Tyrannosaurus Rex and Xiaojiaohua [The End Times]

"Are you sure that his unaltered memory will not be discovered?"

Ji Yi rested a long arm on the black lacquered sofa, touched the virtual light screen with one hand, and manipulated it flexibly with his slender fingers.

While reporting: "As of now, there is no movement on the Internet. It seems that the Security Bureau has deleted the memories of all the people present. Tsk, this is a physical effort."

Shen Dechuan, who just walked out of the combat simulation room, is bare-chested, with black hair wetly attached to his cold face, the sweat passes through the protruding collarbone, all the way down the hard and undulating muscles.

He lowered his head, grabbed a white towel with both hands and wiped two handfuls of his hair.

"You haven't forgotten, have you? Unless the other party's level is higher than mine, it's impossible to successfully hypnotize or manipulate memory."

Ji Yi coolly reminded, "If it is discovered that Qiao Muqi still remembers the invasion of the Clown of Destroyer, follow up all the way, maybe he will find out that there is something wrong with his identity."

"It's hypnosis." Shen Dechuan let go of his hand, the towel floated up by itself, and flew towards the bathroom.At the same time, a can of nutritional supplements appeared in his open palm, which was not close to clinging at all.

Ji Yi glanced over, and sighed pretendingly, "It seems that you killed someone again, in order to prevent his identity from being exposed."

"Not yet." Shen Dechuan threatened casually, "If you do what you should do."

Ji Yi curled his lips, "We're short on manpower. I see, I'll pick a hapless guy to de-hypnotize. By then, the news of the clown's invasion of the foreign capital will be enough for them to worry about, so naturally they won't be able to take care of him."

"Good evening, master—"

A mellow voice suddenly cut into the conversation.

"Hiss—" Ji Yi put on an exaggeratedly cold expression, "Every time I hear the voice of your light brain, I feel creepy. Can't you really switch to a normal electronic voice?"

Shen Dechuan glanced at him.

Ji Yi reacted quickly and made a zipper gesture around his mouth.

"Master, I don't know the video conversation request." The optical brain that was discarded in the corner was dutiful, and said: "According to the data analysis, there is an 80.00% possibility of coming from the same space."

"In the same space, there are nine out of ten people from the association." Ji Yi's figure gradually became transparent, and his voice remained, "Hide first."

Shen Dechuan didn't agree to the video conversation until Ji Yi was completely invisible.

A square screen immediately appeared in front of him, and a woman was imaged.

"The Devourer."

"Wisher."

The two greeted each other.

Wearing a black knit dress, the well-wishers clasped their hands across their chests and held a gray shawl between their elbows.

"In response to the destruction of the clown's invasion of the foreign capital, a meeting will be held tomorrow night in the central meeting area of ​​the Association of Aberrants, and all intermediate and high-level aptitudes are invited to participate." She spoke clearly, fixed her eyes on Shen Dechuan, and conveyed a very Affable, gentle fortitude.

The well-wisher added another sentence, "As the only person involved, and this is your first meeting after returning from exile, I hope you will be there."

Her posture is neither arrogant nor humble, she shows a beautiful equality, and she is sincere enough to be the same thing.

"The association finally clearly distinguishes between the invitation and the requirements. Congratulations." Shen Dechuan sloppily raised one corner of his lips, and answered by the way, "I will consider it."

End the conversation when you're done.

"That's the well-wisher?" Ji Yi's body spread out again, "The wife of the vice president of the Ability Association in the legend looks weak and weak, but it's probably not true that she can directly manage things after the vice president disappears. normal person."

"Any information about her?"

Shen Dechuan's question was also like a declarative sentence, with a flat tone.

Ji Yi closed his eyes for nearly 5 minutes before answering, "About 35 years old, with mid-to-high-level abilities. He married the vice president in 226 of the Dark Era, and gave birth to a son with high-potential abilities in the second year. Three years ago, his son was in trouble because of the ability riot. He was treated in a sanatorium under the name of the association, and there is no news until now. The vice president disappeared after organizing a fight against the beast tide last winter. At that time, the president was just elected. Some people said it was an internal struggle among the four major families supporting the association, and some said it had something to do with her , so she can only get the second-in-command position now."

Ji Yi opened his eyes, and said casually: "However, I extracted the following statements from the minds of low-level supernatural beings, and I guess they are just guessing."

After going through all the information in his head and remembering it firmly, Shen Dechuan pushed open the door of the bathroom.

"I should disappear, right? I understand."

Without Shen Dechuan's nonsense, Ji Yi disappeared in his territory in an instant.

