Being looked at by humans with weird looks for a long time, even Bai Su would have noticed it if he wasn't a non-human.

So he lazily tilted his face up at an angle of more than ten degrees, and watched with satisfaction as the human woman with the ponytail retracted her gaze and continued to do her work.

Then the clean plates around him were taken away, and when the people in the conference room were almost full, the meeting was about to begin.

Bai Su didn't know many acquaintances, only one, two, three or four, and the rest were strangers. He didn't remember the faces he had seen before in the building of Tuochuan Company.

The person who presided over the meeting was an acquaintance of Bai Su. Although they hadn't seen each other for a while, he was still the nominal leader of the part-time job.

A middle-aged man named Gu Mingcheng stood on it with a serious face. He quickly sorted out what happened today, and highlighted the word Tuochuan on the whiteboard with a red circle.

"We have made great progress today. We have found evidence that the force behind Tuochuan is a cult."

Whether they say that their special department's own power is limited or poor, or that the cult behind Tuochuan is elusive and comes and goes without a trace, they could only catch clues before, but there was no definite evidence.

The most that can be done is to use pyramid schemes to shut down the other party's subsidiaries. However, the capital behind this kind of power is intertwined, and it is a good way to survive by cutting off the tail.

But things are different now.

The bad thing is that you had to finish reading the book on the spot where you found the notebook. However, the double debuffs of the red room and the notebook's gibbering can directly make you stupid.

But when Yin Qian walked to the door and passed the woman, she called my name.

Lingyi sat in the conference room, watching the cold feelings of others being easily ignited, and they all expressed their own opinions.

The photocopied copy was placed in the hands of everyone present. As long as you turned the document back two pages, you could see the raving words and the half-hidden arc.

Human beings still want to deceive something from me.

Hot is Ding, Gu Cheng asked: "Has his memory always been so bad?"

All the members who have not applied to assist in the investigation have given unanimous evaluations - either they are mentally different from ordinary people, or their brains are better.

But with or without Yin Qian, I adapted very poorly.

"This man with a ponytail——"

After a while, he actually remembered something and said hurriedly: "You remember the spells recited by the cloaked men. Do you need to write them down?"

What the onlookers noticed was not only a bloody face and seven twisted and broken limbs, but also white bones poking out everywhere, but this man could still walk abnormally.

Cults...evil gods will always make people crazy.

"...Your name is Fuzhaoji."

"With such a supernatural being, he has nothing to add?" The middle-aged woman cast her serious gaze over, expecting the supernatural being to give an answer.

After successfully handling that question with an important and true piece of information, Yin Qian clapped his hands with satisfaction.

The white forehead hair sticks to the forehead, and a few strands of hair that have been flattened due to sleeping posture are sticking up in front of the head, giving people a bit of a playful feeling.

She had thought that she would be asked for news, but she had never thought that she would be asked for such news. The middle-aged woman was not dumbfounded, but also a little surprised: "He...can remember?"

"There is nothing about this cult. Can he think of anything worth paying attention to?" The middle-aged woman looked at the supernatural with a heavy look.

I couldn't ask about the appearance of the handsome young man, nor could I ask about the victims or individual company employees who were arrested. However, because a small number of people had their physical examinations prioritized over interrogation, the remaining young men were filled with fear of Bai Su.

But the supernatural being was indeed distracted and listened to the meeting just now. I was in a state where I knew everything from one question to the next.

I walked back to the long table, where I was half-leaning.

Do you have any ideas about psychological counseling but have no interest in visiting the underground of the general department headquarters?

The mature middle-aged woman who inexplicably felt that she had been despised for a moment was silent for a moment, and chose to find paper and pen for Yin Qian to write.

I instantly understood the current topic of mankind and thought about it for a while.

"Supernatural."

The young man can't communicate for the time being, and the general department is more interested in the white monster I encountered in the middle of the night, and is waiting for him to return to his senses.

The slightly out-of-place white-haired young man thought for a moment, leaned back on the chair, and slid up a little.

The ghost glanced at the human being strangely: "Is it something very complicated?"

Lingyi returned to the state of asking eight questions and spent the remaining meeting time.

The nominal part-time leader still looks serious, but Xiaodai is out of the meeting state, and his expression looks so serious.

The young man originally cared so much about it, but his fear deepened after he quit the situation and discovered that the government really didn’t have a department to deal with the Baisu phenomenon.

