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When Tomie was talking to Jung, I kept observing his expression. His looks, eyes, movements, and appearance give a clear impression, but it is difficult to analyze what kind of person he is because he hides his personality very well, probably because of professional habits.

However, I do know at least one thing that this man keeps himself objective and impartial at all times, cautious and defensive, and this defense is on a psychological level, and he tries his best to prevent others from dissecting himself.

This fits well with the characteristics of a specialist in research and applied psychology.

Just as Tomie always looks cheerful and unrestrained.

Although they are both vice-captains, strictly speaking, I am half a level older than Tomie, but Tomie is the leader of the conversation. It's not that I'm arrogant, it's just that my personality and strengths are like this, otherwise I wouldn't be happy to serve as a deputy in the student council. Because I hadn't spoken, Jung gave me a penetrating glance out of the corner of his eye when he spoke.

"Please come to the conference room, I'm going to let you introduce yourself." Jung said what he meant.

"Everyone's here?" Tomie asked.

"Yes, all on time." There was finally a hint of satisfaction in his tone. The prefect has been approved by her. That being the case, I believe Tomie's opinion, and she is very accurate in her view of people, who has a talent for psychology.

So he turned around and led the way, and I closed the office door at the end. Tomie deliberately slowed down, a few steps behind Jung. I hurried a few steps to catch up with her, and asked her what she thought of the person with my eyes, and she only said one word.

"He's a reliable sir."

"I trust your judgment." I say.

At the end of the corridor on the second floor, the meeting room is hidden by a heavy wooden door with glass windows, and the atmosphere inside is lively, even noisy. They weren't talking about work, it was the first day of reporting, and everyone was in good spirits, discussing interesting topics and bursting out laughing from time to time.

It seems that they are already familiar with each other, and Tomie and I are left. Tomie and I arrived at the office early and locked ourselves inside, and we didn't know exactly when the team would arrive.

Jung didn't show any emotion for this atmosphere of freedom, he only paused slightly outside the door, and then pushed the door open, and the voice inside suddenly froze and quickly subsided. When Tomie and I followed him in, there was silence in the conference room, and all eyes fell on the three of us.

Jung took Tomie and me directly to the podium, without any greetings, and said straight to the point: "Let's get to know each other, this is a crow, this is Bt, and he will be the vice-captain." ”

At the mention of our names, Tomie and I nodded to the person opposite. Everyone also gave a polite applause.

I looked around at them, and there were eight of them, all the people in this base who were directly responsible for combat, housekeeping, and support. Two of the girls are still acquaintances, it is Sakiya and Hachikei, because I knew in advance that they would be here, so I was not very surprised to see them at this time. It didn't take long for Tomie and I to have a relationship with them before we left for this town.

After stripping off the demon, Sakiya's physique has greatly improved, and she has shown extraordinary memory talents, and for the safety of her family, she also joined the Security Bureau.

Eight Views is the new prophet.

They are all from the support department, and I don't usually have to go to the front line, which is also a lot more reassuring.

When my eyes fell on them, the two of them hugged and smiled, and Sakiya tapped a metal box at his feet. Ah, she really brought it. I was delighted, but this was not the time to speak, so I nodded and observed the other six members.

By gender, there are two women and four men.

Both female team members have good looks, although they are dressed concisely and are kept in a state of being ready to move, they are carefully dressed in details and look pleasing to the eye. One is an authentic white woman, who looks gentle and capable; The other had wheat-colored skin and looked a bit black, but a bit like a South American, energetic and informal.

"My name is Dada, I'm in charge of support work, I'm a doctor in my team, and I'm good at communicating with strangers." The white woman introduced herself.

The wheat-skinned woman then said:

"I'm Pan, and I used to work in the anti-narcotics department of the customs."

"Well, take the liberty of asking, are you South American or black?" I asked, hesitantly.

"Sir, are you racist?" She stared straight at me.

"No, it's just curiosity." I said, "As far as you can see, I'm a yellow race." ”

At this moment, the only one of the four male team members wearing glasses, a young man who was nearly thirty years old, suddenly interjected. He wore a short-sleeved sweater made of wool over a thick cloth shirt, neatly dressed, but slightly old in style and color. He looks like one of those people who has lived with his parents all his life, thunder can't move, and every day will... A theorist who travels back and forth between his home, his room, and his classroom, and never lingers outside.

