Just when the soldiers led by the "Shadow Master" were about to "return in defeat", the super-powered person who was responsible for staying at the main entrance and using the communicator to investigate Lin Qingliu at the headquarters came to the second floor and found the captain.
"What's up?"
The photographer frowned, he felt that the expressions on his teammates' faces were a bit strange.
"The young doctor's information has been found."
"Show it to me."
While the photographer was giving the order, a soldier behind him seemed to have discovered something unusual in the cabinet:
"Hey, what is this? A letter of appointment?"
"Let me see the one below. It's a commendation. Why is the signature so messed up? Do you recognize it?"
"Don't worry about the signature first, just look at the content: '...Mr. Lin Qingliu is appointed as an external psychological consultant to the General Staff of the Army, reporting directly to...'"
The soldier's voice gradually changed from excited at the beginning to calm and cautious, even with some hesitation, as if he was doubting his own eyes.
"To what? To the south or to the north?"
Beside him, a careless soldier who had not yet realized the seriousness of the matter snatched the letter of appointment and continued to read:
"During special missions, all operations report directly to General Wencheng."
His voice stopped abruptly.
At the same time, the "photographer" on the other side also saw Lin Qingliu's resume on the communicator handed over by the team members.
The second floor fell into a long-lost silence.
In fact, it was very noisy just now and many soldiers didn't hear clearly what happened.
But seeing that their comrades and their boss all had nervous and gloomy faces, they all knew in their hearts that they couldn't speak now.
The photographer felt his eyelids twitching uncontrollably:
"This kid really has something...
"Why didn't Nian and Liusha tell you earlier? This is also a connection!"
His eyes narrowed slightly. Although Wen Cheng was not a super-powered person, he was the supreme commander of all official armed forces in the city.
That is to say, although the shadow master was confident that no more than ten people in the entire city could defeat him in a one-on-one fight, he still maintained enough respect for the general.
Even the strong ones need to abide by the rules of the game to a certain extent, unless they are strong enough to control everything around them.
In the quiet and silent atmosphere, just when the photographer was about to give the other party and himself a way out and pretend that nothing happened today -
"Crash! Ding!"
A harsh sound of metal colliding came from the next room.
"What's going on?"
The photographer could no longer suppress his anger. The young man couldn't move, but the others could still curse at him.
"Report, the plate fell."
The shadow master held his forehead with his hand.
"Just pay them the money they deserve."
"Report, it's made of stainless steel, very resistant to falling."
"I said I would pay!"
The photographer frowned and spat out a few words from between his teeth.
The soldiers did not dare to delay and put the stainless steel plate back on the table, placing another twenty information coins underneath it.
“Restore the scene, no need to search.
"You must restore it to me carefully."
After issuing the new instructions, the photographer left the second floor as if nothing had happened and began to scan the situation on the first floor.
But this time, he did not reach out to touch those ordinary-looking things. Instead, he lowered his head and observed them carefully.
Soon, the soldiers who were dispersed into various rooms withdrew one after another.
After a brief inquiry, the photographer confirmed that they had found nothing.
In fact, after learning about Lin Qingliu's nominal identity, even if the photographer found out something, he planned to pretend not to see it.
As super-powered people, they have professional psychologists, but there are always exceptions. If they need a doctor at any time in the future, a psychologist with a semi-official background is undoubtedly a reassuring choice.
After sorting out his thoughts, the photographer decided not to dwell on this matter too much. He just wanted to give the other party a smile so that no one would be embarrassed.
Thinking of this, he suddenly looked at the clock on the door:
"Who is in the consulting room now?"
"Report, it's Captain Nian."
"It's been so long and you haven't come out yet?"
Without waiting for his men to respond, the photographer half-turned around, apparently not asking for an answer.
He found a swivel stool without a back and sat down, his mood slowly calming down.
There is nothing else to do anyway, so why not just wait and see.
---
The innermost consulting room seems to be in a narrow space of another world.
The disguise on "Nian" was peeled off bit by bit.
The human characteristics are disappearing rapidly, the skin-like structures are starting to loosen and darken little by little, and eventually turn into pieces and dissipate into the air.
Exposed beneath the decaying skin was a straw man woven from long, withered grass leaves.
Rather than being made of bundles of grass tied into the shape of a human, this straw man looks more like a living person entangled inside.
There were no facial features on his face, only long circles of grass blades entangled and covering each other, like a mummy from another world.
He faced the scorching light, as if it was a hurricane that made it difficult for him to move, and moved little by little to the chair that belonged to him, but he did not seem very willing.
"Hey, are you surprised? Are you surprised?"
Lin Qingliu had never had such an annoying expression on his face, but it was inevitable. He thought that the souls in these dummies were just subordinates sent by some unknown existence outside the city.
But now it seems that this dummy is more like a much weaker clone than his subordinates.
Although both the mental and biological fields are pitifully weak, the clone and the original body should have a lot of overlapping memories.
This can be considered as making a profit.
Lin Qingliu's lips curled up. Perhaps the Supreme Will had not expected such a development...
It’s just a pity that for the dummies, the pain that would make normal humans live a life worse than death would only make them feel a little itchy, and...
If Lin Qingliu remembered correctly, the "Nian" team should have five people, but now there are only three. Even these three cannot be killed casually, after all, there is an awarding ceremony tomorrow morning.
Even if I have a way to prove that these people are not decent human beings, I can't escape the suspicion of shooting first and drawing the target later.
Thinking of this, Lin Qingliu only had one choice left -
Using his powerful biofield, he forcibly shocked the anthropomorphic creature's spirit into a semi-comatose state, and then entered his consciousness to see if he would dream.
He smiled and extended his hand to the fake person in front of him. That smile made the fake person feel terrified, just like his own standard smile showing eight teeth:
"Let me feel your pulse."
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