Refugee area.

The streets of the refugee area were not as clean as any other, and the supposedly flat ground was stained with sewage, dust and unknown liquids, like the men who had been sold into a training camp not far away, scarred and lifeless by the pain and desires of others.

There will be no one on the streets of the refugee area after 9 p.m. except wild mandarins, drunkards, and gangsters - if you don't want to encounter hopeless beasts that have been devoured by alcohol and drugs, then stay at home with your doors and windows closed. If you happen to have someone in the house who looks good, be sure to close the curtains and don't go out too often during the day, both men and women.

The refugee area is chaotic and has so many interests at stake that the aristocracy will not agree to the Guild putting it in order without ironclad evidence - even if the so-called nobility is bought from the Guild, but the economy in their hands makes it difficult for the Guild to move them.

If the chaotic, filthy streets are a portrait of the ordinary people here, then the brightly lit and noisy taverns are a portrait of those who profit from it.

The taverns here are full of the eyes of the big gangs and nobles, and the bright lights and the voices of the poets sing the praises of the good are the best coats for all dirty business.

Enacyrin and Nina were now sitting at the bar in a tavern, patiently waiting for Nina's informant. Nina and Enacillin each ordered a glass of wine with a low degree of alcohol, Nina didn't touch a drop, but Enacillin picked up the wine glass from time to time and brought it to her lips and made a drinking motion. But if a person with high spirituality takes a closer look, he will definitely find that the spiritual energy around him is constantly circulating - this is a small trick he stumbled upon when constructing the "painted skin", as long as the spiritual energy around him is constantly circulating, he can maintain the freshness of the "skin", and at the same time will take away volatile substances such as alcohol.

As for the problem of being drugged in the wine, does anyone say that the psionic energy cycle of enacillin can only take away the alcohol in the body? What does the decrease in the amount of alcohol in the cup have to do with whether or not the alcohol is drunk or not?

Slapping away the hand reaching for his thigh once more, Enaicillin took the dagger from the inside of his trench coat with an impatient look, nailed it to the bar full of similar marks, and glanced indifferently at the man who had just reached over.

Ernacillin didn't quite understand what this group of people were doing to harass themselves, a man who was essentially female and sexually handsome on the outside, to harass himself as a genuine, aggressive-looking man?

He frowned and brought the wine glass to his lips, his Adam's apple rolling, and the psionic energy around him circulated faster.

These people who have money to enter the tavern are not so easily frightened, in the refugee area, they have seen more corpses than they have eaten, and they don't know how many adventurers have played with such a character and behaving like this, this time it is just a little cutie who has grown up from an adventurer to a psionic guild - the cross on Enacylin's wrist allows them to confirm his identity, after all, no one will wear this thing to the tavern except the psionic envoy.

Still too young. Nina thought, neither disguising herself as ordinary, nor knowing how to hide her identity, but she really dared to pour the wine glass into her mouth, so she almost wrote the word vase on her face.

Nina was a little confused, a little disappointed.

Ding——

The door to the tavern was pushed open again.

It's Nina's informant, an old man who keeps coughing.

But the tall man behind him was not a good kind.

"Are you sure she'll be here tonight?" a deep voice sounded, carrying a heavy sense of oppression. His eagle-like gaze scanned the people in the tavern, and finally locked onto Enacylin, who had a dagger in his hand in front of the bar.

Nina, who had been leaning back to the bar and looking at the scene in the room, frowned slightly, she couldn't understand why the old man betrayed him, obviously he helped him when he was penniless and waiting to die.

The highly spiritual Eneracillin, who found himself targeted the moment the man saw it, followed that line of sight without fear, his brow furrowed, and he seemed to have unintentionally pinched the cross on his wrist. Then he turned his head impatiently and muttered in a voice that only he could hear, "Here we are." ”

"What?" Nina didn't hear clearly, only to see Ernacillin put away his dagger and get up to leave. She quickly got up and followed in the footsteps of Enacylin.

He ......," the old man noticed Nina, and was about to speak when he was glared at by the tall man. In order to solve the problem of the psionics, you have to choose a sparsely populated place, as long as no one sees it, there is no ironclad evidence, and without ironclad evidence, the big nobles who profit from the gangs have a reason to prevent the psionic association from cleaning up the refugee area. Besides, the important thing in hunting is the process, and watching the prey struggle desperately under your own hands is the true meaning of hunting. The man smiled with a thick malice and watched Ernacillin and Nina leave leisurely.

