Am I really just a stranger?

The old liar's expression changed a little when he heard this question. This seemingly easy question made him a little bit difficult because he knew that Chen Xian's question was only superficial, and what Chen Xian wanted to ask was hidden under this question. The problem.

Am I really human?

"Of course it is." The old liar replied calmly, speaking without leaking, and while answering, his facial expression did not change at all. It’s weird, don’t you think you’re gifted?"

Chen Xian frowned, feeling that this answer sounded weird, it seemed that something was wrong.

"Is it difficult to accept the true side of yourself? Is it difficult for you to face the self who was born with a protagonist model?" The old liar shook his soot, leaning forward slightly, watching very seriously and very seriously. Chen Xian, "You have to believe in yourself, and you have to believe in Grandpa Ge. You are a foreigner, and there is no one in the world of foreigners..."

"A freak in a million?" Chen Xian asked curiously.

The old liar twitched his mouth, only to feel that Chen Xian, this bastard, was so mournful!

"All in all, you're a **** genius!" The old liar slapped Chen Xian on the shoulders, half venting and half encouragement, making Chen Xian painful, "God gave you these talents, there must be some truth in it. You will understand later."

"How do I feel that you are filling me with chicken soup?" Chen Xian looked at the old liar dubiously.

"How can the truth be chicken soup?" The old liar was unhappy, and took a couple of sips with his cigarette. There was a faint nervousness on the old and shriveled face. Before Chen Xian asked anything more, he changed the subject." Isn't the thing in your body that you are most curious about?"

Hearing this, Chen Xian couldn't help nodding, because this problem had troubled him for too long.

According to his own feelings, the things awakened from his body are not like spirit bodies or other beings, but are somewhat similar to mental illnesses like split personality, like a consciousness hidden deep in his heart... .. That kind of destructive consciousness is not something he can accept, but it is also not something he can resist.

Once that thing recovers, Chen Xian will instantly lose control of his body.

"That thing was there when you were born." The old liar said, smoking faster, his wrinkled face was reflected in the flickering fire, and his voice was a little lower." Are you curious where it came from?"

"Right." Chen Xian nodded.

"This question is not impossible to answer, but I really don't know the answer. I am still wondering how can there be such a powerful energy in your body..." The expression of the old liar does not seem to be a joke. Looking at Chen Xian, he seemed very emotional, "But the only certainty is that that thing was on you when you were born."

Chen Xian looked at the old liar blankly and asked.

"Where did I come from?"

The old liar took a cigarette, then squeezed out the cigarette **** and threw it into the ashtray. His eyes did not make contact with Chen Xian.

"Your grandpa didn't tell you?"

Chen Xian nodded and shook his head. His grandfather did talk to him about his life experience, but now that so many things have happened, Chen Xian can't help but doubt his grandfather's statement, because based on the current situation, his own Grandpa Chen Ba, old liar Ge Ci, and even Lao Zhou...The three of them should probably know their own secrets, and they knew all this a long time ago, but kept hiding them from themselves.

"From the sea," the old liar said.

"What about my parents?" Chen Xian asked without looking up, looking at his hands as if in a daze, "Have you really found them?"

The old liar hummed, and replied without changing his face: "I really didn't find it. If we find it, we will definitely tell you that we don't know much about your life experience."

Hearing that, Chen Xian raised his head and glanced at the old liar, as if he didn't want to continue this topic, because he could faintly feel that the old liar was playing him perfunctory.

They should know a lot...but why not tell themselves?

Chen Xian couldn't understand.

"What else do you want to ask?" The old liar looked at him with a smile.

"Have you seen this pattern?"

Chen Xian said suddenly, and took out a crumpled note from his pocket. On it was a certain "totem" he had copied from memory, which was a pattern of seven human palms stacked on top of each other.

Although Chen Xian didn't know the specific meaning of this pattern, he also inferred a certain possibility through analysis.

This pattern should be a symbolic totem of a certain organization. It first appeared in the Wushan Mental Hospital, where I first saw Muhe. Through some clues in the mental hospital, it can be basically determined... Muhe is inextricably linked with that organization.

