Sitting in the old chair creaking in a cheap hotel, Douglas pinched the banknote with mixed feelings.

It was an insurance policy he had given himself before meeting Friedman.

After all, this is a world of extraordinary abilities. Combined with the memories of the original owner, it is difficult for Douglas not to consider, since there is a wall penetration, why can't there be brainwashing? Hypnosis? Psychological suggestion?

Although he was not sure that he could resist this extraordinary ability, he couldn't help but prepare, not afraid of ten thousand, just in case it was right?

Therefore, he wrote down the two points that were important to him in the whole negotiation on the banknotes that he would not throw away voluntarily no matter what circumstances, and he would definitely take them out for use.

Of course, if the other party can read his mind and hypnotize him to confess all his plans, Douglas can only admit it. This simple measure is simply a matter of doing one's best to obey the destiny of God.

Fortunately, Destiny seems to be kind to him.

After a brief review of the conversation with Friedman, Douglass was eager to go back in time to smack himself a big mouth an hour ago.

"The first few sentences are still human words, and the rest is nonsense...... I'm identifying with the size again......"

"Easily handing over the entrusted items will deprive me of the only use value, no matter what the plan, no matter what the outcome of the negotiation, I should stick to this bottom line, let the other party understand that the only way to get the items back is to protect me......"

"If the other side refuses to cooperate, I should consider how to bring in official forces to solve the ......"

"I only listened to a few words...... This, this should be the extraordinary ability of the other party? Which path is this? ”

"Well, it's weaker than I thought it would be brainwashing...... It's not that it directly changes my mind, it's more akin to inducement, it needs to be constantly foreshadowed by language, and it can't be too detached from reality, and at the same time, it's not hidden, and it only needs an external reminder to break the ......"

"Fortunately, it's not the kind of unreasonable coercion...... Damn, if he doesn't find out, is he going to kill me directly after getting something? So should I take him according to the 'plan'? What happens if I don't go? ”

"If I miss this time, I probably won't have the opportunity to work with Friedman in the future, I'm a real belly enemy...... Uh, it should be true that the goods said that they would borrow official forces to contain the Aurora Society, then, then I just don't please the three sides? ”

“…… Damn, is it too late to take something to Aurora now to join the Aurora? ”

Douglas took a deep breath and tried to calm himself down, endured and endured, and finally slammed his fist on the table as if in anger, almost smashing the wooden furniture far beyond its useful life to the shelf.

He was starting to feel tired.

What did I do in my last life to face this life-and-death choice after crossing over? He stared out the window at the gradually darkening sky, thinking a little divergently. Is this a ghost's providence? Otherwise, try to lie flat and find out if you will wear it back directly after you die?

…… Pray to Mother Earth Goddess later, and give me a painless death?

Just as he was in his trance, a dark shadow suddenly appeared in his sight, obscuring the last rays of the sun and startling Douglas.

When I looked closely, I realized that it was just a ...... that landed outside the convex belly window Bat?

Bats again? Douglas stood up close to the window, and habitually complained in his heart: Could this flying rat be the mascot of Beckland? People fly white pigeons in the city, why do you fly this thing here? There are no activities to exterminate the four evils in the other world?

He curled his knuckles and knocked on the glass in an attempt to scare the other person away. The bat hung upside down from the metal window railing, looking like a familiar man, tilting its head to look at him.

Douglas stared at it expressionlessly for a moment, then took a step back and closed the curtain decisively.

His chaotic thoughts were interrupted by this little episode, and because of the bat, Douglas naturally remembered the little girl Veretti, who was alone in the inn waiting for the matter to be over.

She didn't know anything, she just looked forward to him finishing his mission early and the two of them going home together.

This feeling of suddenly discovering that I had someone to worry about and a home to come home silently flowed through my heart, diluting the negative thoughts that originally occupied my mind.

Douglas stood there with a struggling expression, and suddenly wanted to smile bitterly.

I can ridicule life and death when I have nothing, but I don't have the courage to live up to the expectations of others...... Even if the object of her expectations is not "me".

He calmed down, sat back down at his desk, and continued to think about a possible turnaround with his chin in his hands.

About ten minutes later, Douglas went to the front desk to get the inn's paper and pen, exchanged the ten soles of paper for change, sat in the lobby and quickly finished writing four letters with slightly different contents, drying the ink and loading them one by one.

Then he went out into the street, and stopped four coachmen, each with three sures, and told them to deliver the letter at once to the Harvest Chapel of the Church of Mother Earth God and, more recently, to the Church of Night, Storm, and Steam.

"I'm an informant for the Night/Storm/Steam Church." Douglas opened his eyes to each coachman and said, "It contains important information, which must be delivered immediately to the bishop on duty." ”

In a world where people generally believe in a certain god, this is still quite bluffing. Besides, there was money to be made, and the coachmen set off with whips.

"Alright." Douglas stood on the side of the street and watched the passers-by come and go, and whispered to himself, "Now that the chips are on the table, let's gamble on them!" ”

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"It's down here." He pointed with great certainty to the heavy manhole cover embedded in the ground.

"Below?" Friedman frowned. The murky air and filthy conditions of the East End made the gentleman a little uncomfortable.

Douglas nodded affirmatively and explained, "There's a section of sewer pipe down here that has collapsed and no one has been repairing it, creating a semi-enclosed space. Well, you wait here for a while, I'll go get the stuff. ”

As he spoke, he pulled out the prepared crowbar from behind him and pried the manhole cover open. A stench of sour and rotten smell rushed over him, and Friedman immediately took two steps back, covered his mouth and nose, and said in a deep voice, "Hurry up, I'll keep watch for you." ”

"Okay." Douglas nodded casually, jumped off with his hands on the ground, and Friedman, listening to the echoing footsteps, quietly drew his revolver, pointed it at the wellhead, and snapped his fingers vigilantly on the plate.

