Gu Jianlin noticed that the expressions of the three people opposite him were strange, so he explained: "We are trying to synchronize, please sit down."
Tang Ling just nodded briefly, which was regarded as saying hello to the others.
"Hey, you, how embarrassing that is."
Cheng Youyu was also a thick-skinned person, so he immediately took his two companions to sit down and prepared to eat melon.
"Synchronized? What happened?"
Gu Jianlin thought for a while and briefly summarized the matter.
Unexpectedly, after hearing this, the little fat man immediately waved his hand: "Hey, I'm wondering what's going on. Although I'm not an Omega and it's not my turn to go to the rescue operation, I'm good at setting the pace, and I'm the leader of the forum. . Don’t worry, I will go back and post this tonight to ensure that no one dares to accept this task from the Tribunal.”
"You can trust the little fat man in this regard, he can turn black into white."
Zhang Cheng complained: "It will be useless even if the divination team determines that the risk is low."
Nie Xiangsi said: "He has more than 600 trumpets."
Gu Jianlin was a little surprised. He began to suspect that the nickname of this chair murderer was the little fat man.
But he has no evidence.
"let's start."
Tang Ling handed her thin right hand to him.
For some reason, there is always the elegance and nobility of a queen who reaches out her hand and asks you to kiss your hand.
Gu Jianlin stretched out his hand and intertwined his fingers with hers again.
"If you don't want me to see your memories, you can focus on something else."
Tang Ling said calmly.
Gu Jianlin hummed.
For a moment, the two people's spiritual exchanges began.
Gu Jianlin clearly felt that his spirit was fluctuating. A wave of unfamiliar memories poured into his mind like a sea wave. The fragmented scenes were fleeting and disappeared in the deepest part of his consciousness.
The wasteland sunk under the sea, the broken mountain ridges, and the flowing lava.
The sky is filled with flowing sea water.
A huge, decayed ancient tree with countless ancient bronze coffins hanging from its branches.
With a loud rumble, the coffin lids fell down, and the pale corpses opened their eyes. They were wrapped in shrouds, as if they had grown together with their skin, and their bodies were covered with ugly wrinkles.
They opened their blood-red eyes, with weird smiles on their faces, and fell to the ground on all fours.
The crawling posture of these living corpses is twisted and weird, but they are extremely fast.
Gu Jianlin seemed to have turned into a white-haired girl. He thrust the Thunder Giant Sword into the ground with his backhand, turned the blade with all his strength, and crisscrossed cross sword energy burst out!
"Run away! You can't stay here for long!"
That was the roar of the nano warriors, and more than twenty burly soldiers wearing steel armor helped them retreat.
They were also carrying a dark stone coffin, which was shaking violently.
At the same time, there was a violent explosion in the distance, and it seemed that a fierce battle was taking place.
At this moment, a strange red mist filled the air and drowned everything.
There was silence, and the whole world lost its sound.
The red mist spread like blood, covering everything.
However, in this red mist, Gu Jianlin seemed to feel something flashing past.
When the red mist dissipated, everything disappeared, only some clues remained on the ground.
The memory is suddenly interrupted!
The interlocked hands also separated at this moment.
"Hoo, hoo."
Gu Jianlin breathed a long sigh of relief, even though he was peeking into other people's memories, it was like watching a movie.
But the immersive and depressing feeling is extremely real.
It can easily affect your mood.
"Are you okay?"
Tang Ling didn't ask about the result. Instead, she handed a cup of Coke to him and looked at him with a strange look.
It was obviously a simple concern, but the three people on the other side were a little surprised.
Cheng Youyu and Zhang Cheng looked at each other with gossipy eyes.
Especially Nie Xiangsi, as a girl, she has the most delicate thoughts, her eyes widened in surprise.
Gu Jianlin took a few seconds to calm down.
He shook his head and asked casually: "What did you see in that bloody mist?"
Tang Ling said calmly: "There is nothing, I just vaguely feel that there is something there, and that thing makes me very afraid. If you don't see it clearly, you can look at it a few more times."
