Now that the risks in [Game] are gradually decreasing, [Blood Demon] has become the most important target of the Black Guards.
Of course, the ascent of lesser demons is complicated. Humans have very little experience with such behemoths.
"Hmm... The seventh Dragon Ball has only fallen in the past hundreds of years. As for the eighth one, maybe it will take several decades?"
Thinking of this, Lao Lu, who was on paid leave, closed his eyes. I'll take a nap first, you can do whatever you want.
He is such a peaceful person.
The sound from the headphones is quite noisy.
"We can't take action after the eighth dragon ball falls. By then it will be too late!"
"...In foreign ** areas, a small number of red mist incidents occurred, causing hundreds of people to disappear."
"This accident happened overseas and attracted the attention of many supernatural organizations. Compared with the past, the red mist has expanded. Anyone who entered the red mist will never return, and all the buildings inside have disappeared. It is said that the red mist has
The place where the fog appears is a hospital, using the slogan of science and technology to bring people back to their youth."
"Hey, the Blood Demon has been making waves overseas for a long time."
"People overseas are greedy and don't know that sudden longevity has to pay a price. Many wealthy people secretly use certain supernatural effects to extend their lifespan, which has accelerated its rise."
"This phenomenon also exists among the wealthy class in our country..."
The participants present were all discussing seriously. Although the black-clad guard has a transcendent status, he cannot see everything in society.
To embrace capital, one cannot help but accept the benefits of capital and bear the disadvantages of capital. What's more, morality cannot withstand the test. Even the Black Guard investigators themselves are at risk of corruption.
When talking about this, one of the old men sighed deeply: "No matter what, encircling and suppressing the [Blood Demon] will be an important task of our era."
However, its core ontology has never been truly found.
Therefore, it is extremely difficult to truly solve this anomaly.
Someone expressed their own suggestion: "Perhaps we can use [game] to find the identity of [Blood Demon]? Isn't it biased towards us humans?"
"But how to use it? [The game] is not under our control."
"Players, we must find players as soon as possible!"
So the direction of the discussion turned to looking for illusory "players" who only existed in fantasy.
Lu Tianming listened to everyone's discussion on Conch Headphones and shook his head immediately.
"Unrealistic, unrealistic."
Going on a business trip has reduced a lot of worries.
I originally wanted to go back early, but now... it seems good to lie down for a while.
After all, he has completed such an important task, so there is no need to investigate the Blood Demon anymore, right? There are so many geniuses in the world, and these geniuses must be allowed to make some contributions.
But soon, someone talked about him, and he didn’t know who was asking: “No. 12, you are a refugee from the paradise of paradise, and you lived there for a while during your childhood.”
"You should know more about the Blood Demon."
Why is it me again?
Lu Tianming opened his eyes and said, "Everything I know has been recorded in the file."
"As for the rest, I really can't remember. I was just six years old at that time. How many people can remember things from when they were six?"
"I only remember that it was a village with white mist inside, an unknown grandma kidnapped me, and an old man who was like a god descending to earth. I really don't remember the rest..."
The voice in the headset said: "But this information is very important, extremely important! If it doesn't work, you can go to [Game] for a soul repair surgery. The organization can reimburse you for the money spent."
Lao Lu gave a bitter smile: "My soul is not damaged, I just forgot some things naturally. Even if the soul is repaired, it will be useless."
"I only remember that at that time, every day when I woke up, I had an extremely strong sixth sense...I wanted to escape from here."
"I bear malice from all directions all the time, but I was six years old at the time. I was helpless and couldn't do anything. Once I leave, I will die immediately."
"At that time, my brother, who was suffering from the same illness, took me out of panic... I should have said this in the past, right?"
Everyone was listening carefully to his memories.
"He shielded me from the wind and rain with an incredible strength...I just followed him step by step. Some of the details in the middle were forgotten."
"It wasn't until I joined the Black Guards and conducted post-mortem analysis that I realized the weird and terrifying aspects of 'Xanadu'. You should know clearly that whether I am a human being in this world is still in an unknown state. I may come from a parallel world.
Forget it, it doesn’t really matter..."
Several of the analysts nodded slightly. Lu Tianming had no genetic kin in Daxia.
In other words, he is probably a human from a parallel world who traveled to the current world.
Of course, this problem is not that big.
As long as it is human, there will be no reproductive isolation.
Lao Lu has already taken root in this world and even has a child, no matter where he comes from.
"In short, my 'brother' forcibly bypassed all the disasters in the terrifying village and brought me out like a bottle of oil. This kind of power is hard for me to imagine."
"All the clues, including the last letter left by old comrade Li Xianfeng, were found by my brother."
"Without my 'brother', we would know nothing about the Blood Demon and would be helpless. It is precisely because of his existence that we know some information."
Someone said in the earphone: "Well, you are right, but don't underestimate yourself... If we really know nothing about the Blood Demon, we will also take action to try to know something."
Lu Tianming is forty-five years old this year. As a true S-class investigator, he has experienced all kinds of strange scenes and knows many mysteries of the world.
But when I think back to my "brother" and the "paradise" I once had, I am still as confused as a child facing a strange world, panic-stricken but with a hint of indescribable curiosity and excitement.
Yes, what humans know is still too little compared to what they don’t know...
The more you know, the more you don’t know; the more you know, the more you fear.
So far, with his vague memory, he still cannot understand how he survived.
That brother who is four years older than him is as powerful as a god descending from heaven!
That kind of god-like wisdom is difficult to understand even from the perspective of a 45-year-old, not to mention that he was only six years old at that time.