At the end of the meeting, a slightly rough plan of action was initially formed, and everyone went step by step to complete the internal work. When Fairy Yunjia put on a baseball cap and big sunglasses, and went out with her head in her pocket, Muge couldn't help but grab her elbow.

"Are you really going to get the priest who led the way?" Madrigal was always uneasy.

Fairy Yunjia turned her head to look at Muge for a while, and gradually bloomed with a warm smile: "Are you worried about me?" Don't worry, those men are just puppets, not even playthings, let alone that kind of relationship......

"No, no, no, I'm not interested in your 'kind of relationship', I'm purely literal, I'm afraid you won't be able to handle the priest. Madrigal blushed and argued.

Fairy Yunjia twisted her head with a smile, deliberately not looking at him, so that he could relax: "Do you think that the priests are all pure-hearted characters? You are too naïve, the priestly group monopolizes the final interpretation of cutting-edge theories, and the power is very large, how can you not be corrupt." This kind of person is the easiest to manipulate by me. ”

"How are you going to manipulate them?" asked Madrigal, pulling Yunjia back again.

Yun Jia glanced at him coquettishly, and said lightly, "I want you to take care of it." ”

"If there's an unspoken rule, then forget it, let's find another way. The madrigal speaks of the hidden worries in his heart.

"Dwarf oil. What, can't you bear it?" Fairy Yunjia smiled and bent down to look at him, her leaning body sending body fragrance.

Pastoral said with a straight face: "It's not reluctant, those priests like boys and loli, no matter which type it is, it doesn't fit your temperament, so I think it's better for you to find another way......"

Fairy Yunjia was extremely unhappy when she heard this, straightened her waist and said coldly: "It's just a plaything, and you dare to point fingers at me." Sick of it. He turned around and left.

Madrigal shouted, "What do you call me?"

"Playthings. Fairy Yunjia didn't look back, only waved his hand, and then left in a low-key manner accompanied by Lu Yu. Since Rou Jia's arrest, Fairy Yunjia has never used the "Painting Technique" to rush away, but has used the most ordinary disguise technique. Madrigal looked at Yun Jia's shadow and frowned and thought, could it be that the Strategic Intelligence Department has developed a device to identify the person in the painting? So, didn't I, who provided the sample, indirectly lead to Roujia's arrest?

Thinking of the Yunjia Fairy Sisters, Pastoral was full of gratitude and apologies. He only wants a good conscience, and he doesn't owe anything.

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In the bizarre theological laboratory, there was a shrill laugh. Several high-ranking priests draped in white penance cloth gathered around a translucent cage of light dust, laughing like gnats.

In the center of the cage hangs an oil painting of a young girl chained to a cross. The girl's skirt was torn to a ragged garment, and she struggled to cast angry glances at the priests outside the cage.

Suddenly, hearing the sound of the hatch opening, the priests looked back, and saw that it was the heir of Zhao Valve walking in, and their laughter suddenly subsided. The priests stood on both sides, smiled kindly, and nodded to Zhao Si.

"Hello Mr. Zhao. The red-sleeved priest at the head greeted him. Zhao Valve is one of the five major gate valves, and is the main source of funding for the Shenshan Hermitage Society, and the first heir of Zhao Valve is naturally the object of the priest's service.

"I've heard that the captured 'man in the picture' is a stunning one. I'll take a look. Zhao Si's face was pale, his eyes were deep-set, and his hair was combed back, with a sickly handsomeness. He walked straight to the cage, his hands behind his back, and bent down to look at the oil painting in the cage.

The girl on the oil painting glared at Zhao Si fiercely, her apricot eyes were like knives, and she was full of murderous energy. Her country-conquering posture and unyielding demeanor complement each other, and she has the peerless temperament of a princess who has died in the country, which makes Zhao Hei's heart pound.

"Xu Hui, you told me that you captured a beauty with a fox tail. Where's the tail?" Zhao Si asked the red-sleeved priest.

