Huang Jiutian was already on the third day when he woke up.

The clean room, the snow-white sheets, the flowers and fruits at the bedside all indicate that this is a hospital.

There is no feeling of weakness after recovering from a long illness, and Jiutian feels that he is in a very good state.

The spirit in his mind seems to be able to be separated from his body and transformed into his other hand, although it is far inferior to magic, but now it is his own ability.

But when I lifted the blanket and jumped under the bed, my feet went soft.

"Oops~" sounded.

Just fell a dog and ate.

Before he could get up, the door was opened directly from the outside, and a crowd poured in.

"Uh... We can go out first and come in when you get up ... ”

Zheng Qiu, who has a good relationship with him in the Jiutian group, joked.

But without waiting for others to come up to help Huang Jiutian, he got up by himself.

"Are you alright?"

Tao Xingzhi waited for the farce to pass before asking about his situation, and from the perspective of mental state and complexion, Huang Jiutian recovered quite well.

"That's great, head, I'm putting on a show for you!"

After saying this, a few hairs on Huang Jiutian's bed sheet flew up and levitated in front of him.

"Damn, this trick is okay, can't you control a few flying knives to be handsome?"

Everyone's eyes lit up, and it seemed that the second round of evolution had really been completed.

"This... I can only control four hairs now, and I can't lift any more than that, so it's basically impossible to get the kind of situation you're talking about. ”

After a few words, he realized that he had been in a coma for three days, and in these three days, the special departments and intelligence agencies of China, the United States and France had quickly turned the historical texts and various biographies and legends upside down, and there were still people who worked in the library day and night.

Originally, Tao Xingzhi didn't want to let Huang Jiutian talk about work so urgently, but since he talked about it, he couldn't hold back his doubts.

"Jiutian, what did you perceive in it that day? Although your coma was caused by the second evolution, we have come to the same conclusion before, the second evolution still needs an opportunity, what do you see in it?"

Huang Jiutian sat back on the hospital bed, picked up the water cup next to the bed and took a sip of water.

"I feel like the wall carvings are alive, head, remember what I said when I first went in? I said it was as if I had seen a myriad of figures, and there was a great power. ”

"This is not an illusion, the more I go to the back, the greater the feeling and impact of each wall carving, we enter not like a living place, but like a cemetery, a cemetery that records a living history!"

"Of course, the cemetery is only in its current state, and the building must have had a very lively time in the past. ”

Someone seemed to want to ask something, but Huang Jiutian raised his hand to signal him not to speak for the time being.

"Everyone should remember the mysterious person on the outskirts of Shencheng, right?"

"When we visited the last hall, I seemed to see the shadow of the mysterious man in the tall staff bearer in the middle, which had nothing to do with perception and was closer to intuition. ”

Then Huang Jiutian took a deep breath.

"Let's put it this way, after this evolution, my sense of thinking is more keen, although I can't come up with evidence of the decision, but I am 100% sure that the mysterious organization that appeared in Shencheng is the Dawning Association!"

Final word!

Jiutian's words directly put an end to Tao Xingzhi's wavering speculation in the past two days.

"Very good! We are now one step ahead of the Americans and the French!"

The guys from the other two countries don't know about Shencheng yet, and there is no need to tell them on their side.

And many of the previous doubts about the mysterious person can also connect a lot of directions and answers from which wall carvings.

The rest is up to us when we can get in touch with that mysterious person, or other beings in the Dawning Society.

As the world changes, I believe that there will be no shortage of such opportunities.

"Head, in addition to knowing this, this trip to France seems to have lost again... I'm sure there's nothing of value left in the building. ”

Tao Xingzhi smiled at everyone, and suddenly felt a lot more relaxed.

"I don't think there's something to say about at least the next time I report and demonstrate!"

This trip to France, except for the subsequent information discussion of Dawn and the sharing and exchange of information on all similar evolutionists, the key tasks are almost over.

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In a small town in the northeast of France called Colmar, a man and a woman came today.

After asking around, they found the town's police station.

In the police station's temporary detention cell for suspects, a scruffy homeless man is grinding his teeth on a special fence.

Two policemen came from the direction of the hall outside, looking at the man with disgust and disgust, as if he were looking at a rabid animal.

"Brown Nissau, someone has come to bail you out, you can come out!"

The homeless man was stunned as he gnawed on the iron, and looked at the police in disbelief.

"Bail me?"

"Yes, the bail has been paid, I'm going to open the cell door now, I warn you, if you go crazy I'll shoot!"

This person resisted a lot when he was caught, and he looked like a starving ghost reincarnated, and he had to get vaccinated in case he was bitten.

What the police feared didn't happen, and Brown didn't want to be locked up here forever, so he was very cooperative.

Follow the police to the police station hall, the town is not small because of the perennial tourists from all over the world, so the police station is not small.

"Come, just go there and sign it. ”

Two men and women they didn't know sat at the table pointed by the policeman, smiling at Brown.

"Sign here?"

Brown questioned the police officer at the desk with some restraint.

"Yes, yes, hurry up and sign it, you smell so strong!"

Scratching his head embarrassedly, Brown finished signing, a little bold, and followed the strange man and woman out of the police station under the disgusted and disgusted eyes of the police officers.

"Ah~ Mr. Nisso, let's go eat first!"

The strange man stretched, smiling and proposing to a hungry Brown.

Brown's eyes lit up, but then he was a little embarrassed, others were actually not bad, and they would be hungry and crazy if they were caught.

"That, Mr. Nessers... ”

"Just call me Philier. ”

"Uh, well, that Mr. Philiel Nessers... I have a bit of a big appetite... ”

The female companion on the side couldn't help but smile, and her crisp voice was sweeter than her ordinary appearance.

"Believe me, we've seen monsters about appetite!hahaha~~"

Instead of going to a restaurant or going back to a residential building, the three of them boarded a small yacht parked by the river with a hungry Brown Nissol.

Inside, in the cabin, which is not very spacious, there are three whole roast turkeys on the table, as well as a variety of drinks and salad side dishes.

"I think it's better to think about it right now than to cut the turkey, right?"

The homeless man couldn't listen to anything now, and kept swallowing his saliva, but he was restrained, and he didn't pounce on him rudely.

"Eat, this is my lunch you're entertaining you. ”

"Hooray!"

Like a child, Browniso turned into a wind, rushed over and picked up a turkey comparable to a goose and nibbled on it.

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A day later, at the police station in the small town of Colmar, a phone call went directly to the chief's office.

The graceful director walked into the hall and shouted a few words to his subordinates.

"Where's that well-eaten bum? I'm going to see him now!"

。。。

"Bang~" sounded.

Cordell slammed it on the table, shaking the coffee cup to a tinkling bell.

"No, you're bailed, can't find out who it is? Either remove those police officers, or I remove him and let him choose for himself!"

Hanging up, Kirdell took a few deep breaths and forced himself to think about the good.

PS: Saturday Chapter 3.