An Xiangwen quietly touched the other side of Qi Zhuyue.

The curly young man was glanced at by Bai Su, but the latter had no reaction and continued to play with the black-haired girl. You asked and answered me.

"So what are the criteria for recruiting people in your department?"

"Uh... exam? If you have special abilities, you can choose the best to be admitted according to the situation... and then you can take special abilities if you have the ability to be outstanding."

"Then do you have a place where you locked up supernatural things and stored them?"

"Yeah, how could you know...yes, there is."

"Oh—whether the address?"

“…… xxx Road.”

"Well, how many people are there in your department?"

"About fifty people...the numbers will be up and down."

"When will the police usually be issued?"

"If you encounter events related to the same supernatural world, you will be dispatched."

"How long have you been staring at me?"

"How many weeks."

“Have you discovered anything?”

"No except what I just experienced..."

"Then have you contacted Xia Chengyin on the way? Or Tang Nuo, Gu Cheng, Chen Zi-Zhang Yeran?"

Qi Zhuyue:? It’s easy to say the first few names, why do you even have Senior Zhang?

Qi Zhuyue found that Bai Su knew more about them unilaterally than they thought.

But she paused for only a second, her lips twitching: "...no."

"Lie." Baisu held his face and said word by word, "Lying is not good, your breathing heart rate has changed."

Qi Zhuyue, who had received a little training but was not as professional as the ultimate, breathed stagnant and could only change her mouth: "There is a connection..."

Her throat, left chest wall, wrist, etc. were pressed, and her heartbeats as she breathed.

Bai Su listened and glanced at the side again.

Slowly stretched out a hand from the right, and took away the two thread-bound books that Qi Zhuyue placed on the ground and took away the above one.

He did not stop him, and the humans quickly returned to their original position with the book.

Bai Su turned his gaze back to the front: "Where did you just say... Oh yes, how do you usually judge the supernatural?"

"There is a detection machine... if there is a reaction, there is or has had supernatural phenomena."

"That is to say--" Bai Su pinched her chin, "Your phone that has been shaking?"

Qi Zhuyue was surprised: "You know? So it was not an accident at that time..."

"No, it was an accident to break your 'mobile phone'." Bai Su looked at Qi Zhuyue strangely, "I just knew at that time that you were not 'Mu Wenxue'."

Qi Zhuyue: "?"

Baisu: "Wei Wenxue is very brave and is not afraid of ghosts."

Qi Zhuyue felt that she was wrong, but her method of pretending to be a human has great disadvantages. It is easy to show her timidity when she meets a familiar person.

All her reliance was the face that could not touch any traces of disguise, but Bai Su's criterion was obviously not this.

When Qi Zhuyue thought of the trampled "mobile phone" Qi Zhuyue felt depressed. When she first entered the hotel, the instruments were alarmed wildly. She didn't know what was wrong and was preparing to wait for check-in.

As a result, she went out for a meal and found other supernatural beings in the town... and when she was about to go back, she was crushed by Bai Su.

Qi Zhuyue, who had only one piece of equipment with her, had no choice but to go through the window at night to confirm the location of the supernatural power.

As for the hotel in question, she planned to ask her colleagues to help afterwards...and wait.

Qi Zhuyue suddenly remembered something.

The morning after she climbed out the window, it seemed that there was a very subtle conversation.

Qi Zhuyue and Bai Su looked at each other, and she tried to ask: "So yesterday morning was it..."

"Oh that." Bai Su showed a playful smile, "A total of three supernatural beings came to me when you were not in the hotel."

Qi Zhuyue completely missed it, she didn't know that it was going on.

After thinking about it, she said silently: "So those three supernatural beings were also removed by Mr. Bai... and eaten."

Thinking about how hard she worked all night, she took a special gun and other props to kill a tricky supernatural... It's so enviable.

Bai Su, who was already expelled from the black-haired girl, really envied her.

If only one of them had such strong abilities, wouldn’t it be that they resisted supernatural powers like that?

Before she could imagine a beautiful scene, the black-haired young man knocked on the ground twice, recalling her attention.

"The last question." Bai Su grinned, "How do you confirm whether people have special abilities?"

"We rely on..." Qi Zhuyue didn't finish her answer. She suddenly realized something and her eyes widened.

Is Bai Su thinking about it?

...

An Xiangwen opened the thread-bound book in his hand. The words written vertically made him slightly inconvenient to read, and the words were dense, like small regular script for flies.

The characters written by the brush are squeezed together, and in some places, the pen is used with too much ink, and the ink marks are scattered and mixed into pieces.

While An Xiangwen was having a difficult reading, he wanted to know if there was any skill to read quickly and help him find the important parts in the thread-bound book as soon as possible.

This thread-bound book is at least fifty or sixty pages. He roughly flipped through it and wrote it all, and it took him less to read it completely... it would take several hours, right?

It is definitely not time-consuming to find clues like reading them.

‘——Hummod.’

The writer may think that the full name is too long every time I write it. After turning a few pages, the Buddha's name is abbreviated as three characters, and the title becomes shorter, but the writer's fanaticism about it is getting stronger and stronger.

An Xiangwen felt that he was reading a diary of the growth of a crazy believer. At the beginning, the writer was quite normal in spirit, but as time went by, his writing gradually became crazy.

Several scratches of varying depths carved the paper into the cracks. An Xiangwen quickly turned the paper back. Fortunately, there were still some crazy words on the back, which didn't look very important.

The curly young man scratched his head.

He felt that there was less useful information that could be recorded in general notes or diaries, but considering that... there was probably nothing else in this hall.

The history of Fuzhao Temple is less than five years old. Is it strange to find any ancient classics?

It's just an inappropriate evil thing.

An Xiangwen sighed quietly, pretending to be unable to hear the "chat" beside him, and continued to watch.

After turning around for about a dozen pages, he finally saw some useful information.

‘Hummodha asks for magical art.’

It is another way to say whether God or not, An Xiangwen still retains the view that Buddha is an evil thing.

In layman's terms, the magic trick is to invite the target to come down. As for what the inviting is... it depends on the size.

An Xiangwen gestured at the thickness of the thread-bound book. Even if Qi Zhuyue still had one, it was not too large.

So--if you really invite it, it will be the original body.

An Xiangwen thought and read down.

‘The bones of devout believers, the vitality and blood of foreign sacrifices.’

The words said in Baisu's mouth appeared on the paper, and the vertical words twisted downwards, and the final punctuation mark was dragged out with a long mark.

"Let me see... make a staff of the bones of devout believers... Oh, have you even written the specific parts? Those believers are so pitiful..." Even though they are so pious, they have to be killed.

But maybe, when you have faith, you will voluntarily die.

An Xiangwen continued to look down. Foreign sacrifices probably refer to them. As for the number of sacrifices...hey?

"The lowest...two?"

(End of this chapter)
Chapter completed!