By the time Xi Ke finished taking a shower, the poisonous gas in the registration room had almost dissipated. He went to the kitchen to froze through the fridge to feed himself before returning to the registration room. It's still messed up with Naimo, with drawers all over the floor.

He didn't know how the information was arranged, so he squatted on the ground and studied it slowly. The contents of the drawer that Nemola came out of were divided into two types, one was personnel information and the other was a list of equipment. Originally, it was probably locked, but the lock had been broken by Naimo.

Because the number is too large, I can't finish watching them one by one for a few days and nights, so Xi Ke jumps to see it. In terms of personnel information, the qualifications of those mages are more prominent than the other, and the sources are concentrated in those well-known mage universities. When I work, it must be like having a class reunion. Xi Ke drew a piece of information without the "resigned" stamp, and looked at it carefully, only to find that it was the fat cat supervisor. The photos in his profile are much younger and thinner than those taken by the protesters. Xi Ke saw that his commuting address was nearby, but he didn't come to work, which shows that work attitude and education are two different things.

After looking at it for a while, he didn't see a reason, so he changed his look at the equipment list. Magic science was not a field that Xi Ke was familiar with, but he only started to work hard after he came here, and the things recorded on it were numbered like a bunch of code words that he couldn't understand at all. After watching it for two hours, Rick decided it was a waste of time. Unless you determine the general direction first, you won't gain anything by going on.

He casually stacked a whole stack of purchase orders together, bent the bottom xiangshang with his fingers against the side, and then let go slightly. The edge of the paper slides down quickly, making a series of soft "pop pops". Nick controlled the force to let each piece of paper slide separately, and the bottom half of the purchase order flashed in turns, so that Tick found that for a long time, the same person signed and agreed to at the bottom of the list.

Cha Laguni Manson Gurismola Mejik Sayvernon. After this person signed his name, he also extended the zuihou stroke to draw small flowers.

This is too long to grow, it is obviously the name of a rich man who was taken by his parents when he was full of food and had nothing to do, and Xi Ke had only heard the old man of the tree spirit mention it not long ago. Although he couldn't remember it at all, he remembered it when he saw it.

It was this man who built the fourth incinerator.

"Cha" Raghu ......

Small "ballast".

Two people's names are pronounced the same, could it be the same person at all?

Xi Ke did not know Xiao Xuan's full name. If he had designed and built this place, it would have been normal for the mage to hide something here, according to the tradition of mage chaos. There have been many major repairs and renovations in the past thirty-five years, and things may have been moved to the point where even the original ones could not find them. Xiao Jiao's appearance is about the same age as Xi Ke, and he was not born at all thirty-five years ago, but this shijie is not without spells to keep his youth forever, and if Xiao Ji is a ghost, it will be easier to appear in the form of a young man.

Rick's hand reached for the personnel information again, and before he touched it, he suddenly realized that he shouldn't have pursued the matter at all. So what? He assists Nick in dismantling magic weapons, fighting protesters, providing food, and keeping the Fourth Incinerator up and running. He was able to help Syk achieve his goal of keeping the place for four months. Some ghosts will disappear if their identities are exposed, and Rick should forget about this in order to have a roof to survive the winter.

So he casually stuffed the paper back into the drawer, and left the registration room without putting the drawer back into the cabinet.

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For the rest of the day, Rick was doing spell research. He hid in the room, shiyan, and various spell structures were affected by the devouring of spell energy. He got chicken bones all over the floor, and the conclusion was a total failure. In order to avoid the loss of energy inside the magic weapon over time, and in order to isolate the influence of external spell energy, there are layers of isolation structures. The energy devouring here can even absorb the energy in the magic weapon, and ordinary spells are powerless to resist at all. No matter how many attempts he attempted to improve the reinforcement method, he could only slightly increase the duration of the spell, and could not prevent the spell from collapsing.

It was close to nine o'clock when the old man came to lock the door of Xike again. Rick wasn't in a hurry to go to sleep today, he sat on the floor in front of the door and waited for the spirit to start making trouble.

As the clock ticked, he leaned his ear against the door and heard the sound of singing getting closer and closer. The sound sounded like a child humming haphazardly, not only was there no melody to speak of, but the pitch was messy. It is often abruptly raised or interrupted, and it has nothing to do with "pleasant ears". The song has only one lyric, which is repeated over and over again. The singing was slurred, and it took a long time for Rick to make out what it was.

"The Kingdom of the Soulless—Out of Etara, Out of Etara, Out of Etara!"

The volume grew louder to the point that it looked like a banquet. There are more and more guys singing, but the tune is not uniform, each singing its own, with some percussion accompaniment that may come from pots and pans, which fully achieves the effect of making people unable to sleep.

"My Queen—" Rick heard them repeat the lyrics.

"Who's the Queen?" the word reminded him of the thief today.

All of a sudden, the guys outside fell silent. After four seconds, there was a loud response outside, singing in the same messy tune as before:

"No—Queen!

