Workaholic

What does it feel like to be rich?

The headquarters of Beating the Enemy is located in the Kukulu Mountain in the Republic of Batorchia.

Yes, headquarters, on the mountain.

It means that it has a wide range of branches across the continent, and...the whole mountain belongs to their family.

A gate of tens of thousands of tons, a dog that can eat super, private jets, private factories, training bases, and countless wild rare animals.And the ultimate fantasy maid for nerds.

He sat in the interrogation room, looking at a few incandescent lights in the dim room.

Is it worthy of being a big family?Even a lamp is so beautifully decorated, like a work of art.

In this interrogation room, in addition to him, there is a little fat man with a computer in his hand, who looks like a standard fat man, looking at him with narrowed eyes that almost become slits.

Mi Ji looked up and down at the young man sitting on the electric torture chair who seemed to be thinking about life, not sure what his elder brother was going to do.

There doesn't seem to be anything special about this guy.

If it is because of the three servants, the servants have already been found, and there is no need to spend even medical expenses. This man can't tell who he is, what is he doing?

"Master Mi Chi, do you want to have dinner? It's time for dinner." The head maid next to her lowered her head and asked.

"Go and tell mom that I want to eat in the interrogation room, bring the food here." Mi Ji said casually.

The head maid stepped back with her head down, and closed the door intimately.

Miji looked at the young man like looking at an animal, and then began to record the data.

The young man glanced at the other party curiously, and asked, "What are you doing?"

"Measuring your data." Miji replied impatiently.

"Congratulations, you are about to become a backup employee of the company that beats the enemy killer."

Mi Ji said, with a bit of sarcasm in his tone: "But an ordinary person like you is likely to die in the first level."

The young man tilted his head and glanced at him, and said something irrelevant.

"Do you like Two-dimensional?" The young man said, "This one looks like the latest one."

"Don't come near me."

"Oh." The young man blinked.

Then continue to look around.

"Do you have any unusual feelings?" He asked in a businesslike tone.

Ryan thought for a while: "The skull is a little... Painful? It's like being pricked by a needle."

That's the big brother's chanting needle...it was inserted so quickly?Mi Ji murmured in his heart, he didn't expect his elder brother to take him seriously—as a tool man.

Some strange memories flashed through the mind of the black-haired youth for a moment.

Maybe it's strange, but it's better to think that's the real one.

Red flowers, and black leaves, a familiar, rotten smell seemed to pour into the nasal cavity, deep into the stomach, very strange feeling, his tongue seemed to taste an indescribably sweet and greasy taste .

What is it?

The black-haired young man sniffed, his eyes swept over the remaining blood in the dark and cold corner, and saw the black and red on the barb of the whip on the wall.

Of course, the interrogation room is full of dead people...

But something seems different.

The black-haired young man felt a twitching pain in his head, and thought blankly, it should be a feeling of peace, without a sense of tyranny, and full of the last silence of the land of life.

Mi Ji stared at the other party, feeling a chill, and then something was wrong across his mind, as a member of the Hakka who beat the enemy, even if he was a technician who didn't go out, he was extremely sensitive to danger and some things.

Mi Ji raised his eyes, and the flesh on his face was instantly tangled into a ball, which looked ridiculous.

What the hell is this thing? ? ? !

Mi Chi took a step back.

The young man in front of him is not in the state of an ordinary person with nothing. Black silk threads continue to grow from behind him like life, and then gather together and twist together, turning into huge black flower buds, which bloom layer by layer .

The black, black flowers made of countless lines bloomed new red, and the faces of countless people changed in the stamens, as if they could hear each other's roars and shouts, full of distortion and resentment.

Not just one flower, countless black stamens are blooming full of vitality, not only resentment, but something that people sleep out of a flower, with a gentle smile on the corner of the mouth.

Laughter, rage, crying, peace... Every flower you bloom has a different face.

Their emotions are so vivid and empathetic, and the various emotions rushing to the face are like a kind of spiritual pollution, which almost collapses the comic in an instant.

But the black-haired young man didn't have any expression on his face, he just looked at the opponent who was the censor, who was constantly retreating and struggling in front of him, and didn't feel that there was anything wrong, and he didn't fight back.

Then the black-haired young man bent his wrist, and in a distorted posture, he broke his hand from the shackles behind him, and then reattached it.

He put his hand above his temple, and his black hair was lifted up. He stretched out his index finger and pressed it, then walked down from the electric torture chair, glanced at the interrogation instrument next to him, and picked it up. He took out a very long iron wire, found a brand new medical kit from the drawer that seemed to have never been used, took out a twister and a scalpel, and cut a hole at his temple.

Blood flowed out from inside, and the black-haired youth stuck the wire in, and the blood drenched most of the young man's face, looking very oozing.As if something was hooked, the tweezers approached slowly.And the hole above seems to be a black hole, not something made by normal things.

With the forceful pull, a long blood-red strip came out from the temple.

This is a needle.Thin and curved, it inserted into the top of his temple, and brought a trace of flesh down.

The moment the needle was taken out, everything became clear, and all the dusty memories in his mind burst and burst out.

