You ask.Manshe said.
The place of Dionysus, I feel quite good after listening to your description.Chen Ying was a little confused: But seven years ago, our organization sent someone to survey it, and it was a very small place.
Manshe replied: I know that I went back to Yisanjiao and attended the funeral of my savior six years ago, and I also found that the place was much smaller.
Officer Huang hissed in surprise: You mean, the world of fog will shrink?
Not sure elsewhere.Manshe said: But there were originally many islands on the Sanjiao. The mercenary group I was in back then, sometimes if they mess with people they shouldn't mess with, they would temporarily hide in the tropical forests of the island to avoid the limelight.Last time I went back, I found that many islands could no longer go and were blocked by the foggy border.
Is there such a thing?Chen Ying was surprised: Have you reported to the organization?
I reported to Xuanwu, and Xuanwu asked me to keep it secret.Manshe answered truthfully: I don’t know if Xuanwu told President Qilin.
Gao Yang also fell into deep thought: It is still impossible to determine whether the foggy world is shrinking, or whether only the area with the scattered angle is shrinking.
Whether this is related to the 100-year life span of the foggy world is also unsure.
Gao Yang took out his cell phone and I will report to the president tonight together.
I will report to the organization.Officer Huang took out his cell phone and searched for Douhu's number.
Me too.Chen Ying took out his cell phone.
Gao Yang smiled bitterly in his heart: Haha, at this time, competition among the three major organizations emerged, and no information could be lagging behind.
Chen Ying, thank you for your hard work.Gao Yang is kind to the voice: Tongling Dick's watch, looking for clues, the target is the hyena, and the Cangmu religion behind him.
It should be.Chen Ying nodded. She took off Dick's watch at that time just to communicate with the spirit.
……
Within a few minutes, everyone briefly reported the situation to their respective organizations, and Nana consciously packed up the leftover food everyone had.
Chen Ying took Dick's watch and walked into the toilet. Before closing the door, she looked at everyone: I need ten minutes, try to keep quiet.
Everyone nodded one after another.
Chen Ying entered the toilet, put on a clean towel, sat on the toilet lid, and put Dick's watch on.
She closed her eyes, took a deep breath, mobilized the energy in her body, gathered on her wrist, felt the watch, and explored in depth.
She is already at level 6 and is psychic, and she is in a state in a short while.
Her consciousness and inspiration passed through the chaotic information, and used this watch as a medium to gently open the door to time and space, entering a theater composed of information and energy that can make people feel immersive.
Countless memory slices from the perspective of watches unfolded around Chen Ying, floating scene after scene. Most of these slices are Dick's life content, including work, leisure, eating, bathing, sleeping, etc., which have been traced back to twelve days ago.
Chen Ying, who transformed into consciousness and energy bodies, quickly visited Dick's memory slices. Seeing some suspicious memories, he quickly got into the memory and became a watch worn on Dick, experiencing what he saw, heard and felt at that time.
Dick's earliest five days of memory is normal.
During the day he plays his superficial identity, a lawyer with no career aspirations and no fame, and a bachelor.
In the evening, I would go to a tavern near the law firm to have a drink. If I had a chat with my favorite woman, I would take it home for the night. Occasionally, I would find a girl with reasonable prices.
Every Wednesday night, we will conduct an encrypted phone call with the Baichuan Troupe Headquarters away from the city for about 5 minutes to report on our daily work.
Eight days ago, Dick received instructions from Chen Ying, the headquarters, to obtain information about the Cangmu religion and conduct a local investigation.
During the day, Dick reduced his job as a lawyer and took advantage of his position to start a secret investigation.
In two days, he found more than a dozen suspicious targets and finally locked in three. He asked his friends from the Intelligence Bureau to have two drinks and asked him to investigate in depth.
Of course, it is impossible to say that it is investigating the Cangmu Church, but it is a common means of commercial competition that a company wants to dig out the dark history of these three companies and launch public opinion crackdowns.
Friends from the Intelligence Bureau collected money and did not ask much.
