After contacting the leader of the local transcendent organization, Yan Luge slipped into the street coffee shop that had not yet opened, made a cup of black coffee, and carefully and rigorously let Bailu crack the password of the cash register, and paid a sum of money after turning it on, which was used to buy coffee and the compensation for him to smash the door lock.

He sat by the window, sipping his coffee as he continued to study the golden scepter he had swindled.

…… After that, I still didn't figure out anything.

Those ancient runes, true or false, complete or missing, were too complicated, and they were densely stacked on top of each other, making it a headache to watch.

This is no better than the "Tower of Babel" of the Xize Empire - the "Tower of Babel" is a gift and inheritance left by the god-killers of the end of the law era to future generations, from the painted rune circle to the matching artificial mind, there is no idea of self-cherishment, and it welcomes future visitors with a development and friendly attitude.

But the Golden Scepter is different.

As the exclusive magic weapon of Su R VII, it has spent considerable effort on "preventing loss, theft and robbery", and has also attached a lot of exclusive designs related to spirits, so that the mentally imperfect deceased can use this magic weapon while ensuring that it will not fall into the hands of the enemy and make a wedding dress for others.

Just like the core code of a program itself is important, but outside of the core code, there may be more code that encrypts, protects, beautifies, and pays for functions than the core code itself.

In fact, this is what ancient magic weapons often look like.

After playing for a long time, Yanluge finally found a little trick and learned to adjust the brightness of the light on the basis of "making the ruby shine".

So, in the small roadside café, it was dim and dim for a while, and bright as day, so that the aunt who swept the street couldn't help but take a few more looks—but she only noticed the flickering lights, and she didn't pay attention to the words and songs sitting by the window.

In less than half an hour, Yan Luge stretched his waist, and at the same time felt the mobile phone in his pocket vibrate slightly, as if to remind him of something.

It's a white deer.

She was reminding him that the time was up and that he should go.

Before Sur VII's perception locked on him again, the song disappeared in place.

……

"Just now I photographed the 'Pharaoh' turning his head, and it seems to sense your general position." Bai Lu said in a high-frequency voice that ordinary people couldn't hear, "That's why I reminded you to leave quickly." ”

"Well, this time it's 29 minutes and 43 seconds." Yan Luge didn't look at the screen, but accurately reported the time accurate to the minute and second, "It's exactly the same as the last time." ”

Bailu Ji recorded: "This shows that its perception ability is quite stable. ”

"It's not a big problem." Yan Luge smacked and asked his personified AI, "Where is the nearest site?" I'll find a way to deal with the lightning marks on my body first and see if I can get rid of them.

"Don't say it, this thing hurts."

Bailu quickly reported an address: "D-S-R4 Safe House, Level 15 Logistics Configuration, located in the community of Etta Avenue No. 45. There's a large site a little further away with medical transcendents, and it's even more ......"

Yan Luge didn't mind at all: "No, just be there, it's enough." ”

About half an hour later, Yan Luge walked through the winding streets and walked into a residential apartment that looked ordinary on the outside.

It is indeed an ordinary residential apartment.

In the early morning, two gray-haired old men were moving downstairs in an apartment, a young man was running with his dog, and a couple who owned a breakfast shop had pulled open the roller shutters and set up a steaming boiler.

When Yanluge walked in, he didn't attract anyone's attention.

The Blackstone Institute has a presence in cities around the world, some overtly, in the name of documentary crews or distribution companies, and some in the shadows, dealing with things that are not quite legal or truly transcendent.

In addition to these large, congregated sites, there are many more secluded, small safe houses hidden in large cities and small towns.

These safe houses are maintained by special personnel, and only internal personnel have the right to apply for use, and can provide different degrees of avoidance, supply, liaison and other functions according to different levels of logistics configuration.

The perfect logistics support system ensures that the transcendents of the Blackstone Research Institute can avoid prying eyes and walk in this world like ghosts.

The D-S-R4 safe house, as a low-level safe house, is hidden in this seemingly ordinary apartment, and has welcomed its first user since its installation.

When Yan Luge arrived, the maintenance staff of the safe house had been notified in advance and was waiting at the door in a hurry.

Contrary to what most people think, the maintainers are not well-trained elite agents or social people in suits and sunglasses, but ordinary people.

Even a fool.

Fools in the literal sense of the word.

Standing at the door was a middle-aged silly man in his fifties, white and chubby, wearing a black T-shirt painted with a Q version of the little dinosaur, with slightly long hair fluffy, and a smile revealing a mouthful of neat white teeth, although he didn't look very smart, but his expression was very serious.

Yan Luge recalled the information that Bai Lu had sent him at a glance about the maintainer.

The man's name was Peel, his IQ was only 65, which is equivalent to a child of about 10 years old, and he was considered mild by medical standards to be mildly intellectually disabled, but he had sound limbs and a gentle personality, and could do some simple work after education and training.

Abandoned by his parents at an early age, he grew up in a public welfare home in the Nile Federation, where he learned the basic skills of cleaning and cooking. When he became an adult, the welfare institute applied for affordable housing for him and recommended him to work as much as he could, but due to his own constraints, he was unable to do every job for a long time.

After being displaced for half his life, this middle-aged silly man suddenly got a job sorting and cleaning vacant houses by chance - that is, the maintenance of safe houses.

This is ten years.

After all, this silly man is already an old employee of the Blackstone Research Institute.

When Yan Luge walked out of the elevator, he deliberately made a little movement, and the silly man noticed him and greeted him a little awkwardly.

He opened the Transcendent World APP, handed the mobile phone showing the verification interface to Yan Luge, and said in a not very clear voice: "Verification, verification." ”

The users of the safe house generally do not know each other with the maintenance staff, so there are many ways to verify their identity, generally open their own APP and scan a code, or they can use their work card to swipe the card, enter the identification key, etc.

But Yan Luge just looked at it and did nothing.

The verification interface on the stupid man's mobile phone has automatically jumped, showing the green interface of "verification passed" - the permission dog with Bailu to help the background operation is capricious.

The silly man seemed a little surprised.

But his education and training told him that as long as the verification was passed on his phone, he should let the person in front of him into the house.

So he scratched his head, took a step back, and handed the key to the house to Yan Luge: "This is the key, the key." ”

Yan Luge took it and nodded politely: "Thank you." ”

The silly man didn't leave immediately, but continued to ask with a smile: "Still, what else, do you command?" ”

Yan Luge opened the door with the key, and turned his head slightly when he heard this: "Don't come in to clean today, and don't let anyone in."

"I'll be leaving soon.

"Tomorrow you can get back to work."

The silly man blinked.

His expression told Yan Yuge that he didn't understand.

Although people with mild intellectual disabilities can communicate in daily language, their comprehension and use of language are poor, and it is a challenge for them to understand sentences that are too long.

Yan Lu Ge showed excellent patience at this moment.

He pointed to the door, pointed to the silly man, waved his hand again, slowed down his speech, and said, "Today, neither you nor anyone else can come in." ”

The silly man understood this time, and nodded vigorously.

When the door was closed, Yan Luge saw a silly man with a broom from nowhere, holding it in his hand like a sword, standing at the door, staring at the corridor with fierce eyes, like a door god.

(End of chapter)