Hilston, 148 Birningham Road.

Radmilo returned to his residence in disarray. MI9 returned all his belongings, probably not to the eye.

From being discovered, caught, interrogated, and released, he felt that all this was like a dream, one moment he felt that it was going to be over, he was dead, and the next time he felt that there was still hope, and even sitting on the familiar living room sofa, he felt as if he hadn't woken up yet.

He thought that he would be shot or turned into a sealed experimenter, and then die a painful death, but he didn't expect that he would become an informant of the official extraordinary?

Sitting on the sofa at home, his tense emotions slowly relaxed, he felt his spirituality, and he also regained his agility and freedom.

He relaxed his muscles and collapsed on the couch, his mind free, and he began to calculate the course of events from the beginning.

What I investigated must be the big secret of the Rune military, and the extraordinary person who caught me and laughed sneered should be a demigod, otherwise I would not have been caught by him like a chicken in his yard, and he caught him with no effort, and the later interrogators were even more coercive and imposing, and they were all big shots.

A voyeur was just a demigod, showing that they cared a lot about the person investigating the matter, the woman, and they wanted to catch the woman who had issued the task.

They put me back, certainly not because they found out that I had nothing to do with this woman, they ...... I must have wanted to find that party through me and bring out that woman, so I was released.

Do they want me to pretend that nothing is happening, go to the party, and then follow me, or just surround me based on the positioning device I have with me? Isn't it, do you still want me to hand in the task and directly lead out that woman?

What am I going to do?

His body sank deep into the couch, lying lazily and motionless.

Time seemed to have frozen, and only the sunlight through the window, the soft blocks of light shining on the floor, continued to elongate and tilt and fade.

Night falls, and the red moon is in the sky.

Radmilo stood up, took a small conch from a hidden drawer, put it over his ear, and listened carefully.

……

Joe Wood District, Rice Circus.

Bernadette walked around the fancy tents, some of which were intertwined with vivid colors, painted with mysterious patterns, some sketched with simple figures, looking like pies, pastries, odd-shaped snacks, and some of which had various drinks on the tables at the mouth of the tent.

At this time, there was a performance in the small theater, and there was only one ticket seller sitting on a stool at the door, yawning boredly.

Without buying a ticket, Bernadette dodged in, and the conductor knew nothing and yawned again.

Galbien Codo runs this circus, and the most important reason is a hobby.

This old man, who is already old, often wears exaggerated magic robes and a high top hat to perform magical magic tricks on stage.

Galbion was not on stage today, but a herd of animals and a tamer with a whip.

When I walked into the backstage, I saw an old man with a red face, who was scolding a few clowns:

"Cheer up! Think of more amusing ways to attract guests, it's always the same old-fashioned, and I'm tired of watching it! ”

"The Cindis Circus has come up with a new trick and robbed us of a lot of guests!"

Suddenly, Galbion's voice paused, then quickly ended the lecture, and sent the crowd to continue outside to solicit guests.

Coming to a separate small room, Bernadette said directly: "Stop the investigation of the previous disappearance, all the people should withdraw as soon as possible, pay attention to the movements of the Witch Sect, and the people of the Gnosis Society, investigate their whereabouts in Beckland." ”

Garbien nodded solemnly, and then asked, "What about the mission you posted before?" Do you want to revoke? No one has turned in the task yet. ”

"Stop that Extraordinaire gathering, there's an Extraordinaire who may be investigating this and was caught by MI9, and it's someone at the party."

"That'...... Is the organization also at risk of exposure, and is there any arrangement for the relevant people to temporarily withdraw from Beckland? Garbion said cautiously.

"Well, all the people involved in the party should get out of Beckland."

After explaining the task, Bernadette disappeared directly.

Galbion sat for a moment, changed out of his exaggerated robes, put on his silk formal suit, picked up his cane, and left the circus.

Returning to his lodgings, Garbion took out a huge conch, which was black as a whole, faintly filled with the sound of the sea breeze, and if you gazed intently, you would feel dizzy, your thoughts flying, and you would swim in the sea of your soul.

It is a mixture of the extraordinary properties of the listener and the extraordinary material of the sailor and the viewer, but the main function is very simple. It erodes and assimilates the common conch, causing it to form a mystical connection to itself. The user records a sound into the conch, and the other conch can hear the sound for a certain amount of time.

Garbion poured spirituality into the conch, and the surface of the conch was sparkling, and the black flow on it seemed to turn into a miniature ocean, and the invisible wind blew and waved.

"The Extraordinary's gathering is suspended for a while."

The muffled voice of a slight old age was sucked in and exhaled by a huge black conch, echoing through the room over and over again, forming cascading echoes.

……

Radmilo hadn't been out for the first few days since he returned to his quarters, but once he appeared in the antechamber, he felt like he was being watched.

He sighed in his heart, sure enough, MI9 could not be a charity, and there must be a reason for letting him back.

In the past few days, he has also thought about his future, and his mind has struggled repeatedly, and finally he decided to sell the party according to the hopes of MI9 to save his own life. So he had to take out that conch every day and listen for the notice of a meeting.

Today he deliberately went out for a spin, and obviously felt that someone was following him, but he didn't deliberately look for it, and kept comforting himself in his heart, to get used to this kind of monitored life as soon as possible.

His previous profession was a martial arts instructor at a club, and all members of the club were able to learn martial arts from him, of course, by appointment. When he doesn't have clients, he doesn't have to stay at the club and can do something of his own.

When he was released by MI9, he went to the club to ask for leave, and the management, seeing that he looked embarrassed and weak, immediately granted him a leave of absence, let him go back to rest, and introduced him to several doctors, one of whom was a well-known surgeon who lived in the same block as him. But he could sense that the other side might already be thinking that he needed to hire a new martial arts coach.

Life still has to go on, so after adjusting his physical and mental condition, he returned to the club and went back to his old job.

In the evening, he returned home and, according to the newly developed habit of the past few days, first took out the conch and put it to his ear to listen.

A familiar voice came to mind.

What? Time out? That...... What about MI9?

Hearing the notice that the party was suspended, he suddenly felt a burst of unexplained relaxation, and then immediately turned to worry and a little panic.

If they can't find what they want through me, I won't be useful, so will they ......