We walked in, and Cowboy pulled down the roller shutter door again and plugged in the lock. It's a hardware store with concrete walls on all sides, no windows, and an aisle between the shelves that only allows two people to stand side by side. It didn't seem like there was anything to enter or exit except for the main entrance, and I felt a little uneasy about the re-locked space, so I couldn't help but stop and look back at the locked roller shutter.

The key ring is swirled on the cowboy's index finger.

Through the magic pattern for intelligence identification, the cowboy's name is Wogan, age 31, D-class evaluation, no magic pattern on his left hand.

"Follow me." He said, so he walked ahead and led the way.

Tomie and I looked at each other and followed him across the shelves to the counter at the back of the store. The TV set resting on the wall shelf is playing a variety show, and the women who seem to be on duty are watching it with relish while playing wool. She was supposed to be native, about thirty years old, a bit like a housewife.

"Shaw, the guests are here." The cowboy yelled at her.

The woman shifted her gaze to us, pausing on Sakiya's face, then nodding at the cowboy and reaching out to press it on the phone.

"Come in, I'm waiting for you." She spoke in very standard Chinese.

Cowboys obviously understand. He walked over to the counter and lifted the floor to reveal a secret passageway. Walking down the iron ladder, there is a door at the bottom. The door is wide open, and the space inside is quite spacious, arranged in the shape of a living room, and the décor is elegant and luxurious.

Even though it is a basement, I don't feel stuffy, and the temperature is controlled in a refreshing range, and I don't know if the ventilation fan is working in the corner of the wall.

There was a fireplace on one side of the wall, but it wasn't lit at this time. The cowboy brought us in, said "wait here," and walked through another door not far from the fireplace.

There is a coffee table near the fireplace, and in all three directions, except for the direction of the fireplace, there are sofas that are expensive in terms of appearance and workmanship. On the sofa with her back to us sat a woman. It looks very young from the back, and I don't know why it's a little familiar.

The classical music in the air died down, and the woman stood up and turned her face towards us.

At this moment, no words can describe the amazement in my heart.

It was a very familiar face, and I had been with her for almost two years.

It was the squad leader who had disappeared for a time.

Although it was rumored that she had taken a leave of absence from school and moved, I always thought she was being coerced by the goat union, and I didn't expect her to appear in front of me in this situation.

Her complexion was very good, the expression on her face was no different from before, and she didn't look half surprised when she saw me, but there was a hint of understanding, as if she was saying "It's really you".

"Long time no see, Takakawa-san." She greeted her like a host.

"Eight Views...... How did you end up in this place? ”

"Don't look surprised, I have the impression that Gao Chuan-san is quite cold." Hakkei said indifferently, his eyes falling on Sakiya, "My story is very simple, but Sakiya-san's affairs are a little troublesome." ”

Let's put Sakiya-san down first, we have enough time to talk. Hakkei said this, and asked me to put the unconscious Sakiya on the sofa. Tomie and I also sat down on one side of the couch. Hakkei poured us black tea, and Quark immediately jumped off my shoulder and pecked at the tea in the cup.

"Crows?" Hakkei gazed curiously at the birds.

"It's called quark."

"I see."

I had a lot of questions for Hakkei, but before I could speak, the cowboy walked out from behind the door with an old woman in his arms. The old woman was a distinctly black woman, about sixty years old, with curly and short hair, a rich body, and a kind smile on her face, which was intimate. Like the cowboy, Hakkei respects the old woman and immediately gets up from the couch when he sees her come out.

I immediately understood that the old woman was the person in charge of the place.

Infected by the atmosphere, I couldn't help but stand up, only Tomie was still cross-legged and looked at each other with interesting eyes.

After looking at each other for a long time, I first introduced myself respectfully to my juniors:

"My name is Takakawa, and I'm the 'quark' who contacted you."

"Nice to meet you." The old woman smiled and nodded, slowly sat down on the sofa, and motioned for everyone else to sit down. Eight views sit on the left hand side of the old woman, looking very close, and the cowboy on the other side looks a little cynical.

"This is the 'prophet' of the cyberball." Eight views introduce us.

"Wrong, wrong." The old woman shook her head at Hachijing, turned to us, and said, "I'm not a prophet, I'm just a medium, you can call 'Mayne.'" ”

"Medium?" Tomie interjected.

"Yes, girl. Why don't you introduce yourself? ”

Her attitude didn't look like a fake, and I was naturally good.

"Good, Lady Mayne." I introduced Tomie and Quark to her one by one, and then set my eyes on Cowboy.

"My name is Wugan, don't you already know the Tao? Emringer. ”

When everyone arrived, I used the magic pattern to scout the relevant information. It's a pity that Tomie and I are Demon Pattern Messengers here, and Hakkei and the old woman haven't even reached the D-level, and if you ignore the "spirit medium" in your self-introduction, you're almost no different from ordinary people. However, Cowboy seemed to know a lot about the Demonic Emringer, which made me feel a little more confident about Sakuya's affairs.

Judging by their attitudes and postures, Cyberball seems to be an organization that is similar in size to that of the Goats Guild.

"I've heard that psychic mediums can communicate with souls, and this is the first time I've seen them." Tomie stared at the old woman, Lady Mayne, with a scrutinizing gaze, "Can you really hear the voice of a dead man?" ”

"I'm sorry, but my abilities aren't quite what you say."

"So it's a lie?" Tomie said, "I've met many psychic masters, but unfortunately, they're all liars who play psychology. I can see through them at a glance because I have a talent for psychology. To be honest, I've never believed in mediums. ”

Tomie said she had a talent for psychology. Does this mean that psychological talent is the talent she exhibits in the D-class? I remembered that Tomie recorded in his diary that when Tomie first entered the Doomsday Illusion, he had a D-class evaluation.

Psychology itself is about deducing mental activity from established behaviors and predicting the actions that are dominated by such psychology.

It is conceivable that the talents of psychology will be brought into full play, and the effect will be close to that of mind reading.

Whether it is for life or combat, it is a rather terrifying talent.

Tomie's tone was aggressive, but Ms. Mayne remained unmoved, still showing a steady and kind attitude.

"As you say, girl, five years ago, psychic mediums were indeed liars."

"I need an explanation." Tomie spoke my heart.

Regardless of whether or not Ms. Mayne's psychic identity is true or not, at least from her statement, something happened five years ago, and perhaps that was the beginning of what Tomie and I went through.

"Of course I will, but before I do that, I want to ask a question." Lady Mayne said in a cautious tone, "Do you believe in the existence of gods and demons? ”