The Ninth Secret Bureau

Chen Xian's position in the Secret Bureau is very special. Compared with most temporary workers, he is definitely a particularly mysterious person.

He doesn't like to be pushy, and he doesn't like to show his face in various organization gatherings in the bureau. From the day he became a temporary worker, he has been hiding behind the scenes. Only when he receives a task and attends work, can the secretaries have the opportunity to contact. To him.

Therefore, in the Secret Service, there are not many people who know the true identity of "Foreign Eaters". After all, the identity information of temporary workers is opaque, and no extra information will be revealed except for the code name.

In the imagination of most people, the "Foreign Eater" is an old predecessor who is at an elder age, and it is very likely that he has some kind of universal ability. If this is not the case, how could he be registered as a temporary worker? , It only takes a year to get promoted from junior to senior?

This kind of rapid promotion speed absolutely requires the blessing of extremely strong personal ability, and this kind of strong personal strength will only appear in the old seniors, so many good people are secretly analyzing behind the scenes. Which kind of senior master is he? Is this not going to escape the world and practice?

Ninety-nine percent of people would never think that the so-called alien eater... is actually a hairy kid.

Even if they saw Chen Xian with their own eyes, it was impossible to associate him with the code name Alien Eater, because the contrast was a bit unacceptable, and no one would believe it.

"Why haven't digested it yet..."

At the dinner table in the evening, Chen Xian kept rubbing his stomach, with an ugly expression on his face.

He cooked a table of dishes as usual today. He wanted to eat a bite, but he did not eat a few mouthfuls when he picked up the chopsticks, but found that he was a little uncomfortable. There was a feeling of bulging and bulging in his stomach, which was like eating accumulated food. It's uncomfortable that I haven't digested it.

This symptom seems to be related to the "sha" he ate.

Since he ate Sha, his stomach has been uncomfortable until this moment, but the symptoms are not particularly obvious from time to time, so he did not pay much attention before, only if it has not digested the stomach. s things.

But now he doesn't feel right.

Is that shameful?

It's really amazing.

But in Chen Xian's career as a temporary worker for so many years, that Sha can only be regarded as a mid-range opponent, and he has never had such a reaction to eat an opponent that is more than ten times more powerful, so he is also puzzled.

What exactly is going on? ?

Why does my stomach, which has always been beaten by iron, suddenly feel uncomfortable? ?

"Chen Xian, why...belly?" Mu He sat next to Chen Xian. Seeing him holding his abdomen all the time, Mu He couldn't help asking a few more words, "Are you...uncomfortable?"

"It's okay, maybe it's because I've been eating." Chen Xian said, letting go of the hand covering his stomach, and silently put a lot of vegetables in the girl's bowl, "You eat more."

Not to mention Chen Xian's cooking skills, judging from the development trend of Muhe's figure in the past few days...The dishes he cooks should be delicious and nutritious.

When Mu He first came to the old house of the Chen family, her figure was very thin and unhealthy. At first glance, she belonged to the kind of chronically malnourished person, but after Chen Xian's careful preparation of food supplements over the past few days, she was obviously plumper than at first. Many, the curves of the figure have become more soft and moving, and the thin and withered little hands have also become fleshy, and the feeling of holding her hands is obviously different from the first.

Chen Xian rested his chin with his hands, leaned languidly on the table, silently watching Mu He eat.

Seeing her eating so deliciously, Chen Xian inevitably felt a sense of accomplishment.

But when Chen Xian picked up his chopsticks and was about to eat something to cushion his stomach, a sudden knock on the door interrupted the rhythm of his meal.

Mu He raised his head and glanced at the gate, then looked back at Chen Xian.

"You eat yours," Chen Xian said softly, getting up and walking towards the gate.

Could it be that Fatty Huo did not give up and came back?

This shouldn't be... today's rejection should be straightforward. How could he come back tonight?

With this in mind, Chen Xian walked to the gate and asked, "Who?"

"I, your most beloved Master Ge!" A shameless voice came from outside the door.

Chen Xian was taken aback, and hurriedly stepped forward to open the door.

"Master Ge, why are you here?"

Looking at the old liar standing outside the door, Chen Xian was full of question marks.

Today is not a day off, and there is no holiday in Yin City. This old man has always made money as his duty...Why didn't he go to open a store at this time and went to himself?