"No, I've memorized all the details."
Gu Jianlin took a swig of Coke and said firmly, "That's a person."
As soon as these words came out, Tang Ling was surprised: "Human?"
"Although I'm peeking into your memory, I'm observing from your first perspective. I can feel your feelings. It's a feeling of being spied on. Someone is staring at you from beginning to end. That red patch There should be someone in the fog, and that person looked at you in the fog and then left."
Gu Jianlin paused: "But I noticed the traces he left on the ground."
Tang Ling looked at him deeply: "Can you profile more specific information about that person?"
"Profiling is not as magical as you think. It is essentially derivation from clues. Sometimes it requires strong intuition, which is the sixth sense. For example, a nano warrior passing by at this time."
Gu Jianlin raised his hand, looked at a group of soldiers running outside the restaurant, and said calmly: "The leader, you see, he has strong muscles, strong and capable running posture, as well as facial lines, hair quality and volume . A little more detail, such as the eyes, the wrinkles at the corners of the eyes, the length of the nails, etc."
"I need to see these external characteristics to deduce what kind of person this is. The simplest ones are age and occupation. I guess the age from his external state and judge the occupation from the external characteristics. So profiling ordinary people is more It’s easy because they basically don’t hide themselves and there is no misleading information.”
He said: "In the supernatural world, some people will create a lot of misleading characteristics in order to hide their identity. This is indeed a very troublesome thing for me. It will affect my intuition."
Tang Ling was silent for a second: "So, the profile can't be drawn?"
"That's not true."
Gu Jian Lindan said calmly: "It would be different if extraordinary powers were used."
Ever since he entered the supernatural world or developed spirituality within his body, his profile has changed.
It's like expanding the scope of application of the ability, not just profiling the personality.
You can also draw an extraordinary image of the other party.
"Do you have paper and pen?"
Gu Jianlin asked.
Tang Ling was slightly startled: "Are you sure you want to draw now?"
Gu Jianlin frowned and asked, "What's wrong?"
Tang Ling glanced at his face: "Your condition doesn't look that good."
Gu Jianlin waved his hand: "It's a small matter."
It's just the side effects of looking at beautiful women.
"Quick, quick, ask the waiter to get a piece of paper!"
Cheng Youyu said excitedly.
Without saying anything, Zhang Cheng ran directly to the front desk and brought a pen and paper.
Nie Xiangsi's eyes were bright.
When she was a child, she had heard about how magical Professor Gu's profile was.
Now, she could see it with her own eyes.
Gu Jianlin took the paper and pen. He had studied sketching for a while to pass the time.
As the pencil rustled on the paper, a simple sketch was completed.
"Here, this is the person."
He paused: "I drew his expression based on my intuition. If you ask me why, I really can't tell you, but the way he looks at you makes me think he is smiling."
Tang Ling took the sketch and her stern eyes suddenly became sharp.
It was a man wearing a white robe, with long pale hair, and the facial features on his face were relatively vague. He could only see a weird smile, but there was another attitude behind him.
It was a man carrying more than a dozen rusty iron swords. His whole body was filled with awe-inspiring sword aura, and his whole body was covered with mournful sword marks. It was so huge that it was unimaginable, and there was actually a dark dragon wrapped around it.
"He only stared at you, wondering if he knew you."
Gu Jianlin paused: "The Sword Sect path is at least the sixth level."
Tang Ling stared at the sketch for a long time, then folded it solemnly and put it in his pocket.
"I understand, thank you."
She reminded: "If nothing else happens, the senior officials of the Ethereum Association will give us a reply soon. By then, there should be candidates in your second echelon training. Well... you have to pay more attention to Ten Thousand People Instructor Tu, that guy is already terminally ill, and you should know why."
Gu Jianlinxin said that of course he knew, otherwise he wouldn't have tortured himself like this.
"By the way, I heard that you subdued the little princess."
Tang Ling said word by word: "Great job."
After saying that, she picked up the piano case and turned to leave.
Gu Jianlin turned to look at her back, thoughtfully.
