The ending now was selected by Ye Mingyu after careful consideration and many results.

Even if he does not resist, a simple accident cannot kill him.

The protagonist's halo will create countless accidents and erase all dangers.

For example, there happened to be a mage practicing flying skills nearby. He caught Ye Mingyu when he fell, and for example, the patrol mage arrived in advance and cast anti-gravity spell...

That's why Ye Mingyu is fearless.

The reason why I chose to resist was only due to the past habits.

He doesn't like giving fate a chance to roll dice.

But in this way, the scene where the spell casting was just continuously should have been captured by the "Flowing Speed ​​Test Camera".

Some of his strength was accidentally exposed.

High-speed spell casting.

An average spell model is activated in 0.6 seconds, while the world record is 0.7 seconds, which was completed by a genius from the Elves in the 1980s.

If it is an old mage of the human race, it will take longer, usually ranging from 0.9 seconds to 1.2 seconds.

From the data comparison.

Although Ye Mingyu only shortened the time a little, he had completely reached another level.

It can be said that this wave of sensation has risen to the stratosphere.

In the flashing police light, the patrol wizard quickly blocked the scene, while Ye Mingyu was called to question.

After learning that he was the "Interim Staff Officer of the Supervision Department" appointed by the Saint, and the driver was the officer of the Supervision Department, the captain of the patrol wizard immediately realized that something was wrong.

Ye Mingyu was attacked and kept informing him of the attack and finally broke into the Magic Bureau of the Imperial Capital.

The son of the oracle almost died?

Involving the supreme gods, this has surpassed political events!

For a moment, undercurrents were surging in the imperial capital, and the powerful and powerful people from all sides were inquiring about the whole story, wanting to understand the whole story.

However, no one has fully reliable intelligence.

This driver was like an ancient dead man. He could not find out his origins and details without any relatives or reasons. There was a fog in front of him and behind him.

Ye Mingyu, as the victim, also fell into deep thought.

Who wants to kill me?

The first time, it was also a natural idea.

Ye Mingyu pinned the suspect to the undead clan. This man was a guy who betrayed his own race and an undercover agent of the undead clan in the human race.

But guessing is guessing, whether it is true or false, and you still have to wait for the autopsy result.

"You dare ask what you plan next..."

The captain stepped forward carefully and asked Ye Mingyu nervously on the blocked asphalt road.

"Don't change, go to the Supervision Bureau, borrow a car, and ask for a new driver. I haven't taken the driver's license yet."

"I understand," the captain responded repeatedly, turned his head and greeted loudly, "Call a patrol car! There is Xiaohu, come here and see Mr. Ye off."

Preparation is complete.

This time there was no accident, and Ye Mingyu arrived at his destination safely.

He also considered the possibility of the death row coming from the Supervisory Bureau.

Although there is, the chance is very small.

Because it's too easy to leave your feet.

And think from a more practical situation.

The reason why the dead soldier chose to intercept the killing halfway was to prevent Ye Mingyu from coming here.

No matter what, you cannot make the enemy happy.

With this idea in mind, he pushed open the glass door of the Supervision Bureau.

The supervisor who had received the news had been waiting in the hall for a long time, and then he had routine apology and other things.

All around were excellent officials from the Supervision Department. Ye Mingyu was not a mess. He had been arguing for about a few minutes before he got to the point:

"I wonder if you have any clues about the lost artifact?"

The best situation that Ye Mingyu expected was of course no clue.

How to check if there are no clues?

Can't check it!

Then wouldn’t it be natural to take advantage of the situation?

Although I don’t work due to salary, this matter is a bit unethical.

But Ye Mingyu has experienced many strong storms and a tenacious personality, and there is no problem with bearing this psychological pressure.

"There is still a little bit of clue..." said the supervisor seriously.

It appears and I don't want to hear anything!

But if it's just a little bit, there should be no problem.

"Let's listen." Ye Mingyu pretended to be like a poker face on the floor.

"First of all, the Ministry of Public Security has recently investigated the riots in the new district. I thought it was just an ordinary fight, but I actually found the banned drugs of the undead tribe. We still don't know how this drug was introduced into the imperial capital, which means that the undead tribe has unknown hidden threads in the imperial capital..."

Ye Mingyu's forehead hangs black lines.

This is called a little bit?

Do you call this a clue?

I'm afraid that I'm not having any misunderstandings about this word?

However, the supervisor was still talking:

"Then apart from the above, the surveillance videos in the old district captured traces of people. At the same time, there were rumors of haunted in the abandoned buildings nearby. I heard that white ghosts could be seen. I heard the sound of children eating in the middle of the night, but after entering, I found a strange prayer array..."

Ye Mingyu tried his best to keep calm.

I only felt that my face had a close contact with the supervisor's saliva Xingzi, and the endless voices drowned out his heart.

It's like a huge wave swallowing a lonely boat.

The boat hit the reef and suddenly became a wooden board.

Five minutes later.

The supervisor finally finished speaking and drank a glass of water to moisten his throat.

Ye Mingyu was overjoyed and thought to himself that it was finally over. Who knew that the next sentence would drive him from heaven to hell:

"Actually, what I'm talking about is just a drop in the bucket. There are 72 clues in total, each of which is worth doubting. If you are interested, please come to the archives room..."

pause.

Ye Mingyu's mood collapsed.

He would never lie. Instead of letting him waste time on his fun investigating, he would rather have the attack just now come a hundred times!

These clues have been investigated in less than half a year, right?

I, Ye Mingyu, are a mage, not a famous detective!

Even if he has read more than 900 levels of Conan, he is proficient in hundreds of methods of committing crimes and knows that there are thousands of non-present certificates, he will not be able to do this job!

If I had known that the artifact was in the hands of a bastard, I would have killed that guy!

Don’t you know if everyone lives in a harmonious society?

Always cause trouble for others.

It’s just a matter of trying to make a lot of water, but it’s too difficult for me!

Ye Mingyu's eyes revealed the melancholy of a beautiful man.

"What's wrong? Are you feeling uncomfortable? Is it better to go to the hospital after the attack just now..." said the supervisor worriedly.

"No," Ye Mingyu smiled far-fetchedly, "It's more important to find the magic weapon. I'm just thinking about where the thief is going, and I can't figure it out for a moment."

Hearing this, the supervisor and the officials around him all looked in awe.

He is worthy of being the teenager mentioned in the oracle.

Most people often feel impetuous when they have the immediate treatment.

But at this moment, Mr. Ye is still down-to-earth and thinking about the case is simply a role model for the human race!

Perhaps he only has the realm of a mid-level mage.

But with such a mind, he cannot be called powerful. Who else in the world can be called?

For a moment, many officials thought of their usual inaction and immediately lowered their heads in shame and secretly vowed to follow Ye Mingyu!

The two went to the archives room and read the piles of records.

Ye Mingyu put the last stack of records back to its original place.

He touched his chin and thought, "I think it's better to start with the clues of haunted old districts."

"The old district is haunted...why?" the supervisor was stunned.

"Keep confidential." Ye Mingyu smiled mysteriously.

nonsense.

Of course it's because it's best to check this thing.

Just squat there, it’s easy and simple, and you can take the opportunity to play with your phone.
Chapter completed!