Before Kemeng went out, he locked the window, tightened the curtains, and then asked Tang Yuan to unseal the white strip of black salted fish and place it in the center of the bedroom floor on a small chair.

If an unknown intruder enters Kemon's bedroom, he will be sucked away by the strange salted fish, and he will be deterred.

An hour later, Kemeng parked his car in the parking lot of the Investigation Bureau, and Captain Luo, who had been waiting for a long time, greeted him.

Captain Luo is 30 years old this year, with a Chinese face, thick eyebrows, a pair of black-framed glasses, and a height that is the same as Kemon.

"Hello Captain Luo."

"Good afternoon, I didn't bother you." Team Luo turned around and began to lead the way.

"No, I'm actually quite idle." Kemeng shook his head and beckoned to the rice balls behind him, and the round rice balls immediately rolled over and rolled behind his buttocks.

"You're part of my team, so there's something to tell you about it." Captain Luo told his story as he walked.

He used to be from the Whale City Police Academy, and the flower pots he raised at home suddenly became sperm, and his mouth was fragrant, which frightened him to call the police directly.

Because of this, he began to have contact with special events, and knew that there were strange things in this world that permeated normal life.

Two years later, he made up his mind to join the Bureau of Investigation and officially stepped into this special circle.

Now, Team Luo has been in the Bureau of Investigation for five years.

"By the way, didn't the Investigation Bureau open five years ago?" Kemon caught the hole in his words.

"The Investigation Bureau was indeed opened five years ago, but before the establishment of the Investigation Bureau, its predecessor was the Counter-espionage Intelligence Bureau, which was specifically responsible for counter-espionage work in secret. I can't verify when the first special item came into the national eye, it's not something I can know at my level, so I can only tell you that the Special Affairs Investigation Bureau was officially established five years ago. Captain Luo said.

Captain Law explained that the establishment of the Special Affairs Investigation Bureau was a watershed moment in history.

Because that year, the Counter-Intelligence Bureau contained a special item of the sense of justice type, which was able to distinguish which people had bad intentions and intended to split the country and create chaos.

Because of the birth of this thing, there was a major earthquake within the Counter-espionage Intelligence Bureau, and a large number of spies and potential evildoers were unearthed.

The top was furious and reorganized and rectified the Counter-espionage Intelligence Bureau.

With this special item of a sense of justice as the absolute core, the first batch of righteous people were selected to form the Special Affairs Investigation Bureau.

The Bureau of Investigation is thus on track, and all official investigators regularly travel to the capital to be reviewed for a sense of justice.

After listening to this series of stories, Kemon also walked to a bright and spacious room, which was furnished with soft sofa chairs and a beautiful young lady in a white coat.

"Do temporary workers like me need to be reviewed for a sense of justice?" Kemon asked.

"Actually, you've already reviewed it, but you don't realize it." Team Luo said.

"Me? When was this? Kemeng didn't expect that the review of the sense of justice was completed invisibly.

"As long as you enter the internal enchantment area of the Investigation Bureau's territory, there are no people with black qi on your head, and there are basically no evil thoughts." Team Luo looked over Kemon's head, and there was no black air.

In Team Luo's glasses, the walls of the entire base were covered with a faint translucent white light.

In these environments covered in white light, as long as there is black gas coming out, he will definitely see it, and there is no black gas coming out of Kemon's head.

"Basically?" Kemon noticed that the Luo team was cautious in his words and did not fill the sentence.

"There are people who have a spiritual sympathy with the hidden being, who does not know that their spirit is planted with the seeds of evil. Usually act normally, and there will be no problems in the mind, so it is difficult to investigate thoroughly. ”

"But as long as the seed sprouts and enters the enchantment area of the Investigation Bureau, this person will definitely have a black gas, and it is a particularly strong one." Team Luo said.

Kemon listened as he sat down in the soft sofa chair.

Captain Luo stopped talking and sat aside to wait for the test results.

Now Kemon is going to test the size of his spiritual perception, which is a matter of the investigator's sensitivity to special objects.

Spiritual perception can be divided into two words: "spirituality" and "perception".

Spirituality, all things are animist, and human spirituality can refer to the soul, the spirit.

Perception is the action of objective things on the sense organs, and then people will produce corresponding cognitions.

When the two words are combined, they will be mysterious and mysterious, like a soul-like perception.

People with high spiritual perception are naturally sensitive to anomalous things.

In other words, there are things that can cause them to have synaesthesia, to see something, or to hear mysterious gossip in their ears, to feel strange touches in the palm of their hands, etc.

Kemon didn't quite understand what it was, and he was done anyway.

"I'll take out a set of special item patterns and mix them with ordinary item patterns, and ask you to identify them in turn to determine which items are special and which are ordinary." The young lady in the white coat opened a sealed bag and pulled out a hundred photos from the sealed bag.

The 100 photographs were all old photographs, with yellow edges and scattered black spots, as if they had been splattered by Mars.

The photo is cold to the outside, with a serious feeling of friction and is very old.

Kemeng glanced up at the white coat, and the young lady smiled and nodded.

Bow your head and look at the photo in your hand.

The first old photograph is of a red wooden door.

The second, also a red wooden door, has no handles.

The third is still a red wooden door, and the style is basically the same.

The fourth, fifth, sixth, and seventh are all wooden doors with the door frame handle gone.

Is this a game of "Let's find the difference together"?

Kemeng put a question mark in his heart, why are all wooden doors, such a test is so strange.

However, when he saw the eighth picture, Kemon paused slightly, feeling a little different.

This photo also shows a red wooden door without a handle, and there is no change in style from the previous ones, but Kemon stares at the hollow without a handle, as if he senses something hidden behind the doorway.