Back in the dormitory, lying on the bed, tossing and turning, it was not easy to fall asleep. He had a dream in which a badly injured three-foot bald boy with a dull face, only black holes in his eye frames, a thin body, and a very large head.

The bald boy walked slowly in the underground world, and all kinds of monsters and monsters regarded him as nothing, as if they were in different worlds, and there was no intersection between them.

He seemed to be running away, hiding from something, and the boundless loneliness, coldness and despair of his psychological state made Shang Shulang very depressed and uncomfortable. The boy eventually collapsed, seemingly for some reason, perhaps from exhaustion, in a cave.

However, before he died, he stared at Shang Shulang and said, "Don't trust anyone!"

Shang Shulang, who woke up, was covered in a cold sweat, and the quilt and bed sheets were wet.

Subconscious warnings?

That boy seems to be a three-foot skeleton, right? Who is he? Why does he remind me? Am I in danger?

After thinking about it, the danger that came could only come from that meeting. Fei Ma said that there was a mole in the team and there were heavy losses. The mole is among the partygoers? Do you need to turn to the non-horses?

Regardless of whether his dream is groundless and groundless. Even if it's true, you can't go to him, because whether Feima and the people around him are credible is also unknown!

Thinking about Fei Ma's words again, Shang Shulang became even more vigilant. In this convening, if there is a mole, they will definitely report the information to lock me up, and then take action! Although they were disguised at the time, their methods of summoning themselves are very mysterious, and they can completely delineate their own scope.

I remember that Fei Ma said that they could connect a mysterious object with a mysterious object around me, and then notify me of the message, and find out my approximate range. Once this mysterious object is in the hands of a mole, wouldn't I be very dangerous? Even the identity certificates, welfare cards, and manuals I received may have been tampered with and become dangerous goods to identify my location.

Now the question is, what medium do they rely on around me to lock in?

Special items like kraft paper and puppets? He had already understood in the other world that the kraft paper or puppets he was forced to get by the bald brother were not coming from the right way. Especially the puppet, the first time he returned to this world, it was actually alive, although it was controlled as his own puppet, but whether there was anything hidden, he couldn't say.

Those cards and manuals in the newbie perks are very likely, and it is not surprising that there are any things in these things that have found themselves and must be discarded.

Or something unknown that I haven't discovered yet? It's also very likely, after these days of mixing in the other world, he knows the mysteries of magic very well, maybe there is some way to find himself, even if he changes his residence, the shape-shifter will not help.

Shang Shulang further speculated that the most effective action of the mole was to secretly control or kill me. The same is true for other members, so that each defeat can completely wipe out the local organization.

Although this is just conjecture, and maybe even cranky. Shang Shulang had no clue, but he decided that he had to take precautions.

He immediately took action, packed the brown paper or puppets, secret service identification certificates, welfare cards, "manuals", etc., knew that the computer that had entered the novel website, took them out of the dormitory, went straight to the suburbs, found a hidden place, and buried them.

Frightened Bird, these four words can be used to describe Shang Shulang's mood at the moment, he kept telling himself that he must absolutely guarantee that nothing goes wrong!

By the time he returned to his dorm out of breath, it was already the middle of the night. Lying on the bed, he subconsciously told him that the danger had been significantly reduced, but it had not been completely eliminated.

He tensed again, and what hadn't he noticed? he looked back at his recent actions and the things he had touched...... If you want to have a sore brain, it's better to be an ordinary person.

There are too many challenges and psychological pressure faced by the infiltrator, and if it continues, it is possible that they will be schizophrenic.

......

The sky was bright, and many people had already appeared in the school playground to exercise, but the streets outside the campus were still quiet, only the cleaners worked silently.

On the top of the building opposite UCAS, a middle-aged uncle in work clothes has been squatting here for almost an hour. He held a sniper rifle in his hand, and his sharp eyes were fixed on the door of a dormitory building at the school opposite.

This sniper rifle is not a rough thing like a headshot, it shoots a kind of "pathogenic ammunition", the person who is shot can hardly see the external injury, and will die within a minute due to the acute outbreak of cardiovascular and cerebrovascular diseases, even if 120 is by your side, it can't be saved.

The age of civilization requires "civilized" methods of killing. Car accidents are already low-level methods, poisoning at close range is easy to be traced, mental hypnosis makes it suicide too many uncontrollable factors, creating other accidents requires complex layouts, and once the identity of the killed person is special, it is easy to find clues.

Only this remote, traceless, and natural way of dying is safe, secure, and "civilized".

When Shang Shulang walked out of the dormitory, before he reached the door of the building, suddenly, the diamond-shaped gem and the door in his brain suddenly flashed, and it seemed to keep sending out warnings—danger!

He stopped abruptly, and immediately realized that the danger was ahead, the door?

It is very likely that once you walk out of the building, you will be attacked suddenly, and it is unknown what kind of attack it was.

However, it is possible to be tempted. He quickly returned to the dormitory, then cut out a human figure out of A4 paper and began to draw runes on it, which was somewhat similar to the meridian map of the human body, but more complex and detailed than the meridian map.

After that, prick your own finger and the blood drips, flowing along the lines of the runes until a circulation is formed. Finally, after the blood had dried, he walked to the door with a humanoid paper in his arms, a rudimentary paper puppet.

His fingers trembled, words came out of his mouth, and the rudimentary paper fell to the ground, swaying from side to side and erected, until finally magically becoming exactly like him.

I saw that the demeanor, pace, and shape of the paper puppet version of "Shang Shulang" were no different from him, and his two eyes were even very smart, grinning at him and nodding...... Strode out the door.

Then, Shang Shulang ran the chaotic shadow transformation technique, and followed the paper puppet ten steps away, no matter how far away, it was more difficult to control.

Just as the paper puppet stepped out of the gate and didn't take a few steps, the aura of danger suddenly became stronger. It seemed that something flickered on the roof of the building in the distance, and the paper man next to him was hit by something. It was like a tiny needle-like object, and after a single blow, it quickly and slowly scattered in all directions, soaking the paper puppet......

The attacker was able to knock a drop of liquid out of a distance of nearly a thousand meters, an incredible weapon.

The paper puppet controlled by Shang Shulang fell slowly, looking like his body was twitching, his hands were covering his heart, his mouth was foaming, and he was silent in a blink of an eye......

The deity has already opened up the perception to the maximum through the approximate angle of the bullet shot, and basically locked on to the position of the sniper. The sniper was on the tall building opposite the dormitory, and he was putting away his sniper rifle, turning and disappearing into the roof.

He didn't care if the image of the paper figure was in line with the sniper's expectations.

He quickly put away the paper figure and disappeared into place, and in a blink of an eye he was already under the tall building opposite. His mental power quickly enveloped the entire building's exits, including the underground parking lot.

He was going to follow it all the way down to find the client behind it.

The sniper took the elevator and was in a good mood all the way, this mission was too easy, the other party did not create any trouble for himself, and it was solved quickly. He went down to the basement, quickly got into a nondescript car, and left the building.

But he didn't notice that in the back seat of the car, a shadow sat looking at him with scrutinizing eyes.