was determined by the young master himself."

"Wang."

"This is not the first time this kind of coincidence has happened."

Alfred took out a newspaper from his arms. It was the "Weekly Order" that had just been delivered today, and Karen hadn't had time to read it yet.

In the upper part of the front page, it was written that the Cult of Order officially declared war on the Cult of Reincarnation at noon yesterday;

The second half is written that the Reincarnation Cult submitted the surrender document to the Cult of Order yesterday morning.

"Look here."

Alfred pointed to the small bold print below the line declaring war:

"Because the existence of the Reincarnation Religion has destroyed the order that should exist between life and death, I, the Reincarnation Religion, declare war on reincarnation!"

"When the young master came back last time, he told me what happened at that time, and he also said this sentence that he said at that time. The young master always believed that this sentence existed in "Symme". I saw it in the book Symmetra, so I remembered it only when I had an impression in my mind.

But the fact is that there is no mention of the relationship between the God of Order and the God of Reincarnation in "Same Light", nor does the God of Order ever say such a sentence. I guess, these two gods The relationship should not be very good. "

Kevin nods.

"So, the young master uttered a sentence that did not exist in "Symme", and it was also used as a ostensible reason to start war in the order of the God of Order to declare war."

"Wang?"

"When the decree was read out, the young master was listening in the conference hall. When he heard the reason for declaring war, he probably became more certain that it was what he read in Symmetra."

"Wang."

"I know, I will go and tell the young master, after the funeral is over."

"Wow, woof?"

"Impossible, impossible, it is absolutely impossible for the young master to be the God of Order, or else Master Dies scolds his daughter-in-law every day, and the young master scolds himself every day?"

"Wang."

"I am more inclined, because the young master chose the path of order, because after a truly great existence takes this path, flowers that belong to him will bloom on both sides of the path he walks."

"Wow, woof."

"Actually, at the beginning, I regarded the young master as you. I thought the young master was an evil god, so I planned to follow the young master. But gradually, I found that the evil **** is just a dog in front of the young master."

"..." Kevin.

"Sorry, I'm not targeting you. What I mean is that the evil **** can make me follow and serve, but young master, you can make me feel his every word and deed from the bottom of my heart, which is something you can't do."

"Wang."

"Okay, you continue to look at the drawings. You can ask Pu'er to help you list the materials you need. I will go to the black market to buy them. We will try to make all twelve coffins in the shortest possible time."

"Wang?"

"Where to put it? This funeral club doesn't seem to be big enough, and it would be too much work to dig a basement underneath. The most important thing is that there are too many forces in York City, and such a large and operating formation is too conspicuous." up.

How about placing it in Allen Manor, remember that there is an auditorium there, it is just right. "

Kevin nodded the dog's head and raised the dog's paw.

Alfred raised his hand and patted the dog's paw.

…

It's lunch time.

Karen cooks a table of dishes, and has several specialties of hard dishes.

Old Saman, who didn't want to eat lunch, just happened to pass by the door of the restaurant. After he walked past, he took a few steps back and stopped, looking at the rich dishes on the table.

At this time, he realized that the oily noodles, dumplings and hot pot that this kid made for himself before were often just to make do with himself.

"Have they sent it over there?" Karen asked Shirley.

"Send it, young master, I'll eat there too."

The finished dishes were divided into four parts, and one part was sent to Dora Doreen, their mother and teacher, and Xili also ate there;

One was given to Pu'er and Kevin; one was given to Pique and Dingcombe.

The remaining portion was on the table. Alfred came in and washed his hands and sat down at the table. Karen also sat down. Both filled rice, picked up chopsticks, and began to eat.

Oh, and there was a bowl full of rice beside it, and Karen requested chopsticks to be inserted into the bowl.

"Hmm...cough!"

Old Saman cleared his throat at the door.

Karen and Alfred continued to eat their own, pretending not to hear.

"Cough cough cough!"

Karen looked towards the door with a smile, pointed to the rice bowl with chopsticks stuck in it, and said:

"Come in and eat, this bowl of rice was originally prepared for you."

Old Saman came in, sat down at the dining table, looked at the table of delicacies, his eyes were a little gloomy.

