In the evening, the office of the crown prince.

He Yi put down the pen in his hand and stretched out tiredly. Today, He Yuanzheng went abroad to visit Wèn, and some affairs were naturally handled by him, so that he was busy in the morning and did not have much rest until now.

The weather in Witton has always been good, and the visibility is very high today, He Yi walked to the window to prepare for breathing, and just stood still, but saw an unbelievable picture - a few hundred meters away on the outer wall of the white dormitory, there seemed to be a small black dot slowly moving downwards with difficulty.

Because the distance was too far, He Yi thought that he had seen it wrong, rubbed his eyes and looked at it again, the little black dot was still very strong. Hang on top.

The location there should be below his and He Chen's bedroom, how could something stick to the stone wall? It's not time to clean the exterior walls of the palace today......

He Yi walked back in wonder, picked up the binoculars in the bookcase and pointed them at that location, and looked at them carefully......

Isn't that Hechen?!

He Yi: "??? ”

The bear child didn't know where to turn out an outdoor rope, and took advantage of the shift change of the guard team to sneak out of the window of the room and prepare to walk out of the dormitory!

He Yi: "......"

He Yi really took He Chen, how long is this kid's brain circuit?

Regarding what happened early this morning, He Yi really didn't want to admit that he actually had such a powerful brother. In a fit of rage, He Yuanzheng punished He Chen for running around the palace all morning, and after finishing his work, he was confined and confiscated the means of communication. In short, the possibility of him contacting the outside world was eliminated, so of course He Chen couldn't go to Shen Siyuan.

Is this called a tooth for a tooth? He Yi thought with black lines on his face, he couldn't climb the window directly if he was in a hurry, He Chen really had another ocean in his mind......

But hasn't this kid discovered that there are secret agents hidden around him? He Yi shook his head, put down his binoculars, and walked to his desk to call the Royal Guard.

Suddenly, there was a knock on the door.

He Yi paused, wondering why the secretary didn't report that someone was visiting, but he immediately knew who it was.

"Please come in."

Xu Linfeng pursed his lips and walked in.

He Yi straightened up respectfully and said, "Queen Mother." ”

He Yi's office was not a suite, it was much smaller than He Yuanzheng's, and Xu Linfeng didn't walk a few steps to his desk.

The two were separated by a table, He Yi was over 190 tall, and Xu Linfeng needed to tilt his head slightly to look at him.

"Are you busy?" Xu Linfeng asked.

"I'm not busy, I'm done with today's business." He Yi said with a smile.

"Hmm......" Xu Linfeng nodded, "Sit down, I'll leave if I say something." He took out a piece of paper from his briefcase and gently pushed it in front of He Yi.

He Yi didn't move, looking puzzled: "What is this?" ”

"Just look at it." Xu Linfeng looked at the text and said softly, "Joseph—"

He Yi stiffened, and looked at Xu Linfeng with wide eyes.

Xu Linfeng was shocked by his reaction, and hurriedly added, "No, nothing...... You- you remember to come to dinner later. After finishing speaking, he seemed to feel a little embarrassed, and He Yi was almost never absent from the table.

He Yi still had that indifferent expression, as if the previous gaffe was just an illusion, and said solemnly: "Okay, Queen Mother...... Thank you. ”

After Xu Linfeng left, He Yi turned over the piece of paper, which was a detailed record of the questioning.

He carefully read the text word by word, and then read it again from beginning to end, as if to memorize every line, and then put it in the shredder after a long time.

The only sound of shredded paper was left in the office, and He Yi opened his wallet and pulled out another headshot from behind his personal photo.

It was a handsome young man with curly blond hair, squinting his eyes and staring lazily at the camera, as if expressing his displeasure with the candid photographer.

He Yi caressed his face with his fingertips, his eyes full of affection.

Ningxi City.

Red. The chubby man, who was naked, was blindfolded and knelt in the center of a circle of candles, around which stood a circle of white-robed saints, armed with jet-black broadswords, walking with ghostly steps, chanting in a whispered hymn.

