"Sir, the investigation bureau is ahead."
The fat director was sitting on the horse, and was overtaken more than once by Joe Butran who was riding excitedly.
“Finally, we’re here.”
Jobtran said calmly, he patted the old horse under him and touched the horse's back twice with some regret.
“We’re finally here!”
The mouse thought with a bitter face.
This was the first time that Mouse had ridden a horse in his life, but he promised that it would also be his last time!
Along the way, Jobtran galloped on the town's paths. He enjoyed the ride very much, but for the mouse, who had a poor sense of balance, it was a torture between his buttocks.
Although the old horse's steps were steadier than those of the young horse, it had a rare burst of speed under the control of Joe Butran.
It just so happened that that section of the road was somewhat bumpy in the mountains, which made it very difficult for the mice.
He didn't even have to take his pants off to check to know that the sides of his thighs were definitely rubbed.
"A touch of sadness."
The mouse thought helplessly.
The building in front of you is independent of the town and is located in the suburbs.
It is a place that the locals call White-headed Old Man Mountain. There is a strange rock on the top of the mountain, which looks like an old man admiring the moon from a distance. The snow on the top of the mountain never melts all year round, so it is named White-headed Old Man Mountain.
Another reason why this mountain is famous locally is that its slopes are not as easy to climb to the top as ordinary hills.
Its slopes are nearly vertical, like a pillar standing between heaven and earth.
Despite the erosion of wind, rain and time, the rock of Baitou Laoweng Mountain is not easily eroded limestone or sandstone, but hematite with relatively high density and toughness.
Under the sunlight, the entire mountain will appear like reflective stars in the night sky, which is very eye-catching.
The seamless structure of the mountain makes miners and developers sigh in despair. Rather than taking the risks and costs of large-scale mining, they would rather develop underground resources.
Some desperate people once tried to destroy the White-headed Old Man Mountain with explosives, but they found nothing except some fallen iron ore.
Those who returned empty-handed naturally spread rumors that Mount Paektuwa was worthless, and people gradually turned their attention to other attractions.
The Mysterious Investigation Bureau has taken great pains to set up a branch here.
They used magic to cut off pieces of mica-like hematite, and hollowed out a part at the bottom of the mountain to serve as a branch. The entire branch was like a building embedded in the mountain.
People were initially surprised by the sudden appearance of this building, but after hearing the name of the mysterious investigation bureau, they chose to avoid talking about it.
"Welcome to the Environmental Protection Agency, how may I help you?"
A female receptionist who had received etiquette training stood at the entrance with an official smile and bowed to Joe Butran and his group.
Whether it's the curve of the corners of his mouth, the warm greeting, or the angle of his bend, it's all impeccable.
The receptionist gave people a perfect sense of intimacy, but Joe Butron vaguely felt the fluctuation of power from her.
"Please stop casting the detection spell you are casting. It will make me happier."
Jobtran replied coldly.
He looked to the front right and saw nothing there, but in fact, in Joe Butran's eyes, there was an eye demon floating there, staring at him.
In addition to the rusty smell of hematite in the air, there seemed to be a hint of other smells, and Jobtron's sensitive sense of smell reminded him.
The receptionist showed a hint of vigilance after hearing this, but her expression changed when she saw the investigator badge that Joe Butran took out of his pocket.
"My lord, I am sorry for the disrespect."
The receptionist lowered her head with a slightly ashamed look on her face, and waved her hand to dispel the eye demon in the void.
"I'm a little hungry, get me something to eat."
Joe Butran turned around and said something to the two of them, then walked up to the receptionist.
"Take me around."
Joe Butran leaned over to the receptionist's ear and whispered.
"yes."
The girl at the front desk immediately agreed.
The fat man and the mouse looked at each other, nodded to each other, and immediately walked out the door.
"Sir, Angela has never seen you before. Are you an outside investigator?"
The receptionist walked in front and turned sideways to ask Joe Butran.
“Well, but I found some incidents that require the cooperation of the authorities.