"I..." Ryan... No, it was Wang Chaohua who stared blankly at his palm, and then faced Mi Ji who was about to rush out, showing a soft, sunny smile on his blood-stained face .

"Don't be in a hurry, kid."

Funny:! ! !

The confinement room is also inside the room of the interrogation room.

Role positions have been reversed.

The original inspector turned into a little chubby stuck on the chair.

The poor and unemployed migrants stood aside and looked at each other with a smile, still holding the other's notebook in their hands.

"That is to say, those girls who killed me were sent by your family?" Wang Chaohua looked at Miji's computer in surprise, and found a large list of employees in it.

Each one is quite detailed, it can be said that it has made the other party's interpersonal relationship clear, and it has written all the things that the mother doesn't know.

Wang Wanghua returned to the page and saw the one that originally belonged to him.

"Are you going to train me to be a killer?" He asked delicately.

"Huh? How can I see that I have this potential?"

"It's the science and technology department." Mi Ji replied stiffly: "Your thoughts and words are very interesting." It was simply mental pollution.

As he spoke, he raised his foot, trying to avoid a black flower that was about to entangle him.

He just wants to explode now, what the hell?What kind of weird mind ability is this?Fucking emotion control?then what?Concretization department?Traits?

Who will pull this away! ?

What about the butler and the maid?Why don't you come here! ?

Just as Mi Ji was burning with anxiety and cursing crazily, there was a knock on the door.

It's the head maid!

"Master Mi Chi, I have already brought the food for you, may I come in?" the head maid asked.

Come in quickly! ! !

"Get out, I haven't finished the interrogation, you just put them at the door and forget it."

The voice of "funny" was impatient and angry, as if you were very angry with your captive.

A qualified head maid would not ask the master anything, she obediently put the food cart at the door and left directly.

Feeling the head maid's thought ability go away, Mi Ji's face was distorted.

don't go!Come in and take a look! ! !

"Don't you feel that such a big and weird thought power doesn't belong to me at all!!?"

He looked at the smiling guy who spit out his own voice, Wang Chaohua shook his hand at him, and said lightly, "Kids who love Two-dimensional, do you know about dubbing culture?"

Mi Ji took a deep breath, and then looked at his wrist. He was not unprepared, after all, he was still a killer. Even if his ability to beat the enemy Hakka was very low, he was certified as a means of self-protection and passed the test anyway. If he really died in his own home, he would be ridiculed by Qi Ya for the rest of his life. No, he would have been laughed at if he knew about being held hostage.

Also, is this person's mind always pretending?He used "Ning", observed the other party carefully, and found a horrible thing...

Is this... a reading?

Mi Ji's mind was concentrated, and he shrank all the thoughts in his body, including the eyes. He was in the state of an ordinary person, looked over again, and a drop of cold sweat fell from his head, hitting the back of his hand, splashing splash.

The black flowers carried a strange aroma and smell of corruption, and moved towards the places that had been stained with a lot of blood, the leather whips hanging on the interrogation room were entwined, and the places that had not been cleaned were stained with more petals.

It's like drawing energy from the blood again.

And these... are seen by Mi Ji as an ordinary person. The problem is --- ordinary people can't see Nian at all! ! !

To see is to see, unless it is materialized? ?Realization?

What are you kidding?Mi Ji has seen how many reading abilities, and he sorted out a lot of materials. He saw the strange black line shaking on it.

This still gives people a creepy feeling of horror, but it is not mind pressure.

Mi Ji has seen the horror and weirdness of Alluka's [unidentified object] since he was a child, and he has not yet shown any signs of panic.In a world with mind ability, it is definitely not just the ability to fight, it is the peak. The strange and weird legends in the dark continent on the other side of the continent will always lure some strong people with a dangerous temptation.

The danger level of the [unidentified object] is not yet known. How many types of creatures are there in the Dark Continent or some other information is sealed in all aspects.

When Aluka's skills are activated, they can't feel any thought power, just like direct physical means, twisting people into hemp ropes out of thin air.

"Are you nervous?" Wang Chaohua raised his head and asked, "I thought all of your killers didn't change their faces. The maids in your family business basically didn't show any fluctuating expressions, and yours Your face has been changing since I tied you up..." The black-haired young man asked, "Has anyone ever said that your expression changes a lot? It's very interesting."

Miji, who was thought to be very interesting, now only thinks about someone receiving the signal he sent as soon as possible.

"The signal has been intercepted." The youth's devilish voice sounded.

"Your computer configuration is really good!" The black-haired young man said: "I always thought that the technology here is not very advanced, because the style of the mobile phone is really ugly, the mobile phone that looks like a beetle... really people will buy it ?"

That's the top ten Beetle phones on the best-selling list!Mi Ji forced himself to watch, really not knowing what the other party wanted to do.

Black flowers wrapped around the young man's pale fingertips, and the fluffy hair bloomed on it, full of a strange beauty, and what bloomed inside that flower was the tranquility of death.

"This doesn't look like the mind ability you mentioned." The young man: "It tells me that there are people here who can help me."

"In the back mountain—"

The ridiculous expression twisted instantly.

Alluka

【unidentified object】