Inside the warehouse, it's exceptionally quiet.

The corpse still remained in its original appearance, and there were no corpse spots without knowing the means used, but everyone's expressions were hideous enough, even the policemen who had seen too many corpses were obviously disgusted and uneasy about this occasion.

Now, with the exception of Sheriff Trim, all the patrol officers have been kicked out.

The Iris men were all there, Johnny was briefing Fontaine, Trim was adding to it, and the flattery on his face never stopped when he looked at Fontaine.

Livingston was with Ryan, and at this time, he wore a top hat on his head and a cane in his hand, and although he still looked ugly, he was not as ugly as before.

"Ryan, that's your job!"

Livingston gestured to the bodies.

"Your main task is to dispose of the corpse, and then, clean the environment, don't leave blood stains and meat pieces and the like, that's why our company is called a cleaning company, ostensibly, it has a relationship with the police department, deals with such things, and then, gets paid......"

After a pause, Livingston continued.

"This is an unnatural death, there is also a normal death, some customers know about our company, will also entrust us to deal with it, you will immediately set off after accepting the task, transport the body to the funeral home, and hand it over to the funeral home for processing. ”

Between words, Livingston glanced at Ryan.

"Why?"

He smiled and continued.

"You must be curious, why do you have such a disguise, why do you do such a thing, wait a minute, you will understand!"

Ryan didn't speak, but he kept looking at Livingston, and the look on his face showed that he was listening to Livingston, much to Livingston's satisfaction, and that's all he needed.

Pointing to Marty, who was standing silently in the corner, Livingston lowered his voice.

"The Jazz appointed Marty because she has a very strong talent, and everyone else, including you, can have talent as long as you are trained, otherwise you would not have been recruited by Iris...... However, Marti's talent is unique and there is no one, it's a pity ......"

With a long sigh, Livingston didn't continue.

What a pity?

Ryan's curiosity was aroused, but he didn't ask about Livingston's temperament, and if he wanted to say it, he would pour it out without asking, and he didn't need to ask.

That's why she's silent?

The thought flashed through Ryan's mind.

Now, what he needs to worry about is himself.

Although he thought that he had done a perfect job and did not leave any flaws, Lord Fontaine must have brought Marty with his own certainty, and there must be some means he did not know about to find out the truth.

Next to Owen's body, Fontaine and Johnny let Sheriff Trim step aside, and they get to work.

"Captain, aren't you going over to help?"

Ryan gestured to Livingston.

Livingston shook his head.

"I'm only responsible for leading you trainee agents, responsible for imparting knowledge to you, and protecting you by the way, it's not my job to solve crimes, if Jazz didn't ask me to help personally, I'd better just do my job. ”

He glanced at Ryan and said with a smile.

"Today, I will teach you a common sense, that is, do not rashly intervene in the work and battle of the transcendental, even if he is your companion, as long as he does not personally ask you to intervene, then, it is better to stand by and watch. ”

Ryan looked at him with doubts in his eyes.

"Do you know why?"

As always, Livingston asked himself.

"This is because each transcendent has its own unique talents, even if you are a transcendent in the same lineage, for example, you can all harness the power of thunder and lightning, however, there are still differences in the thunder and lightning that are cast through spells, first of all, the shape is different, some are S-shaped, some are spherical, and some are zigzag...... In addition, the core of thunder and lightning is also different, and it has its own unique spiritual power, so the killing effect is also different......"

Glancing at Ryan, Livingston smiled.

"Don't understand?"

He patted Ryan on the shoulder.

"It's okay if you don't understand, read more books and study more in the future, and you'll understand!"

Ryan nodded and whispered.

"Captain, I'll do my best!"

Without waiting for Livingston to speak, Ryan asked softly, pointing to Fontaine and Johnny next to Owen's corpse.

"Captain, what are they doing?"

Over there, Johnny placed a satchel on the floor, and then, opening the satchel, he took out some of the items inside, while Fontaine circled around Owen's corpse, waving his cane, the tip of which was scratching the ground.

The floor of the warehouse is made of triple clay and is very hard.

However, under Fontaine's hands, the ground was as soft as tofu, and the tip of the cane left a mark on the ground more than two inches deep, forming vertical and horizontal lines that looked like strange symbols.

Johnny sorted the oddly shaped things out of his satchel on each symbol, and the reason why he said them were weird was because Ryan didn't know any of them.

When those things are taken out of the satchel, they have energy fluctuations.

React to this energy fluctuation, the golden book in the sea of consciousness is like smelling the aroma of the food next door, and sometimes, you can't help but distinguish the taste and imagine what the neighbor cooks.

Of course, most of the time, you'll ignore it.

Ryan suppressed the golden book and did not let the golden light escape from the sea of knowledge.

Of course, this is also because the energy fluctuations are not a threat to Ryan.

Ryan's soul is in the Golden Book, and now, the two are one, as long as there is no energy that threatens survival, the Golden Book can still receive Ryan's self-will control and will not go berserk.

"Sage, Moonstone......"

Livingston looked at the things and said with a few treasures.

"Backtrack ......"

He frowned, and the two words popped out of his mouth.

"No wonder Sir wants to call Marty, only Marty's talent can perfectly complete this spell and be able to reproduce last night's situation......"

Hearing Livingston say this, Ryan's heart sank.

What to do?

Over there, Lord Fontaine had already finished their preparations and beckoned Marty, who was standing in the corner, to pass, and at this time, Livingston stepped forward and walked up to Lord Fontaine.

"Sir, let Marty do this, will you?"

Fontaine stared at Livingston with an expressionless face, his gaze was as sharp as a sword, and then he looked away at Marty, who was walking slowly towards him, and said word by word.

"I have my own plans!"