The existence of supernatural beings is too ordinary... Yes, or it should be said that every person with ordinary abilities is his own, and everyone's success can be copied.

The opening of the small door to the new world is always accompanied by a minimal shock. I was also like that back then. I had trouble sleeping for a few days.

The incident of jumping off a building has not been heard of by ordinary departments, but it is not shocking at all. Even if you watch the mobile phone video of the onlookers, you still have to raise a question mark.

"This escaped member has nothing to do with my appearance..."

"Actually, you don't get psychological counseling regularly. Didn't Xia Chengyin introduce it to him?"

"Anyway, the sword you brought back was this person's weapon." Lingying made a gesture of swinging the sword, "The person in front jumped off the building and ran away."

The words written under the whiteboard have still been erased, and various clues are distributed in the corners of the square. Those that have not been connected by circles or crossed out.

Don’t these white dead wood branches have that effect? ​​They’re not exciting at all.

However, the supernatural admitted our idea.

People in the general department speculated that even if the "bloody" person with a clear appearance in the video could escape, he would probably have to lie under the hospital bed for at least ten days and a half.

The tone was very understated, and the people present were stunned for a moment.

After taking a look at it, Qi Zhuyue found it next time... Yin Qianzhong compared the two and easily concluded that the newly obtained manuscript was more difficult.

Temple, Qi Zhuyue, it’s that time again.

If I definitely can't, I would also like to put a piece of paper under my face and pretend that I exist in that conference room.

It’s not that all the white meat is in my diet, but the unexpected taste of the few I can eat is wrong. Compared with my accident-causing constitution when I go out on my own, the efficiency of hunting wild food is much lower.
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"My chest was cut open by you. You glanced at me when I blew open the wall of the small building. The wound on the back of my chest has not yet healed."

When Yin Qian was asked that question, the first thing that came to mind were some memorable Yin Qians.

Lingyi thought for a while and added: "Everyone who comes to you is quite...professional?"

To be short of weight and to adapt appropriately is tantamount to lying.

The spirit is indeed thinking about how to fool that question.

After half of it was hidden, the impact of the words and arcs was much greater. This was a lesson learned from the blood of Fuzhao Temple.

The handsome young man with a physical disability and a strong mind got out of the car, and the car swung away from the scene.

As a result, the supernatural became the only source of clues for the handsome young man in front of me.

Although I actually saw that scene, I could tell from the strength of the hand-to-hand encounter.

There is a process of passive acceptance for special people before they step from the ordinary to the extraordinary.

It’s a pity that it is beneficial to my development——

"Huh? Is there any?"

I have a lot of bad jobs and no money, so I must be writing reports. It’s not a perfect career.

The member in charge of the young people couldn't help but want to complain. Behind their company is a cult... Oh, something's wrong, in the other person's opinion, this is just a special kind of hypnosis.

The ghost paused for a moment and turned around.

The topic has gone too far.

Lingyi raised his head and raised his head again. Everyone outside the room had left completely, except for the middle-aged woman standing directly behind.

The middle-aged woman tapped her arm twice and started with a very approachable topic, asking about the supernatural being's recent work.

The white-haired young man barely paid some attention to the first half of the meeting, and occasionally made corrections to the human story.

"The blond hair...may have been dyed, and you can see a little bit of white at the roots."

Are there any bad additions? But it seems... the information humans get from me is very short, and it’s trivial to say whether there is anything that can be added.

The short-haired man sitting a little further away from me looked squinting behind him, but put his hand under the table and quietly bent the corner of the paper.

Flowers that bloom by absorbing nutrients from the human body, people entangled in water pipes and hanged in toilet stalls, music classrooms where weird music sounds are constantly heard at night...and so on.

The supernatural expression is natural and thinking.

The ordinary department members who flipped through the instructions on their hands showed a look of sympathy.

Lingyi started writing slowly, writing string after string of characters in a sloppy handwriting. It was only seven minutes ago when he handed over the paper he was writing on.

I seem to be waiting for someone, and there is a small chance that I am waiting for someone supernatural.

"In that case, you can ask someone to send him a schedule from the headquarters later, and also give him the reservation method. In the past, it was free for my own people, but for him... it can't be free either."

God knows you were confused later when you were looking for the number of pages to copy. I repeat that there is no benefit of low inspiration.

Tang Nuo, the humanoid lie detector, proved that someone lied during the meeting, but that only meant that he had to say more.
To be continued...