Chapter 410 Adventure
"Love, congratulations on your recovery!"
Fang Xian handed a bouquet of flowers to Luo Fu as a gift for his discharge from the hospital.
"To be honest... I'm more looking forward to a bottle of champagne..." Love made a small joke and took the flowers: "Your vacation is over. I submitted an application for you to become a formal investigator. It should be approved soon."
"OK."
Fang Xian nodded and suddenly looked at Luo Fu: "Do you... have anything else to say to me?"
"Yes."
Luo Fu was a little surprised, but thinking of Roca's extraordinary inspiration, he did not question it at all: "You should be careful in the future. If someone suggests that you voluntarily apply for review, don't agree."
"Oh? Why?"
Fang Xian asked.
"As an investigator, as long as you are still an ordinary human, you have a limit to what you can endure. And the investigation is being conducted in complete isolation from the outside world. There are too many things that could happen..."
Luo Fu said solemnly: "In short...if there is such a thing, you can't agree to it unless it is forced."
"It sounds like someone is trying to frame me, and you've already stopped him for me once?"
Fang Xian sniffed the air.
At the same time, fragmentary visions of the previous meeting flashed before his eyes.
He seemed to see Love arguing fiercely with an old man and finally slamming the table.
"Hmm... this old man looks familiar. He seems to be one of the leaders of the branch. His name is Ketian?"
Fang Xian secretly memorized this face.
And Love had no doubts.
After all, Fang Xian hid half of his inspiration, so it was very remarkable that he could communicate some vague information.
He had no idea that Fang Xian's inspiration had reached the point where he could trace the source just by hearing the true name of a god.
This is already at the level of touching the abyss!
Even among those legendary investigators, not every one of them has such terrifying inspiration.
At this point, just by chatting with him for a few sentences, a lot of useful information was extracted.
"This Ketian, do you want to die?"
Fang Xian lowered his head, and his expression suddenly became somewhat cold.
Of course, he knew that if he was just an ordinary investigator, he might not be able to defeat the powerful old fox even if he played for ten years within the Secret Keeper system. He might be dealt with by any excuse .
"If you want to do this, you can't do it openly... just do it directly and kill him."
That's the convenience of having a hidden identity.
'Why do I feel like I've played this trick before?'
Fang Xian inexplicably felt that this scene was somewhat familiar, and immediately thought of his actions when he was the White Ape Great Sage. He nodded and understood the origin.
"Okay, let's stop talking about this and talk about our next work."
Luo Fu brought Fang Xian into the office. "After the higher-ups took over Madman Town, it has been almost completely sealed off... Our next focus will be on the Falling Star Cult... During this engagement banquet, our personnel suffered heavy casualties, which is definitely a rare vicious case in the history of the branch."
"So... the focus of all our work from now on is to catch those rats in the sewer and kill them! Of course... there is also the Wind Chaser Cult!"
Luo Fu's voice was powerful.
Fang Xian was speechless and wanted to say to him: "You are too optimistic..."
What Love knew about the Falling Star Cult was only a small part of what had surfaced.
According to the testimony of high-level officials like Shara, the essence of the Falling Star Cult is like a large alliance of pagan factions, and its power is not to be underestimated.
Fang Xian pretended to be ignorant and opened the file. The first thing that caught his eye was the wanted order for Xia La and the bald old man.
He curled his lips and said nothing more: "Then... this is our next job."
"Yes."
"Okay. Let's get started."
Fang Xian smiled and tried his best to act like an ordinary investigator.
…
"Damn Mr. Ring..."
Smith walked in the bookstore and touched his butt unconsciously.
As a painful price to pay for being caught staying up late reading novels last time, he was not only severely scolded by his parents, but also had his pocket money deducted.
But, but…
You will never understand an avid reader's desire to keep up with the latest news.
He only ate bread every day, saved his lunch money at school, and still resolutely came to the bookstore.
"Found it... "Horror House 2"!"
Smith found the target and grabbed it with joy.
He noticed that this was the last book on the shelf.
Apparently, Mr. Ring's novel has sold quite well.
"I hope it won't be too cruel..."
Smith has learned the term "master abuse" without any guidance, and it seems that it may become a major sensational genre.
He had a plan this time. After school in the afternoon, he did not participate in club activities. Instead, he hid in an abandoned playground, sat on a horizontal round hollow concrete pillar, and began to flip through the books impatiently.
After a long while, Smith finally put down the novel with satisfaction: " Mr. Ring's works still look so enjoyable, but why does he have to torture the protagonist... The key is that there is still such a big suspense at the end that has not been resolved, ah... I am so sad, I am so upset..."
The more he thought about it, the more he felt suffocated and wanted to do something.
Otherwise, it would explode.
Smith jumped to the ground and kicked the stones on the roadside at random.
Snap!
Suddenly, a sound that shouldn't have appeared came into his ears.
"Is it a tin box... a toy for the kids in the neighborhood? A secret treasure?"
Smith looked at the rusty box that was turned out of the soil, an expression of mischief and curiosity appeared on his face, and he opened the lid of the box.
After opening the rusty box, he found that there were no toys or pocket money inside as he had imagined.
On the contrary, there were only a few thin sheets of yellowed paper, which had been mostly corroded, and a small part of the words on them could not be seen clearly.
"What's this?"
Smith read the contents of the paper with a little curiosity: "The Lost God, the... Warlock! The source of warlocks, the Lord of the Heavens..., the Master of the power of calamity..., the immortal being, the king of endless time and space!"
He stammered and pronounced the name unconsciously.
Whoosh.
A gentle breeze is blowing.
At this moment, Smith felt as if something was gripping his heart.
Before his eyes, one phantom after another appeared.
Those black shadows were fleeting and difficult to grasp, but they imprinted some knowledge in his mind.
…
Time seemed to pass very slowly, but in the outside world, only a moment passed.
Bang!
The novel in Smith's hand fell to the ground. He didn't pay any attention to it. He picked up the iron box carefully and stumbled away, muttering:
"After seeing the true horror, even the sunshine and flowers have lost their color..."
