Chapter 40

"Hey~ Is this the day that has come to pass for you, Group 7?"

The man who was speaking had a muscular body and a shaved head with his hair dyed a bright orange-red on both sides. He was holding a mobile phone and pretending to take a photo, which made Qin Fei glare at him.

"Tsk tsk tsk, this is a once-in-a-century sight. Shouldn't I record this and send it to the special forces group?" He grinned, "Let everyone come and see the rabbits, one, two, three, four...hahahahahaha!"

"Tu Jiaojiao, don't go too far." Meng Ziqiu opened his eyes. His tone was calm, but with a pair of red eyes, it looked inexplicably funny.

Tu Jiaojiao, leader of the 9th group of the special forces, is originally a black phoenix. After transforming, the blush on both sides of the black phoenix naturally appeared on his hair. Even hair dye can't cover up this bright orange. The two things he hates most in his life are people paying too much attention to his hair and people calling him by his full name.

"You have the nerve to yell at me with your rabbit eyes?" Tu Jiaojiao snorted coldly, "You couldn't even stop the Painted Skin from being killed when you drew your sword. Yo yo yo, after a few years, you are still so shameless———wu wu!"

A slender white hand reached out from behind him and covered Tu Jiaojiao's mouth tightly. Then the other hand climbed up his neck and violently pulled him back: "Team Leader! Can you please say less!!"

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, our team leader is not very good at speaking." The girl who spoke had a clear and pleasant voice, just like singing. The entire group of nine was made up of transformed birds. The girl who took action was a lark. She was petite and it was difficult for her to subdue Tu Jiaojiao. So another girl standing next to her also took action, and the two girls worked together to drag Tu Jiaojiao out of the door.

Opening the door, pushing people in, and closing the door were all done in one go, with such skillful movements that it was heartbreaking.

"Hello, Team Leader Meng. I'm Lan Huiyu, the deputy team leader of Team Nine. We're the idle mission team closest to Chongming City." After the other girl who assisted Bai Ling in dragging Tu Jiaojiao out closed the door, she ignored Tu Jiaojiao's hammering on the door outside and introduced herself politely and calmly, "My original form is Copper Blue Flycatcher. I'm currently in charge of Team Nine's external affairs."

The Bureau of Differentiation has its own gossip channel. As famous as the hateful character of Group Nine's leader Tu Jiaojiao is the stable temper of Group Nine's deputy leader Lan Huiyu. In addition to connecting with other groups, she is also responsible for connecting with the Differentiation Bureau, and at the same time handles various aftermaths for their unreliable team leader.

"Hello, Deputy Team Leader Lan." Meng Ziqiu shook hands with her politely, and the two of them found a quiet corner in the room to discuss the emergency face to face.

"Tu Tu." Gu Hongying, with red eyes, first glanced at the corner where people were talking in low voices, then nudged Yu Tu, who also had red eyes, with his elbow and asked in a low voice, "What is your relationship with the senior? Are you his child?"

Today was such a chaotic day, because Painted Skin is a rare monster and there are very few records of killing it. All we know is that after being killed, Painted Skin will turn into a pool of water-like substance, which will then quickly pollute the surrounding air and stir people's emotions.

But the two or three lines of records on paper are not as scary as the direct experience. After the painted skin evaporated, everyone felt confused. Even the slightest negative emotion was infinitely magnified, making people want to pick up the weapon in their hands to attack the people around them. The consciousness can only vaguely recognize that this is wrong, but the emotions have already controlled the body, and their eyes are now bloodshot and red like rabbits, which is proof of this.

As soon as Gu Hongying asked the question, Luo Susu, who was lying on the leather chair with her right paw shaved and receiving intravenous drip, raised her fox ears. Although the others were not as obvious as Luo Susu, they were also eavesdropping openly.

Yu Tu: “…I don’t know.”

The situation before was too dangerous. Lu Susu had already shown signs of attacking. Qin Fei's emotions had just fluctuated violently, and now his situation was even worse. Even Meng Ziqiu held the sword with his eyes closed, his hands shaking.

The unknown effect brought by the evaporation of the painted skin has infected everyone present. Yu Tu remembered that Lu Susu said before that she woke up after smelling the fragrance of tea. Maybe the fragrance of tea can also restrain this unknown effect?

There was no time for him to think, Yu Tu simply released the green vine that came with his vest. The one-time skill that was previously branded on Painted Skin gave him inspiration. Anyway, it was a fact that his vest had saved him, and the two of them seemed to be from the same tribe. Considering the nature of the Grass Tribe to care for the younger generation, it was not surprising that the vest would brand him with a one-time skill.

The most interesting thing is that this one-time brand is usually used to save lives. It will only be triggered when facing a life-or-death crisis or when someone with this skill actively uses it. It is difficult to detect any traces using conventional means.

Yu Tu had thought that if the scent didn't work, he would control the green vine to drag everyone out of the house and scatter them. After this period of recharging, he could use the green vine that came with the vest for a long time. He believed that he could hold on until everyone sobered up and avoid a bloody tragedy.

Fortunately, the fragrance of the green vine seemed to work. It overwhelmed the sweet fragrance in the air after the painted skin evaporated. But Yu Tu still felt unsafe. He commanded the green vine to tie up everyone, including himself, into cocoons. In order to prevent the cocoons from attacking each other, Yu Tu hung everyone in the air until everyone seemed to have regained their senses, and then he let them down.

When the Special Forces Team 7 regained their sanity and saw the familiar green vine, their first reaction was to look for the mysterious senior "The Marquis of Nevernight", but no matter what they said to the air, no one responded.

Looking at Yu Tu, Yu Tu had a pair of red eyes and a confused look on his face, and it seemed that he knew even less than they did.