"Friedman?" A muffled voice came from below, "I'll throw things on it first, or I won't be able to climb the ladder." Pick it up! ”

As he spoke, a wooden box no bigger than a cigarette box was thrown out, and if it weren't for the potion that gave Friedman much sharper than normal vision, he would have barely been able to make out the outline of the box in the dark.

Catching the box without danger, Friedman stepped back further, watching Douglas climb out of the sewers and restore the manhole cover, the muzzle of the revolver pointed at the back of the night all the time.

"I didn't feel the fluctuations of extraordinary power." He frowned and whispered.

Douglas seemed to think back: "Look at the words engraved on the box. ”

"Lettering?" Friedman confirmed by touch that there were indeed irregular dents on the lid.

"'Open, touch.'" The bounty hunter replied with a smile, "I guess those two words, well, Thomson gave them to me when I gave them, and I guess they were the way to use the items." I didn't have time to open it. ”

Friedman hesitated for a few seconds, but slowly walked to the lighted place, always facing Douglas sideways. The latter didn't notice anything wrong, walked in the front position, constantly looked left and right, seemed to be wary of the surroundings, and said in a complaining tone: "You open it and inspect the goods, and we can proceed to the next step." I'm sick of hiding here. ”

Well, it seems that the effect of "distortion" is still maintained...... Friedman quickly confirmed in the dim light that the handwriting on the lid was indeed "open" and "touched", and when he opened the lid, he saw a plain, eyeball-sized badge lying inside, with symbols of fate and secrecy painted on the front.

Friedman's spiritual instincts began to buzz. He took a deep breath and reached out a little nervously to touch the badge.

At this moment, information about the seal flooded into his mind.

"Seal No. 2-061, 'Stealer's Badge'."

"Effect: When the Spreading Spirit covers the emblem, it can be used to steal abstract concepts such as extraordinary abilities, memories, or distance from others. Seals store stolen items and randomly release previously stolen items on the next steal. ”

"Negative effects: 1. When using the seal, the user himself will also be randomly stolen from extraordinary abilities or some abstract things, such as memories or lives; 2. Anyone who comes into contact with it, whether it is protected or not, will gradually steal its life; 3. The seal has a certain living characteristic, and after being used many times, the living characteristic gradually increases, and it will begin to try to parasitize the user; 4. After disengagement, the user will gradually forget the specific information about the seal, just as the memory is stolen, and the written record of the seal itself will gradually disappear. ”

"Sealing Method: Avoid contact and use, and ensure that there are no parasitic objects in its vicinity as much as possible. Keep a record of what the seal has stolen as much as possible. Written records relating to seals are updated every ten days. ”

Friedman shuddered, immediately retracted his spirit, and removed his fingers.

At the same time, he was keenly aware that his memory of the information about the seal "2-061" was fading little by little, and that in just five minutes, he would forget that he had ever touched it and understood it.

This...... It's a "Level 2" seal! Friedman no longer had any doubts and was convinced that this was what the organization needed.

"How?" Douglas asked with interest when he saw his face change.

"No problem." Friedman nodded calmly, closed the box, and put it in his pocket after sealing it with a spiritual wall to be on the safe side. The thing has arrived, and his attention is immediately focused on how to get out next, and he took the initiative to walk towards Douglas with a smile and stretched out his hand to the other party, "Now that the thing is in my hands, you will no longer be the target of their pursuit." I'll leave for the nearest church at once, and I'll leave it to you. ”

Douglas took his hand and looked like relieved: "Okay, I can finally get rid of it." ”

Friedman watched with satisfaction as he turned away, unsuspectingly exposing his back to himself. He has just activated his ability to take advantage of the fact that "he caused trouble because of the entrusted item" to once again "distort" the other party's mind, making Douglas think that "losing the entrusted item will solve the problem", deepening his trust in the plan.

Next, he will be the first to rush to the so-called "lure the enemy" location of Douglas's own choice, and mercifully send the other party on his way.

Everything was planned.

Very good. Douglas stared ahead and walked away quickly, but the corners of his mouth slowly hooked.

The first thing he had to bet on was whether Friedman would do it directly after getting his hands on it. Now, he's winning the bet.

"As a member of a covert organization, he should be like me, unwilling to be exposed to the official gaze, unwilling to provoke the Aurora Society......"

"So, instead of killing me directly, he's more likely to use me to divert the attention of those two parties, so that he can get out without attracting attention!"

Of course, surrendering to the Aurora Club is another option. But having come over in advance to confirm the horror of this extraordinary object, coupled with the memory influence of the original owner, Douglas felt that it was better to bet on Friedman's IQ than on the madness of the Aurora Society.

The next step for him is to gamble on his luck.

In order to interfere with Friedman's follow-up actions and squeeze the other party here, Douglas wrote four letters of complaint without stopping, trying to include several neighborhoods in the scope of the official investigation. And he himself found a few homeless people to bring a message to One-Eyed Fude, and took the initiative to leak his whereabouts tonight, preparing to summon the Aurora Society.

What you want is chaos! Mess up! So all I have to do is compete with Friedman!

He turned the corner as he thought, and his steps stiffened for a moment.

After seeing the figure standing in the middle of the road in front of him, Douglas's spiritual instincts suddenly exploded, clanging and pounding in his mind.

The visitor was a young gentleman, long and well-dressed, out of step with the squalid streets of the East End. He held a piece of paper in his hand, and seemed to be reading sentence by sentence, and only when he heard footsteps did he raise a pair of scarlet eyes and look at Douglas with interest.

Douglas didn't hesitate, turned around and ran.