During the days when waiting for the results, Dick went to the tavern to drink, continued to inquire about information from other channels, and also brought a blonde home. While buying services, he could see if he could get some information from her.
During this period, Dick and Chen Ying had another phone call to report on the progress of the work.
Three days later, Dick obtained information found by a friend of the Intelligence Bureau and confirmed that the predecessor of the beverage company was related to the Cangmu Church.
Dick reported to Chen Ying again and waited for the Pocang team where Chen Ying was located to come.
With limited time and energy, Chen Ying, who turned into a consciousness and wandered in the chaotic memory, could not visit every detail. She roughly visited and couldn't find a particularly suspicious place.
Dick's memory finally came to the last day, which was the first ten hours after Dick went to the airport to pick him up. Chen Ying discovered a strange and suspicious face.
Chen Ying didn't think much about it and immediately got into this memory.
It is 1 a.m. in Dick's Bachelor Apartment.
As the watch on Dick's wrist, Chen Ying could see the back of Dick's hand and two strange men above his head.
A man has a medium figure, wearing a delicate blue suit, and a precious white pen on his chest pocket. Looking closely, he found that it was made of black metal.
He wore a white mask on his face, and a face without eyebrows on it, smirking strangely.
Another man, probably a man, was wearing a thick and large white space suit and a round orange translucent hood. It was seriously reflective and could not see clearly. He could only see the wet fog whirling inside the hood, with a strange black brown color.
You guys, who are you... Uh Ah... Dick covered his chest and fell to the ground, wow... vomit...
Chen Ying (watch perspective) saw a black blood clot on the floor, like rotten tofu, something spit out of Dick's mouth.
At this moment, Chen Ying was obviously just a watch, but she felt indescribable depression and discomfort, as if she was being brutally attacked by something dirty and evil.
Mr. Dick.The man in the mask of smirk spoke, his voice full of shrewdness and hypocrisy. He bent over, took out a white handkerchief, and handed it to Dick: Come on, wipe your mouth...
Dick didn't answer, his voice trembling: Who are you?...what do you want to do to me...
The place of Dionysus, I feel quite good after listening to your description.Chen Ying was a little confused: But seven years ago, our organization sent someone to survey it, and it was a very small place.
Manshe replied: I know that I went back to Yisanjiao and attended the funeral of my savior six years ago, and I also found that the place was much smaller.
Officer Huang hissed in surprise: You mean, the world of fog will shrink?
Not sure elsewhere.Manshe said: But there were originally many islands on the Sanjiao. The mercenary group I was in back then, sometimes if they mess with people they shouldn't mess with, they would temporarily hide in the tropical forests of the island to avoid the limelight.Last time I went back, I found that many islands could no longer go and were blocked by the foggy border.
Is there such a thing?Chen Ying was surprised: Have you reported to the organization?
I reported to Xuanwu, and Xuanwu asked me to keep it secret.Manshe answered truthfully: I don’t know if Xuanwu told President Qilin.
Gao Yang also fell into deep thought: It is still impossible to determine whether the foggy world is shrinking, or whether only the area with the scattered angle is shrinking.
Whether this is related to the 100-year life span of the foggy world is also unsure.
Gao Yang took out his cell phone and I will report to the president tonight together.
I will report to the organization.Officer Huang took out his cell phone and searched for Douhu's number.
Me too.Chen Ying took out his cell phone.
Gao Yang smiled bitterly in his heart: Haha, at this time, competition among the three major organizations emerged, and no information could be lagging behind.
Chen Ying, thank you for your hard work.Gao Yang is kind to the voice: Tongling Dick's watch, looking for clues, the target is the hyena, and the Cangmu religion behind him.
It should be.Chen Ying nodded. She took off Dick's watch at that time just to communicate with the spirit.
……
Within a few minutes, everyone briefly reported the situation to their respective organizations, and Nana consciously packed up the leftover food everyone had.
Chen Ying took Dick's watch and walked into the toilet. Before closing the door, she looked at everyone: I need ten minutes, try to keep quiet.
Everyone nodded one after another.
