Original God, looking for the heart

This was Mo Bei's innermost thoughts. He knew the character of the skirmishers, at least in the current situation, he could not say it, and he could not let the skirmishers hear such words.

"Sir, how about we make an appointment at a time and place?"

"What do you want to do?"

"I have a unique investigative method. Of course, it's a secret."

"Interesting." What else could he, the executive, not know? "In that case, come with me."

Mo Bei put down his chopsticks and followed the soldiers obediently.

...

——Exclusive office for the sixth seat——

It is warmer than a wooden house. Bing Bing's cool fingers recovered instantly.

Skirmishers' rooms are generally purple. When you enter, you can see an office desk. The pile of documents on the desk is like two hills. To the right is a huge wooden bookshelf for displaying books. Looking to the left again, there is a glass display cabinet. The cabinet is divided into several levels, and some display items are inevitably displayed in it.

His eyes fell on a white cup. Mo Bei always felt that the shape and material of this cup were a bit strange. Judging from the shape, it can only be said that it looks like a cup, but it can actually hold liquid. Judging from the material, it is not glass or porcelain. It's white in color and has lines... more like bones.

"Have you taken a fancy to this thing?" The skirmisher came around behind Mo Bei at some point. The two people's faces were reflected on the glass.

Mo Bei turned around in shock, his heart beating rapidly. From this point of view, the distance between the two people is very close.

"I'm just curious about the material this item is made of. I have absolutely no idea of ​​'taking' your stuff!"

The skirmisher was amused: "Humph, even if I give it to you, you can't hold it."

"This 'wine cup' was obtained from a disobedient subordinate - perhaps it would be more appropriate to make it from him."

The skirmisher recalled the subordinate who tried to deceive him - that night, a sharp knife penetrated his body and nailed the masked fool to the wall. He was not in a hurry to draw the knife, but waited until the man's blood had coagulated before taking it out - this way, the floor would not be stained.

As for the "cup", the skirmishers cut off the head on a whim and carved it carefully with their own hands over several nights - as the first collection.

Between his neck, there was a purple knife made of lightning: "You have to know the consequences of betraying me."

Mo Bei has already encountered a similar situation. No matter once, twice...the answer will not change in every life. Since you want to hear it, I will respond to you.

"I will definitely not have such thoughts."

"...It better be this way. Otherwise, your eyes will also become one of my collections."

"Why do you always care about my eyes?" This is a question that has troubled Mo Bei for a long time.

"The only thing that catches my eye is you. If you are afraid, you still have a chance to quit now."

"My mind is made up."

The skirmisher took out his token and explained that with this, he could enter and leave his office freely.

(After Mo Bei left)

"Sir, you just put an object representing your identity into the hands of a stranger."

"So, my decision-making needs your permission?"

"My subordinates dare not!"

Soon the soldiers saw a man who had been hanging from a tree for a day.

——Wooden house——

Since the original beginning is here, there must be a clue.

The biggest advantage of Mobei for ordinary people is that it has Zhuyue.

"As long as you backtrack, you can get clues!"

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