Get initial capital!

I put his clothes on over my pajamas. To be honest, I didn't want to wear a stranger's clothes, but the situation forced me to do so.

Even so, it is never worn close to the body.

I took a lot of cash out of his pocket, which allowed me to at least find a motel to tide me over during this somewhat delicate period.

Although my English was halting, the motels here were relatively clean, no ID was required for registration, and the owner didn't say much. I paid and he booked the room, which was enough.

The first thing I did when I arrived at the hotel was to go to the bathroom to see what I looked like. As expected, it was Jingguangpi, but what was going on with this semi-long hair!

And this line on the head...

I looked at this somewhat strange yet familiar line——

No, I don’t think so.

I pressed my trembling hand on the line, and as my mind moved, the line seemed to become an opening that could be touched, and I pulled it with a little force.

My brain is open ahhhh!

Brain flower!!!

Could this be the joint project?!

Can you get something from the secular world?

Once the black wire was opened, the upper half of the brain shell was flipped open like the outer shell of a Bluetooth headset.

There are even more shady things inside.

A complete brain, different from the brain of the brain flower, this one does not have a mouth, but a pair of big watery eyes.

It seems that the eyes are quite pretty and familiar.

I realized what I was thinking, my hands trembled, and I quickly closed my head.

It's weird, but I want to take another look.

What kind of spiritual pollution is this? Has it threatened my normal aesthetic sense?

I looked in the mirror, holding my forehead with one hand.

Huh?

Why does it feel like it's not smooth at all?

He rubbed his forehead with his hand.

It doesn't seem to be a problem with the brain.

When I looked down, I found a gun coil in my hand.

This is impossible. Although I did put on the cosplay makeup, my body is essentially that of a weak college student. Let alone a gun coop, I even have a hard time running a thousand meters in the physical test.

A guess suddenly popped into my mind.

No way. No way.

This time, I'm not coming here with just my brain, am I...?

When I thought of this possibility, I quickly stripped myself naked to examine myself. I remembered that I had moles on my collarbone and waist.

I looked into the mirror and saw—

It’s gone. It’s really gone.

There is also a noticeable scar on his chest.

This is not my body - I finally realized this fact.

So the pair of eyes on the brain just now couldn't be my own eyes, right?

Lose san!

I felt goosebumps all over my body.

No wonder I didn't feel any physical discomfort from fear of heights before, because this is not the body that is afraid of heights.

Wait, that's not right.

I didn’t even bring my body with me, so how come my pajamas came with me?

What is Mickey Mouse Clubhouse doing at this time? Is it so smart?

I reached out and touched the material of the pajamas. It seemed a little gritty and no longer had the original soft texture.

…Kagemitsu is also wearing something like this?!

After comparing it with other body information, I finally confirmed it.

I took a deep breath. Is this the air high up?

Ugh! What a rotten smell! The hygiene in this motel is questionable.

It seems there is no doubt about it, this is 100% Jingguang's body. I was thinking of taking advantage of the opportunity to use the double black-leather script that my gay friend originally wrote for An Sir, but now it is a bit useless.

No, no, what we should consider now is which world this is.

This is a film set in Europe and America, and it also has elements of robbery and motels. It can’t be an American TV series, right?

The Criminal Minds I’ve been rewatching lately?

I don't want to face the profiler.

Suddenly, I realized something.

Since I'm already in the Brain Flower state, does that mean I can use the Brain Flower skill?

I remember that according to the settings in the curse, Brain Flower should be able to use the ability of hosting a body and read those memories at the same time.

I sat upright and posed.

Stretch out two fingers on each side, pinch them together, and then press them on your temples.

Read, read, read it for me quickly.

I kept suggesting this to myself, and it seemed to have some effect. I felt an electric current flowing from my brain to my limbs, causing me to tremble.

But I didn't have the energy to care about the details. Memories as vast as a mountain and sea suddenly pressed down on me.

It was not a coherent memory, but countless fragments. I frowned, my brain was obviously very well adapted to processing a large amount of information at the same time.

Jingguang observed Lijia's ability to process information.

I am done!

This time it's extremely positive!

I sorted out these memories a little bit - since I have all the memories, maybe it was the scene of the elementary school student who became the god of death?

I decided to go out and give it a try tomorrow.

The method of temptation is simple.

First, I checked the current time and place. It was far from the last time in Jingguang's memory. But this was normal. Jingguang had a wound on his chest, which must have been the point in the story where he committed suicide.

Then I went to a thrift store and bought a hat to put on my head, and I also had to arrange for a mask.

If this were a Death God elementary school student, he wouldn't want to show off his face too much, and he would have to be a little cautious even in a foreign country.

Finally, I found a speakeasy.

Bars are closed during the day, but it's different here.

When I saw this plain door that didn't look like a storefront at all, I knew I had guessed the coordinates correctly.

