Montei Peculiar Bureau Bureau, in the fifth floor of the underground base.

As the wide elevator descended, several personnel in dust-free chemical protective suits were identified under the closely monitored guards on both sides, and only after completing another inspection and disinfection were allowed to enter.

Simon looked at the fifth floor of the substation base with a little curiosity, wanting to see what it really was. After all, the mysterious five floors are widely spread in the substation.

At first glance, the fifth floor does not look much different from the upper floors, it is still a steel prison, which looks full of technology and futuristic style.

It's just that Simon, who has a keen perception, obviously found that there were traces of power on the edges of many alloys that had obviously been blessed by spells, and many patterns that looked like decorations in the hidden corners formed one complex circle after another.

Clusters of pulse transmitters are fixed in the corners of each laboratory, constantly monitoring the creatures and objects imprisoned inside.

After walking for a while, after two more routine checks, Simon followed the staff who brought him down, and finally arrived at his destination.

Now, almost five days have passed since the Coke Domain incident, and the Special Bureau Bureau discovered the situation inside as soon as the power of the Coke Domain dissipated.

By the time they arrived, all the staff members around Kasla and Jiaoyu had been killed, but Jiaoyu was also strangely completely idle, and no one knew what was going on inside.

Many experts have been to the scene to check, but still have no clue, in the end this case can only be recorded in detail, save all kinds of evidence and store in the archives.

The Special Bureau does not have so much power to restore the cases one by one and explore the truth, especially this kind of case with supernatural powers, which cannot be investigated clearly in a while.

Reality is not a big detective movie, it's not something that one or two big detectives can deduce through a little trace, not to mention that this kind of supernatural event doesn't make sense of you at all.

Therefore, the matter is stored in the archives in this way, and it is not possible to open it again unless a similar case occurs one day.

Although the incident is over, Simon is in the limelight in the special game, and his status gradually increases, and most people tend to be the few members of the special team with Simon's props to solve the problem.

After all, before that, they couldn't even get in.

Wherever Simon goes now, anyone who recognizes him will call him Your Excellency, with a lot of respect between words and deeds.

In this kind of special work organization, it is absolutely right to make friends with a powerful logistics research personnel, especially when the other party is still a professional with special talents.

Simon is even more popular in the combat team at the moment, and every day the captains of the various combat detachments come to visit him, hoping that when he makes new potions, he can allocate a little more to their team, and maybe he can save his life at some point.

To get back to the point, this morning, Simon suddenly received a special order to follow the person in front of him on a mission, which is why he came to the most secret fifth floor.

Approaching the end of the fifth basement floor, Simon and his party finally arrived at their destination.

In a high-security laboratory, Simon finally sees the person who issued his mission, a high-ranking military general.

As soon as he entered, he saw Major General Habu standing in the crowd, after all, he was too conspicuous in a military uniform among a group of staff wearing white dust suits.

Sure enough, the staff who brought him down led him directly to Major General Hab.

Major General Hab, who was constantly listening to the explanation of the person in charge of this experiment, looked at Simon who came over, and did not politely put forward his request directly to him, "Hello, Mr. Simon. I've heard you're a high-level potionsman, so I wonder if you're going to make special potions of nutrients or growth potions?"

"Nutrient solution?" Simon asked, a little puzzled.

"Yes, not limited to these names, as long as there are potions that act like this. I don't know if this type of potion exists in your possession. Major General Habu looked at him with burning eyes, his eyes full of anticipation.

Simon thought for a moment and then said slowly, "There are a few potions that work like this, but I'm not sure if that's what you need. ”

Major General Habu was overjoyed when he heard this, and his originally serious expression was rarely a little more joyful, and even his words were a little more polite.

"Then please configure it as soon as possible, trouble. ”

Simon was then taken away to the next lab, where a new workshop had already been prepared for him, with all kinds of instruments and common raw materials, and a team of staff dedicated to his service, everything was ready for him to get to work.

During this period, for two whole days and two nights, Simon did not rest at all.

He had been in this laboratory to prepare potions, not going out for half a step, working under the camera from all angles the whole time, without any privacy.

All kinds of trivial events in daily life are handled by special staff for him one by one, without him spending a little time.

Two days later, Simon, who had finished configuring the potion, was taken directly out of the fifth layer, and no one told him what the potion he had concocted was used for.

After two busy days, Simon returned to his dormitory, and fell asleep directly on the bed, and finally the staff who waited for him to come up closed the door for him.

