'Most of the investigators of the Secret Keeper are ordinary people... But if we really want to divide them, we can still divide them into levels...'
Watching Love open the trunk of the vehicle and start equipping weapons, Fang Xian thought silently.
This is based on his insinuations during this period and a little bit of speculation of his own.
Apprentice, formal, senior, elite, legend!
Needless to say, trainee investigators are just a group of rookies. Of course, there may be some outstanding talents hidden among them.
Official investigators, on the other hand, can solve some ordinary supernatural cases through cooperation.
A senior investigator has a clear mind, a strong body, and subtle insights. With the qualifications to investigate alone, he can often solve a supernatural case on his own, which may involve a little bit of spells or other supernatural powers.
Elite investigators, the backbone of the Secret Keepers organization, are generally involved in supernatural forces, may also possess some supernatural items, and have the ability to solve most cases.
As for the last legendary investigator, he is the ace of the Secret Keeper organization. He must have supernatural powers, control very terrifying influence, know the secrets hidden deep in the world, and may also be directly connected to some extraordinary creatures.
'According to my classification... maybe Love can be considered a senior investigator? He has the ability to solve a supernatural case by himself?'
Fang Xian was slightly lost in thought and received a revolver handed over by Love.
"Take it, this case will be solved by the two of us!"
Love chewed the bullet, kept loading the magazine, and inserted the two revolvers into his waist: "You have already obtained your gun license... So, take it, do you remember the content of the firearms training?"
"no problem!"
Fang Xian skillfully opened the magazine, checked the bullet, and closed it again.
"The target is located in the exhibition, what should we do?" He followed Love outside the exhibition hall and asked curiously: "Shall we wait until night to sneak in?"
"No...according to your description, some people have already seen that sculpture. There may be a problem...it must be solved as soon as possible."
Love showed a smile: "Just wait and watch the show."
Fang Xian waited for a few minutes and suddenly heard a siren.
"Fire alarm!"
"Evacuate the audience!"
A group of police officers wearing black uniforms with six-pointed star badges on their chests rushed into the exhibition hall and began to disperse the crowd.
Not long after, the originally lively exhibition suddenly became empty, and a blockade was pulled around the perimeter.
Fang Xian noticed that the police officers only evacuated the exhibition hall and did not rush into Dewen's workshop. They had obviously communicated with the secret keeper in advance.
'No... maybe the secret keeper is an official organization? No, no, or... a private organization supported by the government?'
If a political power controls the Keeper, it is impossible not to study supernatural powers, which is not in line with the Keeper's concept of restraint.
Therefore, Fang Xian guessed that the secret keeper and the government probably had a cooperative relationship, and it was very close.
"Okay, it's time for us to appear."
Love found a deserted corner, climbed through the window and entered the exhibition hall with Fang Xian.
In the empty hall, the footsteps of the two people became increasingly clear.
Fang Xian took the lead and arrived outside Dewen's studio.
"It's... so great, so shocking..."
In the studio, that group of people haven't left yet. They seem to be immersed in their own little world, unaware of everything happening outside.
"Oral tranquilizer!"
Love made a gesture, took out a small red pill from his belt and stuffed it into his mouth.
Immediately, he held guns in both hands and rushed in: "Ladies...gentlemen...the visit is over, get out!"
Inside the studio.
The men and women stood there motionless like sculptures, unwilling to move their eyes away from the statues.
"Don't you think...this is great?"
Dewen looked obsessed, stroking the half-finished statue and looking at Love.
"Don't you think...this is great?"
In the studio, others spoke at the same time.
Some sweet, some gentle, some old, some sharp voices, like little knives, kept piercing Love's mind.
"ah!"
Even though he was mentally strengthened by drugs, Love couldn't help but cover his head and half-knelt on the ground, feeling that he had lost the strength to pull the trigger.
At this moment, a spherical object rolled in and exploded, emitting a large amount of smoke.
This was because Fang Xian, who was covering outside the door, saw something was wrong and immediately threw the powerful sleep bomb in according to the previously planned plan.
Tsk!
In the white mist, the sound of bodies falling to the ground could be heard.
Love felt that the influence of the ravings on him had been reduced by half. He stood up and pointed his pistol at Dewen, who had not fallen asleep.
If you are not knocked down by the sleeping bomb, it means that this person has been eroded by the power of darkness and has undergone certain changes. He is no longer an ordinary human being and must be taken seriously!
"Put your hands up!"
He shouted: "Otherwise I will blow your head off and tell me... who asked you to make the statue?"
"No one asked me to make it. It was me who wanted to complete this great work..."
Dewen's expression was both dazed and proud: "I learned of its existence from the Kailuo manuscript... It is simply a perfect creation, the art of gods... It still has the last step to complete and is about to be completed."
'Is it a supernatural case that happened by chance, without any organization?'
A person who has already begun to go crazy will not have the concept of forging testimony.
Love subconsciously chose to believe it, feeling relieved in his heart.
At the same time, he saw Dewen ignoring his warning and picking up the carving knife in his hand, as if to continue sculpting.
Love didn't hesitate and pulled the trigger directly.
boom!
In the huge sound, Dewen's head exploded like a watermelon.
The next moment, Love's expression changed drastically.
He saw that in Dewen's exploded head, there was no white and red brain matter, but instead, there were strips of fleshy worms that were constantly struggling and squirming!
These bugs quickly twisted and climbed to the edge of Devin's shoes, crawled along his trousers, across his thighs, chest... and crawled to the broken part of the ferocious neck, and began to hug and regroup.
A flesh-colored head grew back and turned into Dewen's face.
"See? This is the power of worms, the miracle of life!"
He looked enthusiastic.
Every word he said was like a thin needle piercing into Love's mind.
'No...this is...a supernatural force that cannot be solved by firearms!'
'It's too careless. The evil degree of this power is beyond my imagination... I must seek help from the branch!'
Love stepped back quickly.
But suddenly, he lost control of his body.
The scene of those worms constantly climbing and reorganizing into a brain subverted his normal thinking with extraordinary power, causing his consciousness to gradually become blurred...