In the early morning in the suburbs, cars parked outside the gate of an abandoned factory.
"We arrive at the station ahead, abandoned factory. I wish you a pleasant journey, Mr. Duan."
In the car, the paper spirit in Duan Qiang's body said jokingly.
Although the two of them had their own hidden agendas along the way, Duan Qiang had to admit that this ignorant person had a strange "atmosphere".
When you are ruthless, you feel that there is no room for mercy and you are the only one who can survive.
Normally, he would feel that he is an excellent chat partner, and he can always control the rhythm of the conversation if he wants to.
Just a very strange person.
His whole body seemed to be full of contradictions.
"I think it will be very "pleasant"." Duan Qiang looked at the factory gate through the windshield, recovered from all kinds of thoughts, and said with a smile.
Duan Qiang led the Zuo Dao paper people who maintained his mobility inside the body and entered the factory alone.
His phone had been damaged in a previous "car accident". He glanced at the dark interior, thought for a moment, raised his remaining hand, and drew criss-cross traces in the air. He then turned his palm upwards, and it released a faint light. A yellow glow illuminates the neighborhood.
After entering the venue with a light source, he suddenly moved his throat slightly and said:
"A common technique called 'Condensing Light' is easy to learn."
It was obvious that he was speaking to the paper man inside his body, which was Zuo Dao himself.
But in exchange, there was a long silence.
In the dark passage, there was only the sound of Duan Qiang's footsteps and the faint light in his hands. Duan Qiang could only feel the paper man in his body maintaining his body functions, but where it was, he was still unable to determine.
From the moment he got off the bus, Zuodao seemed to have fallen into radio silence, and a silent pressure lingered on Duan Qiang's heart.
When one's life is all tied up with an unknown person, it would have been fine to talk and laugh at first, and communication could still alleviate various negative emotions, but when the other party suddenly disappeared, it started.
It's like being surrounded by complete darkness and suddenly no one hears the chirping of insects. It makes people feel nervous and claustrophobic.
Obviously, the temptation in Duan Qiang's speech failed.
And it also adds a lot of pressure to myself.
In the previous conversation in the car, Duan Qiang relied on the dialogue to get an ambiguous response from Zuodao, who might be in the general affairs bureau.
Then he wanted to use a routine internal technique of the General Affairs Bureau to see Zuo Dao's reaction, but unfortunately he failed.
Duan Qiang, who felt a little regretful, could only steel himself and speed up his steps to the roof of the abandoned factory with his thoughts in mind.
There was the location given to him by the captain, and he didn't know what to expect, and he didn't even dare to think about it.
...
hotel.
Zuo Dao was sitting cross-legged on the bed, typing a report on the terminal with some unfamiliarity. As the last line of content was completed, he clicked send at lightning speed, exhaled, and felt relaxed.
Whether it is objectively or subjectively, he is not very skilled at this stuff. After being an undercover agent for so many years, he did not have the opportunity and did not dare to make random reports when he was a small person. He was more of a brief talker. He made a report.
However, when I think about my report, I always feel a vague, almost non-existent sting in my conscience.
Lies aplenty.
Not long after, the internal terminal vibrated slightly, Zuo Dao opened the unread message, which contained the review and approval of the report, signed by Chang Ti.
"Is this passed?" Zuo Dao touched his chin and couldn't help but wonder, it was too simple.
Without thinking much, a phone call came over, and the caller was none other than Zang Ti.
"It's me, Zang Tiao."
"Hello, team leader."
"To make a long story short, your report stated that there was no fight, but that you were forced to hand over the goods that had been traded, and you left after that, right?"
Zuo Dao quickly went through today's events, and after confirming that there were no flaws, he said, "Yes."
"I understand. I will continue to submit this report to you. If anyone comes to you, just say so."
"Copy that." Zuo Dao responded, touching his chin to taste the meaning of his words.
"Let me modify it for you. What you lost was not 2.4 million Huayu coins."
Zuo Dao was stunned for a breath: "That is?"
The person on the other end of the phone smiled: "3 million."
Zuo Dao raised his eyebrows, muttered a few times, and then said as if struggling:
"Then listen to the team leader."
"That's it, you have a good rest today and don't go out much recently."
After hanging up the phone, Zuo Dao played with his phone and recalled the content. His first reaction was.
——Someone wants to harm me!
As Zang Ti said, if someone comes to you and insists on the content of the report, it can no longer be called a hint, but an explicit statement.
As for the "lost money" changes...
"Even if we have to share the profits together, then this is too little..." Zuo Dao thought to himself.
There is no super doubling, which is really unjustifiable.
At this moment, the paper man possessed in Duan Qiang's body simultaneously transmitted a conversation and perception.
Zuo Daoxia, who was sitting cross-legged on the bed, tilted his head slightly, as if listening, with a smile on his face.
Clichés and stuff like that basically don’t work on you.
Verbal confrontation does not necessarily require communication. Sometimes attitude or atmosphere is the main factor.
The reason why Zuo Dao entered the factory from Duan Qiang and became silent was that he entered a state of daily caution.
The second is... I am busy writing reports and have no time to talk to him.
This kind of work of following the clues can only be said to be incidental.
Zuo Dao stretched out, feeling Duan Qiang's actions through the pictures transmitted by Zhi Ling in his mind, and thinking about some of the "humanities and history" that Duan Qiang gave him on the car today. Change your response to the situation.
"Originally, I stopped practicing because I was worried that if too much power of the previous world's cultivation system was born in the body, it might be incompatible with this world. Once it is discovered that there is a big difference, people in this world are not fools and will always become suspicious.
"Especially because of the frequent occurrence of 'mysteries' in this world. If someone accidentally suspects that I am loved by some kind of existence, it would be troublesome to explain, and it would also cause many obstacles out of thin air. Instead of starting to practice in a hurry, I can change from LV0 to Reaching LV1 won't help much. It's better to keep the body as blank as possible and try to study the practice system of this world.
"But judging from Duan Qiang's information, I later learned from within the General Affairs Bureau that it was indeed what he said, which means that at least the operators in a certain class are "self-reliant."
"Then I can slowly gain some special abilities or powers through trial and error, and it will be okay. As long as I can pass the internal inspection of the General Affairs Bureau and confirm that it is harmless."
Zuo Dao nodded slightly after thinking about it, and immediately started to think about where to start.
"It's very helpful at this stage. You can't "cultivate" yourself to change too much in a short period of time, and you can't pray to gods and ancestors. After all, they have "lost contact" with each other...
"The most important thing is that it takes effect quickly and cannot be too thin and long-lasting. I am familiar with this. There are many sorcery and trickery that have similar abilities. However, we must also exclude some methods that have too many negative states.
"In the short term, the soul state of the "former master" has not been resolved for a while. If you practice the martial arts indiscriminately and go crazy, you will have too much fun."
Thinking like this, Zuo Dao's eyes flashed and he thought of a way.
"——Spiritual practice?"
