Time goes back to after Deacon Zhang traveled through space.

"Damn, there's the sound of airplanes again!"

Deacon Zhang, who was scurrying around the streets and alleys, had a sense of crisis that had faded, but when he heard the roar of planes in the distance, the nervousness in his heart couldn't be stopped.

Who is after him?

Deacon Zhang thought of Kemon and thought of the S-class member bandage man.

Either way, they were all the generals of the Investigation Bureau, and he didn't think he could escape from the Bureau's territory.

He had guessed the ending long before he escaped, so he didn't forget to type before he died, just to let them know that Kemon had found him.

This is an unusual signal, Kemeng or the bandaged man must have something on him to pursue the members of the Shadow Stream, otherwise how could a large number of Shadow Stream members be caught last time, otherwise how could Deacon Huo stumble.

Knowing that the time of death had come, he couldn't shake off the sense of crisis, so he didn't run, and went directly into a secret room, condensed the shadow quality of his whole body, and launched the last blow in this life.

The shadows on the body are surging, and all the shadow matter turns into the most violent tentacles, which is the end of the shadow creatures, and I heard that people who can't keep their sanity will turn into a tentacle-like shadow.

He's an old member of the Shadow Stream organization, and he's also half-crazy, half-reasoned, and has some strange tentacles from time to time.

At this moment, the shadow-like tentacles on his body have condensed to the strongest point, no matter who opens the door, as long as they are hit by more than three tentacles, they will definitely suck the other party's shadow dry.

It is not an exaggeration to be touched by the six extremely condensed shadow tentacles, and it is not an exaggeration to digest them instantly.

But he had been accumulating his strength for so long, and as soon as he opened the door and looked at him, all the shadows on his body were sucked in, and he had no resistance.

"What's going on!" Deacon Zhang shouted, waving his tentacles to frantically invade the shadow attached to Kemeng's palm.

Shadows are not only on the soles of people's feet, in fact, every tentacle surface of people can create shadows through light, but these shadows may not be visible.

Deacon Zhang is experienced and stabbed every shadow tentacle.

The shadow tentacle touched the faint shadow of Kemeng's palm, but in the next second, a strong sense of rebound arose, and he actually failed to break through Kemeng's palm shadow for the first time.

"What!" Deacon Zhang cried out, stunned.

I have never seen anyone who can't be beaten by him, you must know that the shadows of many normal people are unguarded and can enter when you want.

Even if an investigator carries something that increases mental power, it will be difficult to withstand his tearing.

But Kemon withstood it, couldn't help but resist, and bounced over.

Deacon Zhang was almost vomiting blood in his heart, and he had never encountered such a difficult predicament.

What kind of person is this?

Kemeng also felt a slight pain in the palm of his hand, which had been weakened by the resistance force, but there was still pain, which showed that the other party was not a soft persimmon.

"I've finally got you." Kemon patted his scarf and pulled out a large black jar.

This jar is forbidden to move the wine jar, Kemeng threw him into the mouth of the wine jar, sealed the seal, and immediately refreshed.

After a while, other investigators also rushed over to wrap up.

Kemon took the lead in catching the shadows, and was admired by the investigators of Squid Market.

With such an investigator, why worry that Koi Island will not rise?

Kemon returns to Squid City's Bureau of Investigation, captures the deacon-level shadow, cuts open his shadow coat with a scalpel, cuts it a few more times, and mutilates it before handing it over to professional interrogators.

Deacon Zhang tried to self-destruct several times on the way, but was stopped.

The interrogation work also slowly unfolded, prying open Deacon Zhang's mouth to obtain some new information about the Shadow Stream Organization.

Kemon has a lot of authority and can read the investigation report on the spot.

After reading it, Kemeng was surprised.

"Have the concept of time lost?" Kemon muttered.

This is not surprising, and it makes sense.

Before the arrest, the deacon may have been doing something unseemly, and that time was erased from his mind.

But how he did this is unknown.

The bandage man also rushed over, and his space stone could also teleport, but teleporting together might disrupt the one-way guidance, so in order to avoid accidents, he waited for a while before teleporting.

"Isn't there any useful information?"

"He knows the latest distribution location of some of the Shadow Stream members in Koi Island."

"This is a very important message, catch!"

No one tried out the concept of the Shadow Flow House, because after Deacon Zhang typed that paragraph, the group leader in the group was silent for only a few seconds before kicking Deacon Zhang out of the Shadow Flow House.

Therefore, Deacon Zhang did not have the concept of the Shadow Flow House in his mind, and no one could search for that memory from his memory.

After Kemeng obtained Deacon Zhang's rough published map, he had a clear choice, and he no longer had to search for every city.

This new map is the knowledge that Deacon Zhang recently and suddenly acquired, and the time when the knowledge was acquired was a day ago, without warning.

At the same time, the Investigation Bureau, which is responsible for interrogating what the other party is doing every minute, found that Deacon Zhang had a time suspicion.

"Last night's midnight to one o'clock time slot, he remembered that time was wasted, but then he got a new map of the distribution of the members of the Shadow Stream."

"In addition, when we arrested him today, his confession was very messy, and he didn't know what he did before he was arrested, and the time could not correspond."

What did Deacon Zhang do in his memory?

This aroused the attention of the investigators, and Kemon set off again, using the demon map non-stop to perceive those who had malicious intentions towards him.

There is a paradox in the timing of Deacon Zhang, and Kemeng is also interrogating his confession.

"It's most likely a secret form of contact, but at the cost of memory of the action." Kemon judged roughly with spirituality.

Kemon's judgment was passed on to the Bureau of Investigation, and the think tanks felt justified.

Such a price is just right, it can not only keep secrets, but also allow the communication network of the shadow stream not to be paralyzed in front of the divine beast, which is really powerful.

Over the course of a few days, with Squid Market as the center, the nearby Shadow Stream members were wiped out and uprooted.

Because more and more people are caught, the network of relationships involved is becoming more and more dense.

If you catch a contact, you can set up a network of mentors and budding members.

Even if they received the news and temporarily left the original city for refuge, they would not be able to run far.

Because the longer shadow creatures are out of the field, the greater the risk.

It's not just the risk of being discovered, it's also the risk of life.

Therefore, Kemeng grabbed a big nest, and the shadow stream organization lost more and more territory in Koi Island, vaguely forming a spark that directly ignited the prairie fire.

The other side.

Secret chat group, home of shadow streaming.

"Big garbage joins the chat group."

"Z to join the chat group."

"Jiu Li Jiu joins the chat group ......"

Deacon Q was invited to join the group and continued to swipe the screen, with new members joining the group every few minutes.

The deacons of the Shadow Flow began to worry that this was unprecedented, this group had not exceeded a hundred people for a long time, and the House of the Shadow Flow had maintained a scale of fifty to a hundred people.