"You entered through a magic teleportation array, how many magic source crystals will it cost, but I don't think you look very rich, young man! If you lie, you have to look forward and backward, otherwise it will be difficult to go back! ”

Big A smiled lightly, as if he was full of anticipation for the other party's upcoming answer.

"This... Your Excellency, about the Demon Source Crystal, I said that I have a mine at home, and you definitely don't believe it. I'm actually commissioned by the Donglin Imperial Family to investigate the matter of the mechanical monk, how about this excuse? ”

Fang Mo stared at Mr. Da A very seriously and asked seriously.

"More nonsense! Straight to you to eat sticks! ”

SS01 on the side couldn't stand it, and it was simply insulting the inquirer's IQ to his face.

Big A stepped in to stop him: "S!Don't be impulsive! Let the family finish making it up. ”

"Thanks! Next, you should ask me to show some evidence of my royal status, which is a pity! My evidence is all destroyed by DL and AL, so... Your Excellency, you can only judge directly with your own professional experience. ”

Fang Mo frowned and threw back the right to ask.

"Alright! These are irrelevant, about the Order of the Monks ... What did you find? Big A said, took out a "magic energy" big revolver with a capacity of ten rounds, and handed it to SS01.

"It's long overdue to deal with this kind of flamboyant person!"

SS01 lifted the big revolver and aimed it at Fang Mo's head.

"How many bullets are there, please?" Fang Mo asked indifferently, not taking the big revolver to heart at all.

"Nine rounds! I think your luck should always be good, so today we're going to try your luck with the Magic Revolver. I'll ask three more questions, and every time you answer, Mr. S will shoot you. If we're lucky enough to miss three shots, then we can work together, and I like to work with scammers who are so lucky. If you're unlucky, I'll collect your body too. ”

Big A stared at Fang Mo with interest, and a trace of excitement leaked from his eyes.

"Cooperation? I have to think about it, I don't think you guys are very smart, I won't partner with him, right? Fang Mo glanced at S Jun and said indifferently.

"Huh! The gun is in his hand, you have such a big guts! I'll change the wording, I like to work with daring and lucky scammers. ”

Big A waved his right hand and snapped! Mr. S pulled the trigger directly.

"Holy!"

Fang Mo squeezed his eyebrows and said solemnly: "Isn't it three questions and three shots?" Why didn't you start without asking? ”

S Jun put his left index finger on the wheel, flicked it fiercely and said with a smile: "If you are lucky, you are not bad for this shot." ”

"Name!"

Da A sat down again, his pale blue eyes shining with pure magical ability, staring straight at Fang Mo and asking the first question.

"The Wind Blows!"

Since he was officially recognized as a liar, there could not be a single truth in these three questions, and Fang answered it neatly.

And S Jun also pulled the trigger very neatly, and he pulled the trigger fiercely, and there was a muffled snort in his mouth, clearly hoping that a bullet would erupt from the barrel, which was a response to the ridicule just now.

Syllable!

Empty ring!

S Jun looked incredulous, and directly moved the wheel, checking that there were no problems, and the nine magic energy bullets that emitted a faint blue light were intact.

"This S-kun, you don't have to stick the muzzle of your gun to my head, it's okay to keep a little distance between them, I suspect that the next shot, you will pierce my head with the barrel."

After checking the firearm, S Jun directly slammed the barrel of the gun towards Fang Mo's head. caused Fang Mo to complain.

"Second question! What are your strengths? ”

This question is also irrelevant, it seems that Big A just wants to see Mr. S shoot, and Mr. S is waiting to shoot.

Fang Mo thought about it for a while and replied directly: "My strength is... Like S Jun, one foot at a time, oh! I mean a kick that can kick it into an idiot, but smarter than it is now. ”

Syllable!

S Jun's gun was somewhat personal, and when he pulled the trigger, the barrel poked out at the same time.

But it didn't sound!

Big A and S Jun widened their eyes at the same time, and once again with an incredible gaze, they kept scanning Fang Mo.

"Ahem! What clues do you have about the Mechanical Monk? Big A didn't hesitate to ask the third question.

Fang Mo glanced at S Jun and said with a smile: "The only clue was lost by two idiot guards, and I blindly guessed that those two guards were some idiot's informant." ”

Jun S's very angry right hand shook, and he directly pulled the trigger again, and his eyes continued to shine with blue arcs.

Syllable!

The gun went off!

But the heavy sound of the magic bullet came to an abrupt halt in the barrel.

The bullet got stuck in the barrel?

Jun S stared at Fang Mo incredulously and said, "What the hell are you doing?" ”

Fang Mo spread his hands and said: "A bye is nothing at all, no bye!" If the warhead is stuck, it is the luck that bursts. ”

Da A nodded slightly, and said in a naturally sounding intelligent voice: "Are you interested in cooperating with us?" Of course, if you're not interested, we're going to put you to death right now. If you're interested, Mr. S is your partner. We are very open and you are free to choose. ”

Fang Mo didn't reply yet.

Mr. S took out an electromagnetic ring and put it over.

"To put it around your neck? I refuse! ”

Fang Mo stretched out his right hand and took the magnetic ring directly, and before he could see what was going on, it burrowed directly into his skin.

"Look! It's the same everywhere, it's a miniature electron parasite, don't play tricks. ”

Mr. S was very excited, because he finally got his wish and became a member of the "task force", where the salary, salary and resource tilt are much better than those of the urban order patrol, but it is still far from the "electric magic".

It needs to save at least five years' salary to be eligible for core conversion, which means that it needs to accumulate about 35 intermediate magic source crystals.

