Judging from the noon news and the intelligence quickly gathered by Adam, Hasegawa's attack on passers-by this time was by no means a random madness, but a targeted act.

The proof is that he knew each other with passers-by.

The passer-by is a middle-aged and elderly person, about fifty or sixty years old, who works for a local pharmaceutical company and works as a technical consultant for the company.

When attacked by Hasegawa, the man hid in a nearby garment store in embarrassment, shouting "I was wrong" and "I don't know". Hasegawa, on the other hand, quickly pressed down on the man, grabbed the man's head with both hands, and yelled incoherently.

According to eyewitness accounts, Hasegawa's shouts were mixed with words that could be discerned, with the words "you can't do it", "who gave you the technology", and "why did you do that kind of research", but it also seemed to contain words such as "how many people". But the witnesses themselves, fearing being involved, quickly ran away and were not sure if there was anything else.

Adam also investigates the pharmaceutical company where the attackers worked, a company that, let's call it "Beaver Pharmaceutical," was founded two decades ago. What started as a small company reselling drugs has grown over time to become a well-known local company that can make its own pharmaceuticals at an affordable price.

*

Adam and I sat in a deserted fast-food restaurant where we first met, exchanging ideas.

"It seems that Hasegawa does harbor some secrets that we don't know, and he may have already mastered the nature of the mysterious organization, but for some reason, he didn't tell us." As I flipped through the materials, I said, "And this 'Beaver Pharmaceutical' company may be the essence of the mysterious organization." ”

At the same time, I couldn't help but think: I thought that after Hasegawa went crazy, he would only become a troublesome character, but I didn't expect to provide such a huge help when we were at a loss.

His crazy words about that "passerby" can't help but make people suspect and even believe that Beaver Pharmaceutical is a mysterious organization.

"How so?" Adam asked knowingly, not really confused, but just to let the conversation continue, "Although this company has a drug research and development department, it is not enough to develop a 'safe psionic awakening drug'. ”

"If you want to develop a drug of that level, let alone this company, even a commercial organization fifty times larger, it can't do that. But after all, the mysterious organization we're investigating isn't a behemoth, otherwise you and I wouldn't be able to sit here. "I'm thinking as I speak, "But suppose that the mysterious organization is really this company, and it's really developing psionic awakening potions, combined with Hasegawa's 'crazy words', then ...... Is there a mastermind behind this? ”

"What is the specific position of the mastermind behind the scenes?" She asked with interest.

"Beaver Pharmaceutical itself can't independently develop psionic awakening drugs, but they are still developing them, which means that someone has given them key information." I say.

"And this can also be contrasted with Hasegawa's 'crazy words'—" she added, "provided that Hasegawa's words are not just crazy words." ”

"Yes."

At this time, she took out another piece of information from the black Oxford cloth satchel that she kept beside her, and then put it on the table and pushed it in front of me, "I have some special information here, you can take a look." ”

I'll pick up the information and read it.

This piece of information introduces a 23-year-old man named "Naoto Inoue", whose father is "Inoue Renta", the owner of Beaver Pharmaceutical, and his mother's former surname is Suzuki, and now called "Hikaru Inoue". Although my father's side is still strong, my mother's side was reduced to a vegetative state due to a traffic accident five years ago and has not woken up since.

He graduated from the same prestigious local university as Adam, but he came from a finance department, and his performance in school was only midstream. After graduating, I worked at my father's company, and suddenly disappeared a week ago.

Suddenly disappeared......

I looked at the bust photo of "Naoto Inoue" posted on the document, this young man has a handsome appearance and bright eyes. I'm supposed to have never seen his face, but I seem to have seen him somewhere.

I looked closely at the shape of his head, the width of his shoulders and chest, the thickness of his throat, and the color of his skin.

Preliminary confirmation: he is "Hasegawa".

However, if Beaver Pharmaceutical is really the ontology of the mysterious organization, and Hasegawa is the son of the boss of Beaver Pharmaceutical, then for what purpose did he choose to be the enemy of the mysterious organization?

For the sake of "my sister kidnapped by a mysterious organization"? But the information says that he is an only child and has no sister at all!

It's no surprise that he would make up such motives for being hostile to the occult, because assuming he is honest with us, he is more likely to attract suspicion - ironically, he suspected that I was from the occult organization, but in a sense, he himself may well be from the occult organization.

