"Your Excellency. ”

Epenny turned her face sideways, and said with a smile on her face:

"The mana within 500 meters has been collected and ready to fight. ”

"Stay on standby for now. ”

"Yes. ”

Without any doubt, no rebuttal, Epenny stood silently beside her, motionless, not even blinking an eye, as if she were an elaborately dressed decorative doll or painted sculpture.

INTERVIEWER What exactly am I expecting?

Maher was still waiting for Epenny to ask "Why?" in his mind. , "Please let me act" and other words showed a bitter smile.

If you're surrounded by people who are alive, you'll do nag like a chirping sparrow – that's how rookies come over. Mach himself was no exception, when he first came out of the police training school and entered the work, everything was so new, and he was as curious about everything as a schoolboy on his first day of school. As time passed, after accumulating experience and grinding off the edges and corners, he eventually became an old bird, showing his juniors what a high-ranking imperial policeman should look like.

At this moment, it is not a living person standing by him, but a puppet that has been infused with a dead soul, a living corpse that has been reborn.

Until now, Maher still can't forget the scene when he took over Epenny from his immediate boss-

"'Siren'...... I did hear that the Terry Biological Research Institute was developing a new type of weapon specifically for magicians, but I didn't expect it to ......"

"What did I not expect? Is the rumor true? Or would such a thing be developed?"

Heydrich threw four pieces of sugar into the coffee cup, stirred it with a silver spoon, took a sip of coffee, and sank into the office chair.

"Mach, why do you think the killing machine like the 'Sirens' was created? Is it because the finances are so good that we can give our respected scientists all sorts of crazy ideas to practice? Of course not, what is that for? The answer is simple, terrorism. ”

Half of his coffee rested on the table, Heydrich pressed a button on his desk, and with the sound of a motor turning, the velvet curtains parted to the sides, and sunlight poured into the office through the bulletproof glass.

After the terrorist activities became rampant, in order to prevent terrorists from throwing bombs on the windows of important departments of the Empire - this did happen, all the windows of the offices of the Imperial Administration were replaced with bulletproof glass, and as the level increased, the thickness of the bulletproof glass increased accordingly. The glass windows of Heydrich's exclusive office are ten centimeters thick, and they cannot be penetrated by the latest "Iron Fist 250" individual rockets. Through the cold protection, the sunlight turned green, and Heydrich looked like a large lizard in the zoo reptile house, waving his claws.

"I don't need to talk to a senior detective about the terror in the empire, the money, weapons, and sometimes training given to foreign governments, the personnel provided by terrorist organizations, the fanatical nationalists and anti-imperialists. And the most dangerous of these fanatics is the magician. Metal Detectors, Infrared Sensing, Thermal Sensing, Camera ...... It does little for them. They only need to disguise the Celestial Crystal as some kind of gadget, or hide it hidden enough, and they can walk down the street like a normal person without being detected, and suddenly wreak havoc when you are unsuspecting. Of course, the Empire's security apparatus is not a good-looking ornament, and the Empire's armed forces are ready to meet any challenge. But we need a more effective way to curb the mage's involvement in terrorist activities before the situation spirals out of our control. ”

Where there is pressure, there will be demand, where there is demand, there will be investment, and continuous investment will eventually produce results.

This is true of goods, of weapons, and of "sirens".

"In order to protect the empire, in order for the empire to stand strong, the 'sirens' are necessary. This mission is just like a combat test, and you have to make full use of the testing machine assigned to you to solve the case and collect as much data as possible. Got it?"

"The subordinates understand. ”

After saluting expressionlessly, Mach turned and exited the office—

To be honest, Mach doesn't have any affection for the Dili Institute of Biology, and the same is true for their research results.

On the one hand, there are all kinds of negative rumors about the Dilly Biological Research Institute. Compared with the urban legends that circulate in society, which are almost terrifying, Mach's identity allows him to obtain some more real information, and it is precisely this real information - such as cutting the scalp of a child, priing open the skull, and piercing the electrodes directly into the brain marrow - that makes Mach maintain a respectful attitude towards the Dili Institute of Biological Research. On the other hand, the scope of use of the "siren" overlaps greatly with the traditional security forces, and no one can welcome the possibility of replacing their competitors.

After three days of partnering with Epenny, the anxiety and irritability did not subside due to the run-in process, and an unexplained anxiety and disobedience trapped Mach, and now this feeling has not made him sleepless, affecting his normal thinking and work, and not suffering from neurasthenia or depression. But it did make Mach feel a little uncomfortable.

INTERVIEWER Maybe it's because the case hasn't been going well lately. When this is over, it's time to arrange a vacation for yourself.

After whining like a middle-aged office worker with anxiety, Maher took out his sunglasses from his jacket pocket and put them on, and the secret police in the sunglasses swaggered towards the villas, like a fox entering the chicken coop to inspect the feast. And the one who followed the fox was the delicate and beautiful Grim Reaper.