Mu He has an identity plate for that organization, and he also has a similar identity plate, so he is very likely to be related to that organization...In other words, his life experience has a lot to do with that organization.

Since learning about that organization, Chen Xian has always been curious about what kind of organization it is.

As far as China is concerned, no one knows their existence on the bright side, and no information about them has appeared on the Internet. The only channel to know their information is in the Secret Bureau.

On the first day he joined the Ningchuan branch, Chen Xian tried to search for relevant information on the internal network. After all, his internal authority was relatively high. Even the group of people under Huo Fatty knew the information, he didn’t. He may not be qualified to know, but he searched for a long time with keywords, and he still couldn’t find any answers on the internal network... This phenomenon surprised Chen Xian. Could it be that the Secret Bureau internally concerned about that? Are the keywords of the organization blocked?

Chen Xian also thought about whether to ask people around him. It is one thing to get information from his population, but he did not choose the target of "consultation" after thinking about it.

After passing through the special case in the south of the city, he also had a new plan, ready to ask Lu Yisheng to ask, but that time was too busy, and it didn’t take long for another case to be in his hands... so he kept on procrastinating. Up to now.

Chen Xian thought very clearly.

Since the information is even known to the members of the Secret Bureau, the old liar Ge Ci must also know, and it is very likely that he knows more than ordinary members.

"This pattern..." The old liar frowned, looking at Chen Xian with a complicated expression, "Didn't you just ask me some time ago? I remember already giving you the answer at that time."

"I want to hear the truth." Chen Xian looked at the old liar calmly, as if he had already guessed that he would give this answer, "Grandpa Ge, even if you don't tell me, sooner or later I will be able to seek it through other channels. The answer, you should know how many people in the Secret Bureau have seen this."

The old liar was silent, and lighted another cigarette without saying a word.

"This is a totem," the old liar said.

"I know." Chen Xian nodded, seeing the old liar start to let go, his expression couldn't help but relax, "This should be a totem of a certain organization, right?"

The old liar gave a hmm, and didn't seem to want to answer this question very much.

"What is the name of that organization?" Chen Xian asked again, staring at the old liar, "What do they do?"

Hearing Chen Xian's last question, the old liar was silent for a long time, until he finished smoking the cigarette that had just been lit, then he asked Chen Xian back.

"Do you know what the seven hands represent?"

"I don't know." Chen Xian shook his head.

The old liar picked up the note with the totem painted on it, and looked at it carefully, as if recalling something in the past, his eyes became both distant and solemn. Chen Xian hadn’t had this expression like a big enemy for a long time. I saw it on the face of an old liar.

"Mathematics, chemistry, physics, earth science, biology, astronomy, theology."

The old liar replied eloquently, looking at the totem on the paper that was already too familiar, his voice became a little hoarse, and he started to cough as if he had smoked too much.

"What do these seven hands represent?" Chen Xian was taken aback, surprised at the answer given by the old liar.

"They are an ancient giant international organization that was established much earlier than Yinshi. The Secret Bureau was established after them. Not only do they have foreigners, they also support many anomalous lives... ."

The old liar said slowly, and gently placed the piece of paper on the tea table.

"In fact, organizations like the Secret Bureau or the Yin City exist for pure purposes, either to maintain peace and protect the lives and property of ordinary people, to prevent the innocent people from being abnormally violated, or just like us. , To provide a shelter for those anomalous lives, and a legal underground trading place for strangers..."

"What is the purpose of their existence?" Chen Xian asked.

The old liar smiled and said, "It's not so much a goal, it's the supreme purpose, the creed of life."

As soon as the voice fell, the old liar sat back and leaned back, putting his back on the chair completely, which seemed to make him more comfortable.

"Their tenet and creed is to allow modern science to evolve to the ultimate, and to turn illusory theology and spirituality into a remnant of history. These people do not respect ghosts or believe in ghosts and gods..."

"They are the omniscient meeting."