At the same time, S Jun was also very frustrated, and the first partner who entered the task force turned out to be an unidentified human being, and he was also a liar.

Fang Mo himself is also very interested in the Monk Order, according to the clues provided by Master Green, the Mechanical Wings are not the birthplace of the Monk Order, because in an earlier historical period, there were traces of the Monk Order in the Burning Sun Empire, but it is impossible to determine the specific time, at least it is older than the history of the Mechanical Wings.

Matisse walked out of the inquiry room, saw Fang Mo and said, "We don't have much time. ”

Fang Mo nodded and said, "Then do it again." ”

"What are you talking about?" Jun S walked up to Fang Mo and returned the musket.

"I'm your partner now, you have to take care of accommodation, food, daily expenses, where is your home?!" Fang Mo took the musket, put on a black trench coat, glanced at S Jun, and said a string of requests.

"My family? Hehe! Come with me! ”

Mr. S walked out of the police station, came to a public charging hall, and hung himself directly on the charging port.

Fang Mo glanced at S Jun deeply, turned around helplessly, and walked towards the nearby hotel.

Both of them had microparasitic devices implanted in their bodies, and after several attempts, Fang Mo found that it was impossible to remove them, at least with his current ability, it was very difficult to remove them.

This is not very good, and many things are inconvenient to do under close surveillance.

After the two opened a room in a hotel near the police station, they lay down directly for a week, and S Jun finally couldn't help it, came to the hotel and knocked on Fang Mo's door.

"Why haven't you acted?" There was some impatience in S-kun's tone.

"We are allergic to miniature parasitizers and want to sleep right now." Fang Mo lay on the bed, fiddling with a dilapidated computer that he didn't know where he got it.

"I can turn it off for you for a while, but when necessary, I'll turn it on! Can I start working now? ”

Mr. S seems to have made a compromise because he has just joined the task force and needs to make some achievements to satisfy Mr. Big A.

"Alright! Let's go to the murder scene! ”

Fang Mo dropped the computer, got up slowly, and said, It's been a week, and S Jun must have been there more than once, and then he didn't find it until he found it.

The Mechanical Monk Order, which even Big A can't handle, is a bit of a joke to let a chick investigate, but fortunately, S-kun is not really stupid, it realizes that it must trust Big A's judgment, and even though the human in front of it is very annoying, it has to make compromises.

Mr. S would go to the scene of the murder almost every day, but he still didn't find anything, and he only discovered at this moment that some things could not be done by hard work.

"How many times have you been? Didn't find anything? ”

Fang Mo directly poked S Jun's sensitive point, but it immediately shook its head and said, "I didn't go much either." ”

"Oh! Then go and see it together! ”

Fang Mo walked out of the hotel and got into the newly evolved dilapidated antique police car of the Mechanical Wings.

The three of them arrived together at the door of Howell's bar.

The two gatekeepers really saluted when they saw S Jun.

Al may not have recovered from Fang Mo's kick, and when he saw Fang Mo following behind S Jun, he instinctively shrank back.

"I think the bar should be open as it should, and it's counterproductive for you to do that." Fang Mo glanced at the warning bar at the door of the bar and suggested.

"Normal business will only destroy the crime scene." Mr. S replied very professionally.

Fang Mo smiled: "A worthless crime scene, you seal it still has no value." I don't think I need to go in and see it, Mr. Howell is committing suicide! To be precise, "Suicide!" ", so there won't be any clues here."

Hearing Fang Mo say this, S Jun actually breathed a sigh of relief, it seemed that it was not stupid, it was really no clue, so he asked, "Then unseal?" ”

"Unblock! Investigate what he likes to eat, drink, where he likes to go, what he sees... niu？ … Person! ”

Fang Mo put down the next sentence and got back into the car, and Mattis was also confused, and he couldn't help with this basic information.

"And! Don't let these two idiots get involved! ”

Fang Mo stuck his head out of the car and finally gave a sentence.

Mr. S nodded and said, "Where are you going?" ”

"Fangs Library! You'll be able to arrange your work and come over in a moment! ”

Fang Mo searched all the libraries on the computer, and only the Jianya Library had been open for the longest time and was the largest.

In this chaotic era, libraries are an anachronistic existence, especially in a country like Mechanical Wings, where they can have as many libraries in their heads.

It's about half an hour's drive, but the dilapidated cars here are too slow.

"Hello! Please show your membership card! ”

At the door, there was a third-level low-end version of the intelligent machine, wearing a set of polite red college uniforms, but carrying a machine gun in his right hand, a very strange match.

"Can I do it now?"

Fang Mo was really afraid of encountering a smart machine like Al again!

"Absolutely! All you need is fingerprint verification and you're good to go. ”

The third-level low-level version of the smart machine number D replied very politely, but the black hole of the machine gun made it feel that its politeness was extremely hypocritical.

Fang Mo walked into the library, walked towards the director's room without hesitation, passing by to read, there are really people here who only read the books of sages.

The curator's office was at the end of the hallway, and Fang Mo pushed the door open to enter, which was a bit rude, but Matisse's crimson moon ornament told him that there was something wrong with the curator.

Sure enough, yes.

The door suddenly opened, and the old curator was suddenly stunned, and there were six young human women crawling in front of him.

They were all great magicians.

They looked up at the same time, scanning the two uninvited guests with hostile expression.

"Who are you? So rude? ”

The old curator's lips squirmed slightly, as if he was talking to Fang Mo in ventriloquism.

"What we are talking about is not convenient for them to listen to."

Fang Mo was very strong, and the musket had already pressed against the old curator's head.

Several great magicians saw the old curator waving his hand and left the curator's room indignantly.

Some people died, but not completely......