Chen Ying entered the toilet, put on a clean towel, sat on the toilet lid, and put Dick's watch on.
She closed her eyes, took a deep breath, mobilized the energy in her body, gathered on her wrist, felt the watch, and explored in depth.
She is already at level 6 and is psychic, and she is in a state in a short while.
Her consciousness and inspiration passed through the chaotic information, and used this watch as a medium to gently open the door to time and space, entering a theater composed of information and energy that can make people feel immersive.
Countless memory slices from the perspective of watches unfolded around Chen Ying, floating scene after scene. Most of these slices are Dick's life content, including work, leisure, eating, bathing, sleeping, etc., which have been traced back to twelve days ago.
Chen Ying, who transformed into consciousness and energy bodies, quickly visited Dick's memory slices. Seeing some suspicious memories, he quickly got into the memory and became a watch worn on Dick, experiencing what he saw, heard and felt at that time.
Dick's earliest five days of memory is normal.
During the day he plays his superficial identity, a lawyer with no career aspirations and no fame, and a bachelor.
In the evening, I would go to a tavern near the law firm to have a drink. If I had a chat with my favorite woman, I would take it home for the night. Occasionally, I would find a girl with reasonable prices.
Every Wednesday night, we will conduct an encrypted phone call with the Baichuan Troupe Headquarters away from the city for about 5 minutes to report on our daily work.
Eight days ago, Dick received instructions from Chen Ying, the headquarters, to obtain information about the Cangmu religion and conduct a local investigation.
During the day, Dick reduced his job as a lawyer and took advantage of his position to start a secret investigation.
In two days, he found more than a dozen suspicious targets and finally locked in three. He asked his friends from the Intelligence Bureau to have two drinks and asked him to investigate in depth.
Of course, it is impossible to say that it is investigating the Cangmu Church, but it is a common means of commercial competition that a company wants to dig out the dark history of these three companies and launch public opinion crackdowns.
Friends from the Intelligence Bureau collected money and did not ask much.
During the days when waiting for the results, Dick went to the tavern to drink, continued to inquire about information from other channels, and also brought a blonde home. While buying services, he could see if he could get some information from her.
During this period, Dick and Chen Ying had another phone call to report on the progress of the work.
Three days later, Dick obtained information found by a friend of the Intelligence Bureau and confirmed that the predecessor of the beverage company was related to the Cangmu Church.
Dick reported to Chen Ying again and waited for the Pocang team where Chen Ying was located to come.
With limited time and energy, Chen Ying, who turned into a consciousness and wandered in the chaotic memory, could not visit every detail. She roughly visited and couldn't find a particularly suspicious place.
Dick's memory finally came to the last day, which was the first ten hours after Dick went to the airport to pick him up. Chen Ying discovered a strange and suspicious face.
Chen Ying didn't think much about it and immediately got into this memory.
It is 1 a.m. in Dick's Bachelor Apartment.
As the watch on Dick's wrist, Chen Ying could see the back of Dick's hand and two strange men above his head.
A man has a medium figure, wearing a delicate blue suit, and a precious white pen on his chest pocket. Looking closely, he found that it was made of black metal.
He wore a white mask on his face, and a face without eyebrows on it, smirking strangely.
Another man, probably a man, was wearing a thick and large white space suit and a round orange translucent hood. It was seriously reflective and could not see clearly. He could only see the wet fog whirling inside the hood, with a strange black brown color.
You guys, who are you... Uh Ah... Dick covered his chest and fell to the ground, wow... vomit...
Chen Ying (watch perspective) saw a black blood clot on the floor, like rotten tofu, something spit out of Dick's mouth.
At this moment, Chen Ying was obviously just a watch, but she felt indescribable depression and discomfort, as if she was being brutally attacked by something dirty and evil.
Mr. Dick.The man in the mask of smirk spoke, his voice full of shrewdness and hypocrisy. He bent over, took out a white handkerchief, and handed it to Dick: Come on, wipe your mouth...
Dick didn't answer, his voice trembling: Who are you?...what do you want to do to me...
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