At this time, Jingguang was an informant in his memory.

As an undercover agent sent out independently by the public security, he has a lot of resources, including some relationship networks, information networks, and of course some private informants.

The relationship between these informants and Jingguang is rather personal and has no direct relationship with the public security or the organization.

Of course, most of these independent informants have a cooperative relationship with Jingguang, not a superior or subordinate, and their number is very small.

Usually, we communicate through a single line.

Therefore, even if Jingguang suddenly became cold, these informants would have no idea about it.

It is normal for them to stay in the same place for many years and not be activated for a long time.

Moreover, Jingguang's exposure and execution happened too quickly, leaving no time for any news to spread.

This resulted in a good deal for me.

There is also a small number of informants who can be mobilized.

I knocked on the door in a specific way, and the boss inside was the familiar face from the memory fragments I extracted.

It seems to be 100% confirmed.

At least there were no mishaps this time.

After entering, according to the rules of Japanese comics, the boss can speak Japanese and we have no problem communicating with him.

Here, I finally have a way to quickly get to the main line coordinates.

I don't want to experience the feeling of not being able to speak the same language again.

There is no passive voice pack to load for me!

"Give me a new identity and a ticket to Tokyo, everything else remains the same." I said in a low voice.

This is not my voice, it's Jingguang's voice.

"You haven't been here for a long time," the boss didn't ask any unnecessary questions. He just put down the cleaned wine glass and took me into the inner room. "I really don't know where you have been fooling around for the past seven or eight years."

The interior looks messy and disorganized, in stark contrast to the tidy bar, tables and chairs outside.

"Same old-fashioned way?" She pushed aside a pile of scattered folders, then sat down and turned on several computers that were placed on a pile of books.

I couldn't find a place to sit, but I didn't want to speak and lose face, so I leaned against the closed door and said "hmm".

By the way, thanks to the all-powerful Jingguang.

Of course, his transactions with these informants were not free. In addition to some exchange items, money was generally required.

But if such transactions are frequent, it will be exposed. So his usual practice is to record it - don't get me wrong, it's not like Chuuya who records it and pays it all at the end of the month.

Instead, they prepay a large sum of money in advance, and then deduct it from each transaction. These people will not accept any IOU behavior.

Of course, you can also withdraw money, a bit like a bank.

However, if you want to withdraw money instead of spending it, a handling fee of up to 30% will be incurred.

Not everyone has this kind of trading rights. This boss had pursued Jingguang before, although it didn't work out in the end. But even if the deal didn't go through, she still had a sense of justice. She liked Jingguang very much.

"How about staying the night?" The boss' fingers flew across the keyboard while he turned his head to look at me with electric eyes.

...Sister, I can’t bear it.

I concentrated my mind and quickly recalled Jingguang's response plan. I held the brim of my hat with one hand and smiled in the dark, "You know I'm well-behaved."

She shrugged with some regret, "On a mission?"

I didn't reply, which was considered as my tacit agreement.

She and Jingguang were old acquaintances, so she understood what I meant and immediately turned back, not crossing the line. "What name do you want this time? What's your nationality?"

There was a moment when I wanted to say the word "noose", but I held back.

It’s better not to be too dark, a little more earthly.

"If it's Japanese... then let's call him Furuya, Furuya Rei."

Make trouble, make trouble, make trouble!

From today on, I will use this name, ahahaha!

When someone in Beika Town calls out this name, I will be able to enjoy the change in An-sir's expression.

How joyful!

"OK."

I saw her start another machine next to her, and then she looked for something in the drawer. "Do you want a driver's license? I haven't seen it for a long time. This time it's a free service. How about it?"

"There aren't many opportunities to take advantage of you, so of course I'll take it." The joy of getting something for free is to get something for nothing!

The boss took out a blank driver's license card from the messy drawer, as well as the bank card and cell phone card I wanted.

Of course, this is all blank information.

She inserted the card into the slot of the machine and began to import the information through the computer.

This operation looks magical.

This is an operation I totally don't understand.

"Take a picture." She pointed to the machine in the corner in a concise manner.

I need to enter photos into the system...

I suddenly thought of something, so I sat in front of the machine and said, "I need two driver's cards, the same information, but I want a different face."

Jingguang can't keep his real skin all the time, he needs a fake face, and with a fake face he needs identity information that matches it.

Of course, just in case, I will try my best to avoid the embarrassment of being checked.

The boss turned around and gave me a puzzled look.

Don't worry, Jingguang doesn't have the skill to disguise himself, but I do.

Just having long hair is not enough to hide my identity.

I'm good at face-changing makeup! ?

I don’t think I can reach the level of Miss Bay. I don’t need any mask, just simple makeup.

Just treat it as imitation makeup, I have confidence!

"Boss, can I borrow some of your cosmetics?"

I asked.