As the armored vehicle activated, in a tremor that was almost imperceptible, Fran finally finished scanning the thick paper.

"Combat test?" Fran was puzzled.

Sato shrugged, "The people up there have a whim. However, the precision gear side is still quite interested. There are already people betting on the intranet site on how long you can hold out. Otherwise, how long can you last, and our brothers will make a lot of money. Recently, the research funds allocated to me from above have been getting less and less. ”

Fran didn't answer. Sarto's most recent research project is Semi-Psychic Resonance, which in layman's terms allows knights to manipulate their out-of-body armor by means of telecommunications without wearing armor.

At first glance, it sounds great, but the limitations of this technology are too great, not to mention the need for a spiritual resonance rate of more than 70%, and the armor and knight must not be too far apart.

Sometimes, Fran even thinks it's very enlightened that precision gears can keep this kind of project going...... And...... Rich......

"Who is the specific task?" Fran asked, softly.

Sato shook his head, "I only know that it is a group of illegal cultists, and the specific thing is that the Inquisition Bureau is staring at it." ”

It didn't take long for the armored vehicle to shudder and then stop moving.

The automatic door slid open silently, and Moxiso, wearing that pale mask, stood quietly outside the car.

Fran nodded and said hello, "Good afternoon, Mr. Moxiso." ”

"Good afternoon, I'm sorry to disturb you young people." Moxiso nodded, "Come with me, it's going to be a while before the mission begins." ”

Fran got out of the car, and Sato got out with the black tablet in his hand and followed Fran out of the car.

It appears to be one of the abandoned factories on the outskirts of Orin. Low, low-rise buildings with broken windows stand silently around the vehicle, moss-covered walls, often flashed by red laser anchors. Several Seraphic armors on standby stood silently at various traffic points. White mist slowly erupts from the heat vents at the joints.

The white mist slowly dissipated into the silence of the park. The wind blew through the broken windows, screaming one after another.

Moxiso motioned for Fran to follow, then turned and entered a small, intact-looking building.

The small building once appeared to be an exhibition hall, with discarded display cases and various plastic models being rudely pushed into the corners. The hall was already filled with wires and screens.

Researchers in white research coats weave between screens. Between the thick cables of the baby's wrist, the white clothes are faintly moving, and there is a sense of fantasy.

In the open space surrounded by screens, there is a set of broken sofas that have obviously come out of nowhere, and an equally dilapidated coffee table.

Morgan sat on a couch that didn't look very comfortable and nodded to Fran, and was about to say something, but was interrupted by a hearty laugh.

"Long time no see, little one."

Fran leaned over and bowed.

"Long time no see, Mr. Mosin."

Moxiso walked up to Morgan and kicked him mercilessly, leaving a few clear footprints on his brand-new black combat suit. Morgan rolled his eyes, but still made way for the snarky guy to take his place.

The bearded man in a military uniform with a broken sword badge pinned to his chest laughed, stood up from a separate chair, and patted Fran on the shoulder with a pair of large hands.

"Little one, there are a lot of people in the family watching you today, behave well."

Fran nodded and replied respectfully.

"Yes"

Mosin slammed his mouth, waved his hand, and threw his wall-like body back onto the single couch.

"It's not refreshing, why do you always look like this...... Shanshan is polite. ”

Morgan scoffed, "I'm semi-literate and I know that idiom is polite." Also Shanshan, why aren't you late? ”

Mosin's eyes widened, "Old thing, what are you talking about!" How dare you say it! ”

Morgan sneered, "I'll say it if you let me say it?" ”

Thinking about it, Mo Xin, who was stupid, blushed, but he couldn't refute it, but he had the intention to let this guy see what the iron fist of love was, but looking at the gray-haired Morgan, he was always afraid of what to do if the old guy couldn't get up after a punch.

What's more, it doesn't matter if he dares to do it today, those old guys in the family can hang him up and take turns to smoke.

Moxiso gestured to the empty chair next to him and gestured to Fran. Fran sat down in his chair and watched Morgan and Mosin arguing with red faces. Well, to be exact, it was Mosin who was unilaterally ridiculed by Morgan.

The glass door of the exhibition hall was pushed open, and a teenager entered the door with a document in his arms, accompanied by the wind and sand.

When Fran heard the prestige, he was a little surprised, he actually lived under the same roof, but because of the two people's schedules, he hadn't seen Posen for a long time.

Poison also saw Fran who was sitting upright, and he nodded at Fran without saying anything more.

He respectfully handed the Chinese document to Moxiso, and bowed at the same time, "Mr. Moxiso, this is the information that the teacher asked me to hand over to you." ”

Moxiso nodded, and didn't open the information in his hand, just handed it to Fran casually, "Let's look through it, although it's useless, it's better than wasting time watching two stupid bears quarrel, at least it's a waste of time in self-emotion." ”

Mosin didn't care about being scolded by Moxiso for being a stupid bear. If only Moxiso could conjure a new Seraphic Angel in a new plane war in a few years' time. Even if he is scolded for being a stupid pig, he will probably only snort a few times.

Fran opened the file bag and pulled out a stack of yellowed but well-preserved files.

Swampland Temple Excavation Report

Person in charge: Zixi

Excavation time: %@"~*?

Excavation report: On the first day of excavation, he entered the swamp to clean up the silt, and during the cleanup, one person fell deep in the swamp and died, mourning for him. I will take care of his wife and daughter.

On the second day of the excavation, the main entrance of the temple was cleared, and there was a mysterious symbol on the door, which means death.

On the third day of the excavation, after a night of repairs, I entered the temple for the first time. There are a large number of unknown bones in the temple, and they are to be cleaned up.

On the fourth day of excavation, a path was finally cleared, and I passed through the bones, but I saw an empty altar, and there was nothing on top of it.

On the fifth day of excavation, I left the Everglades Temple, and although there were no idols on the platform, I had gotten what I wanted.

The rest of the information is just some photos. In the photograph, there is a ritual circle composed of some kind of distorted symbol that causes extreme physical discomfort. There are also some pictographic monster motifs, with three heads, a slender neck, resembling a snake, but with the body and wings of a bird, and the lower limbs are not bird claws, but an unknown organ represented by a thick black line, which seems to be some kind of whisker.

Most of the rest of the photographs were ordinary photographs of ancient ruins, and Fran quickly flipped through them. Pack the materials into a file bag and hand them back to Moxiso.

"Dead Believers"

Moxiso pulled out the two special pictures, put the rest back in his file bag, and threw them on the small coffee table beside him.