"Can you contact the sir?"
Wen Yao stepped forward, crossed Zhuo Fu's shoulder, and looked down at the phone in his palm.
Zhuo Fu took a deep breath and shook his head anxiously:
"… no."
No matter how they tried, they couldn't get in touch with Mu Heng at all.
Zhuo Fu even contacted the technical department privately through the relationship, but found nothing.
He raised his eyes subconsciously and looked at the communicator not far away.
That dozens of seconds of video was frozen at the moment when the man turned away from the flames of light and stepped into the darkness, his figure was clearly separated by light and darkness, and it appeared cold and distant.
Zhuo Fu felt that his heart seemed to be sinking slowly.
In a sense, Mu Heng is out of control now.
He cannot be stopped, and worse, unless he wants to deny that no one on the entire continent can get in touch with him.
The whole situation is leaning towards an irresistible direction, and they can only stand aside helplessly, watching.
"Then... what shall we do now?" Zhuo Fu asked in a dry voice.
Wen Yao frowned and did not answer.
She paced in the living room, her agitation almost uncovered.
Zhuo Fu turned his head and turned to the man who hadn't said a word from the beginning, and even closed his eyes tightly, as if he was asleep in the dark looking at him: "Can you start with him?"
"difficult."
Wen Yao's masseter muscle tightened and she shook her head slowly: "A mad believer who wants to die, do you think he might help us?"
What's more, he planned the whole thing alone.
Wen Yao has not put the black robe man's chin back, because she is very sure that the moment she drags his chin back, the other party will immediately and without hesitation continue to try to commit suicide.
Such people are like this.
They are not afraid of death, not afraid of torture, and they are crazy enough to put everything aside, just to achieve their goals.
However, Wen Yao still left him.
After all, this is their only clue right now, and Mu Heng might know how to pry out the news from this person—provided they have the opportunity to contact Mu Heng.
Once again things have reached a deadlock.
At this moment, Zhuo Fu seemed to suddenly realize something: "Wait... I seem to know."
Wen Yao was startled and looked up at the past.
Zhuo Fu was a little excited: "Although we can't reach Mu Heng, we can ask him to come to us on his own initiative—"
"… what?"
Wen Yao frowned, unable to understand the meaning of Zhuo Fu's words for a while.
Let Mu Heng, who is in this state, take the initiative to find them? how is this possible
"No, no, no, we have to think about the problem from another angle..."
Zhuo Fu's eyes were shining, and his breathing was a little short:
"The purpose of this group of heretics is to facilitate the opening of the Seal of the Blood Moon, right?"
Wen Yao nodded.
Zhuo Fu: "In fact, I have been trying to conduct research in this direction all this time..."
He walked quickly to the head of the bed and picked up a pile of materials: "If you want to destroy such an ancient seal, you must have enough medium, that is, something with powerful magic attached-even if there is Mu Heng standing by them now. By the way, this condition will still not change."
I don't know when, the black-robed man's eyelids moved, the blue-black wrinkled eyelids slowly lifted, and the half-blind eyes fixedly looked towards Zhuo Fu.
"It's just that, by now, most of the objects have been destroyed by Shi'an."
Zhuo Fu lowered his head and flipped through the information. After finding a page, he pointed to Wen Yao:
"Look, there are not many abnormal fluctuation points left on the entire continent."
Wen Yao was stunned, and immediately understood what Zhuo Fu meant: "So... In order to be safe, the chief will definitely ensure that all media are collected."
Zhuo Fu grinned: "That's right."
And they happen to know the location of one of the media.
—In the laboratory of the Authority, in the belly of the spider monster.
Shi An was suffering from the torment of these ancient books in front of him.
Although he recognizes the above text, it does not mean that he is willing to use these boring and obscure things as a pastime reading.
For so many years, Shi'an has used violence to solve problems.
If one fire can't solve it, let's have two.
It was sheer torture to let him study these ancient books written by the most boring scholars of all races.
Shi An buried his head in the book with a "boom," and let out a dull wailing.
"My lord, are you okay?" The devil slid over and asked in a low voice.
"pretty good."
Shi An stayed in this position and said dullly:
"You keep looking."
The devil squatted on one of the stacks of books and stared at the young man in front of him.
There was a complex expression on its face.
After so long, it dare not say how much it knows Shi'an, but at least it still has a concept.
This powerful dragon is far from being as cruel as the monsters once imagined. On the contrary, he is even more willing to sleep in a cave than to kill or throw several towns into flames, although he loves treasures as in the legend. , But it is far less greedy and unscrupulous, and can even be regarded as easy to satisfy.
No existence can be clearer than it, how a dragon hates trouble.
But now... Shi'an is willing to bite the bullet and read these dull ancient books.
… It's over, my dragon is really going to be abducted by humans.
At the moment when the demon was in distress, the black smoke on the other side seemed to have found something, and let out a surprise cry: "My lord! I think this might be useful!"
Shi An finally looked up from the ancient books this time:
"Let me see?"
The black smoke dragged the heavy scroll full of dust and floated over. Due to the excessively exaggerated weight, its body was almost compressed and blurred.
Shi An looked down and swept around, and his eyes lit up.
Zhuo Fu drove the car and drove in the direction of the bureau.
Wen Yao sat in the co-pilot, squinted her eyes slightly, staring at the fast-moving scenery outside the car window, and asked:
"How long will it take to arrive?"
