Chapter 87 Shikodi: A bunch of trash

At this moment, the door of the conference room was suddenly pushed open, and Shikodi's secretary hurried in. His panicked attitude made Shikodi slightly startled.

As the secretary of the emperor's eldest daughter, she should always maintain a calm etiquette and demeanor. If one day she fails to do so, then she either wants to resign, or something serious has happened.

Unfortunately, this time it's the latter.

Shikoti pressed his palms to signal the blushing experts to shut up, then took the report handed over by the secretary and quickly browsed it.

While reading, her heart sank.

After reading all the contents of the report, Shikodi handed it back to the secretary and nodded slightly.

The clerk began to read the contents of the report aloud.

The content of the report is roughly as follows: A cult worshiping monsters has emerged in the slums outside the capital of the Caesar Empire. Its headquarters is an illegal church. There is a real monster in the church. People who walk into the church and see the monster or listen to its voice

Everyone will go crazy and develop symptoms similar to those in the outside world. At the same time, they will begin to believe in the gods enshrined in the church. However, because the church is located in the home of a gang organization, it is difficult for intelligence personnel to determine how many people inside are contaminated...

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When the secretary finished reading the information, there was silence in the conference room.

A priest said that the cult worshiper was a corrupt demon from hell that needed to be destroyed with his blessed holy water and holy silver bullets.

Shikodi listened quietly for a while.

Several pretending "experts" shook their heads and said in unison: "Of course not. Your Highness, you really know how to joke..."

Shikodi didn't listen to their explanation and made a gesture.

"Do you have any suggestions?" Shikodi asked softly.

"Your Highness?" The priest sneered, "Well, the holy water I need needs to be prayed for ninety-nine and eighty-one days before it can be prepared successfully. It takes one hundred and eight days to create a holy silver bullet."

The necromancer hidden in the black robe also coughed: "I also need to prepare casting materials for the necromancer binding technique."

Sherron Sen is just one of the planned communicators.

They are all "communicator" candidates in the Yanlvge Project.

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They only guessed half right.

So he created widespread, large-scale light polluters, and a small number of serious, extremely threatening pollution communicators.

Yan Lüge just wants to do something to let humans see extraordinary phenomena and force them to establish corresponding extraordinary organizations.

The eldest daughter of the emperor thought indifferently.

A necromancer believed that there was a corpse demon in the church that was made up of the resentment and flesh of the dead, but he could seal it with the Necromancer Binding Technique.

Experts from all walks of life looked at each other.

When these two problems erupt together, it is difficult to avoid being noticed.

Seeing their efforts to evade, Shikodi felt relieved, but still disappointed.

A bunch of trash.

There are also certain cultists, mental patients, serious curiosity seekers, etc., who are also people who are easily contaminated.

"I will suggest that the cabinet dispatch the army to seal off the incident site to prevent the spread of pollution, and then you will deal with these monsters." The princess said softly but firmly. She raised a hand and held back the people who had just spoken wildly.

They came out one by one, "You, you, and you, you guys."

A wizard who claimed to be a descendant of the ancient Sun God claimed that it was a monster transformed from the blind eye of the Cyclops Polyphemus, but he could purify it with the Sun God's scepter and a divine spell.

But soon, they got into the mood and began to express their opinions passionately.

The guards behind her suddenly rushed out, pushed the "experts" who were talking nonsense to the ground, and tied them up immediately despite their shouts and protests.

But then he felt relieved... Although Yan Lüge had never admitted it, many people in the institute had always believed that the boss had some kind of prophecy-like ability, or was simply reborn. Otherwise, it would be impossible to explain why he

He was able to establish the Blackstone Research Institute without prediction and was well aware of the characteristics of pollutants and gods.

"The Nishizawa Empire's plan has entered the second stage. The communicator has already appeared." In the Blackstone Research Institute, Yan Lüge yawned and said to his intelligence minister Jiang Changhai, "One of our

The Extraordinary One has reported the situation of the Communicator, so it would be inappropriate for us to pretend to be dead again."

Yan Luge closed his eyes, seeming to be deep in thought.

Seeing that these experts were about to quarrel again, Shikodi suddenly pressed his palm lightly.

He didn't deliberately plot against him or pollute him, but when pollution videos spread in a viral mode on the Internet, there will always be a few types of people who are willing to take the initiative to bear the pollution like crazy - like Xie

Patients with incurable diseases like Lun happen to be one of them.

Shikodi, who was wearing the exclusive royal attire with black background and gilt pattern, stood up from the head of the conference table. She bowed politely, skillfully and with standard movements. Two maids held her long gilt-trimmed flower skirt and stepped forward.

Taking small steps with a standard length of 0.34 meters per step, stepping on the mess on the ground, passing by the magicians who were tied in a string and stuffed with smelly socks in their mouths, they walked out of the conference room without looking back.

The wizard held up the brim of his hat to cover his twinkling eyes: "Me too, I need to go to the place where the sun god fell to recharge the sun scepter to ensure the destruction of this monster..."

After a moment, he opened his eyes, reached for the map of the Akkade slums in the Caesar Empire, drew a circle at a certain location, pushed it to Jiang Changhai, and said with certainty: "The communicator is moving. He was in this place

stayed and caused secondary pollution."

Communicator, this is what Yan Lu Ge calls the contaminated Sherron Sen.

It can be predicted that a large number of new organizations will spring up in the world to deal with these extraordinary phenomena - whether they are private or official, scientific or religious, law-abiding or illegal.

, rigorously organized or chaotic - they are all the prototypes of future extraordinary organizations.

"Is that so?" Shikodi smiled playfully, "So, you can't actually solve them. Are you lying to me?"

Spreaders are people who are severely or even completely contaminated. They already possess the characteristics of spreading pollution and become a time bomb that contaminates wherever they go. Conventional weapons cannot stop them.

It's just that as Caroline's classmate, he entered Yanlu Ge's vision in advance - a certain mastermind behind the scenes was quite concerned about his own extraordinary person.

A trace of surprise flashed in Jiang Changhai's eyes. He was surprised that Yan Lüge knew the specific location of the communicator when he was thousands of miles away.

Meie diary:

My throat basically doesn't hurt anymore, it's just dry and itchy, and I still have a cough...

The cough was worse than the past few days. It woke me up several times in one night. It felt like my lungs were about to be coughed up. Taking turns to drink two kinds of cough drops was useless.

It is said that he is almost healed and his body is detoxifying, okay.

Today’s recipe is Curry Beef and Chicken Soup with Seafood Rice.
Chapter completed!