At 6:30 the next morning, Aldridge got up and went to find Johnny, but he was still not at home.

"Where did this guy go?"

Aldridge was a little anxious. There was such a big mess yesterday. At this time, Johnny, an otaku, was not at home. Where could he go?

After staying in front of Johnny's house for ten minutes, Aldrich walked to the door of 27 Spencer Street.

According to Yuma, she met the girl here before, and although Aldridge didn't believe she would still be here, Johnny suddenly disappeared, and he decided to come and see.

This is a building that looks very similar to Johnny's house, but relatively speaking, it doesn't have much "human flavor". The walls of the building are even more dilapidated. There is no greenery to set off in the big winter, and it has a desolate taste.

Aldridge raised his guard and gently rang the doorbell.

No one came to open the door.

He rang the doorbell again, but still no one responded.

Aldridge sighed and turned to leave.

At a time when contacts could only be met face-to-face and by letter, he really couldn't get in touch with Johnny for a while.

Aldridge borrowed a pen and paper from the surrounding shops, wrote a note card in the crack of Johnny's door, and then went to the Forest Bar, although he was not sure if the Chaos Bar was open today.

Fortunately, the bar is still open today.

Aldridge pushed open the door and went in, and finally saw Mills appearing at the bar again, but there were no customers in the bar, not even a waiter.

"Aldrich, good morning." Mills greeted proactively.

"Good morning." Aldridge sat down awkwardly in front of the bar and asked, "How was it yesterday?"

"Very good, under the light of the mother god, the handling was smooth!" Mills said smooth words, but even a child could hear that his tone was full of ridicule!

"Mills?"

Mills put down the glass in his hand and sneered, "Aldrich, do you know how many people died yesterday?"

"do not know."

"2582 people!" Mills growled, "2582 people!"

"2563 men, 19 women, do you know what that means?" Mills said emotionally, completely losing his usual elegance and calmness.

Aldridge certainly knows what this means. Men are the backbone of a family. Excluding the young people in it, there may be nearly 2,000 families that have suffered a devastating blow.

He was silent for a while, and said in a low voice, "It's not your fault."

"It's not our fault... Hey." Mills sneered strangely, and didn't go any further.

Aldridge heard something different, but he resisted the urge to ask, and instead asked, "Is the cause clear?"

Mills restrained all his emotions, picked up the glass again, and wiped it while saying: "We cleaned up the perpetrator last night, and there may be some fish that slipped through the net."

He didn't say the reason, only the final result, which Aldridge could understand. It was probably a matter of confidentiality, so he couldn't say it.

"What about you, what are you here for today? Don't tell me you're here for a drink."

Aldridge took out the note he had prepared and handed it to him, "I need some materials."

"Again?" Mills said speechlessly. He opened the note and glanced at it. His eyes widened in surprise, and he asked, "Has there been any results?"

Sure enough, it's all based on the materials... Although the amount of materials on Aldridge's note is not small, the types of materials are far less than the last time, so Mills directly asked, 'Has there been any results? ’

The last time he bought a bunch of ingredients, Mills didn't say anything. He probably thought that he bought the ingredients to try to study the potion formula himself, but this time he bought fewer kinds of ingredients, so he made a further judgment.

Aldridge didn't mind his misunderstanding, it was a good thing for him, so he just smiled and said nothing.

Mills knew he had lost his words, and said quickly, "Come and pick it up at noon today."

"Okay."

Aldridge was in a bad mood, so he wanted to order a glass of wine, but it was morning, and drinking was weird and bad for the stomach, so he held back.

Mills suddenly thought of something, stopped wiping the glass, and said to Aldridge, "By the way, you..."

"Huh?" Aldridge gave him a strange look and stopped halfway through?

Mills shook his head, lowered his head and said, "Forget it, it's fine."

"Mysterious..." Aldridge muttered, got up and walked out, saying, "I'll come back at noon."

"Okay."

Mills looked at Aldridge's back with a strange expression.

After Aldridge came out, he began to ponder what Mills said. He seemed to be very dissatisfied with the church's performance in this matter...

Especially when he mentioned the number of deaths, the anger was not just directed at the mysterious person behind it, a considerable part of the anger was more directed at the church.

And Mills muttered, "It's not our fault..."

Intriguing.

Aldridge pondered all the way to the Alva Fighting Hall, ate breakfast under the serious eyes of Surea, and started to exercise.

Although he was very embarrassed, he still asked Sureya for the afternoon leave, and he needed time to go back to prepare the potion that he used for trading at night. UU Reading www.uukanshu.com

Although Suleya was dissatisfied, he didn't say much. He just asked him to add two more days to make up for the time off. Well... the money has to be calculated separately.

The relationship between Sureya and him is not a friend like Andrea, but a clear consumer relationship.

After a sumptuous lunch, Aldrich was about to go to the Forest Bar to pick up materials, but he stopped at the shouts of the teenagers selling newspapers on the road.

"Today's news! Who was behind the out-of-control incident that happened yesterday?"

"The serial killer reappears! The Church of the Mother Earth has broken its trust!"

"Three more lives, has the serial killer ever been caught?"

"…"

The serial killer has started to commit crimes again?

Aldridge knew the inside story, of course he didn't believe it was the same serial killer. He bought a copy of the "Hodu Daily", and the headline on the front page was undoubtedly yesterday's event. edition, that is, reports about serial killers.

According to the report, there was another murder case in the Rolle district. Last night, three ordinary civilians died, and they were all from Rolle district!

Aldrich immediately thought of the long-haired man he had seen last night, thinking that this was not a coincidence, how could there be such a coincidence?

Yesterday, the church had just re-established its prestige, and today it was immediately slapped in the face. The timing of the Hagens Institute's attack was obviously picked!

Aldridge just casually glanced at the headline of the newspaper, but Aldridge didn't like it very much.

In its description of the whole incident yesterday, Shen Guang was the one who occupied the most space and ink, and the people who lost their lives in this disaster were mentioned in one stroke.

Aldridge suddenly thought of Mills' angry taunt.