Zhuo Fu: "... You just asked this question five minutes ago."
Wen Yao took a deep breath, raised her hand and pinched the bridge of her nose, with a rare tired look on her face:
"… Feel sorry."
Zhuo Fu glanced at her, then suddenly asked:
"You should be aware by now that if we do this, it may eventually lead to the most undesirable state of affairs that the Administration wants to see, right?"
Wen Yao: "Do you mean to summon Shi'an back to the mainland again?"
She sneered softly and shook her head: "You tell me, I haven't had time to consider this issue before making these decisions."
… In other words, instinctively reluctant to think about it.
After all, even now, she still cannot trust such a powerful fantasy creature, let alone actively summon him back to the mainland.
But judging from the current situation, this may be the best outcome they have reached.
After Wen Yao finished speaking, she turned her head to look forward, but suddenly met the opponent's surprised gaze.
Zhuo Fu in the driver's seat looked at her, looking very surprised.
Wen Yao was taken aback by the opponent's expression:
"... What, what's the matter?"
"You just... called his name." Zhuo Fu gave a quick smile and said:
"—Shi'an."
Since knowing Shi’an’s true identity, Wen Yao has always used “dragon” or “dragon” to refer to the other’s existence, no matter what the circumstances, it’s like staying vigilant all the time. Remind yourself of the opposition of each other's positions.
This is the first time in such a long time that she calls the dragon "Shi'an".
Wen Yao was startled suddenly.
The memories from a few days ago suddenly appeared in her mind.
The sea of fog was raging, the flames roared, the wings of the dragon cut the sky and the dense fog, and the golden-red eyes were pure and brilliant like flames.
It lowered its head and said in a soft tone that these mists would temporarily pose little threat to humans.
She frowned, expelled the clear picture in the memory from her mind, and said in a cold tone:
"It's just a pronoun, don't think too much."
Zhuo Fu retracted his gaze, but the corners of his mouth couldn't control the ground rising:
"Yeah, you say yes."
Wen Yao was a little embarrassed into anger: "You—"
Before she finished her words, the body drifted and drove into the underground garage of the Administration.
The tires made a harsh rubbing sound on the ground and stopped in the parking space.
Zhuo Fu turned his head to look at Wen Yao, and said calmly: "Don't you want to know how long it will be? It's already here."
Wen Yao: "..."
She glared at Zhuo Fu coldly, then unfastened her seat belt and got out of the car.
Wen Yao opened the trunk and pulled out the black robe man who had been stuffed in it.
Zhuo Fu took out the gadgets he brought out from the technical department for a while, and then nodded to Wen Yao: "Okay, the monitoring is turned off, swipe my card in, go up through the elevator at the back, we won't be caught found."
Wen Yao nodded.
She followed Zhuo Fu, pushing the black-robed man forward while being vigilant about the surrounding situation at any time to prevent her whereabouts from being exposed.
Soon, they came to the institute.
After confirming that no one had found it, Wen Yao heaved a sigh of relief and looked at Zhuo Fu: "What's next?"
Zhuo Fu pulled the chair away and sat down:
"Next? I can only wait."
Zhuo Fu sent a notice to all the staff of the Institute and gave them a long vacation to ensure that no one would disturb them during this time.
If it is the usual, this trick will definitely not work, someone will definitely come to inquire, but it is different now.
The attack on the director of the Administration Bureau has had a great impact. In particular, the possible suspect is the famous Chief Mu Hengmu. The entire administration has been messed up into a pot of porridge. They have no time to care about why the institute should give employees a holiday. Kind of trifle.
Wen Yao entrusted the affairs of the Combat Division to his confidant.
The senior management acquiesced in this matter.
After all, as Mu Heng's adjutant, she chose to avoid suspicion in this situation, and the Administration can be said to be happy to see it.
Since there is no exact time limit, the waiting will become extremely long and painful.
During this period of time, they have stayed in the academy, guarding their only clue while paying close attention to the wind outside.
Although they could not contact Mu Heng, they were able to vaguely learn about each other's movements.
After all, Mu Heng always left corpses wherever he went.
Efficient, decisive, fierce, and cruel are his signature styles
—So Zhuo Fu and Wen Yao knew where Mu Heng had gone, but they just took a few steps slowly.
The management bureau did not dare to release any information related to Mu Heng, and everything from the chief of the management bureau to the bloodbathed mercenary camp was secretly suppressed.
They could not afford the possibility of leaking the news, but rumors gradually spread,
In just two days, the entire central area was disturbed by turbulence.
Finally, while waiting until the third day.
Zhuo Fu was lying on the table, awakened from his drowsy sleep by the piercing alarm, he raised his head sleepily, and looked at the screen in front of him.
When the line of sight touched the monitor screen, all sleepiness was instantly dispelled.
Zhuo Fu jumped up suddenly from the seat, and the clothes draped on his shoulders also fell to the ground. Before he could pick it up, he strode forward and stumbled to the screen.
Wen Yao was already standing here, she raised her head and fixed her gaze at the screen not far away.
The silver-haired and blue-eyed man walked in from the outside unhurriedly, easily destroying all the external defenses of the administration, and his slender figure was as sharp as a sharp blade.
Zhuo Fu swallowed and said dumbly:
"… he came."