Peter Romanoff is the head of the New Testament branch of the Pink Detective Agency. However, he does not use his real name and identity in this industry. Sitting in his office at the moment, his face was covered with a silver-plated mask, and on the mask was a chilling smile. If you stare at that wrinkled smile for a long time, you will feel that there is no real smile in it. sickle
What he owns is a Queen-level mask with a silver-plated smile. It is very difficult to become a Queen-level explorer, which is something he is very proud of.
Chandler and Nick, who had failed to infiltrate, were also sitting in the office. They were both in a strange state. Chandler, who was carefree before, always opened his eyes in fear and looked left and right when talking. Nick, who had never spoken much before, became even more silent now.
After listening to their stumbling stories about the failed infiltration process, Boss Peter looked at the other person sitting next to him. The man was wearing a mask of a yellow-eyed jackal - "The Thief Jackal", a Queen-level mask evolved from the Sand Lemming. Sharif, his good comrade and partner.
Sharif said nothing. But the "Pious Guard" Minsk Wilder who was standing aside spoke up: "That guy finally said that he wanted us not to investigate them anymore, and if he showed up again, he would kill all the Pink Detectives in the New Testament?"
Chandler nodded.
"What a big statement." Sharif's voice was very low, "From the description, the explorer who uncovered you was just a Jack-level person.
"It's hard to judge the other leader, maybe Queen or King... However, the high probability is Queen - I don't think there is a King-level existence behind such a small sect...
"At the moment, the cards are not big, but the tone is big - what do you think we should do, Peter?"
After letting the two frightened detectives go out, Peter thought for a while, and then a voice came from under the silver-plated mask: "It's impossible to just let it go. Let us be embarrassed and dare to talk nonsense... I'm going to find out their depth.
“If it’s a small card that claims to be powerful, we’ll bite them hard and then earn money for reporting them.
"If the leader is a strong card, let the sheepdogs worry about it."
The Thief Jackal and the Pious Guard looked at each other and nodded approvingly.
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The night Sean uncovered the lurker, he went to the Explorer Center to obtain information about the New Testament branch of Pinker Detective Agency. This information is confidential to low-level explorers, but in order to facilitate the advanced tasks, it is fully open to them. sickle
From this, he learned about the core members of the New Testament branch: two Queens and one Jack, namely "Silver-Plated Smiley Face", "Stealing Jackal" and a "Pious Guard". This information was originally intended to facilitate the association's coordination of the manpower of this detective organization, but it allowed Sean to directly find out the enemy's situation.
A completely controllable range.
Based on this information, Sean arranged everything.
At noon on the second day of the initiation ceremony, Shawshank Rogers left the Walters Shoe Factory. Believers all thought that Mr. Rogers had gone home, but in fact, the Night Breeze leader was hiding nearby. Ms. Hershey's magical power allowed him to see into the entire shoe factory.
For a long time, Sean didn't notice anything strange, until during the lunch break, he discovered that a female worker named Harley did not go to rest, but quietly entered the office building...
The sounds and breaths coming from Harley were very weak. If Sean hadn't been alert in advance, he wouldn't have noticed that someone pretended to be one of his employees and sneaked into the shoe factory.
There is no doubt that this should be the "silver-plated smiley face" from Pink Detective Agency...
The silver-plated smiley face is a relatively rare mask, corresponding to some social rebels and pretenders. Symbolizing trickery and mastery of the occult. In real life, this kind of person may be a decent-looking housekeeper or a cunning businessman. In short, he has a lot of thoughts, but you can't know his true emotions after saying goodbye with a smile. When he puts his hands behind his back, you always wonder if he is hiding a dagger - this is the silver-plated smiley face.
He must have found a way to keep Harley at home, and the female worker played by the detective chief is exactly the same as the prototype, and is lifelike.
The other party's reaction was indeed as predicted... Sean blinked slowly in the dark room. The pale threat directed at the two anglers, coupled with the fact that he did not dare to actually hurt them, sent out a signal that was a bit bluffing. Therefore, the profit-seeking detectives will never give up their line so easily. However, due to the existence of the three-voiced nighthawk and the unknown leader, if you want to continue, the silver-plated smiley face or the thief jackal must personally conduct the investigation to ensure that there is no danger.
Apparently, one of their core members has arrived, and what Sean wants him to see next is...
"Workwoman Harley" had already reached the third floor, blocked the keyhole with her fingers, and using ectoplasm as the best lock-picking tool, quietly opened the door of Mr. Rogers' office.
Sean watched quietly. Watching the silver-plated mask tiptoeing around in his office. Soon after, he discovered something strange about a full-length mirror against the wall.
The full-length mirror is emitting some strange frequency, which seems to contain the meaning of another world. sickle
It was an obvious hint, and one that the Silver Mask, obsessed with intrigue and mystery, didn't miss. With his mind filled with all kinds of insidious schemes, he obviously understands what a mirror symbolizes.
A secret passage leading to a secret place, a pilgrimage path for believers.
This is a passage that probably leads to the core hinterland of this weak little god.
The original plan of Silver-plated Smiley, who took risks and sneaked into the leader's office, was to determine the strength level of leader Night Breeze, obtain the evidence needed for the report, and then see if he could blackmail him.
However, now that he has found the secret passage to the hinterland... his heart is beating loudly - usually, the wealth accumulated by the leader is most likely to be hidden in that kind of place. Not only that, even this weak little god is very likely to have C-level or even B-level mysterious heritage in its collection...
If the risks in that hinterland are controlled, they could make a fortune.
Thinking of this, Silver-plated Smiley decided to try to open this secret passage. And this process is too simple for him. He had already known about Yefeng's faith before. So he was standing in front of the full-length mirror, doing a self-supporting salute in a decent manner: "Thank you for listening to her."
After getting the correct password, the mirror instantly fogged up, and the fog became deeper and deeper, as if it was connected to something, and a forest scene with fluorescent spots appeared.
really!
The eyes of the silver-plated smiling face suddenly opened wide, as if opening a safe full of gold bars, staring straight at the seemingly nonexistent illusion...
However, the ecstasy did not go to his head and he calmed down.
In such an important hinterland, the opponent must be on guard. Besides, I really don't know the true strength of that leader yet... I can't enter rashly.
Even so, basic investigation is still necessary.
His right hand touched his face, and he made a gesture as if he was picking out his left eye. Then he put his hands together and put something on the back of his left hand. When the hand moved away, there was an eye blinking on the back of the hand. sickle
Then, he held his left wrist with his right hand and gently rotated it. After a few turns, his left hand was removed very strangely. There was a bone screw on the broken wrist...
He gently placed his left hand with his right eye on the ground. Then, the one-eyed hand climbed into the mirror passage as nimbly as a flesh-colored mouse.
Silver-plated Smiley felt his left hand touch the soft grass. My left eye saw a dark forest with candle-yellow light spots dancing in it. He did not forget to turn on his spiritual vision, nor did he forget to use the spiritual essence that partially entered due to the separation of his hands to feel the atmosphere of the entire space...
Soon after, his hand retreated from the mirror. While restoring the two organs, a very strange smile appeared on the face of the female worker Harley...
