The moment he stepped onto the balcony, Mao Rui had already taken off his death suit. Secretly poked and poked half of his head, turned around, and checked the movements of several people.

Although Mao Rui is gambling on character, he did it with great certainty.

First of all, among the more than ten people on the other side, only Kong Chenghong was a foundation-building monk, and the others were all perfect in Qi cultivation. As long as other people are not like Mao Rui, who fell from the foundation building period, it is impossible for them to have divine sense.

In this way, only Kong Chenghong can use his divine sense to investigate. According to the few understandings of pure body cultivation that Mao Rui had obtained from ancient books, the cultivation system of pure body cultivation has always been their shortcoming in terms of attack distance and divine sense.

The attack range is also reliable with bows and arrows and some long-distance weapons to make up for it, but in terms of divine sense, it can only be solved by a small number of natural and earthly treasures.

Since they are all called natural treasures, they must not be too many in quantity.

On the contrary, Mao Rui's divine sense is very powerful, and even a monk who has built a perfect foundation cannot compare to him. A pure body cultivator in the early stage of foundation building who is already deficient in terms of divine consciousness is basically hopeless if he wants to rely on his divine sense.

And the divine consciousness is ineffective, and it only relies on the naked eye... In this densely populated place, there is basically no drama at night, unless the character explodes.

Watching one by one fly out of his line of sight, Mao Rui breathed a sigh of relief, leaned against the corner, and lit a cigarette happily.

was comfortably swallowing clouds and spitting fog, as if he had seen something in the corner of his eye, he turned his head slowly, and then saw that there was a person squatting in the other corner of the small balcony.

He was in his early forties, wearing a pair of black-rimmed glasses with thick lenses, a white vest on his upper body, a pair of large pants on his lower body, a pair of sandals on his feet, and a cigarette in his hand that was about to burn out.

The first thought in Mao Rui's heart was to be found, and then after seeing this person's appearance clearly, he found that it was not any of the more than ten people, and Mao Rui was a lot more relieved. After carefully looking at this "quite imaged" uncle, he didn't notice the slightest fluctuation of spiritual power from the other party, he was obviously just a mortal, Mao Rui was completely relieved at this time.

It turned out to be just a mortal, yes, this was originally the residence of mortals, what is so strange to see a mortal.

But this mortal is really strange, he doesn't go to sleep well at night, he squats here in a daze, and he keeps looking at me, and you can't see me...

Hey, what's the little red dot on his lenses? How does it look so much like the spark of a cigarette in my hand... Alas, wait a minute...

Mao Rui, who was funny and reacted a lot slower at the moment, finally noticed that something was wrong and hurriedly checked his own state.

Just now, in order to prevent being discovered, he restrained all his aura, even if it was a small illusion that didn't let mortals see him, he turned it off, that is, my current appearance can be seen by mortals?

Damn, thinking of this, Mao Rui secretly scolded in his heart, he was so careless.

So what now? Although the cultivation realm has a method to erase memories, the problem is that I can't.

As soon as the idea came out, it was immediately vetoed by Mao Rui. Although he killed a lot of people, he had a grudge, and if he was killed because people saw his appearance, Mao Rui would still not be able to do it.

"Ahh ”

Mao Rui, who was still thinking about how to solve this matter alone, heard a cry of pain. Looking closely, it turned out that the cigarette in the uncle's hand burned his head and burned his hand, and he was constantly shaking his hand at the moment to relieve the pain.

Well, this uncle looks quite second, why don't you just make up some reasons to fool around?

Mao Rui thought silently in his heart.

"Are you a monk?"

Mao Rui was still thinking about the wording of the flicker, but the middle-aged uncle spoke first.

Seeing that Mao Rui didn't answer, the middle-aged uncle pushed his glasses and continued: "Looking at the way you looked just now, you should be running away from someone, right?"

"As far as I know, the people from the Xiufan Investigation Team have been working on the case in this area recently, so you shouldn't be avoiding them, right?"

The Xiufan Investigation Team is also named this again, what kind of organization is this, it is clear that there are monks in it, but even mortals know it. Could it be that in the ten years that my meridians have been broken and I have remained in the mortal realm, has the existence of cultivators been understood by the broad masses of the people?

That shouldn't be, I was in the mundane world at that time, and I couldn't have heard of it at all. Could it be that it only happened in the two years that I went to the mountains to cultivate?

Forget it, don't want to. It's like the truth that you can't find something for a while, leave it alone, and it will naturally appear in front of you after a while. If you don't understand something, put it aside, and after a while, you will figure it out for yourself, and even if you can't figure it out, you won't be able to remember it.

Mao Rui had one thing that was good, and decided not to think about it, so he really didn't think about it, and asked directly.

"Who the hell are you?"

"I'm just a little researcher at a research institute. Uncle said.

"Researchers, scientists, what are the Xiufan investigation teams you just mentioned?" Mao Rui continued.

"Why do I say that?" the uncle asked rhetorically.

Hearing this question, Mao Rui grinned, this scientist is very skinny, like this... Mao Rui took out a pistol, put the muzzle of the gun against the uncle's head, and asked with a playful look in his eyes, "Oh?

"No, I said, just kidding. The uncle said neatly.

Mao Rui: "..."

This uncle, the answer is so positive, so simple. Uncle, aren't you a scientist, can you have some dignity as a scientist? Are scientists like you who don't have face?

Mao Rui felt that this uncle had completely destroyed the image of a scientist in his mind.

was threatened by Mao Rui with a gun like this, and the uncle was honest, not only introduced Mao Rui to the Xiufan investigation team, but also told his name, job, family, income, and so on.

The uncle's name is Guan Angran, 43 years old, and he is a researcher at the National Academy of Sciences. Although they are both special organizations of the state, they belong to different institutions, and it stands to reason that Guan Angran could not have known about the existence of the monk and the Xiufan investigation team.

But there are no absolutes, and there is also a probabilistic term called coincidence. It was in such a coincidence that Guan Angran knew a very small amount of content about the monk and the Xiufan investigation team.

And today, because of a coincidence, when I came out to smoke, I met this monk who fell from the sky.