First of all, I would like to see some archives. Do you have an archive room here?"
Joe Butran nodded, made no secret of his identity as an outsider, and frankly stated the purpose of his visit.
“There is an archive room, but I don’t know what kind of information you want to investigate
If it is convenient, I hope you can let me know.
Angela can help adults save some searching time.
We are a little different from other investigation bureaus here. Without sufficient authority, many files are restricted.”
Angela, the receptionist, led Jobtran through what looked like an office and then stopped in front of a wall.
"Sir, please go first."
She stretched out her hand toward the wall, bent down, and looked straight at Jobtran.
"Well, getting in is not a problem, but can you tell me what you, an evil eye attendant, are doing in the Occult Investigation Bureau?"
Joe Butran sneered, turned around and grabbed her neck without saying a word, and used his arms to push her against the wall.
"How...do...you...see...what...you're...wearing..."
Angela, who was being strangled, asked with difficulty.
“It’s a very sophisticated illusion, but don’t you think you present yourself as too perfect
Also, illusions can deceive people's eyes, but they can't deceive people's sense of smell. This place is full of blood. You tell me I can't detect the problem?"
From the very beginning, Jobtran noticed a subtle feeling displayed by various signs here.
The receptionist was already standing guard at the door even though they hadn't reached it yet. This made Jobtran suspicious.
Every action displayed by the receptionist Angela seemed deliberate, and even a little artificial if you listened carefully.
Therefore, Jobtran used the code word "I'm a little hungry, get me something to eat" which was prepared in advance to inform the mouse and the fat director to leave early.
As for the local mysterious investigation bureau, it should not choose to handle the matter coldly after a mysterious incident occurs. This is one of the reasons why Joe Butran noticed something wrong earlier.
At this point, Jobtran could believe that Iceland's mysterious investigation agency had fallen.
Their fall did not happen in an instant, but was caused by the cunning evil eye servants who eroded them one by one and gradually infiltrated from the inside.
The spiritual power of the evil eye servants can charm the people around them, making them feel friendly. Coupled with their illusion ability, they have a natural advantage in carrying out covert work.
It seemed that Jobtran's arrival was just a coincidence, and he happened to happen to catch them completing the overall cleansing.
This is no wonder, as Iceland's unique geographical location has left them isolated and helpless.
Iceland is located in the North Atlantic Ocean, surrounded by the ocean on all sides. Apart from conveying some information through merchant ships, they basically do not communicate with the outside world.
This poses a high risk of being hacked.
The Icelandic Mysterious Investigation Bureau, which was once as strong as an iron wall, fell into the hands of the weak evil eye waiter.
These evil eye servants are evil forces that are proficient in illusion and psychic power. They worship a strange creature called the Eye Demon.
Unlike beings at the level of the Old Ones, although this strange creature, the Beholder, possesses supernatural abilities, such as elemental attacks and mind control, there have been records of its capture in human history.
No one knows where these eye demons came from.
According to the legend of central Bei'ou, the creature called the Eye Demon was bred by the Eye Demon Giant Mother, also known as the Queen Mother, the patron goddess of the Eye Demon clan.
They are in the shape of a six-foot-wide sphere with a bloody mouth full of fangs, controlled by a giant bloodshot eye in the middle. There are also ten tentacles extending outward from the sphere, and at the end of each of the ten tentacles there is an eyeball for monitoring other directions.
The Eye Demon can use mental power to float itself in the air, or it can use its tentacles to support its body on the ground and crawl forward.
This creature, which usually roams in dilapidated cities with hostile environments and secret dark hells, has taken root on the island of Iceland and developed its own followers.
Angela, the receptionist in front of him, could no longer maintain her illusion after slowly suffocating, revealing her ugly true face.
It was an old and dirty face with an obvious hole on the forehead, and in the hole was an eye looking around.
That was the eyeball transplanted from the young eye demon. The evil eye servant believed that this would allow him to gain immortality and infinite power.
