"Love, congratulations on your recovery!"

Fang Xian handed a bouquet of flowers to Love as a gift for his discharge.

"Honestly...... I'm more looking forward to a champagne ......" Love joked and took the flowers: "Your leave is over, and I have submitted an application for you to become a formal investigator, which should be approved soon." ”

"Okay."

Fang Xian nodded, and suddenly looked at Love: "You...... Is there anything else you'd like to say to me? ”

"Yes."

Love was a little surprised, but thinking of Roca's super high inspiration, he did not have the slightest doubt: "You should be careful in the future, if someone proposes that you voluntarily apply for review, do not agree." ”

"Oh? Why? ”

Fang Xian asked.

"As an investigator, as long as you are an ordinary human being, you have a limit to what you can endure, and the review is carried out in complete isolation from the outside world, and there are too many situations that can happen......"

Love's expression was solemn: "All in all...... If there is such a thing, as long as it is not compulsory, it cannot be agreed. ”

"Sounds like someone is trying to frame me, and you've already stopped me for once?"

Fang Xian sniffed the air.

At the same time, the illusion of fragmentary fragments of the previous meeting passed before his eyes.

He seemed to see Love, arguing fiercely with an old man, and finally slapping the table.

"Hmm...... This old man, somewhat familiar, seems to be one of the principals of the branch, named Kirtyn? ”

Fang Xian secretly remembered this face.

And Love didn't doubt it either.

After all, Fang Xian had hidden half of his inspiration, and it was very remarkable that he could channel some vague information.

He didn't know at all that Fang Immortal's inspiration had reached the point where he could trace back to the root when he heard the true name of the gods.

This is already the level of touching the abyss!

Even those legendary investigators, not every one of them had such terrifying inspirations.

At this time, just a few words of chat with him, a lot of useful information was extracted.

'Does this Ktyn want to die?' ’

Fang Xian lowered his head, his expression suddenly becoming a little cold.

Of course, he knew that if he was just an ordinary investigator, within the system of guarding secrets, he might not be able to play too much with the old fox who was in a high position and power after ten years, and he might be picked up by an excuse casually.

If you want to do this, you can't do it in the open...... Just go straight to the black hand and kill it. ’

That's where having a hidden identity comes in.

'How do you feel like I've played this hand?' ’

Fang Xian inexplicably felt that this scene was a little familiar, and immediately thought of his operation when he was doing the White Ape Great Sage, and couldn't help but nod and understand the source.

"Okay, let's not talk about that, let's talk about what we're going to do next."

Love brought Fang Xian into the office: "After the madman town was taken over from above, it has been almost blocked...... Our next focus will shift to the Fallen Star Order...... At this engagement banquet, our men suffered heavy casualties, which was definitely a rare vicious case in the history of the branch. ”

"So...... The next thing is to catch the rats in the gutter and kill them! Of course...... And the Order of the Windschaser! ”

Love's voice was loud.

Fang Xian, on the other hand, was a little speechless, and wanted to say to him: 'You are too optimistic......

What Love knows about the Fallen Star Order is only a small part of what has surfaced.

According to the confession of a high-ranking person like Shala, the essence of the Falling Star Order is simply like a large alliance of pagan sects, and its power is not trivial.

Fang Xian pretended not to know, opened the file, and the first thing that caught his eye was the wanted warrant for Xia Ra and the bald old man.

He pursed his lips and said nothing: "So...... That's what we do next. ”

"Yes."

"Yes. Let's get started. ”

Fang Xian smiled, trying to play the daily life of an ordinary investigator.

……

"Damn Mr. Ring......"

Smith walked inside the bookstore and unconsciously touched his buttocks.

As the tragic price of staying up late last time he was discovered, he was not only severely repaired by his parents, but also deducted his pocket money.

But、But......

You'll never be able to comprehend an avid reader's desire to chase more.

He only ate bread every day, saved his lunch money at school, and still came to the bookstore.

"Found ...... Horror Hills 2!"

Smith spotted his target and grabbed it with joy.

He noticed that this was the last book on the shelf.

Obviously, Mr. Ring's this one is selling quite well.

"I hope I don't abuse the Lord too much......"

The word abuser has been learned by Smith without a teacher, and it feels like it may become a sensational genre.

He had a plan this time, and instead of participating in club activities after school in the afternoon, he hid in an abandoned playground, sat on a horizontal circular hollow cement pillar, and couldn't wait to flip through it.

After a long time, Smith put it down contentedly: "Mr. Ring's work, it still looks so enjoyable, that's why do you have to abuse the master...... The key is that there is still such a big suspense at the end that has not been resolved, ahhh...... I'm so sad, I'm so uncomfortable......"

The more he thought about it, the more he felt that he wanted to do something.

Otherwise, it's going to explode.

Smith jumped to the ground and kicked the rocks on the side of the road at will.

Click!

Suddenly, a sound that shouldn't have been heard reached his ears.

"It's a tin box...... Is it a toy for the kids nearby? A secret treasure? ”

Smith looked at the rusty box that had been turned out of the soil, and with a mischievous and curious look on his face, he opened the lid of the box.

When the rusty box was opened, there were no toys or pocket money he had imagined.

On the contrary, there were only a few thin sheets of yellowed paper, which had been mostly corroded, and a small part of the handwriting on them was not legible.

"What is this?"

With a little curiosity, Smith read out the contents of the paper: "The Lost God, Fang ...... Warlock! The source of the warlocks, the heavens...... Lord of the Powers, ...... Lord, immortal being, king of endless time and space! ”

He stumbled, unconsciously pronouncing the name.

Whew.

A breeze blows.

In this moment, Smith felt as if something was grabbing his heart.

Before his eyes, scene after scene of phantoms emerged.

Those black shadows were fleeting and difficult to grasp, but they imprinted a part of the knowledge in his mind.

……

Time seems to pass slowly, but in the outside world, it is only a moment.

Syllable!

The book in Smith's hand fell to the ground, and without the slightest notice, he carefully picked up the iron box, stumbled away, and kept muttering:

"After seeing the real horror, even the sunshine and flowers have no color......