In the next two days, the security bureau was infiltrated many times, and Lindy's villa was also infiltrated again.
With the experience of dealing with infiltrating enemies for the first time, Felin became even more comfortable with dealing with infiltrating enemies the second time.
He did not choose to read in the bedroom on the third floor, but in a room at the back of the villa.
The person who wanted to sneak in was discovered as soon as he approached the villa from behind.
After sneaking into the villa, I encountered him before I could attack the people in the villa.
He easily eliminated a few low-level cultists and gained 15 mystery points.
A house somewhere in Constantinople.
In the living room, there are two couches with a tea table in the middle. There are two people sitting on each of the two couches.
The two people on the left are two men, both wearing masks on their faces.
One of them wears a black bird-face mask, which looks very much like the death bird in urban ghost rumors that can bring disease and disaster.
Another man was wearing a bone mask made from the bones of some kind of monster, and his body exuded a sense of eeriness and terror.
It is easy to tell from their attire that they are members of the large cult organization Hellface.
The two people on the right are two women.
They all wear white turban caps on their heads, and on top of the caps they all have a vertical eye as black as ink.
One of the women had platinum-blond hair and very fair skin, giving her a pure white color.
Another woman has brown hair, wide lips, and wheat-colored skin.
Their outfits are exactly those of Death Eye, another large cult organization.
"Tell me, why did you invite us to meet?"
The woman with wheat-colored skin asked.
"Of course we are discussing matters related to the Chess of the Night. You won't tell me that you Eyes of Death infiltrated the city of Constant, not for the Chess of the Night?"
The man wearing a bird face mask said.
"Of course we are here for the Chess of the Night, but it seems that we have nothing to discuss with you. Are you Hell Ghost Face willing to give up the Chess of the Night to our eyes of death?"
The wheat-colored woman chuckled lightly and asked.
"No, that's impossible. The Chess of the Night is not only a top-notch type 4 cursed object, but also an extremely special cursed object. We can't give it to the Eye of Death."
The man in the mask with a small face shook his head.
"Then what else is there to discuss? It's impossible for you Hell Ghost Face to give up the Chess of the Night, and we, the Eyes of Death, can't give up the Chess of the Night. The two sides are destined to be in a competitive relationship."
The woman with wheat-colored skin said.
"Although we are in a competitive relationship, it does not prevent us from cooperating."
The man in the bone mask said.
"Cooperation? I think we want to use our Eye of Death to attract the attention of the Security Bureau so that you can seize the Chess of the Night, right?"
The wheat-colored woman smiled disdainfully.
"No, we seek cooperation with sincerity."
The man in the bone mask shook his head.
"But the strength of either of our two parties in Constant City is not enough to take down the Constant City Security Bureau. As for waiting for reinforcements, that is impossible, because the people from the General Security Bureau must already be on the way."
"If we want to capture the Chess of the Night before the people from the General Security Bureau arrive, it is only possible if both of us work together."
Seeing the seriousness of the man in the bone mask, the woman with wheat-colored skin stopped the smile on her face and asked.
“How do you want to work together?”
"Join forces to attack the Constant City Security Bureau, destroy the Constant City Security Bureau, and take away the Chess of the Night."
The man in the bird mask said.
"How to distribute the chess of the night?"
The woman with wheat-colored skin asked the key question.
"After the Conston City Security Bureau is destroyed, everyone will rob it based on their strength. Whichever organization robs it will belong to that organization."
The man in the bird mask suggested.
"Each one will snatch it based on his strength?"
The woman with wheat-colored skin has clearly moved. In terms of strength, she naturally does not think that the two of hers are inferior to the other two, and that they will compete with each other and cannot win.
She turned her head to look at the platinum-haired woman who had never spoken a word. Feeling her gaze, the platinum-haired woman did not speak, but nodded slightly.
Understanding what the woman with platinum hair was thinking, the woman with wheat-colored skin said.
"This proposal is very tempting, but since the cooperation was proposed by you Hell Ghost Face, you Hell Ghost Face need to show due sincerity and you will be the first to launch the attack."
"Okay, we, the Ghost Face of Hell, will be the first to launch the attack."
The man in the bird mask and the man in the bone mask thought for a while and chose to agree.
In the morning, Felin got on Lindy's carriage, and after a week's interval, he accompanied Lindy to the security bureau again.
A week has passed and the puppetization of his legs has been completely lifted.
In the carriage, Felin read this morning's Tai'an Daily.