If nothing else, this woman knows the person in the painting.
So instead of doubting the authenticity of the profile, she took it and left.
"Brother Lin."
Cheng Youyu gossiped: "You also said that you and Senior Sister Tang didn't have an affair!"
Gu Jianlin frowned: "What do you mean?"
Cheng Youyu pouted: "Stop pretending! We've all seen it."
Zhang Cheng looked full of admiration and gave a thumbs up: "This is the successor personally selected by the King of Natural Disaster and Silver. Even though she is only at the fourth level now, it is because she wasted too much time on Ji Lei, but now she has accumulated a lot of experience. It’s time. Do you believe that it doesn’t take three months to advance to the fifth level?”
"Senior Sister Tang is very cold, and it is difficult to get in touch with her whether she is white-haired or red-haired. But she seems to treat you differently, and she does not even object to physical contact with you."
Nie Xiangsi said quietly: "Besides, she almost never cares about people."
Gu Jianlin looked at the cup of Coke being pushed over in front of him and fell into deep thought.
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That night, Tang Ling stood on the balcony of the apartment building with her piano case on her back and looked at the sea.
"The news has been reported to the teacher."
Bai Simu sat on the sofa, watching the night variety show channel, and said in a gentle and beautiful voice: "Junior sister, you don't need to think too much about this matter, and you don't need to face him in person. He is not something you can deal with."
Tang Ling hummed: "I know."
"Well, as long as you control your emotions, you can just bring Junior Sister Mu back."
Bai Simu said gently: "Speaking of which, the teacher is very interested in that boy."
Tang Ling turned her head and was slightly startled.
Bai Simu glanced at her and said: "Gu Jianlin, like you, has mastered the breathing technique and advanced to the third level in less than a month. This speed is very amazing, and his profile is very useful. Only It’s a pity that Fuso Shrine cursed him and he can only live to be forty years old.”
"But his talent is really amazing, even the teacher is a little moved."
She paused: "If possible, the teacher allows you to have more contact with him."
Tang Ling said oh, her plain and delicate face expressionless: "Teacher, you want to..."
"After all, he happens to be in the third level. This is the only chance to change jobs."
Bai Simu said: "If he is willing to transfer to the Sword Sect path, then the teacher can accept him as a closed student."
Tang Ling's eyes were suspicious: "Teacher is actually tempted."
Although the teacher said that when he accepted her as a student, he said that she would be a closed disciple.
But she doesn't care if there are multiple junior brothers.
That boy seemed to be three years younger than her.
"It wouldn't be surprising if you knew how long it took that young man to enter samadhi."
Bai Simu said quietly: "Ten seconds."
Tang Ling subconsciously tightened her grip on the balcony railing.
"Can you dig it here?"
she asked with a frown.
"It may not be hopeless. After all, the Blue King... is a well-known lunatic."
Bai Simu said: "That young man probably still doesn't know what the King of Blue has done."
Tang Ling was silent for a second and then hummed.
"But we don't know much about that boy's character yet."
Bai Simu said softly: "What did you see in his memory?"
Tang Ling didn't say anything. She recalled the scene she saw when she was in tune.
Empty room.
The cold moonlight cast a shadow on the bed.
The boy sat beside the bed and stared out the window.
"Nothing, I'm leaving."
Now that the teacher has confirmed it, she has to hand over the sketch to the senior management.
She left the apartment, passed by various investigators and nanosoldiers, and came to the base office building.
However, she was stopped on the first floor of the base office building.
Councilor Zhang looked stern, wearing a white suit, sitting on the sofa, his eyes sharp.
Deacon Nie stood by his side with a serious face.
In addition, there is also a slightly familiar member of the Omega Sequence.
It was a young man with blond hair and blue eyes, wearing a black wizard uniform and holding a crystal ball in his hand.
The Omega sequence, codenamed Dream Demon, ranks twelfth.
Behind him are three guardians, all of whom are psychics.
One of them is Li Yijie, who was tricked by a body double during the mission to wipe out the Yan family.