"I've been heard—stop singing the praises of the Queen!"

"The Queen is in danger! No—don't tell him—"

Xi Ke really didn't expect the spirit to be such a funny spirit.

"There's no queen, you see?" said a rather familiar voice, leaning against the other side of the door, in a haughty tone.

Rick yells, "You're the one who fell into the sorting box!"

"I didn't fall! That's my strategy, I want you to remove the lid and let the queen out!"

Syk had the feeling of touching a whole group of Naimos, and the brain poisoning of these guys seemed to be even worse.

"There is obviously a queen, you lie to me!" As soon as Xi Ke finished shouting this sentence, he was stunned because of his words.

He stopped saying it after he was ten years old. The phrase "you lied to me" is completely used by immature little devils. In adult society, deception is commonplace, and in some circles it is even the basis of social activities. Even if you know that you have been deceived, even if the other party is malicious, you can't directly accuse the other party with this sentence. can only turn a corner and blame the other party for "lack of integrity", otherwise he will get the evaluation of "naïve and romantic, overly honest", and everyone will think that the deceived party will be deceived because he is too stupid.

Rick couldn't help but wonder if he had really inhaled too much exhaust fumes unknowingly, affecting his mind?

The guys outside still insisted on their own contradictory statement: "No queen!

Xi Ke was just asking casually, but he found that there were still exhaust gases poisoning him, and when he was angry, he slammed the door hard, and shouted, "Call your queen over!"

"It's coming!" a sweet female voice literally came from the other side of the door. It's the same voice that I was talking to Xike across the door before.

This time Chang Xike was stunned. He was stunned for a moment before he said, "Don't be so noisy every night, I want to sleep!" It seems that this female voice is the voice of the queen.

The woman's voice was loud and low, and she said, "We can't go anywhere else until we go out. 」

"Then keep quiet!" said Syke, "Also, don't touch my things!"

"It's our way of proving that we exist. Without a soul, we can only affirm ourselves and Shijie like this. 」

"You don't exist and don't do my business, I want to sleep!"

The other spirits began to sing again: "We have been born out of nothingness, and have taken from creation the place where we stand, and have neither past nor future, but only the eternal race of the present. 」

The Queen's voice said, "Don't you care about being forgotten?"

"What forgot?" said Rick frowned.

"I feel like you're like us. 」

"What?" Rick raised an eyebrow. He couldn't understand it anymore. He wouldn't go to someone's door in the middle of the night with an iron pot and shovel and knock on it.

"Your voice doesn't exist for this shijie, and this shijie doesn't intend to give you a foothold. The way you are now is created by them, and you have taken on the karma created by this shijie, so you are polluted and therefore treated as garbage. If you don't prove your existence, you will be swept away from the shijie, and to those who created you, you were neither born nor disappeared, you will never exist. They won't remember you, and they won't be responsible for what happened to you. 」

Cheek's eyebrows on both sides raised, "First of all, I don't mean to ask others to take responsibility for my life. 」

"But that's what they're supposed to do. 」

Nick didn't know how to describe it, this queen was a little different from what he thought. Cyk certainly agrees that the people who make the garbage should be held responsible, for example, by paying the salaries of the incinerator workers and so on. But the Queen's sense of responsibility does not seem to mean such things, but rather that it is possible to do whatever the Queen wants to do to those people.

This kind of "responsibility" with no bottom limit makes Xi Ke feel uncomfortable. As he pondered, he suddenly felt a gaze pass through the steel door and touch him. Instinctively, he stepped back, drew his sacrificial knife and stood guard against the door.

The Queen's voice came, this time her tone flat, unaltering, and the volume remained at a fixed decibel level, like a machine: "I can see what you have been through, and read the unformed residual consciousness of you. She continued in one breath: "The awakened necromancer's power from the hometown destroyed by the plague entered the Night Order, trampled on fellow students, became the four Dark Academy, and fled in the wilderness...... The betrayal of the underground temple suppressed the Night King, who was almost executed by the Demon Court, pardoned and entered the spell school......

"That's enough!" Rick yelled, interrupting the Queen's speech. He remembers those experiences so clearly that he doesn't need to be reminded.

"You should be able to empathize with the pain of our generation. The Queen's voice softened again, "You have come to this point where you are now, and you should hold them accountable."

"Spirit-speaking, you're too nosy. He put away his sacrificial sword, scratched his neck, and said, "Don't make any more noise. 」

"We don't have a soul, so we look straight at the truth. 」

"You like to emphasize that you don't have a soul," Rick said angrily.

"Yes. That's the biggest difference between us and everything else in the world – we are the last wish of Evina Sasson. 」

The Queen's voice grew quieter and drifted away, and the percussion band followed her away. Zuihou could no longer hear a sound.

With a long exhale, Rick walked over to the bed and collapsed directly onto the bed. He can't change jobs, so he can always change rooms. He decided to do it tomorrow.