......

Enacyrin and Nina walk on a deserted street.

Nina was actually very puzzled, Enacilliclin sat with her in the tavern, and sat there drinking and chatting without asking any news, and left immediately when she saw the gangsters and the informant who betrayed her, doesn't it seem that we are even more suspicious?

The more she thought about it, the more confused her head became, and she couldn't help but say, "Why did we leave so soon?

"No, the intelligence is here. Before Ernacillin could finish speaking, the curvature of the corners of his mouth was pinched by a tall man and pressed to the ground before he could switch.

"Good evening, psionic makes, the little cuties of the association. It was the man in the tavern, with a malicious smile on his face. "I thought you'd learn a lesson by throwing that C-class psionic envoy on the street, but I didn't expect to send a vase over, tsk. ”

Nina froze in place, she didn't expect this to happen. The man's deep voice had a heavy oppressive force, and Nina's face turned pale, and fear made her fall to the ground uncontrollably.

"Loose ...... Hands!" Enaxiline frowned, his face flushed with suffocation, and the feeling of his life being threatened made his expression look a little frightened.

"Oh, it's a pity, it's a psionic power, otherwise it's good to take it back and play slowly, I like this type very much. Ah, yes, I remember you're here for a little girl, right? Hmm...... It seems to be called Lena Hayes. The man looked with interest at Enacylin, who was struggling in his hands, and decided to say something to stimulate him again, to see what other pleasant expressions he could show. As for the person next to him, what can the helpless person do? Reality is not a drama, how can there be so many reversals?

"No...... You ......" Fear made Nina's brain unresponsive and didn't react to what was happening at all.

"You ...... What's wrong with her?!Where is she?" Enacyrin struggled, his voice hoarse. I had long known that Mafia's bastard was not a human, but I didn't expect it to be such a beast. He glared at the man with resentment, eager to kill him with his gaze.

"What's wrong? Thrown into the training camp, of course. Do you think we're going to lock her up and serve her to you, kid?" the man sneered at Enacylin's expression, then licked his lower lip and said in a nostalgic tone: "She looks so good, like a melt-in-your-mouth little cake, sweet and soft, it's just addictive." ”

"No...... Little Lanna...... Devil...... You're the devil!" Nina couldn't control her emotions, she couldn't imagine her only sister going to a place like training camp.

"Oh, you can't stop it, so you did that...... What a sin deserves death. Enacillrin's eyes, who had just looked a little frightened by suffocation, suddenly widened slightly, and the corners of his mouth hooked up in a strange arc. His hand reached into the pocket of his trench coat and pressed a picture card to the ground.

"You ......" The man didn't react to Ernacillin's strange expression, only to see the filthy street beneath him twist and shatter, gradually covered by the black and white chessboard-like ground, and the low buildings around him distorted and blurred, assimilated into the black and white that was spinning as if they had been swept into a whirlpool. In just one moment, Ernacillin and the man were in an upside-down and strange space, where countless painting tools seemed to be suspended in time - this was the Upside Down Studio!

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"Upside down. ”

Ernacillin snapped his fingers, the floor and ceiling suddenly changed, the direction of gravity changed, and the man who originally pinched Ernacillin's neck and pressed him to the ground fell down in horror at this time, and Ernacillin had already mastered the use of the upside-down studio, and skillfully and smoothly stabilized his posture in mid-air,

Smack

Ernacillin snapped his fingers twice, the first time was to turn the studio upside down, so that the man flew towards him under the action of gravity, and then after grabbing his shoulder, he snapped his fingers again to reverse it, and threw him face to the ground hard, under the effect of gravity, this time the man could lose most of his combat effectiveness.

Ernacillin fell from the sky, stepped on the neck of the man who fell face to the ground, clasped his hands behind his back, and clamped his index and middle fingers between them, and stuck a picture card on the man's arm that was buckled backwards.

"Freeze. ”

The cards turned into elements, tightly imprisoning the man's arms.

"Ah...... It's a lot of work. Ernacillin touched his neck, and he didn't have to look at it to know that it was bruised. "Throw the eight-year-old girl into the training camp...... "Annacillin smiled, picked up the frozen "dagger" card and turned it around in his hand, the drawing card was distorted and illusory, and the shape of a dagger gradually became clear.

