She gently pushed open the door.
A man in his early fifties, who had gray hair on his temples and a resolute face, wore a formal brown suit, sat quietly behind his desk. His fingers were lightly tapping on the dark desktop, his eyes were sharp rather than muddy.
Whats the matter? His inquiring tone was rather like an order.
Su Ling withstood the pressure and said: I have important information to pass on. It cos from the chess player in the coffee shop and will be delivered directly to you according to your order.
Uh-huh.
The Director nodded his head without any unnecessary words.
Su Ling stepped forward and put the black file case on the desk and then retreated without saying a word.
Just this couple of action made her little tense.
In fact, the director was just sitting calmly behind the desk and didnt even scrutinize Su Ling or enquiring any details. But Su Ling was so overwheld with this pressure it was like standing in front of a giant dragon, no, this influence was definitely stronger than a giant dragon.
It must be the influence of extraordinary power, yeah absolutely. She silently comforted her dangling heart, not believing the possibility that she was timid just now.
The Director silently opened the black file, flipped through a letter, and finally looked at the few creased paper, through the process never once his eyes stayed long on any lines, it was just like reading so random feeds, and his expression also remains unchanged.
Closing the file he raised his head and asked calmly. What does he want?
Su Ling was too occupied of comforting her so the sudden question slightly startled her and imdiately replied, Mr. Shen said that this is a cooperation, the Anti-Magic Bureau owes him a favor to be repaid later.
Favor
The Director seed to be savoring this word, and after a long ti, said, The matter between you and the Chess Player, dont tell anyone, apart from , understand?
Yes. Su Ling replied instinctively in response.
She didnt hesitate in slightest, because it was sothing, which was ntioned from the very beginning.
At the ti the bureau held the eting and decided to send soone to in contact with the Chess Player, but apart from director no one knew she was the person in charge of communicating with chess players.
The senior investigators only knew soone was in charge of the Chess Player, but they didnt know the specific person.
Su Ling had a strange thought that if one day she and the director suddenly disappeared, Mr. Shens connections with the Anti-Magic Bureau would also beco scarce, right?
The director stood up from his chair, he was over 1.8 tall with a stout figure, he looked tough at the sa ti handso.
Follow .
Saying that, he left the office, and Su Ling followed behind him.
The two made their way to the buildings elevator and took the elevator to the second basent floor.
Things on the first to fourth underground were all secret about the inner world, and the deeper you go, the scarier the things you could co into contact with.
The second underground floor was no longer accessible to ordinary (D, C) investigators. Only senior investigators could enter without applying permission.
As for the fourth underground floor, it would only be accessible to the Director and the two Deputy Directors.
There were many rooms on the second underground floor, which were cells, storage rooms, and laboratories.
As Su Ling walked along, she saw through the window that a researcher in one of the rooms was circling around in front of a well and mumbling sothing.
He bled a live chicken and threw it into the well. Then he imdiately lay down and heard a shrill scream coming from the well.
Su Ling was montarily speechless. She always felt that anyone who could do research here was half crazy.
Finally, they ca in front of a room.
It was a rectangular black room, ten ters long, five ters wide, three ters high, completely opaque, in the room there was a bed, a telephone booth-like bathroom and a low table.
The director said calmly: She is resting here again, but we need her help.
Su Ling knew that this was the prophets room, and she would often run here to rest like autistic.
But the prophecy will be invalidated, right? The Pseudo-Gods have interfered with the prophecy.
The director took out a pale blue ring from his shirt pocket. There was a hidden needle on the ring. Once it was worn on the finger, the needle would pop out and pierce the finger to absorb the lifespan of the wearer.
Let her wear this.
The power of this mysterious relic can briefly raise the prophecy ability by one level.
At a glance she recognized that this was a disaster-level relic, and rely wearing it for a while would also deplete the users lifespan.
The director continued: We must seize the target as soon as possible, otherwise, it is likely to cause huge casualties to the people and will escalate to the point of irreversible.
Well.
Su Ling nodded slightly and took a deep breath.
She knew with this limited ti and situation there was no better way other than this. In addition, the prophet would not object, but instead see it as a good thing that would enhance her sense of worth.
Taking the ring, Su Ling pushed the door open and entered the room, and imdiately heard a female voice.
Sorry.
Um?
Su Ling looked at the girl sitting on the bed.
Dressed in a plain white dress, the girls body was unusually thin, her dark hair was a little ssy it spread all over her shoulder and reached below her hip. There was tears in the corner of her eyes and she dropped her head dejectedly.
The most striking thing about her were her limbs her legs and arms were replaced by exquisite prosthetics, made of tal, and only her head and torso were normal flesh and blood.
The Prophet looked up apologetically at Su Ling, and it was not the first ti they had t.
Su Ling was slightly startled.
Why do you have to say sorry to ?
The Prophet just shook her head, forced a smile, and said, Give the ring.
Su Ling was a little confused, but still nodded, and reached out the ring.
Um.
The Prophet smiled and comforted: Dont worry about , the director will find a way to help restore my lifespan.
Ten minutes later, Su Ling stood at the side, her hands were clenched into tight fits, looking at the prophet sweating profusely on the bed, she imdiately stepped forward and removed the unstained ring.
Its really been hard. Thank you. She said seriously.
They already know the location of the Pseudo god at this mont.
Execute the capture imdiately.
Su Ling once again ca to the coffee shop.
She mused for a mont and walked in as calmly as possible.
Shen Yi saw her as soon as she pushed open the door, with a smile he pointed out a corner spot.
Have a seat.
Su Ling said after sitting down. Just lemonade.
The corners of Shen Yis mouth twitched slightly, but he nodded. Good.
As soon as he ca with lemonade Su Ling continued: The arrest operation will be carried out tonight. If there is an accident then, we hope you can provide support.
Shen Yi sat on the opposite side and asked rhetorically, Is that so? You guys already owe a favor, and not only are you not thinking of repaying it, but instead you want to continue to help?
Uh, yeah
If it were anyone else they would feel embarrassed, but Su Ling didnt have any and even took a sip of lemonade. Anyway, the one who owed favors was not her but the Anti-Magic Bureau, so what is there for her to embarrassed.
Okay, Ill help if necessary.
Shen Yi nodded. In fact, even if they didnt ask, he would still find a way to catch the Pseudo-Gods. Of course, it would be a good thing to make the other party feel that he owed more favors.
Shen Yi glanced at Tina who was working on the counter. One of the three necessary causes was currently staying in his cafe.
He continued to look at Su Ling: I wish you success in arresting him.
Although he said this, he felt that it would be difficult to succeed. The pseudo-god had many plans and he must have had backup plans long ago. It would not be so easy to catch him.
After Su Ling left, he called Tina behind the bar.
Dont go ho tonight, stay in the coffee shop. His tone was so serious, making it impossible to resist.
Tina was stunned for a mont, then her face started to turn red, while her mind started to made up things.
Reviews
All reviews (0)