Harris reached out and took the stack of documents handed over by his subordinates.
On the top is the identification and on-site restoration of spell traces made by the black wizards of the "Red Sect".
The paper documents are full of detailed analysis at length, and they are densely packed.
It even includes the time when the spell is released, the amplitude of the ether fluctuation, the psychological state of both parties, the degree of terrain damage during the battle, and so on.
Every aspect of the entire battle has been sorted out in detail.
Fortunately, the dark wizards are not the elm heads of the Truth Society, they directly marked the most important part of the information in red, and attached a descriptive complete process restoration.
Such a detailed investigation report is something that only wizards can do.
The only means of detection that hunters rely on are their own senses.
For example, highly specialized vision can see bloodstains that are difficult for ordinary people to see, and even directly see the trajectory of ether fluctuations.
But it's also possible to see the hidden side of the world and end up going mad...
Of course, this is just a legend.
When the old hunters really madly died, they had already lost the ability to speak, only roaring and raving, and had no chance to describe what he saw to others.
The temporary cooperation between "White Wolf" and "Red Sect" has indeed brought a lot of benefits to both parties.
At least in terms of combat, the complementarity of melee and ranged for combat efficiency is obvious.
Today's suppression of the situation, this cooperation is indispensable...
But only if they have the same purpose.
Otherwise, those wizards with eyes above the top would not choose to cooperate with hunters.
Harris glanced at it roughly, turned to the end, and his pupils shrank.
The file ends with photos taken on site.
The entire alley was covered with flesh and blood, and the walls and ground were covered with blood-stained flesh membranes. Even just looking at the photos, you could feel that they were squirming.
The corpse of Youai in the center was beyond recognition, and could only be judged by the remaining pieces of clothing.
The whole corpse was twisted like a meat cocoon, or the lair of some kind of creature.
Bloodshots destroyed all the surface of the corpse that fell on the ground. The corpse opened its mouth, and a pure white iris grew from its mouth.
The roots of the iris penetrated deep into the flesh, gradually turning from green to red and black.
It is difficult to tell whether this flower was planted later by humans, or whether it grew out of these flesh and blood.
However, judging from the report's identification, the flower withered along with the decay of the flesh shortly after the photo was taken.
It was as if the flower was some kind of parasitic creature, after absorbing the flesh of John and Yoai as nutrients, it eventually withered because it lost its source of nutrients.
The corpse in the alley showed the pain in his life in a very strange manner, and even dragged a long bloodstain behind him.
Youai stretched out her arm with all her might and left a bloody handwriting on the ground.
"Run".
Harris put the document on the table and let out a long breath: "So, after John came back from the bookstore, he was parasitized by something unknown and changed his mind... Even the dark wizards couldn't analyze it. What the hell is wrong with this?"
The subordinate bowed his head: "Yes."
"What are they going to do next?"
"The corrupted flesh and withered irises have been collected, and they are ready to be handed over to the Red Sect headquarters, and let Murphy the Prayer make a judgment. The current suggestion is for us to temporarily give up the exploration of the bookstore, and first of all do our best to ensure that the magic mirror is safe. hatching of eggs."
"That Red Sect Destruction Grade that never showed up?"
Harris said calmly: "Tell them that the 'White Wolf' will try their best to cooperate."
"Yes."
The subordinates withdrew respectfully.
Is this a warning from the bookstore owner
Harris thought silently, turned around, and looked out the window.
Outside the window is a part of a huge factory, and in the center of the huge hatchery is the magic mirror egg.
Guaranteed hatching of the mirror egg
But he did not forget that the reason why Ji Zhixu suddenly jumped out was because he had contact with the owner of the bookstore.
He had reason to believe that the owner of the bookstore was the one behind Ji Zhixu.
No one can guarantee that the escaped Ji Zhixu will not get more support from the owner of the bookstore.
He can't allow any variables...
…
Lin Jie opened his eyes and woke up from his dream.
He looked at the softly fluttering feathers above, recalling sweet dreams, and couldn't help but smile.
"Next time, I should really thank Old Wang, this thing can really bring sweet dreams."
Lin Jie stretched, sat up from the bed, took a deep breath, feeling refreshed and full of energy.
It was still raining non-stop outside, and the dim sky couldn't tell the time.
He glanced at the metal alarm clock by the bed, it was exactly six o'clock.
This was half an hour earlier than usual, but at the same time he felt energetic, indicating that the quality of sleep last night was quite high.
"Hopefully, as she said, 'When the next night comes, we can still meet in a dream'."
Lin Jie murmured, got out of bed, changed clothes, and walked into the toilet.
However, although it is possible to have that kind of continuous dream, the probability should be very small. He was lucky, and he didn't know if he could impress this net.
Let it capture another sweet dream for him.
Standing in front of the mirror on the sink, Lin Jie picked up the tooth cup, turned on the faucet, and started to wash up early in the day.
Facing guests with a neat and decent image is also an indispensable courtesy.
"Ah Gollum... poof!"
Lin Jie spat out a mouthful of water and foam, rinsed his mouth twice, wet his face with a towel, opened his mouth and looked at his teeth habitually, and was suddenly stunned.
"How do you feel... something doesn't seem right?"
Lin Jie looked suspiciously at the mirror, opened his mouth wide, and used his fingers to fumble the upper and lower rows of teeth.
After confirming again and again, he can be sure that he has eight more teeth.
These eight teeth are at the ends of the two rows of teeth.
The original teeth, especially the molars, have all shrunk slightly, just in time to arrange a few new tenants in plain sight.
"I think... even if I suddenly got polydental disease, it probably wouldn't grow out that fast, would it?"
Lin Jie twitched the corners of his mouth, and after thinking about it, he suspected that it was Xiao Hei's fault.
—Xiao Hei is the nickname he gave to "the mastermind behind him". After all, on the one hand, this guy is the mastermind behind the scenes, and on the other hand, it looks like a black silhouette.
But no matter how you think about it, more teeth seem to be meaningless.
"Oh, forget it, who knows what it thinks, maybe it's a blessing to send teeth?"
Lin Jie repeatedly tried to bite and let go, and found that it had no effect on the function of the teeth, so he simply gave up thinking.
As for the teeth, they can be used without pain.
Lin Jie tidied up his clothes and hair again, and went downstairs to open for business.
"I'm really looking forward to it. Will there be new guests today?"