Jiangcheng.

Zhou Mingke's mobile phone vibrated for a moment, and she looked at the information in it, which was a group message from Northern Heavy Industry.

The general content is that a large number of shallow anomalies have occurred in the jurisdiction of Wajima Culture, which is judged to be a major abnormal disaster, and the investigators of each branch are put on combat readiness and alert to beware of anomalies.

Because of this large-scale anomalous event, it is easy for anomalies that have been restricted or contained to escape, and those with memetic properties may spread rapidly with the Internet to other Chosen ones.

Zhou Mingke frowned slightly, she saw that in the group of branch leaders, everyone had already worked.

[Liu Taishan]: Why did Hedao culture come up with a moth again, and we have to help wipe our butts every time!

[Chu Jiang]: Don't complain, let's pull up the wall first.

[Bian Pingnan]: I'm still on vacation, I have to come back to work overtime, and I must raise my salary later!

[Tamarind Township]: What about the salary increase, let's survive first, my side is close to Hedao, and that side has become a mess of porridge, maybe after today, Hedao Culture will be directly removed.

There were many Chosen Ones organizations in history, but then they either encountered strange attacks, or because of the war and the Tang Dynasty, and gradually disappeared in the long river of history.

This is also the final treatment method after the Chosen Organization has been severely contaminated, such as the Wajima Taisha Shrine, which adopted the method of sinking the vast majority of the Chosen One into the abyss with the anomaly to solve the disaster that ravages the earth.

And when the anomalies in this area are chaotic, most of the other Chosen Ones will adopt the method of information control, which is also nicknamed the "wall".

When the wall is erected, most of the information in the relevant area will be affected and tampered with, turning it into an ordinary scourge to prevent pollution from leaking out.

[Zhou Mingke]: My person is still on the island, I'll try to contact him.

Zhou Mingke sent a message to Qiao Dui, waited for a minute, and did not reply.

She made a WeChat call.

There is no signal.

"There's a problem."

Zhou Mingke said with emotion, she was not worried about Qiao Duan's death, but it was still a bit troublesome to find someone at a critical moment.

She also didn't have any way to teleport, and she could rush to Kazushima immediately.

So, she sent a message in the branch chief's group.

[Zhou Mingke]: I can't get in touch, pay attention when you collect the body, he probably looks like this.

[Zhou Mingke]: [Picture]

[Liu Taishan]: ?

[Tamarind]: ?

[Chu Jiang]: ?

Zhou Mingke also followed and posted tasks in the work group, asking Du Ruo, who was on a field trip, to help watch a little.

Suddenly, in the editorial office, the landline rang.

Jingle Jingle Bell Jingle Bell –

A crisp ringtone echoed in the empty newsroom.

Under normal circumstances, no one will call this landline, and this time point rings is really confusing.

Zhou Mingke looked at the landline, there was no caller ID number on it, she picked up the earpiece and put it to her ear.

"Can you hear me? You can hear me! ”

"Die, give me death, give me death!"

"It hurts, it hurts, it hurts!"

"Why are you still alive, why aren't you the one who died!"

A series of terrible and mournful wails came from the earpiece, and the mere hearing of them made people dizzy and difficult to control.

Zhou Mingke didn't respond, but hung up the phone silently.

"[Midnight Bell]? It seems that he is taking advantage of the chaos to get out of control. ”

She immediately recognized that this was an anomaly that had been previously restricted and anchored by the culture of the island, and now that the chaos over there had been, the previous containment procedures had probably failed.

Thinking of this, Zhou Mingke reminded him in the group again, and asked Bai Lian to go to the school gate immediately and prepare to go to [Ju Xialou].

As for Su Hong, he was lucky, he was already doing a mission in a foreign land, and this time it didn't affect him.

Zhou Mingke picked up the materials, left the editorial office, and drove to the school to pick up Bai Lian, and the two came to Juxialou.

It's daytime, and this quaint restaurant is still brightly lit and bustling with customers.

As soon as he walked into the restaurant with Bai Lian, Zhou Mingke saw the shopkeeper greet him.

Finding a table and sitting down, she looked around.

Bloated and obese men order cookie-cutter dishes and overeat.

The man in the black suit ate the steak on the plate with a knife and fork, and the flesh was splattered.

The little girl in red, who had no pupils, stared at the dessert in front of her, motionless.

The happy family had a happy dinner, but after noticing Zhou Mingke's gaze, they stopped their movements and looked at each other directly.

In front of the two people wearing black and white robes, raw rice is placed in front of them, and incense is curling.

Zhou Mingke finished ordering the food and asked Bai Lian to eat slowly, and then she got up and walked towards the table where the two people in black and white robes were.

The two of them were pale, the one in white was tall and thin, with a smile on his face, but he was very mad, and the one in black was wide and fat, fierce and vicious, giving people a feeling of extreme anger.

The ceramic bowl in front of them contained raw rice, with a stick of incense sticks on it, and the smoke was filled, and the two of them did not move, only when Zhou Mingke pulled out a chair and sat down at the table, he turned his head and looked at her at the same time.

"Good afternoon, two seniors, I want you to do me a favor."

Zhou Mingke said politely.

The two were silent, as if to let Zhou Mingke continue to speak.

"I have one of my unsuccessful subordinates who is committing a crime outside, please arrest him back."

Hearing Zhou Mingke's words, the two glanced at each other.

Suddenly, in front of Zhou Mingke, a piece of yellow paper and a brush appeared on the table.

The text on it is dense, but there are a few large characters that are very obvious.

[Yama Lotti].

"Name."

"Give it to me."

The two of them spoke one after the other, their voices low and cold, like a piece of ice.

Zhou Mingke picked up the brush and wrote Qiao Dui's name on it.

"Contract."

"Established."

The two men replied one after the other.

Suddenly, a nameless wind blew across the table, and when the wind subsided, the black and white two had disappeared.

Zhou Mingke returned to her table, the dishes were ready, she picked up the dishes and chopsticks, and began to eat lunch with Bai Lian.

No matter what happens outside, inside [Ju Down the Floor] is the same as always.

At the foot of the Ukiyo Mountain, in the middle of a large pit split by lightning, Qiao Du reunited together.

His hair stood on end, like a Super Saiyan, and at this moment, Qiao Dui's whole body was electrified, which could be said to be an electric eye.

"Come again!"

Qiao Duan suddenly felt empathy for Sun Dasheng, who was fighting with the Heavenly Soldiers and Heavenly Generals at the South Heavenly Gate and was tortured by Lei Gongdian's mother.

Before the giant skeleton warrior could step forward again, waving the katana in his hand, Qiao Du felt that the world around him was hazy.

The next moment, he disappeared to the ground like a painting on paper erased by an eraser.

(End of chapter)