The Monster I Was Redeemed

v2 Chapter 76: cooperate

Except for Xia Qiyuan, which has armor protection, there is no need for review.

No one can run away.

After all, no one knows whether the consciousness of a thousand-faced person is attached to someone.

After the incident, Xia Qiyuan suspected the arrival of a thousand faces.

However, during a post-audit review, it was found that Gao Bin's memory was not deleted, so he relaxed his vigilance.

Xia Qiyuan bit her lip, showing a tricky expression.

Ai Liang ignored Xia Qiyuan's questioning and psychological process, and said to himself: "The series of cases that the Thousand Faces did at that time forced me to show up and then invited me to join the Apostolic Society.

After being rejected by me, the Thousand Faces wanted to kill Gao Bin and blame me, but before he acted, Xu Zhihai's body was cut by my throat, and his consciousness disappeared. "

Xia Qiyuan had no intention to listen to what Ai Liang said later.

He only cares about one question now: "Can you be sure that it is the consciousness of a thousand-faced person?"

"I have been outside the warehouse, observing every move inside. The consciousness attached to the mask by the thousand-faced man is not as strong, not as scary as you think."

Ai Liang said lightly.

"The mask with the consciousness of a thousand faces is..."

"Isn't it just a mental bomb that can drive everyone crazy within five kilometers? Isn't it scary?"

In order to appease Xia Qiyuan's nervousness, Ai Liang said more euphemistically: "I think you may have some cognitive errors in my ability.

I have read Gao Bin's memory, and naturally have an understanding of the abilities of Qianmenren.

I can easily make a mental bomb, and it takes no more effort than picking up a stone.

Although my ability is not as good as that of a thousand-faced man, it doesn't mean that the consciousness he attached to the mask is able to manipulate Gao Bin's brain under my eyelids. "

After hearing Ai Liang's "goodwill" comfort, Xia Qiyuan said with a smile, "This is really good news."

The gentleman deceives the way.

When you are a good person, you will only suffer. Only when you are a wicked person can you let others care about your opinions.

Moderately showing muscles is for more friendly communication.

It's just that Xia Qiyuan is not very happy.

Because the stronger the hermit's ability, the more feared Xia Qiyuan was.

The Hermit is a character who can make the Apostle Society woo him again and again, and his abilities are very similar to those of the Thousand Faces.

Acting style...

It doesn't matter if you don't mention it, you know everything.

The hermit belongs to that kind, and a little carelessness will turn into the second existence of a thousand-faced person.

A man with a thousand faces can make the five major regimes helpless, let alone another one.

Xia Qiyuan is now very fortunate that the people in the laboratory chose to block Gao Bin's news, and did not let him know too many secrets.

Otherwise, the hermit today would not care about him.

"I believe you, but let's talk about cooperation first..."

Xia Qiyuan promised, as for what he thought in his heart, only he himself knew.

"How to cooperate?" Ai Liang asked.

"It's easy, let's find a chance to meet..."

Click!

An electric shock came from the back seat.

Xia Qiyuan turned his head to see that the spiritual protection mechanism of his own armor was triggered by an external invasion.

Now he has a lot of enthusiasm: "Hey, I'm so sincere. You still have the idea of ​​invading my brain. Isn't it a bit too much?

Or do you people with mental abilities like to get all the information first? "

Looking at Xia Qiyuan, who was pretending to be crazy and stupid, Ai Liang said in a cold tone: "Hehe, meet? If you don't want to talk about business, I will leave now. There is no need to stimulate me with this excuse."

The two seemed to have a friendly and harmonious chat for a long time.

In fact, the mutual worries and doubts have not diminished at all.

On Xia Qiyuan's side, he didn't completely believe in Ai Liang's personality.

It hasn't been seen in ten years. How much of the original police-civilian cooperation is left?

How many years can ordinary people have?

Such a long time is enough to completely change a person's face.

The zealous hermit had long since disappeared, and what Xia Qiyuan had to face now was a cold and unfeeling cut-throat mad demon.

Ai Liang's view of Xia Qiyuan here is similar to Xia Qiyuan's view of him.

Just as being hungry is like eating, you drink water when you are thirsty.

To a certain extent, human subjective consciousness is affected by the instinctive consciousness of the body. Xia Qiyuan uses He Jun's body, which will inevitably be contaminated with He Jun's will.

Moreover, there is no proof. Who can guarantee that Xia Qiyuan is not disguised by He Jun now?

Just like Ai Liang can also simulate the personality of the messenger.

Could He Jun swallow Xia Qiyuan's consciousness by turning his mind?

After Ai Liang asked, relying on Xia Qiyuan to get a memory, deliberately pretending to be Xia Qiyuan to communicate with him?

Everything is unknown.

It's like two strange veterans holding guns when they met in the forest by chance during the war.

No one believes anyone.

Not to mention put down the weapons and sit down to chat about the future.

Ai Liang and Xia Qiyuan talked in the tone of old acquaintances only because they were easy to communicate.

Seeing to be foolish.

The strange smile on Xia Qiyuan's face also began to slowly recede: "Then you can talk about how to cooperate, it is impossible to keep talking like this in the air?"

"It's very simple, through Moose."

Ai Liang proposed a compromise solution: "Follow the instructions I gave Moos before, first find out the true identity of Janus.

Without even knowing who the other party is, all plans are useless. "

"This is no problem, we originally planned to investigate the disciple's identity first, and then find a way to stop him."

For this proposal, Xia Qiyuan agreed with both hands.

But now there is another question: "Are you sure that Moose is willing to cooperate with our work? Working under the hands of the disciples, UU reading www.uukanshu.com will die if he is not careful, he is willing to take this risk?"

"I didn't tell you to be this villain."

Ai Liang, who had said goodbye to innocence a long time ago, saw through Xia Qiyuan's thoughts at a glance: "I will ask him to continue undercover by Yanus.

When the matter is over, the apostle engraving is yours, and Moos himself is also yours. You only need to stop disturbing my life in the future. "

Although the existence of the countermeasure bureau is not known, the non-countermeasure bureau members are forced to perform dangerous actions...

It's not that they have never done this before, but that the Countermeasures Bureau is an official organization after all, and its image is very important.

On the surface, there is still something to be done. If someone comes out and sings, it can save a lot of "ideological work."

Ai Liang doesn't care about his image in Moose's mind.

It happened that he sang the white face and Xia Qiyuan sang the red face.

Anyway, after so many years, the image has long been fixed.

In Moose’s impression, even if the hermit is willing to apologize to himself, he will only say: ‘Okay, I'll give you a soft spot. Are you wrong? ’

Of course, the above is just a delusion of Moose himself.

In most cases, Ai Liang cast a cold look at Moose's complaints.

"Then it's okay."

Xia Qiyuan nodded in satisfaction, as if it wasn't him who had just thought of Moose.

After the goal was achieved, this guy didn't even bother to cover up. It was a really bad guy.

No wonder he was called double-handed.

Xia Qiyuan took out a bottle of mineral water from the armrest box and held it in midair: "So happy to cooperate?"

After speaking, he didn't care if Ai Liang heard it or not, he just twisted the bottle cap.

Most of the tons are filled with half a bottle.

It was as if he was worried that Ai Liang would ruin the atmosphere by talking cool words.