"You really don't treat me as an outsider at all. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 info" Looking at the back of Fan Kongxue leaving in a hurry, the corners of Wuxian's mouth curled up in a curved arc.

It is not true that the transaction information is not allowed to be passed on, but as Wu Xian said, Fan Kongxue did not feel that she was an outsider, even though she was once a disciple of the Twelve Branches of the Ye Family.

Fan Kongxue's trust in Wu Xian is not for nothing, as the president of the mercenary branch, it is impossible for her to act rashly and do things according to her own preferences.

Agreeing to let Wuxian flip through the information, in that short moment, she also had a thought process of her own.

First of all, Wuxian's recent performance is very outstanding, especially when she helped the mercenary branch find out an alien race, and also exposed his true face in public, which makes her different from others, and it can be said that she is grateful to the mercenary branch.

In addition, Wuxian herself is a mercenary, this is an undoubted fact, not to mention that she is still the first on the list of mercenaries in Dongcheng District, and she is no longer an outsider.

Wuxian is so smart, maybe he can really help himself see something.

With such an idea, at the moment of Wuxian's proposal, she agreed without a little hesitation, but made Wuxian stunned for a while.

……

"A bit of information. Fan Kongxue held the half-human-tall material in her arms, kicked the door open with her toes, and smiled apologetically at Wuxian, "It looks like it might be time-consuming." ”

Fortunately, she didn't close the door before leaving, and the door opened as soon as she kicked it, and Wuxian came over to help her share some of it, took a stack of them, and put them on the desk where she had cleared a large area, and then glanced at the night outside.

The night was deep, and there were still three hours before dawn.

Three hours, looking for a little clue, is completely enough.

Closing the door, the two sat face-to-face at their desks and began to work together.

Fan Kongxue was responsible for sorting out the information in chronological order and handing it to Wuxian one by one.

While flipping through the materials, Wuxian was not willing to settle down with his free hand, picked up the paper and pen on the table, and unconsciously wrote and drew on the white paper.

Fan Kongxue curiously leaned over to take a look, only to see that the handwriting on the paper was like a ghost drawing, and he couldn't read a word.

"......" What is this doing?

However, Fan Kongxue was curious and curious, and didn't ask a word, for fear of disturbing Wuwu's thinking.

Wuxian is really thinking, when she is immersed in her own spiritual world, she doesn't care about everything in the outside world, and even the handwriting under her hands is completely free of herself, and she writes wherever she thinks of it, and the handwriting on the entire blank paper looks like a child's graffiti from a distance.

……

After some observation, coupled with the calculations on paper, it really made Wuxian find a little trace.

She noticed a strange phenomenon.

In recent years, whenever there have been large-scale casualties among mercenaries, such as the case of group annihilation, or when mercenaries who go out on missions alone have serious casualties, there is a good chance that their target monsters have problems.

Taken together, this problem is extremely concentrated.

The strength displayed by those target demonic beasts was not quite the same as its actual level, and it was basically far beyond the level it should be able to achieve.

For example, the intelligence officer investigated and found that the level of a certain Warcraft was level four, but it was only after the mercenary went to the in-depth contact that he found that its level was at least level six or above, and the limit of the Warcraft that the mercenary who went to complete the task itself was only level five.