"Is something wrong?"
Tang Ling said expressionlessly.
Councilor Zhang raised his head, looked at her coldly, and said: "Thunder, I have only one thing to tell you this time. The results of the divination team have come out. As you said, it is indeed very dangerous, but it is not dangerous enough. 100% will result in death. If you are willing to participate in the operation, we are willing to ensure your safety to the greatest extent."
"Including the requests you made, we can also compromise after our deliberations."
He said: "I can show you the strategy and the destiny tablet, but only if you are the only one."
Deacon Nie also said: "Don't try to get too close to Gu Jianlin, as this will only delay your future. You have to know that his father is the creator of the Blood Moon Massacre. We still don't know what happened to him. What secrets are hidden? And with the protection of the Blue King, we have no way to continue the investigation. What's more, you are the descendant of Jianzhong. You should know who the Blue King is and what dangerous ideas you can instill in him. "
In other words, the buffs on that boy were already full.
There was a snap.
A painting unfolded in front of him. It was an oil painting painted with red paint.
The red blood mist, the vague black shadow, and the vague gaze.
Tang Ling looked familiar, it was the blood mist she saw in the Immortal Palace.
"The results of the divination have come out."
Dream Demon smiled and said: "According to Taixu's rating, this mission has indeed reached the level of S-level danger, but it is far from the point where we can't handle it, right?"
Tang Ling looked at the painting and suddenly fell into silence.
"What Gu Jianlin said is right."
She said calmly: "You're a waste, you should do what a waste should do."
As soon as these words came out, the expressions of Councilman Zhang and Deacon Nie suddenly changed.
The dream demon was stunned: "What did you say?"
Including the guardians behind him, they all showed displeasure.
Snapped.
"Sixth level, Sword Sect path, a divine attendant from the Zhulong clan."
Tang Ling casually slapped the copy of the sketch on the table and said coldly: "This is the result of Gu Jianlin's profile. You told me this is an S-level mission? Then who of you will deal with this person? And take What will protect my safety? Anyone can draw cakes, can they do it? Again, I only have one request."
She said: "Among my teammates, I must have Gu Jianlin. Without him, I won't go."
It's not that she likes that boy very much.
It was because, compared to that young man, the group of people in front of him were too unreliable.
Well, maybe it's because they are too reliable.
In short, there is no harm without comparison.
Councilor Zhang and Deacon Nie looked at the painting, their eyes contracted violently for a moment.
The Dream Demon's eyes widened in disbelief: "Impossible, this is absolutely impossible! We can't divine things, so how can we draw a mere profile? This is not true, this is forged! This is made up. of!"
The guardians of the psychic channel were also shocked and angry.
The result of their 48-hour divination without sleep was that they only captured an afterimage.
Now tell them that someone else used profiling to directly confirm the other person’s rank and race.
This is simply insulting to them.
"If I were you, I wouldn't continue to wallow around here and embarrass myself."
Tang Ling pointed at the person in the sketch and said coldly: "The person in the painting is my great-grandfather. Gu Jianlin has never met him, and he may not even know about his existence. Tell me, what can I do?" Forgery?"
Councilor Zhang and Deacon Nie looked ugly.
Because they also recognized the man in the painting.
The key is, this is profiled!
That boy's profile was so accurate?
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The moonlight was cold and the sea breeze was howling.
Taihua stood on the coast, looking at the dark sea, silent.
A sketch was blown away by the wind and flew in the air.
"Both Meng Hebo and Tang Zijing... have actually become the divine attendants of the Zhulong clan."
She said calmly: "It's really interesting. It seems that the original inference was correct. The magician defected eight years ago, and there was indeed someone helping him behind the scenes. If that's the case, let's go check it out."
Chen Bojun said respectfully: "I understand, teacher."
He asked again: "What about Xiao Tang and Xiao Gu's requirements?"
Taihua sneered: "Allow them."
[PS: After much stumbling, I finally finished writing. There are some things that need to be prepared before entering the fairy palace, so the writing is very slow. Sorry...]
