Fang Mo glanced back at the dormitory manager and thought to himself, "Why is the administrator of the boys' dormitory building an aunt?" ”

“3089！”

Fang Mo muttered softly and knocked on the dormitory door.

"Who are you looking for?" A thin boy with a quiet temperament asked, holding his eyes.

"I'll report!"

As soon as Fang Mo said the four words, he heard a loud bang inside the dormitory, and a big face came to the door.

"Huh? Repairman brother? ”

"Pula?" Fang Mo saw that Pu Sen squeezed hard, squeezing the thin young man aside, and the huge body, which was even bigger than Su Wei, directly sealed the door.

"Ivan! Make your bed! Pula enthusiastically took Fang Mo's bag and shouted behind her.

"Why are there only two of you?" Fang Mo walked into the dormitory and found that the room was full of various books.

"My name is Ivan." The thin boy just now stretched out his right hand shyly, and he was still worried about a thick book in his left hand.

"Please take care of me in the future." Fang Mo also stretched out his right hand very politely.

Drip!

Fang Mo's watch rang.

"Both! You guys get busy first, I have a list! ”

Fang Mo actually came today to recognize the door, in contrast, he still prefers to live in Martin's park.

It's still Dean Small's list.

Fang Mo did not ring the doorbell this time, but directly pushed the door in.

A middle-aged man in a black trench coat and a tall top hat is sitting in the living room.

The middle-aged man's eyes flickered a few times, and he stared at Fang Mo with some disappointment: "Dean Small, you can't be talking about him, right?" I'm a little reassured about being so young. ”

Small, who was sitting on the side, smiled lightly: "Sheriff Mattis, when did you learn to judge people by their appearance?" ”

Matisse pressed his top hat, looked at Fang Mo's gaze sharper, and then shook his head and said, "Dean Small, of course I don't worry about the person you recommend, but this matter is very important, and I don't dare to be sloppy in the slightest." ”

"I know! However, Professor Pusen only has some research on electronic lifeforms, but he may not be able to identify them, and this little friend has killed a heretic runaway with his own hands. Small said seriously.

Matisse shook his head helplessly and said: "In the past, I didn't believe that such a thing existed, but now I have to believe it, and there is no way to believe it, so I have to turn to your Transcendent Academy for help." ”

"It's easy to say, but this reward is not less." Small glanced at Fang Mo and said unceremoniously to Matisse.

"Don't worry, there is no shortage of star crystals in the royal family, as long as things are done properly!" Matisse nodded and said the pay was fine.

Small turned to Fang Mo and said, "This is Officer Matisse!" You can go with him in a while, 100 points a day, and 55 points for you and the academy. ”

Fang Mo had already heard that there were star crystals and points, and Fang Mo immediately nodded and said, "Just according to Officer Matisse's orders." ”

"Okay!" Matisse got up helplessly, as if he was still not very optimistic about Fang Mo, after all, he was too young.

"Officer Mattis! Can you briefly describe my mission? Fang Mo followed Matisse to board the spaceship and asked cautiously.

Matisse let out a sigh of relief and said, "This is not in a hurry, how long have you been in the Transcendent Academy?" ”

"Just reported today!" Fang Mo replied truthfully.

Matisse's eyes widened immediately, and he put on a deceived appearance and said, "Small, this old fox! ”

Fang Mo immediately smiled again: "Before the report, I followed Mentor Martin as a repairman. ”

When Matisse heard the words Martin, his emotions immediately calmed down again, and there was a look of reverence in his eyes, and he said, "Okay! For Martin's sake, I'll be patient for a while. ”

Matisse took Fang Mo to a very remote location in the North End of Atlantis.

"Galaxy Detective Agency!" Fang Mo's eyelids jumped, and he thought, "This firm's tone is quite big. ”

Bang bang!

Matisse knocked heavily on the firm's door.

Suddenly.

A strong scorching smell poured out from behind the door.

Fang Mo flew up directly, kicked the door of the office away, and rushed in directly.

Matisse looked dumbfounded, nodded in satisfaction, and followed up the room.

Only a charred corpse remained in the office, and almost all the materials were incinerated.

"Officer Mattis! Who is this? ”

"I was also sick and rushed to the doctor, found a spirit detective, and I was burned. Ay! ”

Fang Mo picked up a half-burned business card from the floor, and the name on it was still clearly visible: Johnson!

"Check it out and see what else is available, take it all!" Mattis circled around Johnson's charred body and said.

Fang Mo nodded and said, "Okay!" Officer Matisse! ”

The entire detective agency was turned upside down by Fang Mo and found nothing.

Before leaving.

One for the table legs,

A palm-sized notebook entered Fang Mo's field of vision.

Notebook brown yellow,

If you don't look carefully, you can't tell the difference between it and the table legs.

Maybe it's so secretive that it hasn't been discovered.

"What did you find?" Matisse asked when he saw Fang Mo coming out of the door and threw away the cigarette butt in his hand.

Fang Mo handed the notebook to Matisse.

