Bai Zhou was stunned for a moment, instinctively wanting to break free, but hesitated for a moment, but still didn't move.

"Thank you, Xiaozhou."

Bai Zhou said, "What's there to thank for this, don't you often help me?"

"I'm not talking about that." Wen Jun stopped, "Thank you for bringing me light."

Light?

The second monk of Bai Zhou was puzzled.

What do you mean?

Wen Junzhi had already let go of her, and gently rubbed her hair, and said, "Don't let yourself be too tired, take more rest, you are not the only occultist in this world, and you are not the only agent in the Special Security Bureau, you also have to let other agents do something, otherwise how can you reflect their value?" How else do they earn bonuses?"

Bai Zhou scratched his head: "It seems to make some sense."

"Gone." Wen Junzhi smiled, "No matter what happens, you can call me, even if you can't sleep at night."

Bai Zhou said: "I never can't sleep at night, I sleep well."

Wen Junzhi: "......"

I hate you for being a piece of wood.

After sending Wen Junzhi away, Bai Zhou's expression became cold, and when she returned home, she took out the "Imperial Spirit Record", gently stroked the book cover, and said, "This anonymous person deceives people too much, I hope that there will be a way to deal with him this time, at least, let him suffer a little."

With that, she turned the page.

The previous content is gone, and only pages of blank paper remain.

But the moment she opened it, lines of text appeared on the white paper.

It's like someone is typing, one by one the words gradually appear, and it is still a brush word, and the handwriting can not be seen, it is a very authentic willow style, just like Liu Gongquan came back from the dead and wrote it by hand.

Bai Zhou didn't care who wrote it, only the content.

Her eyes widened.

I see!

There really is a way to make Anonymous suffer!

She closed the "Imperial Spirit Record" and sighed lightly, I am afraid that even the Anonymous Clan could not imagine that the key was still in the body of the only survivor, Fangfang.

It was late at night, and in the funeral home, Fangfang knelt in front of the mourning hall and put paper money in the brazier.

Looking at the dancing red flames, her tears flowed down her eyes again.

The autopsy has ended, and according to the regulations, it was sent directly to cremation, and she could only get back the ashes and make up a farewell ceremony for her parents.

In fact, they didn't have many relatives and friends, and none of the people from their hometown came, but a lot of neighbors came, and they all gave her a part, so that she could study hard in the future and not live up to her parents' expectations.

Now that all the people who came to the ceremony have dispersed, she will keep a vigil here for the night, and will be sent to the cemetery early tomorrow morning for burial.

"Fangfang."

Fang Fang raised her head, looked at Bai Zhou who was walking towards her, wiped away her tears, and showed a smile: "Boss Xiao Bai."

"Listen to Director Yang, the cemetery is your money." She said gratefully, "Boss Xiaobai, I borrowed this money, and I will pay it back to you in the future."

"You don't have to pay it back." Bai Zhou waved his hand, the death of Fangfang's parents was inseparable from her in the final analysis, and this made her feel better, "After you graduated from a special school, we are comrades-in-arms, shouldn't comrades-in-arms help each other?"

Fangfang's eyes were red, and she secretly made up her mind that although Boss Xiaobai refused to ask her to pay it back, she must pay it back.

She can't squander the kindness of others.

This is what her parents taught her since she was a child, and it is her principle and bottom line of life.

But she didn't say much, just kept this belief in her heart.

Bai Zhou looked around, pulled her and whispered, "Do you want to avenge your parents?"

Fang Fang was startled, grabbed her hand, and hurriedly said, "Yes, of course I want to!"

She had already learned the truth from Director Yang, and someone had put that horror game console downstairs, causing the tragedy.

That person, without a name, only had a code name: Anonymous.

From the moment she knew the truth, she engraved this code name in her heart, vowing to take revenge one day.

"I have a way, I can't catch him, I can't kill him, but I can hurt him severely." Bai Zhou Road.

Fang Fang couldn't hold back the eagerness in her heart, and hurriedly asked, "What way? Boss Xiaobai, tell me directly, what do you want me to do? As long as I can make Anonymous pay, even if it costs my life!"

"That's not necessary." Bai Zhou said, "The supernatural object is a spiritual object formed by absorbing extremely strong resentment, although it has a variety of magical effects, but it has a fatal weakness: those who use it have to pay the price."

"Some lose an organ in their body, some sacrifice their emotions, and some even need to pay for the life of their beloved. In short, the price of each supernatural item is different."

"Of course, the user can also use other methods to offset the cost, especially the occultists, who can even use their spiritual power to eliminate the backlash of the supernatural items."

"That's what Anonymous did when he used this horror console."