Yesterday, there was a murder case involving multiple people being killed on Nightmao Street, which was suspected to have been committed by gang members.
Yesterday, multiple people were poisoned in Iron Cross. According to investigation, it was caused by a gas leak.
…
Felin saw signs of cover-up in the newspapers and guessed that there was probably a mystery behind these incidents.
He looked at Lindy and asked.
"A lot of mysterious incidents have happened recently?"
"It is true that mysterious incidents are frequent. After all, there are so many cult organizations and evil occult organizations sneaking into the city."
Lindy nodded and said.
"The Security Bureau's manpower is somewhat overwhelmed, and some suspected mysterious incidents have been entrusted to other occult organizations in the city to handle."
After arriving at the security bureau, Felin and Lindy separated and went to Lounge 201.
Pushing open the door to the lounge, I found Ivy wearing a light blue dress sitting next to the sofa making tea.
"Miss Ivy, long time no see."
Felin greeted Ivy with a smile.
"Are your legs healed?"
Ivy looked at Felin's legs and asked.
Felin was resting because of his legs, and she had moved out of Lindy's villa, so the two had not seen each other for a week.
"It's ready."
Felin walked over and sat next to the sofa.
Ivy took out a clean teacup and poured Felin a cup of tea. Felin took a sip of the tea and praised it.
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This was a sincere compliment. Sometimes he would make Ivy's tea himself, but the tea he brewed was quite different from Ivy's, thus wasting this high-end tea.
"I just soaked in it too many times."
Ivy shook her head.
She has been learning tea art since she was a child, and she has been taught by a special etiquette teacher. She makes tea more often, and practice makes perfect.
"I heard that mysterious incidents have occurred frequently in the city recently. The bureau is very busy. Didn't you receive the mission?"
Feline asked.
"I received a mission, but I completed it yesterday afternoon."
Ivy said.
"No wonder, it seems that I came back at the right time. Maybe there will be a new mission today."
Flynn said.
He did not resist the tasks of the Security Bureau.
In order to upgrade the Ring of Soul and the Guardian of Silver, he consumed a lot of Mystery Points. In addition to the 15 Mystery Points he had obtained previously, he only had 15 Mystery Points.
20 mystery points.
Such a small number of mysterious points is not even enough to upgrade the mysterious gun from the fifth ring to the sixth ring. There is an urgent need for new mysterious points to be recorded.
Bang, bang, bang!
There was a knock on the lounge door.
"Brother Shen!"
"Um!"
When Shen Changqing walks on the road and meets familiar people, he will say hello or nod to each other.
But no matter who it is.
There is no unnecessary expression on everyone's face, as if they are indifferent to everything.
Regarding this.
Shen Changqing has become accustomed to it.
Because this is the Demon Suppression Division, an organization that maintains the stability of the Qin Dynasty. Its main responsibility is to kill monsters and monsters. Of course, it also has some other side jobs.
It can be said.
Everyone in the Demon Suppression Division has a lot of blood on their hands.
When a person is used to seeing life and death, he will become indifferent to many things.
When he first came to this world, Shen Changqing was a little uncomfortable, but he got used to it over time.
The Demon-Suppressing Division is huge.
Those who can stay in the Demon Suppressing Division are all powerful masters, or those who have the potential to become masters.
Shen Changqing belongs to the latter.
Among them, the Demon Suppressor Division is divided into two professions, one is the Guardian Envoy and the other is the Demon Slayer.
Anyone who enters the Demon Slayer Department starts from the lowest level as a demon slayer.
Then he will be promoted step by step, and eventually he is expected to become a guardian envoy.
Shen Changqing's predecessor was a trainee demon slayer in the Demon Suppression Division, and he was also the lowest level among the demon slayers.
Possess the memory of the previous life.
He is also very familiar with the environment of the Demon Suppression Division.
It didn't take long for Shen Changqing to stop in front of a loft.
Different from other places in the Demon Suppression Division that are full of chills, the attic here seems to stand out from the crowd, showing a different kind of tranquility in the bloody Demon Suppression Division.
At this time, the attic door was open, and occasionally people came in and out.
Shen Changqing only hesitated for a moment before stepping in.
Enter the attic.
The environment just changes in vain.
The fragrance of ink mixed with the faint smell of blood hit his face, causing him to frown instinctively, but then relaxed it quickly.
There is almost no way to cleanse away the smell of blood that comes from everyone in the Zhenmo Division.