But if he really wants to be the enemy of the occult organization, then, even if it's just a hint, why not tell us that the occult organization is Beaver Pharmaceutical?

Or is it that we are wrong, and that the mysterious organization is not Beaver Pharmaceutical?

After some deliberation, I decided to think about the premise of "the mysterious organization is equal to Beaver Pharmaceutical" for the time being, and looked up at Adam again, "Is there anything else you haven't said?" ”

"Yes." She smiled, "Actually, this afternoon, with the power of the 'Evidence of Differentiation', I infiltrated the Beaver Pharmaceutical Company and did a preliminary investigation. ”

"The result?"

"There's a psionic room in there, and my clone can't enter it, so I can't enter it by swapping my position with the clone." She said.

"The mysterious organization knows that you have 'evidence of division'." I said, "Can I understand that this is a precaution taken by a mysterious organization so that you don't actually investigate the location of their main body and then sneak inside and steal some important information?" ”

"No, judging by the traces, that room was built a long time ago, and the purpose was supposed to prevent other psionics from using spells to probe the inside from the outside." She shook her head, and then said, "But there is important information in it that should be true, but it must be authenticated with the fingerprints of the upper echelons before the door can be opened." ”

"Do you have a solution?" I asked.

She took out a pair of thin skin-colored rubber gloves from her shoulder bag, and smiled proudly: "Then you need to say?" I've secretly collected high-level fingerprints and burned them onto this glove with a precision machine! ”

This kind of technology really doesn't look like a journalist, but like a strange thief who specializes in stealing rare treasures.

I voiced this doubt, of course, when I said it, I didn't directly say that she was a "reporter", but replaced it with "tipster".

"After being in the black zone for a long time, you will always master some strange techniques." She smiled, "It's like you learned the art of disguise in order to hide your true identity; In order to steal information that 'some' people didn't want me to know, I also learned the technique of picking locks in various ways, not just on the Internet. ”

This is not without reason.

"Well, the time to infiltrate this company is set for tonight." I pointed to the mess of information on my desk, "Is there a problem?" ”

"No problem!" She nodded bitterly.

*

Beaver Pharmaceutical, located in the south of the fourth district of Beaver City, the shape of the company's building is like a high school teaching building, showing the shape of "Hui", but it is much higher than the teaching building, and the area is much larger.

Although Beaver Pharmaceutical also has a pharmaceutical factory and scientific research base in the suburbs, there are still a lot of research links carried out here.

It was half past ten o'clock in the evening, but there were still sporadic lights inside the building, a few staff members did not know what to do inside, and there were security patrols inside and outside the building, which was by no means an environment that could be taken lightly.

Adam and I climbed over the fence and sneaked quietly outside the building.

"At this time, it would be nice if Hasegawa was there." She said regretfully, "I don't know what happened to him now, and if he can recover." ”

"It should be fine." When I say this, it is not unfounded.

Yesterday's "Naoto Inoue" - or rather, Hasegawa, is still in a state of inability to communicate, but he appeared in the noon news today, but he has recovered some language functions. Although he attacked Beaver Pharmaceutical's technical advisers, he did not really harm him, but only made a gesture of intimidation.

It can be seen that although the residual impact of the blood sacrifice ritual has caused great damage to him, after all, it is five and a half kilometers apart, and the damage has not reached the point of no return.

It is also possible that as a medium, he is prone to seeing things that should not be seen, so he has his own emergency means of self-help. Mediums have always been mysterious, and I'm not a medium, so I don't know what the means are.

I thought as I suggested to Adam, "The two of us will sneak in together, and there will inevitably be inappropriate cooperation, so why don't you enter the building by yourself first, and then I will join you after I enter." ”

"Okay." She nodded in agreement, and then took out evidence of the differentiation of the black card's appearance.

I saw a phantom that looked like her, emerging from her side.

It is said to be a phantom, but visually, it seems to be a real substance, even if my eyesight is much more than ordinary people, I can't see any flaws, which can prove that this phantom is not herself.

The Phantom walked slowly into the outer wall of the building, and she herself looked at me.

I waited for two or three seconds, then asked, "Have you swapped places with the Phantom now?" ”

She didn't seem to hear me, but her lips moved slightly, as if to say, "I'll see you later."

The next moment, she disappeared in front of me like a smoke blown away by a sudden strong wind.

It seems that the apparitions she created were incapable of emitting sound or sharing senses.

I'm going to hurry up too.