The evil eye believer who called herself Angela was wearing a nun's uniform with clear black and white lines and covered in blood. If she had worn a scarf on her head, she would be mistaken for a devout nun.
"Papa sect?"
A question immediately arose in Joet Brown's mind, and the answer to this question was found after he crossed the wall.
Jobtran stretched out his hand and gently touched the wall in front of him.
There was no clear feeling of touch on the fingertips, but instead there seemed to be wave-like patterns on the wall.
"This is not an illusion from the Eye Demon Department, but an illusion mechanism left by the authorities."
Joe Butran made an immediate judgment in his mind.
Illusion mechanisms are very common and are often used to deceive ordinary people. There was even a magic academy that set up an illusion mechanism at a public train station, which caused controversy and became an urban legend.
The cautious Joet Brown did not step into the illusion mechanism immediately without any precautions, but cast several layers of holy light protection spells on his body before stepping forward carefully. After all, the infamous death gaze of the Eye Demon was no joke.
Behind the wall, all that could be seen was a sea of scarlet. Many investigators in plain clothes were caught off guard and killed by the sudden attack of the evil eye servants.
Some of them still had smiles on their faces, and seemed to be boasting about their adventures over their glasses;
Some people have anger and resentment on their faces, as if they are confused by being betrayed by those around them;
Some people showed sadness on their faces, as if their loved ones were killed, but these people have now become part of the past.
"It must be hard to defend against a sudden attack from someone familiar to you."
Joet Brown sighed in his heart.
The corpses lying on the ground are currently all humans, most of them are low-level dog-level investigators, but there is not a single corpse of the evil eye waiter.
Looking at the empty hall of the Investigation Bureau, Jobtran keenly noticed that there seemed to be an evil eye waiter lurking inside.
"It's impossible for them to leave only one person here to deal with the newcomers. There must be other enemies here."
Thinking so, Joet Brown rubbed his body from the pile of investigators' bodies and smeared some of the blood that was about to stink on his body.
"I'm sorry, brothers."
He muttered to himself as he applied the lotion on his body.
Jobtran walked lightly, gripping the soles of his shoes with his toes to avoid making any extra noise when walking.
He walked towards the energy storage room not far away. He needed to find an answer there.
Why wasn't the protection system that every investigation bureau has been triggered
Although Jobtran thought of the general possibility, he still needed to confirm the truth of the incident.
“Squeak.”
Although Joet Brown was very careful, the sound of pushing the door open alarmed the enemy who was guarding in the distance.
"who!"
An angry curse was heard from a distance, and a red ray shot out from Joet Brown's left rear side.
When Joet Brown heard the sound, he reacted immediately and rolled to the side.
The red ray hit the door of the energy storage room directly and blasted the wooden door into pieces of varying sizes.
A piece of flying wood pierced the outside of Jobtran's arm, but he didn't care too much. He didn't have much time left, and the more information he could get, the better.
A drop of blood flowed from his arm and dripped onto the ground.
Jobtran quickly ran to the energy storage room and saw the expected scene.
On the shelves were pieces of mithril that had been broken into pieces, and the magic crystal ball in the center of the energy storage room was broken into several pieces.
Without any unnecessary delay, Jobtran immediately left the entrance. He mounted his horse and galloped towards the meeting point agreed upon with the Mouse and the Fat Director.
It was not a wise thing to confront an unknown number of enemies in the Investigation Bureau head-on at this time, not to mention that I was alone at the moment.
Jobtran asked himself, no matter how good a fighter he was, it was impossible for him to wipe out all the people in the Icelandic Investigation Bureau.
There were more than 300 registered investigators, including some wolf-level investigators like himself.
Although no trace of the bodies of investigators above the dog level was found on the scene, Joet Brown believed that there should not be many survivors, and what he should do now is to escape!
"Coward! I'll find you!"
A deafening roar came from behind the wall, and the mysterious enemy found the drop of blood belonging to Jobtran on the ground.
He lay on the ground, licked it with his tongue, and swallowed the drop of blood along with the dust on the ground into his stomach.
"I remember your smell!"