Nia sat in a corner on the second floor of the chemical plant, feeling the gloomy atmosphere at night and recalling the girl who came to her to exchange gold the night before.

Yes, although he was wearing a mask and his voice was deliberately low and hoarse, it took Nia less than five seconds to roughly see through the other person's nature.

The reason is simple: that girl is almost exactly the same as myself ten years ago.

After returning to the tower yesterday, Nia quickly used her authority to read a large amount of information.

She was standing at the highest position, so it was naturally easier for her to see everything happening below.

It only took her one afternoon to basically confirm the girl's identity.

Fake gold, traces of processing, theft...

The girl who came to sell the stolen goods must be the "Master" without a doubt.

As for why it couldn't be someone being used or an accomplice, Nia didn't think a thief acting alone would trust others so much.

According to the files of previous cases, "Miaoshou" was clearly avoiding unnecessary contact and harm with others.

Unbeknownst to Shi Jin, two groups of people had already found clues about her identity.

If she knew this day would come, she would definitely regret exchanging gold with that black market merchant whom she had met once.

Thinking of this, Nia couldn't help but laugh out loud. If the other party could escape the pursuit this time, she could consider including him in the list of candidates.

She had lived as Nia for seven years, but she had no intention of dying like her predecessors and their predecessors.

At least before she died, she wanted to be herself again.

For this reason, it is very important to screen the next "Nia" in advance.

As time goes by, the day is coming to an end.

Luke had already noticed something wrong with the atmosphere the night before.

For today's arrangements, he deliberately reduced the number of manpower and chose subordinates with more unrestrained personalities.

The same thing happened to Zhuang Mian. As both sides infiltrated the black market, the second night arrived.

The thick shadow of the city wall was cast on the location of the Wager Chemical Plant, causing it to fall into darkness earlier than many other places.

Black market merchants, carrying bags on their backs and making tinkling sounds, gathered from all directions like ants.

Many of them made brief eye contact as they passed each other.

At this time, Zhuang Mian was lying at the entrance of the first floor with a gray face and wearing a tattered coat.

Luke stood by the three glassless windows with a few homemade pistols in front of him.

Above him, on the roof of the chemical plant, a cat was watching everything happening below. As the brightness decreased, a faint green light emanated from her eyes.

Regarding what might happen tonight, Fran had already consulted Lin Qingliu in advance.

The existence of Miaoshou is not news to the outer city area. This guy became famous even earlier than Lin Qingliu and the "Believers" organization.

But because she had been causing trouble in the outer city before, no real ruthless people took her seriously.

But this time, the clever hand reached the inner city, which made some people very unhappy, so a big net was spread out.

Fran reported her observations of Shi Jin in recent days to her master. After some evaluation, Lin Qingliu believed that he met the special "talent" recruitment standards.

As a young man who has mastered two professional skills (theft and repair) and whose heart is neither bad nor good, Lin Qingliu believes that he has certain value in training.

Of course, the premise for his selection is the same as Nia's, at least to survive from this big net targeting her first.

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Inner city, super power team lounge.

Wang Xiao looked at the notice in front of him and exchanged glances with his two teammates.

He read the wording again and said thoughtfully:

"This is...psychological therapy? And it's in half an hour?"

"I don't think I'm sick."

The puppeteer looked as if he was about to die, and buried his head in the sofa.

“I’ve been training for ten hours! Ten hours! My soul can’t even adapt to this body anymore, and now I have to go see a mental doctor?

"That alone is enough to give me depression."

"If the puppeteer doesn't go, then I won't go either."

Beacon's attitude was so cold that it was impossible to refute it.

Wang Xiao looked at the notice in his hand, thought for a moment and said:

"I don't think this matter is that simple. Think about it, why didn't other teams tell us about this?"

“Bang!”

The door to the 25th Squad lounge was flung open, revealing the grinning face of Fresnel.

With just a glance, the puppeteer felt a breath of death, which was the suppression of the aura of the energetic humans over the exhausted humans.

She probably understood why.

Sure enough, as if to verify her idea, Fresnel rushed to the center of the lounge in a tone of seeking credit, waving his flyer in his hand.

"Ahaha, of course it's because this treatment is the benefit I fought for everyone!

“Recently, many soldiers in the city defense army have developed psychological problems, so the headquarters has recruited a team of psychologists to provide them with professional counseling.

"That team is now on its way through the center of the inner city to the western wall, so they were invited to stay for two days to provide psychological counseling for the superpowers."

"But why do the other teams..."

"Haha, this is my strength~ I know that everyone is not very happy after the blind man left, so I specially applied to let our team receive treatment first.

"Our team performed very well among the teams that signed up to go out. Plus, with what happened before, of course the higher-ups approved it!"

"So we have to train for ten hours before we have to listen to the psychiatrist?"

The puppeteer's rebuttal was weak, but full of sarcastic malice.

Fresnel was not angry at all. He continued in that optimistic tone:

"What? Let me tell you, the captain of the psychiatrist team this time is a very capable guy. It is said that the soldiers who have been alone with him, no matter how much pressure they were under before, have finally successfully come out of their inner demons."

“So magical?”

Beacon looked at Fresnel in disbelief, trying to catch any trace of bragging in the other's expression.

"Could it be an expert from some research institute?"

"No, it was a young man. I remember his name was Lin something..."

Wang Xiao's ears moved, and he felt that things were not that simple.

Young, a psychologist, surnamed Lin...

no……

Fresnel flipped through the leaflet with notes written on it:

"Ah, I found it. Let me see. The attending doctor is called...

“Lin Qingliu!”