"Judging by the English diction, pronunciation, and sentence structure of the chief, you are from the Central Duchy. The country was quite xenophobic for a period after the war, which led to a great deal of ideological impact on the people's ideology after the implementation of a new economic retelling program. Although it has always been the most rapidly developing country in the world after being in line with international standards, and its status in international affairs is increasing day by day, this high-speed material development has also led to the distortion and atrophy of the people's spirit in another aspect. There are a number of jù that show that the citizens of this country have a rather strict tendency to be radical in their consciousness, but they are the most moderate in their behavior. ”

The big call came out of the mouth of the man with glasses, and there was no room for interjection. It may seem like a joke to others, but he doesn't actually mean that. His voice was tight, as if he was being chased and spurred on by something, trying to pour out everything he thought of before he was overtaken. But in terms of tone and choice of sentences, he didn't have the slightest talent for oratory.

This kind of tirade, which resembles a theoretical explanation, makes everyone look at each other, and even makes several women look crying and laughing on their faces. However, they seem to have understood that the other party is such a person in their previous greetings. So when he had to stop a little and catch his breath, he interrupted.

"Hey, stop, Bach, what do you want to say?" It was the black man who sat next to the man with glasses.

The man with glasses finally realized that what he had just done was inappropriate, and he smiled embarrassedly at Qi Qi's gaze. He knew that he was a little nervous, but he couldn't get rid of it.

"Uh......" he frowned, trying to find plain language to summarize his meaning, "I mean, the chief is not theoretically racist. With that, he looked around at everyone with an embarrassed smile.

"That's it." I said to the wheat-colored Pan.

"My father was Spanish and my mother was black American." Pan shook his head with a smile and said.

"Thank you for satisfying my curiosity." I said to everyone, "This is my first time abroad, and more than a month ago, I was just a student in an ordinary middle school. I know that I have many shortcomings, and I would like to ask for your advice. ”

This time, when the applause rang out, it was much more enthusiastic than before.

In the subsequent introductions, I learned about the identities of the other four men

The bespectacled young European was named Bach, and the code name came from his favorite symphony master. He was indeed a scholar, a professor at a university in Einlandshire, twenty-seven years old, who had just received a doctorate in sociology, and who had already received a doctorate in computer science and philosophy. For the first time, he was called into the team and took on the role of electronic information support.

The bald black man sitting next to Bach was named Locke, in his thirties, with a cheerful personality, who liked rap and rock music, and always wore a pair of headphones around his neck. He is quite burly, 190 centimeters tall, and looks like a basketball player, but he actually plays professional baseball. He is a field agent with powerful attack power.

The taciturn German, who calls himself a shepherd dog, is about forty years old and likes to sit in the corner, and if someone tries to turn behind him, he moves his chair a little to make sure everyone is in his sight. Although he rarely speaks, his expression is kind, and he is not the type of person to be approached, but his eyes occasionally give people a sense of danger. He didn't say much about his experience, but Tomie guessed that he was a killer or an agent.

"I'm a little bit confident in Scouting." He said modestly.

The last one was a fat man of Japanese nationality, twenty-seven years old like Bach, who lived up to his code name "The Magician", himself a street magician who toured the world. Although his nationality is Japanese, since he was three years old, he has been traveling around the world according to his family tradition, perfecting his family magic, and staying in Japan for less than a week every year. He is also a field officer.

"It seems that your family is more gypsy than gypsy." Pan teased.

"Thanks for the compliment, beautiful Pan, please allow me to dedicate this rose to you." The fat magician took off his top hat and put it on his chest, leaning forward slightly towards Pan Yili.

After speaking, he just looked at Pan with a warm smile on his face, and did not make any more movements. After a while, Pan finally felt strange.

"Rose?" She looked left and right, "Where?" ”

The magician snapped his fingers, and a crimson rose bloomed in Pan's sideburns. Seeing everyone's astonished eyes, Pan quickly reached out and touched the sideburns and took off the rose.

The rose turned out to be made of cellophane, and she laughed in surprise.

"How did you do that?"

I'm just as curious. I could see the puzzled expressions on almost everyone's faces, and it seemed that no one really noticed the magician's technique.

"The joy of magic comes from a secret, please allow me to keep it, wise Pan." The magician still had that warm smile, and he didn't seem to have any more expressions.

In this way, the team members gathered in the conference room introduced themselves, and everyone's eyes fell on Tomie and Jung. I've explained to them that I'm a student, so naturally they're more interested in the two people next to me. In this way, Jung did not say much about himself when he met them.

Was this out of courtesy to me and Tomie, the two vice-captains, or out of a desire to hide his personal information?

"I heard that Ms. Bt ......"

"Just call me Bt." Tomie interrupted Locke.

"Okay, Bt, I heard you and the crow are a couple. Is it true? Locke asked.

"Yes, we're going to get married next year." As Tomie spoke, his gaze stealthily paused on Sakiya and Hachikei.

