Gao Yi walked to the window and looked at the misty night: "Are they the three disaster response teams of the East China Sea Executive Bureau?"
"Yes."
"You are not your opponent?"
"no."
Descartes' voice rustled: "In fact, because they know nothing about me, they don't pose much of a threat."
"Then what are you looking for me for?" Gao Yi was slightly relieved when he heard someone from the Executive Bureau came.
According to the original layout, Director Song should now get the credit for the entire incident, while Xiao Di takes the blame for the Lord of Dreams.
It is understandable that Xiao Di was targeted by the Executive Bureau.
After all, this incident has caused quite a stir in the city. Without the knowledge of the general public, they may really think that this is the latest projection technology.
But the Executive Directorate is different. After all, they are also an organization that specializes in dealing with abnormal events. I am afraid that from the first sight of the Lord of Dreams, they knew that this thing was extraordinary.
Gao Yi has been making plans these days, and Director Song must have been busy as well, probably thinking about how to get out of the situation all day and night.
Combined with Director Song's emotional ups and downs from what he saw and heard tonight, he definitely wants to liquidate the shady trading relationship between the two parties and kill the person who has the handle on him.
It is normal to have trouble now.
"I'll just ask."
Xiao Di whispered over there: "Mr. Gao, is there anything you need me to convey?"
"No."
Gao Yi half leaned on the window sill, his voice a little tired: "You can use it yourself, but don't go too far. It would be bad if you really force the skills of the people in the Executive Bureau."
The leader of the black mist said that humans divided the power of the gods and became a skill. But after all, it is not a flame that humans can control. The consequence of every use is to make life one step closer to the end.
Gao Yi originally thought that skills were something that could be used at any time, similar to superpowers. But now it seems that he was indeed wrong.
According to what Uncle Tan said before, the Executive Directorate should have used some unknown method to attach skills to special items so that subordinate executives can use them.
But because it will cause irreversible damage to the body, no one is willing to use it until the critical moment. No wonder Uncle Tan was so mysterious before, as if he had something to hide.
It was not my original intention to deal with these working executives. So there was no need to fight to the death.
This is what Gao Yi meant by what he said to Xiao Di.
On the other side, Xiao Di saw that Gao Yi had no other instructions after finishing his instructions, so he simply interrupted the communication.
"Xiao Yi, wash your hands and come over to eat."
Hearing the call from the kitchen, Gao Yi answered and walked over.
When I sat back in the living room, the party on TV had come to an end.
On the screen, the song "Unforgettable Tonight" slowly came to an end.
My uncle was caught playing mahjong, and his aunt was so violent that he was blasting gold coins in the family group. At this time, the brother and sister brought Gao Yi's mobile phone, and they had a great time grabbing it together.
Gao Yi fell into the sofa and looked at the scene in front of him.
He looked dazed and smiled unconsciously.
At some point, people will suddenly realize that time is passing quietly.
Only then did he suddenly remember that he had spent two months unknowingly from time traveling to the present, and at this moment he entered a new era.
"Disaster Warning"...
"Seven Wonders of Campus"...
"The nightmare is coming"...
Last year, he overcame one difficulty after another and got one good card after another.
And this year.
Before the possible "seasonal storm" in summer, what kind of difficult challenges will you face and what kind of colorful festivals will you welcome?
Gao Yi is full of expectations.
"Shh."
Auntie made a silent gesture.
Only then did the brother and sister find out.
Gao Yi has fallen asleep.
…
Donghai, Leshu District.
Bailiu Old Street.
It was early in the morning. After the tiring activity of fighting the New Year Beast, most people had already rested.
This old street, which was originally relatively deserted, was now completely silent.
The doors and windows of the shops on both sides were closed, and together with the old-fashioned residential buildings above, they cast large shadows.
The vehicle is covered with a layer of black gauze under the rendering, which contrasts with the monotonous white paint of the street trees, adding a bit more loneliness and coldness.
Snap, snap, snap.
Suddenly, subtle footsteps sounded from everywhere. A man in a black windbreaker was like a ghost walking at night, moving quickly and silently between various obstacles.
As if they had a goal, they glanced around silently, and finally stopped in front of a shop.
[Akin Processing]
It seems that the shop owner has just rented the shop and has not had time to move in the equipment. So now the interior is empty, and even the door is unlocked.
The door was pushed open silently, and people in black trench coats came in.
"Search."
The team leader gave the order concisely and concisely. The other team members immediately divided into four search teams in groups of three, and began searching the store extremely carefully.
"No."
"No."
"No."
After a round, the team returned without missing a beat, each saying that their team did not find anything unusual.
"Above." The team leader gestured to the door on the second floor.
Most of the ground floors of this old-fashioned building are shops open for business. The adjacent second and third floors are residential buildings in the community behind them.
There are two ways to enter the residential building.
The team members in black trench coats came to the door and stood ready. The team leader stepped forward, held the door handle, and turned it gently.
Unlocked?
He frowned and was about to open the door. Suddenly, his movements stopped again.
From the back of the door, there was a crisp sound of footsteps.
The team leader made a gesture, and the team members immediately looked tense.
3…
2……
1……
Click!
The team leader suddenly opened the door and was about to rush out at once, when his body suddenly stopped.
The team members walked towards the door and saw the same black trench coat walking out of the residential building.
"How are you doing there?"
asked the second team leader who was following him on the street.
A team leader who surrounded the residential building shook his head and looked puzzled: "Nothing was found."
"We obviously followed him here, but now we can't find him."
"Three groups."
One group held down the headset for a long time: "Did you find anything unusual?"
"No."
The third team leader who was conducting reconnaissance at a high place put down his equipment: "After he entered the building, we never observed any trace of him again."
It's really weird.
The three teams of the Disaster Response Office couldn't help but feel a little anxious.
In order to deal with Descartes, they were three groups with nearly fifty people dispatched together. But now not only have they not been caught, they have even lost all of them.
"Which of you has any skills that can be used to detect something like this?" the group leader suddenly asked.
Before taking action, the director told him very seriously that Descartes must be killed, otherwise the order of the entire East China Sea may be disrupted in the future.
In life, everyone has their own purpose in doing things.
But Director Song couldn't understand Descartes' purpose at all.
How could Director Song trust such a "partner" with his own handle and let him live?
Only if Descartes is dead can "Gao Yi" and his safety be guaranteed.