I'm going to find a security guard to knock me unconscious, then change into a security guard and sneak into the building. The advantage of this is that even if you encounter a security guard patrolling the inside of the building, you don't need to avoid it, you just walk in openly.

The most worry-free thing is that these security guards are wearing helmets with night vision devices.

The people in charge of the security program at this company may have thought that as long as they have night vision helmets, they can see clearly even when patrolling the outdoors at night and in unlit corridors, and they are more flexible than flashlights, and they have the most convenient head defense — but let me be honest, it really doesn't work as well as a flashlight for everyone. Because in my experience, some thieves with bad brains will not think that "the security guards are wearing helmets with night vision devices" when they see that there are no lights patrolling the building.

They will only think that the security here is lax, and then run in one by one like fools to catch people, which unnecessarily increases the workload of the security guards.

They even give people like me the opportunity to put on my helmet and no one will see that I'm a stranger.

At this moment, there was a movement of people walking in the distance.

I quietly hid behind a nearby bush.

Two security guards in black uniforms walked around the corner more than ten meters away.

I was able to tell that both of these security guards were well-trained, even had a distinct military police flavor, and were probably recently retired military or police officers. When patrolling, they deliberately keep a distance from each other, so that they are not so close that they can easily be caught by sneak attackers, nor are they too far to support each other. The walking posture is as vigilant as that of a herbivore on the prairie, and you can notice the slightest disturbance.

But that doesn't stop me from doing things next.

As they passed through the grass, I rushed out and struck the back of one of them in the head with my fist, the force piercing through the helmet and causing him to faint on the spot; And when the other person had just reacted, he quickly rushed to him.

"What!" He was taken aback and wanted to back off.

It's late.

I anticipated his reaction, and then I pressed the five fingers of my right hand together, as if pulling out a knife, and slashed straight at the side of his skull.

However, the next situation was beyond my grasp for a moment.

In the next second, on the side of his skull, as if a finger pressed the LCD screen, a light of spiritual energy appeared.

Because I just wanted to stun him, this knife was far from going all out, so as not to accidentally shatter the human brain through the helmet. But this thought became a stumbling block, and the psionic armor in front of me was strong enough to block my hand knife.

Is this a psyker?

Could it be that the security guard who was stunned by me just now was actually a psionic person, but it was only because he didn't have time to activate the psionic energy that he was stunned by me as an ordinary person?

At this moment, my mood is like a thief, entering a simple country hut, wanting to steal some pocket money from the locked wooden box hidden under the bed, where would I have thought that this locked wooden box is actually a high-tech safe that must pass the iris certification, and there are eighteen authentication procedures hidden in the back, once the unlock fails, it will immediately shoot a killing laser.

This doesn't make sense.

Something must have gone wrong.

The security guard immediately retreated, his figure as fast as an arrow, and in the blink of an eye, it was shot into the grass a few meters away.

But as soon as he got his footing, I had already hastily organized a second raid.

Something unexpected happens, so what? Battles are full of accidents, and no matter how beautiful the plan is, it is not uncommon for it to fail to catch up with changes. And I never use "accidents" as an excuse for failure.

My fist landed on his hastily raised arm, and the seriousness of this punch was still higher than when I attacked Hasegawa, and it was a blow that I had all my strength.

In a more common way, I have even broken through the safety limit of the brain on muscles - when people swing their fists and kicks, they will subconsciously control their strength, because people have an instinct for self-protection, lest they have too much strength and will hurt themselves. So there's a safety restriction in the nerves that people can only swing their fists and kicks within a safe output range.

Martial artists are able to expand their power output range step by step through consistent training.

But I'm more direct, if I can't let go of my hands and feet because of my instinct of fear, then I have to move my hands and feet faster than fear.

Let the fist attack at a speed that you don't have time to fear.

At this moment, a blow that was faster than fear hit his psionic armor directly.

The power pierced through the psionic armor, breaking the bones of his arm in a crisp sound that seemed to break sugar cane.

He was like a small minecart that had been kicked hard, and the soles of his feet slid out against the ground, plowing a pair of bare tracks on the grass, and his face became extremely pale, and cold sweat flowed down his face.

At this moment, a voice came from the walkie-talkie he wore on his chest, "Five groups, report regularly." ”

I immediately launched a lunge towards him.

And he took off the walkie-talkie like lightning and put it in front of him, speaking as fast as his mouth burning.

"There is nothing out of the ordinary," he said. ”