"Hey! What are you doing! Isn't there something wrong with this system detection?!" - Sailor
"How do you say it?" - Albinism
"I also mentioned that there is a god in this world! But the system rejected it for me!" - Sailor
He looked at the screen. In the dark cabin, his eyes staring at the screen were frighteningly white.
His face was swollen because the life in the cabin was harsh enough.
The vitamins that had not been replenished for a long time were gradually showing their effects. There were some ulcers on his fingertips, and there was a small granule growing in the white and soaked wound.
Like the deepest part of a flower.
He bit the wound on his hand and pulled out the bit of granulation with his front teeth.
He listened outside, and it seemed that the patrolling crew members were far away from here.
He tapped the screen, with a bit of resentment on his face, or a bit of revenge against the world.
"You said it too? Do you have any evidence?" - Thousand Faces Man
"What basis? How can something like God have any basis?" -Sailor
"You have no basis, but I do. This is the reason why the system rejects you." - The Thousand-Faced Man
"I do not understand……"
Halfway through typing the words in his hand, the fairy tale author sent out a new message.
"In other words, we must put forward some arguments based on evidence. Otherwise, the system will directly reject our 'knowledge of transactions'." - Fairy Tale Author
"Yes, that's it. You won't get the result when predicting tomorrow's lottery numbers, but if you know what will be drawn tomorrow, the system is enough to judge." - Thousand Faces Man
"What if the information I know is this number, but it is changed later?" - Albinism
"It's very simple. If it is true now, it will pass, but what happens after that, the system cannot hold accountable." - Thousand Faces Man
“What if what I’m learning is false?” - Albinism
"Cannot be traded." - The Man with a Thousand Faces
"You know it all." - Albinism
In front of the screen, a girl with constant hair loss was typing on the keyboard. Her fingertips left blood on the keyboard. The blood dyed the keycaps red and seeped into the bearings.
"No... no. I can't be the first one to be exposed..." She lowered her voice, but as soon as she spoke, she couldn't stop coughing.
She covered her mouth, her eyes dilated and tears mixed with blood dripped from the corners of her eyes.
She ferociously took the medicine on the table and poured it into her mouth in large gulps.
After drinking about half the bottle, she breathed a sigh of relief.
She looked behind her and saw the door to the room swinging gently.
"I can't be the first to ask..." She whispered, and suddenly saw the Thousand Faces Man sending a reward message in the chat room.
"Demand - several weak souls. Remuneration: negotiable." - Thousand Faces Man
"He is so natural? Why did he send the first commission so openly? Isn't he worried at all?" She looked at the reward on the screen, picking at the fallen hair on her chest with her fingertips, thinking a lot.
"It's done. After this news is sent out, more people will think about it next time."
Chen Qing stretched himself and closed the computer screen.
In fact, the next moment he sent the message, someone had already found him.
But he looked at the message sent by the other party and had no intention of replying immediately.
The reward he needs is a channel, or to deliver a message for him.
Send a message to the organization he wishes to kill.
"I have more than twenty strangely tainted souls on hand.
They can all be extracted.
I can give it to you, but you have to pass a key to the Foundation for me.
I think you should know what a foundation is. "
On his screen, a message came from the sailor.
Yes, he knows, of course he does.
Even the website is inspired by the foundation's website.
But he didn't want to agree to the other party so quickly.
He is not in a hurry yet, and he is not yet ready to let onlookers enter.
Simply put, it's not attractive enough.
And desire, this thing, will become bigger because of waiting...
Just when he was bored and ready to find something to do to pass the time, a phone call interrupted his thoughts.
"Huh?"
He looked at the incoming call on the screen, and Jiang Wan's name made him a little curious.
"What's wrong?" He answered the phone and listened to the voice of the person on the other end of the phone.
"Is the number you gave me correct?" There was a hint of surprise in her voice.
"What's wrong?" Chen Qing listened and asked again: "Did the phone call have results?"
She said "hmm", frowned, and looked at the screen in front of her.
"The mobile phone number you gave me is completely empty. When I check it in the history database, I can't find any trace of it being used.
No records could be found regarding hotels and transportation.
As for the holder, I investigated from the operator and found that the owner of this number bought the number around... when the operator was first established.
For so many years, I have not stopped paying my phone bills. "
"Where's the payment account?"
"Anonymous." Jiang Wan frowned again: "The establishment time of this account is also very old. I checked it based on the transaction records, but the final result was not satisfactory.
There is a leather bag company that specializes in transfers, but the source cannot be found. "
"The other party established the transaction in cash?"
"Yes. In offline transactions, the funds have been recirculated long ago, and there is no way to check them."
He exhaled, as if everything was back to square one.
Some people are maintaining everything around them, maintaining this false tenderness.
"Where's my uncle's?"
"This is interesting." Jiang Wan raised her eyebrows and her tone was a bit funny.
"oh?"
"He was caught soliciting prostitution 16 times, taken away for investigation 4 times for gambling, and had two records of domestic violence. Once he reported it to the police, and once his wife reported it."
The voice in the receiver he picked up was almost silent.
"Your uncle is also a talented person."
"Tsk."