They didn't realize that under Simon's closed eyelids, his pupils had already turned into glass-like vertical pupils, and the scene in the laboratory on the fifth floor was unobstructed in front of his eyes.

In the laboratory, Admiral Habu took the potion prepared by Simon and went directly to another laboratory.

In a spacious laboratory filled with a variety of cutting-edge instruments.

Several gray-haired and bespectacled Ph.D. scholars stared at the metal containers bound in the faint blue magnetic light.

The metal container was filled with a pale blue nutrient solution, a fist-sized mass, covered in shallow scars, and a dull black ball of silt gelatinous black floated in it, constantly devouring the nutrient solution inside.

In just a few minutes, this tube is enough for hundreds of people to sustain a full day of strenuous exercise.

After absorbing the nutrient solution, the silty black ball was still not satisfied, and it slammed into the metal container weakly, as if it wanted more nutrient solution.

The staff member on the side quickly walked up with a new tube of nutrient solution, and he began to fill the metal container with a new nutrient solution.

At this time, the black ball reversed the normal state of weakness, and the silt-like body instantly elongated, turning into a metal-like black blade, which stabbed out directly from the injection port.

In the next second, when it had just touched the edge of the metal container, the dark blue magnetic light on the periphery suddenly buzzed, and the brilliant magnetic light acted directly on the black ball along the metal container. It didn't stop until it returned to its spherical shape again.

Once again, the black ball fell silent, looking more and more languid.

Major General Habu looked at the black ball that had quieted down and nodded slightly at his adjutant. The experimenter on the side came to the laboratory with a box containing the potion to replace it with a new nutrient solution and see how it worked.

During this time, various experimenters kept track of the activity of the black orb, trying to discern how much each potion worked on it.

"Potion No. 1 is injected, the observation time is fifteen minutes, and the activity index is six percent. ”

"Potion No. 2 is injected, the observation time is fifteen minutes, and the activity index is fourteen percent, and it is included in the candidate list. ”

"Potion No. 3 is injected, the observation time is fifteen minutes, and the activity index is eight percent. Note: Subject is in a particularly active state and needs to be further observed. ”

With the help of the special ability of the Mirror of Eternity, Simon constantly observes the black balls in the metal container.

He didn't feel any traces of the existence of the spell from the black ball, and he couldn't recognize what it was for a while, what it did, and what it did, so that the people of the military could pay so much attention to it, and they didn't hesitate to come here to make a special trip to configure the potion and experiment and observe it.

After observing for most of the day, Simon didn't see any clue, so he shifted his attention, leaving Bieber there to continue to observe, and feel free to contact him if anything happened.

He had other things to do now, and it was impossible for him to keep an eye on this inexplicable experiment.

In the city of Dallas, Mr. Nepartak, with a green prairie overhead, has come out of the blow of despair, and he no longer cares that his wife is a bus.

Now, no matter how much people in the community talk about him behind his back, he doesn't care about it at all.

Because he has been reborn, and the past has long since passed and has nothing to do with him.

Now he is one of the people in charge of the city's well-known Anning Leisure and Fitness Club. Of course, he has another identity in private, and that is the new believer in the great Mirror of Eternity.

The Anning Leisure & Fitness Club is now arguably the most popular club in Dallas, with a large number of people of all ages signing up every day and members booking new classes until the second half of the year.

You must know that the Anning Leisure and Fitness Club has not played a lot of advertisements, and these members who came to sign up came here or were introduced by friends.

This leisure club, which has not been open for a month, is so popular that it makes the eyes of peers red, and countless people wave money every day to join the latest course.

However, the Hospice Club does not accept it at all, and only after a group of members have completely stabilized the course they teach, they will open a new class to recruit a new group of members.

Unexpectedly, this was originally just a move to completely stabilize the seeds of power, but instead brought them a lot of word-of-mouth, and many members said that they were really responsible for their members.

On this day, when the last session is over. As usual, Nepartak continued to greet the new members, answering any questions they had during the meditation process, and planting as many seeds as he could for our master.

Nepartak didn't notice that a new member who had just finished communicating with him looked thoughtfully at the huge floor-to-ceiling mirror in the hall, and there was a strange light in his eyes

"It's really interesting, he actually used this method to gain the power of faith, and I don't know which old god who was knocked down from the throne actually came up with such a method, and he didn't dare to reveal the slightest bit of information. ”

"But it's really your misfortune to meet me, I'd like to see who you really are?" Kagbo glanced at the large mirror in the hall again, and walked out the door with a meaningful smile on his face.