"I wish to trade with you."
The text on the screen paused for a while, and then continued: "But unfortunately, I don't have the secrets and information you want.
I only have some worldly things and only a few connections.
If you need it, or if you like my resources.
I would be happy to trade with you. "--Albinism.
He looked at the words on the screen, touched his chin and became curious.
He actually had a rough idea of who was on the other side.
On the first day these users logged into the forum, Chen Qing used a Trojan horse to steal some of the login information.
Such as text messages and address books.
Through these contents, he had a rough impression of the people behind the screen.
She said it was true that she had a lot of sex, and the medical expenses of nearly hundreds of thousands a month are the best proof.
Those drugs mixed with cocaine and ephedrine are symbols of money and capital.
He thought for a while and nodded in front of the screen.
"I need this deal."
He whispered, typing words on the keyboard.
"Okay. I can tell you some of the information you want to know.
At the same time, I need 'information' and money in return. "
This was a private chat, and within two seconds, a reply came from the other side.
"Information? Sir, I'm afraid the information you need... I can't provide it to you."
Chen Qing frowned slightly, sir?
It seems that these users have also communicated in private.
"You might as well listen?"
On the other side of the screen, a girl with a face as pale as paper coughed twice.
"Yes. Of course sir."
"One: I need information about recent rumors and articles about the keyword 'cleft woman'.
Two: I need recent rumors and information about the keyword 'Skinner'.
The above two contents, whether it is video, text or music.
I hope you can collect as much as possible for me. This is just a simple manual labor. I believe you can do it.
At least you can hire someone to do it. "
She looked at the words on the screen and nodded slightly.
Yes, it's really easy.
"Three, I need a certain amount of funds. The funds depend on what questions you ask and what information you need. Now, it's up to you."
She looked at the words on the screen, drank the cough water in her hand, endured the pain in her chest, and placed her fingertips on the keyboard.
Knocking lightly, the speed is getting faster and faster.
Word by word, she typed and deleted, deleted and typed again, repeating one sentence more than a dozen times, and finally edited it into one sentence and sent it out.
"Extraordinary people, what can they do?"
"What can be done? A lot can be done. What do you want to ask?"
"Superhuman strength? Far beyond ordinary functions, all kinds of incredible abilities."
"Two hundred thousand."
"make a deal."
“Yes, it’s all you said.
You might be able to..."
Chen Qing hesitated for a moment, turned his head and glanced at Bu Zhaozhao who was standing by the window. She propped her head and looked towards the street.
“You can look up superpower programs from the 1980s.
Maybe the words inside sound like fantasy, but I can tell you for sure.
Extraordinary people can do all of that. "
"Extraordinary people... can do this if they involve extraordinary power?"
"fifty thousand."
The woman looked solemn, as if she was thinking about various possibilities.
"Before two million. I will agree to any amount you propose.
Please answer directly. "
Chen Qing looked at it with joy.
"Investigator. Maybe he is only half stronger than an ordinary person, or half weaker than an ordinary person.
Some people have arms and legs that reach the sky, and some people are weak and pitiful.
Investigator, the general name of this extraordinary person, only represents a possibility. "
“I’ve heard that Extraordinary… no.
The investigator's power comes from those ghosts and spirits. "
"Heh...some people manipulate souls, but that doesn't mean everyone is keen on using it.
To be honest, the value of this question will be very high.
You think clearly whether you want me to answer or not. "
The girl looked at the words on the screen, and there was a rare trace of blood on her pale face.
"please."
“Non-relics—resentments—emotions—death—corpse.
All disasters that are related to the unknown and that ordinary people avoid are the source of the investigators' strength.
I told you that gods exist.
Then I can tell you that the god is dead, and the god's body may be the target of many investigators.
Each of the taboos and curses sung in the story represents the investigator's climb. "
He finished typing in one breath, his eyes were bright, he looked at Bu Zhaozhao's back and entered the remaining words.
“The back room is the place where the remains of gods, curses, corpses, evil spirits, hatred, and taboos gather.
Those thousands of back rooms are full of taboos.
Those who cross the taboo are investigators. "
She looked at the text, and a trace of blood flowed from the corner of her mouth.
"That's right... that's right!"
She gritted her teeth, afraid that her voice would be heard.
"I've been looking for so many people... and finally there's... it's really extraordinary..."
She smiled heartily: "Call the investigator.
I finally hooked up with a real investigator.
It’s not a loss. "
She whispered and asked [Man with Thousand Faces].
“How much does this message cost?”
"Two million nine hundred thousand."
"Very reasonable."
She continued: "I hope to get more information from you, but I don't have enough liquidity on hand. Can I owe you one?"
"If I didn't owe the previous items.
Can. "
"Non-relics - can people get intense pleasure that exceeds what the nerve center can bring?"
He was silent for a while and typed two words.
"Yes. Far more effective than any medicine in the world."
"Do you know what's going on with me?"
“I have met many addicts, but addicts will not be so calm and seek information in a false world.
If you are not, then there is only one kind of person who needs this kind of intense pleasure. "
The girl's face was crimson, and the blood that fell from the corner of her mouth was just wiped casually and then brushed aside.
She was very excited. She had never felt that her life was so bright.
The more powerful the person on the other side of the screen, the Thousand-Faced Man, is, the smarter he is.
The more it proves that he did not find the charlatan this time.
“Non-relics, for those who are not mentally strong enough, they will destroy the holder’s sanity.
That false sense of satisfaction is enough to make every victim fall deeply into it. "
"If my mental strength can sustain it..." She was silent for a while.
"Do you want money, sir?"
"This one is free."
He was happy and typed: "If you can control it, congratulations, you have stepped into the door of another world.
By the way, this is additional information.
There is a barren hill in the suburbs of Lingnan, Jiangnan - there are mass graves on the barren hill.
Wait until two months later.
That is the day of Ghost Festival.
There is a back room that will lose its rules and taboos to enter.
On that day, everyone could go directly into the back room. "