Shen Dechuan took a hot shower in the empty bathroom, put on a white T-shirt and black trousers, and then disappeared into the supernatural space.

He shows up in a bedroom.

The bookshelves are filled with paper books eliminated by the new era in order of height, and the gaps are filled with various strange and useless handicrafts.There is a carpet on the ground, and the corners are occupied by lush green plants.Books, sticky notes, paper and pens are piled up messily on the desk and bedside table.The owner who owns all this sleeps peacefully in the bed, with a calming scent lingering on his body.

Shen Dechuan knew that the floor here would be replaced with a thick plush carpet in winter, and he also knew that each book would be carefully wiped of dust every other month at most.

Arbor roost persists in these fine old-fashioned habits for many years.

Qiao Muqi presents the characteristics of a typical person in Area B—slow pace, focus on quality of life, obsessed with the inefficient ancient civilization.

After circling the room, Shen Dechuan approached Qiao Muqi.

Suddenly, a layer of obstacles appeared in front of his eyes, thin and hard, emitting a faint light.

Even without blinking an eye, a protective cover of this degree will be swallowed at the speed of light.

Shen Dechuan saw the screen of the watch on Qiao Muxi's wrist light up.

"Little trick." Three words came out of his mouth.

The light on the screen quickly dimmed, disappearing into the night.

The day and night of this world were out of control thousands of years ago, and the night simulated by the artificial sky network is very light, because the layers of layers cannot completely block the light emitted by the real sun.

Shen Dechuan could see Qiao Muqi lying on his side, with one hand firmly grasping the corner of the quilt, sleeping unconscious.

He walked over step by step, sat on the edge of the bed, reached out and grabbed a handful of his light-colored hair and stroked it.

Sure enough, it still looks like a living person.

Shen Dechuan thought so casually, touched his face, and pinched him again.

In his sleep, Qiao Muqi issued a soft reminder like a kitten, and made a gesture to turn over.

Shen Dechuan blocked it with one hand.

Qiao Muqi's side face touched the obstacle, so he turned back in a daze.

"You always have to come back by yourself."

Shen Dechuan snorted softly, a little childishly proud.

He bent down and bit the other's soft lower lip, biting hard.Then he let the innocent one go like a firefighter, and just stuck his tongue out.

He is like a proud lion examining the territory, he is so meticulous that he refuses to let go of it, and he is vigilant to see if there are any signs of other people's intrusion.If there is, tear off thousands of pieces and make life worse than death for this daring enemy.

No.

Of course there is no trace of other guys.

Qiao Muqi's every bit of crying, laughing and silly sighs can be conveyed to him in a second, and there is no so-called privacy in this regard.He will always be the first person to get rid of fear, and he is an irreplaceable existence in the life of Qiao Muqi, a poor coward.

Unscrupulously, Shen Dechuan rolled up the opponent's soft tongue, which only knew to retreat, and brutally forced it to keep up with his rhythm.

But a distant sound suddenly came from the ear, breaking the ambiguous atmosphere.

"...is it in this building?"

"The sixteenth floor."

The familiar voice left the spot in the next second.

There is a weak fluctuation of abilities outside the door, and there are two more strange breaths.

Little by little, Shen Dechuan inserted his fingers into the crevices of the tree's perches, his scarred palms pressed tightly against the back of his hand, bent his fingers as if embracing, and firmly held that hand on one side.

He lifted his eyelids and raised his upper body, his gloomy eyes were aimed at the door.

The people outside tentatively sensed the deterrence that could not be ignored without form, held their breath, and turned the supernatural power into a small air current, crossed a mechanical door and rushed in to test.

Shen Dechuan swallowed it up and gave it back a hundred times more.

The violent energy hit the chest of those who came, causing them to retreat again and again, their faces pale, and they vomited a mouthful of black blood with difficulty.

Shen Dechuan lifted his lips and uttered the word 'roll' in a low voice.

The opponent fled.

Mostly clowns.

The Security Bureau and the Supernatural Association jointly suppressed supernatural beings, and the forces of both sides were evenly matched, and they were in a heated stage.The destruction organization of external forces was born out of nowhere.

The next step may be a three-way struggle.

Shen Dechuan stared at Qiao Muqi's hazy face, intending to wait and see what happened.

Qiao Muqi is still like all ordinary people without supernatural powers, knowing nothing.

Shen Dechuan's fingers were ravaging the swollen lips of the arbor.

He will know nothing.

The author has something to say: Ji Yi = official plot reveals NPC = key points