"you do this delibrately!"

"When there is business, the food will be better than usual. This is the rule." Alfred explained.

Karen said to the old Saman: "Eat it. Your body has not been embalmed, and it will definitely be dirty after lying in the coffin. The food is not bad."

"Oh, indeed."

The old Saman finally got a reason to convince himself, picked up the chopsticks and started eating, and when Karen and Alfred were full and put down the chopsticks, the old Saman continued to fight for more food.

"You kid made me such a rich meal earlier, maybe I can give you something good again. You're at a loss, you're at a loss."

"Is there anything good in your house?"

"Not in my house, but in a restricted space."

"Forbidden space?" Karen looked puzzled, "The forbidden space of the Cult of Order?"

"yes."

"Would you like to go in there?"

"Hehe, I just thought about it, but I never took action."

Karen once entered the forbidden space with the mask given by his grandfather and another copper lax coin, but he knew that place was very dangerous.

Old Saman got up to serve the soup, and Alfred took the bowl to do it for him.

While waiting for the soup, old Saman said again:

"Your captain, there are secrets."

"I see."

"knew?"

"Um."

"Know everything?"

"should be."

"Including why he came to the cemetery every day a few days ago?"

"He was looking at you, and then stopped to rest at Eliza's gravestone."

"Ah…"

The old Saman showed a meaningful smile, and deliberately let Karen see this smile clearly.

"What else do you know?"

"Forget it, I'm about to die, so I won't talk much, don't die so uneasy."

"I don't like playing charades like that."

"He may or may not have told you, but it's not something I should talk about, is it?

And at least, I can tell that he won't do you any harm. Your captain is reliable at critical moments. "

"You can tell me what you know."

"Don't say, unless you wake me up after I die, but unfortunately, my realm is very high, you can't wake up, hahaha."

"hehe."

After lunch, old Saman asked Mrs. Lake to help him retouch his makeup;

Because her husband is a judge, Mrs. Lake obviously has a stronger resistance to this kind of people and things, and she just has the mentality to complete the work as usual.

After everything was ready, at a quarter past two in the afternoon, old Saman lay down in the coffin in the center of the mourning hall.

The mourning ceremony officially begins.

More people came to mourn than Karen expected, and many of them were neighbors living next to the cemetery. The people of Wayne and Ruilan have a similar habit, that is, they don’t regard the cemetery as a gloomy place. Instead, he likes to visit them as a park, so the old Saman has accumulated a lot of popularity over the years.

But there were many people who came to mourn, and almost none offered money, and obviously the relationship was only for the sake of one last look.

Derius didn't show up again, but the captain came halfway and handed a small bag to Karen, which was full of order coupons. At the same time, he didn't forget to tell Karen that he had already withdrawn the coupons owed to him in advance. up.

This also declared that Karen's treatment fee was in vain.

The captain paid his respects to the old Saman lying in the coffin, and then chose to leave.

The mourning ceremony ended at dusk, and all the guests left. The old Saman was able to get up from the coffin. He had completely let himself go, and had dinner with him.

After dinner, old Saman lay down in the coffin again, and Peek and Dingcomb carried the coffin onto the hearse together.

Karen acted as the driver himself, and started the hearse to the Ivy Cemetery, where the old Saman dug the tomb for himself in advance.

While the hearse is driving,

The old Saman lying in the coffin felt a little bored. Seeing Alfred writing something in that notebook again, he asked curiously:

"Have you transcribed something new?"

Alfred shook his head and said, "Enriching the legends of gods is what a believer should do, isn't it?"

"You are so devout, but the **** you believe in may not be able to see it."

Alfred looked at the old Saman~lightnovelpub.net~ and said seriously: "But I can guarantee that the eyes of God have already fallen on you and decided your fate."

"Okay, okay, you are such a magic stick."

Old Saman yawned,

continued:

"Ah~ I'm sleepy, it's good, I can sleep forever later."

"Yeah, that's great."

Alfred agreed, closing the notebook at the same time.

He just wrote down a few numbers and symbols on the latest page of his notebook:

【2/12】

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