Sakiya pushed her glasses, looking shy, but she didn't stagger her gaze, and she kept a shallow smile on her face. 2760942397 Jing tied his long silky straight black hair into a ponytail, and was even more indifferent to Tomie's gaze, looking at the other members by himself. She used to be the leader of the school's secret society, the Whisperers, so she always exudes an aura that makes her more of a leader than Jung.

However, she was a prophet, and her duties were equivalent to those of an advisor, and although she did not have much authority, she was only under Jung, who was the supreme ruler.

I don't know how Hakkei feels about me, but I'm probably friends. We worked together before we joined Cyberball, and while in retrospect it was inevitable that she would encounter those dangerous things as a prophet, I always felt guilty that if I hadn't set a trap for her and the Whisperers to act as bait, at least the ordinary members of the Whisperers wouldn't have died.

Those people are still ordinary students, not even bad students in the true sense of the word.

Sakiya likes me, I know it very well. In the days when I lost the memory of the apocalyptic illusion and Tomie did not come to me, the two of us relied on each other to fight against the Doomsday Shinrikyo hidden in the darkness, and it was a thrilling, fulfilling, and unforgettable time. And the reason why I'm running around to join the Netball and participate in that sinister First Advent Loop Collapse Project is to free her from the clutches of the devil.

Now, my wish has come true. I didn't want her to be involved in this kind of incident again, but she did come anyway. When she was alone with Tomie, I was always terrified and had a premonition of danger. The source of this premonition is not so much an emotional conflict, but a death intuition that stems from the instinct of life.

Although they didn't look out of the ordinary, there seemed to be a suffocating black color permeating their surroundings. So I've been trying to avoid leaving them alone.

Not only Hakkei, Sakiya, and Tomie, but I can feel that all of them here have strong personalities. They need to be sharpened into a team, and it is not enough to rely on wrists alone. I'm self-aware, and I don't have that kind of talent.

Jung has a wealth of organizational and leadership experience, what kind of style will he build this team into?

A burst of heckling from the members below pulled me out of my contemplation, and I realized that I was being hugged by Tomie, who lowered her head and kissed me deeply in public.

"It's so intimate."

"Don't forget to send us a wedding card when you get married."

Locke put his fingers in his mouth and whistled. Jung didn't stop this noisy scene, but just stood on one side, still with the same straight face as before, and he couldn't see any emotion at all.

"Bt seems to be a man from the army? Also, What does Bt mean? Bach, the spectacle genius, asked, his face flushed with the eagerness.

"No, I was a mentally ill person before." Tomie's answer suddenly made the atmosphere stagnant and quiet again.

Someone is whispering.

"Fine, mentally ill? The aftermath of the war? Bach asked, stunned, stammering, as if refusing to admit that he had misjudged, and said, "Theoretically, one can never completely hide one's secrets." Because even if you don't speak, your information will still be revealed in the details of your habitual movements, eyes, clothing, and physical features. Even if covert training is done, the inertia generated by covert training will be amplified in observation, and it will also become a vulnerability. I, I still think you're a soldier, and the way you stand, the direction you swing your shoes, and the twitching of your fingers, your gaze, and those scars, all prove it. ”

"Unfortunately, you're wrong." Although Tomie smiled, he said in an unceremonious tone, "I'm not a soldier, just a person with a split personality, and ...... Psychologist. ”

"Wow, psychologist?" The white-skinned beauty Dada exclaimed, "This is a bit contradictory to mental illness. ”

"As the saying goes, a long illness becomes a good doctor." Jung interjected for the first time.

His voice was not loud and calm, but there was a power lurking that instantly stopped the noise in the conference room.

"My name is Jung, the supreme leader of this new section. The past experience will not be mentioned for the time being, you will know later. This work is new to me and to all of you. We will face all kinds of hardships, doubts, fears, and even life-threatening dangers, and no one will be exempt. I hope you are prepared. He said lightly, his eyes swept over everyone's faces, and everyone listened to him with a stern expression.

"It's almost time, and I'm announcing that the Raccoon Town branch is officially established at this moment, and the team is codenamed 'Ode to Joy'." Jung paused, looked at his watch, and continued, "Take a ten-minute break, and then start your first job." ”

With that, he glanced at Tomie and me, and we shook our heads to say that we had nothing else to say, so he announced the disbandment and hurried out of the conference room. I guess he went back to his office to get the materials.

In fact, the formal workflow is as follows: first, the prophet Hakkei and the secretary Sakuya collate the information they have gathered, summarize specific tasks, and submit them to Jung for review. After Jung chooses the task, a meeting is held, and Sakiya gives a brief description of the content of the task, supplemented by eight scenes. After that, Jung summed up and allocated manpower.

However, it's the first day of work,

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