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This is not the case.

Sitting on the sofa, Marseille was reassembling his body, which was still sore, and since most of the people in the room were already in a state of self-loss, no one paid attention to Marseille, who was doing weird gymnastics.

Just as Marseille was about to recover, a strange feeling suddenly came over her.

Although it is described as "surge", it is not enough to feel the rapidity, it is many times faster than the rapidly rising flood and the waves crashing on the shore, like a lightning bolt that bursts from the depths of consciousness and bursts from the eyebrows after penetrating the body. The lightning bolt told itself that some kind of danger was approaching him, and that he had to act immediately.

Feeling this almost impulsive feeling for the first time, Marseille felt a little uneasy. He thought that maybe the indoor air was too bad, and planned to go to the balcony to get some fresh air. As he cautiously walked through the dancing crowd and up the stairs leading to the second floor, he bumped into the "Nightingale" who was going up and down the stairs.

"I'm sorry...... Huh?"

The apology and the question overlapped, and the two of them, who thought that the other party had left the room, were stunned at the staircase.

- Why is he or she still here?

Even the questions are exactly the same.

The "Nightingale" thought that Marseille, who had suffered at the hands of the "robin", should go home early and hid under the covers and shivered, and Marseille thought that the "Nightingale" had already left the scene because his identity might be revealed. As a result, the young girl and boy with the same misunderstanding in their arms collided head-on together, as if there was an invisible red thread that tied their fates together.

Stunned by the unexpected meeting, and even more surprised by the joke of fate, the brains of the two fell into a brief blank, and they didn't know what to say or do for a while.

Finally, there are still people at the scene who are sober and know what matters.

"If it's okay, can you get out of the way? ”

Due to the situation, "Robin" did not joke or talk well, and the subtext of "good dogs don't get in the way" was directly piggybacked. It was precisely because of her unkindness that the two who were patronizing and stunned suddenly came back to their senses, and their faces instantly turned red.

INTERVIEWER If it weren't for this time, I'd really like to see what they have to do with them for a while.

With a silent sigh, the robin slammed her elbow against the Nightingale, and the relieved girl put on her poker face mask again, leaving her little embarrassment behind, just as she was about to shake off the nasty ghost in front of her and pull her thoughts back to her previous train of thought. The boy stopped them with his hands outstretched in a panic - an action that naturally aroused the hostility of the girls, and just as the "robin" put his hand on his shoulders and was about to toss him aside, Marseille lowered his voice and hurried out:

"Is there a danger, what happened?"

The hand that was about to exert force immediately released his shoulder, and before Marseille could catch his breath, the arm of the "robin" wrapped around his neck, and the "Nightingale" on the side also pasted up, clamping Marseille from left to right.

"I know that there are not so kind people in the world......"

"No, no, no, there is no secret agent in this world who sends it to the door by himself. But this guy should be a fool and didn't run away. ”

"It's also another trap to deliberately gain trust and cast a long line to catch a big fish or something. ”

"Relying on this skinny monkey layman? ”

"Maybe the more pitiful it is, the better it will work?"

"I said if you really have paranoia about being killed......"

The girls exchanged opinions quickly, the volume was so low that they couldn't be heard at all, and thanks to their complaints, Marseille finally understood what kind of mistake he had made, and why he had fallen into the position of being held hostage.

In the world of underground workers, trust has always been a luxury that cannot be attained. In order to gain even the slightest level of trust, the price to pay is unimaginable. This is true within the organization, let alone outsiders.

Regardless of whether there is really danger lurking around, he recklessly runs up to people and asks, "Is there danger?" and is not suspected before he is hell it.

Either a spy or a fool, neither of them is the type to leave alone, and it's best to keep him in the shoes of a guy until it's safe to do so, or just find an opportunity......

The sliding mind in a dangerous direction paints a terrible puzzle of the future for Marseille, each one extremely terrifying, bloody and terrifying, and what scares him even more is that he is completely powerless to change the development of the situation and turn his imagination into reality, he has no power to get rid of the girls, he cannot call for help, he can only get away from the crowd with them, just like the death row prisoner who walked to the gallows.

Finally reaching the corner where it would not be noticed, the intimate smiling face of the "robin" was pasted, and the unsettling sound entered Marseille's ears.

"Listen, we're going to kill you for not even a second, and it looks like it's an accident. You don't want to be the hapless guy who falls down the stairs and breaks his neck. ”

Marseille nodded busily, and the "robin", who was satisfied with his answer, slowed down a little, and spoke:

"Very well, then what we ask next, you can answer honestly, don't play tricks. Otherwise you'll see your back for the first time. ”

Marseille nodded vigorously again, and he couldn't do anything but this action.