Matisse flipped through it a few times, and then threw it to Fang Mo.

There is a small chain on the notebook that locks the end of the cover together.

"Do your research! Let's go to the Slavic Prince's Palace! ”

Matisse said as he lit another cigarette.

They walked to the entrance of the alley and were confronted by several uniformed policemen.

Matisse motioned to them to take care of the scene.

After a few policemen nodded slightly, they hurried to the detective office.

When the two came to the gate of the Slavic prince's palace, an old butler seemed to have been waiting for a long time.

"Officer Mattis! The old prince is seriously ill again! ”

Matisse nodded slightly, motioning for Fang Mo to follow closely.

A few minutes later,

Matisse led Fang Mo to a sickbed,

An old man with a gray beard lay on his bed and was dying.

Fang Mo's eyes flickered a few times,

At a glance, it can be seen that the old man is parasitized by both electronic life forms and conscious parasites.

And there was a black gas in the center of his eyebrows, which even Fang Mo couldn't see.

Fang Mo, of course, understood what Matisse meant,

Ordinary transcendents simply can't spot this.

Matisse came to the Transcendental Academy to find someone who could "see".

Fang Mo ran the Star Attraction Technique, and smashed a ball of white light into the center of the old man's eyebrows, no matter what, he had to imprison this unknown black qi first.

But the unexpected came along.

Bai Mang was violently attacked by the black qi.

Burst!

The old prince directly squirted a large mouthful of freshness, and then completely fainted.

The housekeeper on the side hurriedly stepped forward to clean up.

Matisse frowned deeply and didn't say anything for the time being.

The old prince reacted, indicating that Fang Mo's method was still the right way.

Fang Mo calmed down, and another ball of white mangs hit the old prince's body.

The black qi was finally completely imprisoned.

Fang Mo only felt the notebook in his pocket vibrate, and then regained his composure.

"Looks like this notebook is interesting!"

Fang Mo muttered to himself and continued to concentrate on the old prince.

Star Attraction is constantly running.

Fang Mo swept a soft wave of consciousness energy into the old prince's body.

The consciousness energy was mixed with the parasitic consciousness energy that Fang Mo had just refined.

The two began to tear apart like crazy.

Fang Mo's brows were instantly covered with fine beads of sweat.

It wasn't until two hours later that the parasitic consciousness energy in the old prince's body was finally completely removed.

Fang Mo sat directly on the sofa, his right hand tightly gripping the pupil of Kronos.

"Don't kill them all, or Johnson will be your end. A voice suddenly sounded in Fang Mo's sea of consciousness, he was sure that it was not His Excellency Perfect.

Fang Mo suddenly remembered Johnson's notebook, and touched it in his pocket with his left hand, but the notebook disappeared inexplicably.

Smack!

Fang Mo did not hesitate to open the pupil of Kronos.

He doesn't like to be threatened.

Time began to slow down, and Matisse seemed unaware of it, still maintaining a fixed smoking motion.

But the smoke that swirled around his fingertips seemed to have stopped.

Fang Mo raised the pupil of Kronos and threw it forward, and a subtle stream of electrons was sucked into the dial.

Whew!

After some violent shaking, the dial finally regained its calm.

Smack!

Kronos' pupil was closed by Fang Mo.

Matisse reached out and flicked the soot down, seemingly unaffected.

But Fang Mo suddenly got up, walked out of the old prince's room, and then walked in again.

The old butler stared at Fang Mo suspiciously, not knowing what this young man was doing.

This is the 11th dimension of critical event recovery.

Fang Mo just felt that the moment he stepped into the door of the old prince's house was a recent key event.

"The old prince is awake!" The old butler suddenly shouted excitedly.

Matisse's eyes suddenly lit up, and then he glanced at Fang Mo with satisfaction.

"Wait! Don't even come close! ”

Fang Mo stopped the old butler from continuing to approach, because there was one last step.

The black mist on the old prince's brow was the culprit.

Fang Mo shot out another cloud of white light, and continued to stabilize the black mist.

suddenly found that Johnson's notebook suddenly appeared out of thin air,

An eye suddenly appeared on the title page of the notebook and swallowed the black gas.

It was just for a moment, so no one saw it.

The old prince's complexion suddenly turned ruddy.

"Small really didn't lie to me, boy, let's go!" Matisse motioned to the old butler to take care of the prince, and then left with Fang Mo.

"How did you do that?" Matisse asked curiously as soon as he left the door.

Fang Mo didn't know how to answer.

"Of course! These involve your secrets, and it's okay if you don't want to talk about it! But you have to sign this agreement, and then you can officially get to work! Matisse handed a bag of papers to Fang Mo.

Fang Mo took the document bag, read it carefully, and then signed it without any words.

"Refreshing! You're not afraid of the high discount rate of the Inquisition? Matisse glanced at the file and asked casually.

"Of course I'm afraid, but I prefer a salary of 20 star crystals a month." Fang Mo said bluntly.

In fact, what Fang Mo really values is that the Heresy Investigation Bureau has almost no upper limit on its investigative authority.