Fang Xian handed Love a bouquet of flowers as a discharge gift.
"To be honest... what I'm looking forward to more is a bottle of champagne..." Love made a little joke and took the flowers: "Your vacation is over. I submitted the application for you to become a formal investigator. It should be soon.
It will be approved."
"OK."
Fang Xian nodded and suddenly looked at Love: "Do you...do you have anything else to say to me?"
"Yes."
Love was a little surprised, but thinking of Rocca's super inspiration, he didn't question it at all: "You have to be careful in the future. If someone suggests that you voluntarily apply for review, don't agree."
"Oh why?"
Fang Xian asked.
"As an investigator, as long as you are an ordinary human being, your endurance is limited, and the review is conducted in complete isolation from the outside world. There are too many situations that may happen..."
Love looked solemn: "In short...if there is such a thing, as long as it is not forced, we cannot agree."
"It sounds like someone is trying to frame me, and you've already stopped me once?"
Fang Xian sniffed the air.
At the same time, fragmentary phantoms of the previous meeting flashed before his eyes.
He seemed to see Love arguing fiercely with an old man and finally slamming the table.
"Hmm... This old man looks familiar. He seems to be one of the people in charge of the branch, named Ketian?"
Fang Xian secretly remembered this face.
And Love had no doubts.
After all, Fang Xian hid half of his inspiration, so it would be great to be able to channel some vague information.
He had no idea that Fang Xian's inspiration had reached the point where he could trace the origin of the deity upon hearing its true name.
This is already reaching the level of the abyss!
Even among those legendary investigators, not every one of them has such terrifying inspirations.
At this time, after just chatting with him for a few words, I extracted a lot of useful information.
'Does this Ketian want to die?'
Fang Xian lowered his head, his expression suddenly turned a little cold.
Of course, he knows that if he is just an ordinary investigator, within the secret keeper system, he may not be able to play with the high-ranking old fox even if he has been playing for ten years, and he may be punished casually with an excuse.
.
'If you want to do this, you can't do it from the bright side...just go to the underworld and kill it.'
That's the convenience of having a hidden identity.
'Why do you feel like I've played this trick before?'
Fang Xian inexplicably felt that this scene was a bit familiar, and immediately thought of his own operation when he was the Great Sage of the White Ape. He couldn't help but nodded and understood the source.
"Okay, don't talk about this anymore, let's talk about our next work."
Love brought Fang Xian into the office: "After Madman Town was taken over from above, it has been almost sealed off... Our next focus will be on the Falling Star Order... At this engagement banquet, our
There were heavy casualties, and it is definitely a rare and vicious case in the history of the branch."
"So...the focus of all the next work is to catch those rats in the sewers and kill them! Of course...and the Wind Chasing Order!"
Love's voice was resonant.
Fang Xian, on the other hand, was a little speechless and wanted to say to him: 'You are too optimistic...'
What Love knew about the Fallen Star Order was only a small part of what had surfaced.
According to the confessions of high-level officials like Shara, the nature of the Fallen Star Order is almost like a major alliance of pagan factions, with extraordinary power.
Fang Xian pretended not to know anything and opened the file. The first thing he saw was the arrest warrant for Xia La and the bald old man.
He curled his lips and said nothing more: "Then...this is our next work."
"Yes."
"Okay. Let's get started."
Fang Xian smiled and tried his best to act like an ordinary investigator.
…
"Mr. damn ring..."
Smith was walking in the bookstore and unconsciously touched his buttocks.
As a painful price for the last time he stayed up late to watch, he was not only severely punished by his parents, but also had his pocket money deducted.
But, but...
You will never understand the desire of an avid reader to read more.
He only ate bread every day, saved his lunch money at school, and came to the bookstore resolutely.
"Found it..."Horror Hill 2"!"
Smith found the target and immediately grabbed it with joy.
He noticed that this was the last book on the bookshelf.
Obviously, the sales volume of Mr. Ring's series is quite good.
"I hope it won't be too cruel..."
Smith has learned the term "torturer" without a teacher, and it seems that it may become a major sensationalist genre.
He had a plan this time. He did not participate in club activities after school in the afternoon and hid directly in an abandoned playground. He sat on a horizontal circular hollow cement column and started reading impatiently.
After a long time, Smith finally put it down with satisfaction: "Mr. Ring's work still seems so enjoyable, that's why he insists on torturing the protagonist... The key is that there is such a big suspense at the end that has not been resolved, ah... I'm so sad,
I feel terrible……"
The more he thought about it, the more he felt like he was holding his breath and wanted to do something.
Otherwise, it would simply explode.
Smith jumped to the ground and kicked away stones on the roadside.
Click!
Suddenly, a sound that shouldn't have happened reached his ears.
"Is it a tin box... a toy from a neighborhood kid? A secret treasure?"
Smith looked at the rusty box dug out of the soil, with an expression of mischief and curiosity on his face, and opened the lid of the box.
After opening the rusty box, there were no toys or pocket money as he had imagined.
On the contrary, there are only a few thin yellowed papers inside, most of which have been corroded, and even small parts of the writing on them can't be seen clearly.
"What's this?"
With a little curiosity, Smith read the content on the paper: "The Lost God, Fang... Warlock! The source of Warlock, the Lord of the Heavens..., the Lord of Tribulation, the Immortal Existence, the Endless Time and Space
King!"
He stumbled and read the name unconsciously.
Whoosh.
The breeze blows.
At this moment, Smith felt as if something was clutching his heart.
Before his eyes, scenes after scenes of phantoms appeared.
Those black shadows were fleeting and difficult to catch, but they imprinted part of the knowledge in his mind.
…
Time seems to pass very slowly, but in the outside world, it only passes by a moment.
Snapped!
The book in Smith's hand fell to the ground. He didn't pay any attention. He carefully picked up the iron box and stumbled away, muttering:
"After seeing the real horror, even the sunshine and flowers lost their color..."