"I want you to draw all the selves in your mind, don't stick to specific portraits, it can be some abstract lines, it can also be non-human patterns, etc., you just need to seriously express your heart."

After Fu Shan and the director separated, he entered the newcomer training room, he drove away the teacher, and sat down on a chair in the center of the podium.

The newcomer who had just joined the Investigation Bureau didn't know what Fu Shan's origin was, but he saw that the teacher also respected him, so he stupidly began to do what Fu Shan said.

One painting after another was sent to Fu Shan, he lowered his head and kept giving each newcomer's evaluation: "Garbage, garbage is not as good, there is no value for recycling, a life like boiled water, how stupid do you have to be to paint yourself like this?" ”

So far, the highest praise given by Fu Shan is that you draw yourself like instant noodle seasoning sprinkled on your shoes, which has a taste, but you need to kneel on the ground and lick your shoes to eat it.

The expressions of the newcomers also changed from confusion to anger at the beginning, they thought that they would encounter all kinds of difficulties in joining the investigation bureau, but the "teacher" in front of them did not teach anything, and it seemed that he was simply humiliating them for fun.

Ten minutes later, Fu Shan didn't know how many paintings he saw, his eyes narrowed slightly, and he raised his head for the first time: "Who painted this painting." ”

He held up the white piece of paper in his hand, on which several roosters with five "fingers" were drawn.

"I painted it." Xiao Yong stood up from his seat, he used to think that the Investigation Bureau was very mysterious, but after a period of closed training, he found that the Investigation Bureau was completely different from what he imagined.

"Why do you want to draw black chickens?" Fu Shan burned the painting in front of Xiao Yong: "Did the chicken you ate before look like this?" ”

"I don't understand what you're talking about, I just drew my own self in my mind, the rooster sings the world is white, I hope that the sky in Hanhai can become clear as soon as possible, I will carry the wishes of a few brothers who died early, and fight with the ghost to the end!" Xiao Yong was not afraid at all and replied loudly.

"Do you think the sun was shouted by chickens?" Fu Shan smiled: "You can patrol the building with me tonight." ”

Xiao Yong wanted to refute, but was dragged by the newcomer next to him.

"I don't have much to teach you, anyway, a large part of you won't survive tonight, and my advice to you is to use this last day to do some things you want to do, such as chatting with your loved ones, eating a meal you usually want to eat, getting a good night's sleep, or having hearty *** love with your wife. If you survive, then you are qualified to be taught. Fu Shan threw all the paintings on the ground, and all the lines that he had corrected were wriggling in the paintings, as if they wanted to drill into the hearts of the newcomers.

"Is this what you should say from a teacher?" Xiao Yong couldn't bear it anymore and stood up again: "We are not afraid of danger to join the Investigation Bureau, but you teach us with such an attitude?" Is the Bureau just using us as cannon fodder? ”

"It's not cannon fodder, it's paint, fresh paint that can bring color to the gray world." Fu Shan got up and walked towards the next classroom, he didn't care about the opinions of the newcomers at all, and directly divided the potential levels of tonight's "players" according to his own standards.

As an unscrupulous supervillain, Mr. Xia will not have any psychological burden.

"Death is really the most correct thing for me, there is no limitation of the body, my soul directly touches the real world, and everything becomes beautiful."

Entering different training rooms to check, Fu Shan, who was replaced by Xia Yang, wanted to "collect" a "player" squad, but the black ring suddenly vibrate.

The investigators who stayed behind all received the information of the emergency assembly, and it was the Hanhai Investigation Bureau that sent the message, but a few seconds after receiving the order, the core members of the Eastern District Investigation Bureau, including Fu Shan, received Fu Ling's reminder again, signaling everyone to act according to the original plan and not to carry out the orders of the General Bureau.

Out of curiosity, Fu Shan came to the corner of the third floor and leaned against the wall to look at the hall on the first floor.

Investigators from various sub-bureaus who had arrived to support them gathered in the lobby on the first floor, and they seemed to be waiting for someone.

Half an hour later, a pitch-black sedan stopped in front of the Eastern District Investigation Bureau, and after the driver stopped the car, he immediately got out of the car and opened the door with an umbrella to ensure that the people in the car would not be caught in the rain.

White gloves protruded from the car, and a sickly looking young man stepped out of the car.

He wears a uniform that is different from that of the investigator, wears a badge of a brain in a jar on his left shoulder, and wears a white ringed communicator on his wrist to symbolize the narrator.

"Pure God?" Fu Shan looked at the other party carefully: "A person in his fifties, but he looks like a young man in his twenties?" ”

The investigators in the hall automatically split their ways, and the sickly clean young man walked to the end of the hall, his driver and two security guards dragging a large box behind.

The investigators heard strange noises coming from the box and wanted to know what it contained.

Lifting the black cloth, the driver opened the box at the signal of the young man.

Clear tubes pierced his body, and Saeki, who was dressed in a hospital gown, was fixed in the box, and a hole was punched in his skull, as if something had been implanted.

The tragic situation of the man in the box made some rookie investigators unbearable to look at it, but they also knew that this was the fate of falling into the hands of the narrator.

"The General Directorate released a list of dangerous people last night, and after a night of arrests, seven people have been sent to the Narrator Test Center. After our research, we found that these dangerous people were all from the thirteenth class of Haldex Private Academy, and all the students who stayed in that class would become a source of danger, attracting shadows to approach at night and actively triggering anomalous events. The driver plunged the thick syringe directly into Saeki's veins, and the pain distorted Saeki's face.

At a time when Saeki was extremely angry and in pain, his shadow began to distort, as if it was about to spread out towards his surroundings, ready to drag the people around him into the shadow world with him as the center.

With one foot on Saeki's shadow, the sick young man grabbed Saeki's skull like he opened a can, and pressed a finger into the wound on the back of Saeki's head.

He admired Saeki's screams, and his expression was cold: "The purge operation is still the same, all the idle investigators will work with the personnel of other departments, and they will dig three feet into the ground to find these people in Class 13 for me before it gets dark." ”

The security personnel behind him projected a map of the eastern district of Hanhai on the wall of the hall, and all the streets and main buildings in the eastern district were blocked, and the General Investigation Bureau turned the eastern district into a "prison", vowing to solve all the disasters here.

"For Hanhai, for my family, for myself! Let's go! ”

(End of chapter)