Compared to the golden dragon chair that was completely digested, another immortal weapon that Luo Shen had eaten, the 'Wanmin Banner', failed to provide complete "rules" information. Like a program that is broken by a lack of a lot of programming code, Roshen can read some information, but he can't form valid "rules".

This made Roshen realize that if he wanted to fully access the special abilities of SCP things, he would have to eat them as completely as possible.

At this point, Roshen focused on the three special items he had obtained from inside the palace.

……

Evening.

In the chest-pounding depression, the rain fell.

As the temperature drops, the stuffy and sticky feeling that has plagued people all day is slightly soothed. But at the same time, there is a faint smell of fishiness in the rain that envelops the entire city and even the entire region, but it is really unpleasant.

Sit down in front of the computer and type the last line of text.

Tang Chuan looked up at the surroundings at the same time, stretching his waist, moving the stiff lumbar spine and his shoulders that would ache faintly in a rainy day.

Because it is summer, although it is already evening, it is still raining heavily outside the window, but the sky is not dark.

If you look out the window, you can still see the outside clearly.

However, the room was a little dark.

Tang Chuan walked to the door and pressed the switch of the electric light, and after a sound of 'no edge, no edge', the old ceiling light was still stubbornly lit.

Seeing that the two ends above his head had turned black, and the light seemed to be no longer as bright as the long tubes that were bright a few years ago, Tang Chuan felt a sense of boredom for no reason.

He looked around: in the office with eight honest desks in two rows, file cabinets, shelves, and a photo wall and whiteboard that took up an entire wall...... Almost half of his entire life was spent here.

In the center of the photo wall, the center of the countless silk threads held in place by the paper nails—the young man with the word "Luo Shen" seemed to be laughing at him......

This photo was personally chosen by Tang Chuan.

In the home of the man named Luo Shen, including the homes of his adoptive parents, the homes of relatives who are not related by blood but who are hiding from him, as well as his classmates, friends, colleagues, his cyberspace, social media accounts, and all the photos that may exist of him, whether or not they are selected from the audio-visual materials centered on him.

It was a picture of him smiling in the sun.

Youth is just right.

The ordinary young man seems to be a little handsome in this photo.

But that's not why Tang Chuan chose it.

Tang Chuan.

As an elite police officer whose fate was changed by this monster twenty years ago, he chose this photo for the reason that in the background of this photo, the figure of a woman in a retro white dress.

Zhuo Hui, woman in white dress, Luo Shen...... and the white-haired child who appeared after Luo Shen's disappearance and was almost certain to be Luo Shen himself.

All this information is intricately intertwined, and it seems to form a clear picture, but it is always difficult to figure it out.

Tang Chuan has been entangled in these events for most of his life.

He even dared to say that no one knew Luo Shen better than himself.

He had made dozens or hundreds of guesses, some of which were so absurd that even the craziest novelists would dare not write like that.

But he wasn't sure it was all true.

Because Tang Chuan knew what kind of existence they were investigating, snooping, and speculating about. And as small human beings, even looking directly at "them" can lead to unpredictable and terrible ends, or the destruction of the entire human race?

"Boss~~?" A young voice interrupted Tang Chuan's thoughts.

He turned around, and in front of him was Xiao Wang, who had joined the group seven years ago.

Tang Chuan still remembers that Xiao Wang was a top student who graduated from Peking University, and his intelligence test score was enough to participate in the organization of the smartest people in the world.

Compared with such an elite, Tang Chuan knew that if he didn't have the advantage of being the first to contact the case, a "second-class elite" like him would not be able to participate in this investigation team.

"What's the matter?" Tang Chuan said.

Xiao Wang didn't answer Tang Chuan's words, but just handed him the paper cup of coffee in his hand, and his tone seemed to be a little casual but faintly with a little non-offensive concern: "Head, are you thinking about 'L' again?" Take a break, I see you've been working all day without a break. ”

Tang Chuan took the coffee, and through the walls of the paper cup, he sensed the temperature just right.

He smiled, about to say something.

The phone on the desk rang suddenly: bell, bell——! Bell bell bell ——! Bell Bell –

Xiao Qin picked up the phone.

The young girl, who is also a top student in the world's top detective club and has an in-depth study of the occult in many countries, exchanged a few words with the person on the other end of the phone.

A moment later.

Xiao Qin hung up the phone, she pushed the glasses on the bridge of her nose, and looked solemn: "The new home plan has begun, let's start arranging the transfer." ”

Hear the words.

All eyes in the office are on this.

Everyone stopped what they were doing.

There was a long silence in the dreary, dim and sticky smell of the air in the evening rain.

'Are you going to start?' Tang Chuan opened his mouth, but found that what he wanted to say was pressed in his throat by something intangible, no, it should be in his chest.

At one point, he wanted to ask aloud, "What's so good about the new home plan?!" But in the end, reason overshadowed the depression that had been suppressed in his heart for nearly twenty years.

Ultimately.

Tang Chuan said in a trembling, hoarse voice that was almost audible to an idiot: "Clean up...... Pack up your paperwork and prepare to transfer your ...... to ......"

With the last few words, Tang Chuan suddenly felt an irresistible exhaustion swept out of his heart.

At this moment, he suddenly felt that he was really weak.

Sore knees, weakness, and lightheadedness...... It seems that the steely man who used to be on the road of checking information forever and has survived countless days and nights has completely left him......

Huh—a new home?

Wish......

Bar......