"I'm sorry, but I had to cut off her tail to limit her strength. But after she revealed her original form, she was still a beauty with beast ears, and her violent temper was reduced to a spice of taste. You see, even when she is trapped in the painting, her resistance is fierce. Xu Hui smiled, and the wrinkles were piled up into folds.

Zhao Si looked at the oil painting intently, and Xu Hui held his breath to accompany him. After a while, Zhao Sicai said slowly: "I like this one very much." Not bad. ”

"The second phase of financing ......," Xu Hui rubbed his hands. When it comes to this issue, Xu Hui's leadership style is nowhere to be seen.

"The second round of financing is fully secured by the fund under my name. Zhao Si straightened up, looked at Xu Hui and said, "Before that, you have to prove that the 'Famous Painting Project' is effective." Why should I believe that this woman can come out of an oil painting, and you won't frame a photo book into an oil painting to fool me?"

Xu Hui looked embarrassed: "The current technology can only detect the two-dimensional coordinates of the 'person in the painting', and it is already very difficult to capture...... If you want the 'people in the painting' to enter the real world, I'm afraid they have to volunteer......"

Zhao Si's expression changed. According to Xu Hui, the beauties in the painting may never enter reality.

"I'm kind of tempted to divest. Zhao Si said, "You're wasting my money." I'm shutting down your lab. Pack up your garbage and get out of the Strategic Intelligence Division. ”

"No!"

"We don't dare to deceive you!"

The black-sleeved priests shouted.

Xu Hui stomped his feet anxiously like an ant on a hot pot, and then he had a flash of inspiration and raised his index finger to offer advice: "I remember that Zhang Valve's martial arts can concretize the weapons in the picture scroll - that martial art is called 'Sun Hidden Town'? As long as you communicate and coordinate with the Lord, and send a high-ranking samurai to cooperate, we can forcibly bring the beautiful woman in the painting into the real world. ”

"The Land of the Sun's Hideaway?" have heard of it...... It was really unexpected that that kind of waste wood martial arts would have such a charming usage. Zhao Si circled around the girl in the painting, touched his chin and muttered, and then nodded in approval: "I'll send a housekeeper to coordinate." Xu Hui, you'd better not make me wait too long. ”

"Three days!" Xu Hui rejoiced when he received strong support - Xu Hui was committed to the study of the "people in the painting", and no one knew better than him the great potential of the "Land of the Hidden Sun". By using Zhao Si's lust, Xu Hui can not only contact the Zhang Valve warrior who has mastered the "Land of the Hidden Sun", but also force the beast-eared girl in the painting out of the real world, which can be described as killing two birds with one stone. He sent Zhao Si off.

"Lord Templar, dedicate the captives of the Strategic Intelligence Service to the investors...... If you find out, you will be impeached. A black-sleeved priest was nervous.

Xu Hui turned around with his sleeves flicked his sleeves, stared at the beast-eared girl who was struggling desperately in the picture scroll, and smiled obscenely: "Stupid child." Even the president is the dog of capital, and the real owner is the chaebol who holds the dog on a leash in the dark, and if he can please them, even if he violates the law, he is right. Serving in the priest system, you can't do it without some basic common sense. ”

"The Templar is directed. The black-sleeved priests lowered their sleeves one after another to listen to the training. Behind them, rows of light and dust cages are displayed, and oil paintings of sin float in the cages, in which the people in the paintings are sobbing or mutilating themselves, using futile struggles to cover up their pale helplessness.

The beast-eared girl seemed to be able to hear the conversation. She stared at the sanctimonious Templar with hatred, and her contemptuous murmur turned into a character on the painting:

"A lustful civilization will lead the Andromeda galaxy to extinction. ”

The Templar leaned down, his pale eyelashes narrowing playfully, "Baby, it's greed that makes the Pantheon strong, and the galactic civilization to which you are loyal is about to be wiped out, and the Triwinged Fleet will hunt all the suns. ”

A man and a woman, an old and a young, an ugly and a beautiful, the four eyes are facing each other, as if the two civilizations are tense, bursting with sparks of will confrontation.