It's a dimly lit basement surrounded by rough, wild reliefs, and the floor is lime-painted with eerie abstract lines, like some kind of ancient religious symbol.

And these patterns point to a chair in the room.

The man's face was covered with totems drawn in blood, like a ghost from hell. His limbs were securely tied, and behind him there were people with potions and needles, reverently piercing patterns behind his back.

This is the oldest form of tattooing, and it leaves a deep imprint on the pain at the same time.

No one recognized that the man who was incomparably wolf at the moment was actually one of Túrin's most successful new entrepreneurs, the chairman of the board of directors of Hengxin Group, Luqiu Yunyao.

Parrett sat on the top seat, staring at the qiē indifferently.

The ghostly white-clothed saint slowly circled around Luqiu Yunyao, and after a few rounds of holy chanting, the tattoo master also completed his work.

Luqiu Yunyao's back, covered with thin sweat and blood drops, appeared an eagle holding a flower, ready to fly.

"Great Father, your word is righteousness, and I will always offer your truth and cleanse my sinful soul."

Then came Parrett's indifferent voice, as soft as the snow of early winter: "Swear by your life." ”

"I swear by my life." Luqiu Yunyao grovelled on the ground, reverently knelt in front of Parret, and kissed the marble at his feet, on which was engraved a bewitching black flower, "I would like to be the most lowly slave, and be faithful to God the Father forever." If there is any betrayal, cut off my mouthpiece, dig out my guts, and let my torso burn forever in hell and burn in the fire for all eternity. ”

"You're going to have a new lease of life, Mr. Luqiu, and welcome to the Black Kite Knights."

"For the great ideal country."

At the end of the long staircase, Joe stared at the qiē in amazement.

He had only been part of Parrett's team for three years, and he knew that behind the team was another huge organization running a meeting, but this was the first time he had seen a senior member of the group join the ceremony.

So weird and so bloody, it makes people shudder.

But what surprised him the most was not the ceremony itself, but the man kneeling on the ground - Lu Qiu Yunyao, who was ranked in the top ten of the world's richest list, turned out to be their person?

Joe watched silently, but suddenly felt a chill down his spine, and at some point, Parrett had already looked in his direction.

The falcon-like gaze made him take two steps backwards, and he managed to stabilize his mind, took a deep breath, and ran to the stairs to escape from this paradoxical place.

However, when he returned to his room and was about to close the door, he was suddenly blocked by a foot that suddenly stretched out.

It was Parrett who walked in.

Joe looked at him nervously.

Although he choked Parrett a lot as the team's vice-captain, he still had a faint fear of this man - he never knew who the other party was and what kind of background he had.

The last time Igor shot without permission, he didn't know how Parrett had dealt with it, but Igor gouged out his own eyes the next day. When he saw the other party's corpse, he could barely control the churning of his stomach and almost vomited.

"Honey, are you afraid of me?" Parrett closed the door with his hand, he was no longer the weird appearance he had when he was in the basement, and he looked arrogant as if he was just a mercenary, "I thought it would end early, so I didn't expect you to see it, I'm sorry, it seems to scare you." ”

Joe played with the terminal in his hand and didn't look up.

"It's just an initiation ritual, it's nothing special, it's like baptism in other churches, you don't need to care about that, you know?"

Joe didn't answer him and asked, "What's the matter with me?" ”

Parrett walked up to him, reached out and stroked his supple curls, and said, "I want to ask you for something." ”

Joe quietly avoided his touch.

"Don't be so cold, dear, I'll be sad." Parrett pulled out a low-resolution photo for him, and Joe saw a blurred side on it, "The image has been processed, and that guy named Rogers was also at the airport at the time, so I suspect he's being charged by the NSA now...... He may not be called Rogers, can you find him? ”

The search range was suddenly much smaller, and Joe nodded, "I'll try my best." ”

"No, not trying, we have to find him......" Parrett narrowed her eyes, remembering the heel she had planted the other day, "He's too dangerous." ”