So the six people and the fox could only look at each other with a pair of bloodshot red eyes.

In the end, it was Meng Ziqiu who recovered first. He took back his sword and urgently reported the special situation. So they were taken for examinations, intravenous drips, and medicines. However, the obvious effects of the Painted Skin would not disappear so quickly. So when the special team group nine arrived, they still had a pair of rabbit eyes, and then received crazy ridicule from the team leader Tu Jiaojiao.

"That green vine really looks like a one-time skill imprint that can save my life———" Gu Hongying recalled the tragic experience of getting lost in the fog of Huailin Town. He also thought of the regret that when he finally arrived at the old building, everything had already settled. He only heard a retelling and didn't see the scene at all. He lamented, "Tu Tu, you have been branded, how come you still don't know anything!"

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"Why did you push me out!" Tu Jiaojiao, the muscular leader of Team 9, finally put down his hand in dismay after hammering on the door for a while but no one responded. He turned to look at Bai Ling who was gritting his teeth and complained, "Meng Ziqiu's experience of being stupid is so rare, and I haven't laughed enough yet!"

The petite girl, whose real body is Bai Ling and whose name is also Bai Ling, sneered: "Ten years ago, you dragged Meng Zu to compete and got beaten to a pulp. You have completely forgotten the experience———"

Before she could finish her words, Tu Jiaojiao covered her mouth with his hand. He looked nervous and looked around: "Speak softly, don't let anyone hear you! Do you still want to keep my reputation?"

Bai Ling: “…”

What about your fame? Are you kidding me?

Bailing was the first member to follow Tu Jiaojiao and witnessed his growth in the Bureau of Alien Affairs. Before Lan Huiyu joined the team, she once wished that she was a mute bird so that she would not have to clean up the mess for their trouble-making team leader.

"So smart..." Tu Jiaojiao smiled flatteringly, "No one else in the team knows about this, so don't let it slip."

Those who knew about the incident back then had been silenced by Tu Jiaojiao in various ways. His image of being wise and brave could not be shattered. His black phoenix being cut into the Mediterranean Sea would have a huge impact on his prestige!

Bailing was just trying to scare him with this matter and had no intention of making it public for everyone to know. Seeing that Tu Jiaojiao had given in, she patted Tu Jiaojiao's hand that was covering her mouth.

Tu Jiaojiao quickly let go.

"We are going to the room where Group 7 is interrogating Painted Skin." Bai Ling said, "Xiao Shuo sent a message saying that he is waiting for us at the door with protective clothing."

"Okay." When it came to business, Tu Jiaojiao instantly suppressed his expression that deserved a beating, "Let's go in and check it out before all the traces are gone."

They took the elevator straight to the top floor of the building, which was a place specially reserved by the hospital for personnel on missions to temporarily detain suspects or people who had committed crimes.

In the third-to-last room on the top floor, a boy with fluffy chestnut curly hair was standing there holding three sets of protective clothing. He had a pair of beautiful big eyes, but at this moment, his eyes were blinking slowly, and it was unclear whether he was distracted or dozing off.

"Xiao Shuo?" Bai Ling called him.

Xiao Shuo slowly handed over two sets of protective clothing: "There is still a slight smell in the room, put them on."

Bailing and Tu Jiaojiao quickly put on their protective clothing, making sure not a single inch of skin was exposed. Then Xiao Shuo opened the door and was the first to step into the room.

After entering the room, Xiao Shuo's pupils became larger and shone with a hint of gold. He first observed the direction of the blood splashing on the wall: "It's not an external sharp object, it's an internal explosion."

He sniffed, walked to a spot on the floor of the room and squatted down, staring at the empty ground: "The smell is the strongest here, it should be where the painted skin evaporated."

"I feel uncomfortable every time I see it." Tu Jiaojiao muttered softly, "It's obviously a little owl, why is it investigating the scene like a police dog?"

Bai Ling pinched Tu Jiaojiao's muscular arm hard and said, "Team leader, if you don't speak, no one will think you are dumb."

Every time Xiao Shuo checked the scene he sighed, and Bai Ling sometimes really wanted to sew his mouth shut.

Xiao Shuo was not affected by Tu Jiaojiao. He took out his mobile phone from the pocket of his protective suit and slowly typed on the encrypted memo, writing down his observations bit by bit.

As he was writing, he suddenly stopped, his nose couldn't help moving again. He walked slowly around the room, and then stopped in front of the wall where a few spots of blood were splashed. He stared at it for a long time, then returned to the place where the smell was the strongest and squatted down.

"It's a bit like 'his' spiritual power fluctuations..." Xiao Shuo said slowly, "but I'm not sure."

Tu Jiaojiao: "...I really hope you are wrong."

When the special task force carries out a mission, they always refer to "he" as the same person, the number one person on the world's most wanted list -

Di Changqing.

The content of Lan Huiyu and Meng Ziqiu’s conversation has not yet been posted to Group 9, but if Xiao Shuo’s feeling is correct…

"Team Meng mentioned Director Jiang in front of the painting, right?"

"Meng Ziqiu's attempt to fish with the Jiang Bureau has failed, right?"

Tu Jiaojiao and Bailing looked at each other, and they reached a rare consensus, and sighed heavily at the same time.

"I'll report it first anyway." Tu Jiaojiao pulled his haircut, "Involving him is more troublesome than anything else."

"What bad luck I have today." Tu Jiaojiao complained, "I thought it was an ordinary weird injury incident, but it was rare, so they sent us a distress signal, but I didn't expect..."

As he spoke, he could not help but gloat over the misfortune: "Fortunately, I am not the one facing this. Meng Ziqiu is even more unlucky than me!"