"Come, tell me, what have you all done to her, where is she in the training camp now?" Enacyrin crouched down, a gentle smile on the corner of his mouth, but his eyes were like the ice of the polar region, with a piercing coldness. He held the dagger to the man's temple, and his voice was a little low and hoarse because he had just been pinched by the force, like a dangerous devil in hell who was constantly tempting people.

"As long as I say it, you'll let me go?" Although the man had multiple fractures on his body, his tone was calm and restrained, and the pain did not affect his ability to think.

"Nope. Enacillin didn't bother to lie to him, "I spent so much energy playing a vase just to lure you over and let you go?" Enacylin's hand holding the dagger increased slightly, and beads of blood oozed from the man's temple. "You can choose to say it or not, and it determines whether you go to the Intelligence Division as a corpse or live as a test subject to the research lab. "Enacillerin didn't care about his answer, the important thing was to know what they had done to Lanna and those who were captured by them, and that was what Enacilliclin wanted. Only by knowing these materials can they experience it in the same way.

"I remember you said you sold her to the training camp?" Enacillin got up and turned him over on tiptoe, "I'm in a hurry now, and I don't have time to throw you into the training camp, so I'll confiscate your tools and send you on your way, do you think it's okay?"

"......" The man stared at Ernacillicillin with wide eyes, feeling more and more that he had nothing to do to provoke a madman. "You madman!" he gritted his teeth.

"Hehe, thanks for the compliment. "Eneracylin's dagger moved down and stabbed it hard.

"Ahh

"Madman!

Even if a man's tolerance for pain is extremely high, the pain of being stabbed with a dagger is enough for him to scream.

"Shhh...... The voice is quite loud. Enacillicillin rubbed his ears, "Goodbye." ”

He pulled out the dagger and plunged it through the man's temple.

......

Nina was in a very dazed state now, and Mr. Cillin and the little leader of Mafia suddenly disappeared in place as if they were covered in black and white paint. Then, after about three or four minutes, Mr. Cillin, who behaved like a flower in a greenhouse, appeared from the same place, and was wiping the dagger with the little leader's clothes, and the little leader was lying on the ground, and there was a bloody hole in his temple still flowing bright red liquid, and the lower half of his body was blurred with disgusting and terrifying flesh.

Nina felt a little confused, obviously her life was still threatened three or four minutes ago, and suddenly reversed three or four minutes later.

Enacillerin cleaned up the dagger, got up and said to Nina, "Please be mentally prepared, we will go to the training camp to find your sister next." Then, his voice was a little low: "I'm sorry, we're still late......" He lowered his head and lowered his eyes, suppressing his emotions.

"No, it's not your fault, we can't take their fault to ourselves. Let's go, Mr. Sillin. I thought, I can accept the result, my sister is still alive, and that's enough. Nina smiled bitterly, at least my sister is still alive, as long as she is alive, there is still hope for everything. "And, I'm sorry, but I still don't quite understand why my informant betrayed me, when I gave him help and money in his most difficult time. Nina was still confused.

"No, it's very simple. In this place, if you don't have the strength to keep your money, even if you get a lot of money, it's useless. Even if you flee this place with all this money, you will still be detained by the Mafia members guarding the gate on the way. It's better to report it to them honestly and get a little shelter. "Anacyrline came to a conclusion based on what Lynn had told him before and what he had seen with his own eyes.

"Is that so...... Nina sighed, and now it seems that she is the one who is "still too young". "There shouldn't be such a filthy, filthy, numbing and painful place, isn't there a way to clean it up?" said Nina, thinking of her sister, the informant, and the man struggling to survive in the refugee area

"I think after this mission, there will be a reason for this place to be cleared. "Annacyrin only felt sad, in such a place where the filth floated on the surface, such a filthy and unconcealed place, such a place of pain and desire, I wonder how many people are like Nina's sister. And in such a place, there is no ironclad evidence to purge, and the hand of the nobles is stretched too long.

Ernacillin looked up, and the night above him was like a pool of stagnant water, without waves, but he understood that there were countless stars and a silver moon hidden under this stagnant water, and what he had to do now was to stir up this stagnant water, so that it would not be calm or peaceful.