"Look at you and bring you something to eat by the way." The old liar said, crossing the threshold familiarly and walking into the yard. Seeing Mu He staring at him at the dinner table, the old man also talked to her very friendly Say hello, "Are you there, little girl?"

Perhaps because he had watched cartoons in the old liar's shop, Mu He had a pretty good impression of the old liar. He was not so vigilant when he looked at him, instead he showed an extremely cute smile.

The old liar is a rare person Chen Xian can trust, so at this time, he did not deliberately let Mu He avoid him, turned and ran to fetch a pair of tableware, and ate with him.

At the dinner table, Mu He's eating speed became a little slower. After all, this was the first time she was eating at the same table with someone other than Chen Xian. She would look up at the old liar from time to time, as if she was curious. who is he?

"Xiao Chen, you guys... are you living together now, huh?" The old liar took a piece of braised pork and put it in a wooden bowl. His old, haggard face had a look that looked like a grandson and daughter-in-law, "This girl is really good." , You can eat and drink, your body must be better, but there are a little less words...but it matches you well."

Chen Xian was a little fidgety.

To be precise, he was very restless.

Especially seeing the meaningful eyes of the old liar...

"When did you two get better?" the old liar asked nonchalantly.

"Don't think too much about it, it's just a friend." Chen Xian's answer was perfect.

The old liar drank two taels of wine in one gulp, expressing his disbelief clearly.

Chen Xian was thinking about how to distract him from this depressing topic. Suddenly his expression changed, as if thinking of something, he hurriedly took out his wallet and drew out a piece of scratch paper with a certain pattern drawn from it.

"Master Ge, have you seen this pattern?" Chen Xian asked cautiously, opening the paper stand in front of the old liar.

On this A4 paper, there is a pattern drawn with a black neutral pen.

The pattern structure is regular and symmetrical, showing a perfect circle, surrounded by many unknown vines, among which seven palms are stacked on top of each other, as if to symbolize a certain spirit.

This pattern is the pattern that appeared in the mental hospital, and it was also the main culprit who frightened Fatty Huo and the others at first, so Chen Xian had a deep memory of it, and he could even easily copy it from his memory.

During this period of time, Chen Xian also tried to check related information online, but as he guessed, there was no news about this pattern on the Internet, and it was very likely that it was completely blocked by the Secret Service.

Ordinary sources of information can no longer be relied on. If you want to find clues about this pattern...or about the mysterious organization, you must find another way.

For example, ask an old liar.

He is a well-informed older generation stranger who knows the information about this pattern if he is not sure.

"This pattern..." The old liar took a look at the paper, a faint dignity flashed in his eyes, but he still pretended to think hard but couldn't remember anything, and shook Chen Xian. Shaking his head, "I haven't seen it."

Chen Xian didn't doubt the old liar's words, but felt a little disappointed, and reluctantly put away the paper with the pattern.

"Does this pattern have any meaning?" the old liar asked calmly.

"I don't know either." Chen Xian sighed.

"Where did you see this pattern?" the old liar asked again, taking a sip from his glass.

Chen Xian did not dare to mention the psychiatric hospital. After all, the confidentiality level of the mission was very high. If you say it casually, it may cause trouble. Although the old liar can be trusted, but...maybe it is a professional principle. Chen Xian didn't want to go against those words promised to Huo Fatty.

"Forget it, don't talk about this."

Chen Xian smiled and was about to end the topic, but the old liar seemed to remember something suddenly, hooked his chin at Chen Xian, and said meaningfully, "Aren't you relying on the big tree that guards the secret bureau? Their intelligence network? It's not comparable to us, why don't you ask them?"

"This...I also asked." Chen Xian frowned, but did not hide at this point, "I don't have enough authority. They can't give me any clues about this pattern."

The old liar lit a cigarette, smacked his lips and asked, "Why don't you have enough authority? Aren't you a senior temporary worker?"

"It's still not enough." Chen Xian sighed, "Maybe the confidentiality of this information is very high, and only senior members within them are qualified to know."

"This information is important to you?" the old liar asked.

Chen Xian thought for a while and nodded seriously: "It's very important."

"Then you just formally join the job." The old liar smiled, "There is no loss to you anyway."

Hearing this, Chen Xian looked at him with a skeptical look.

"Master Ge, you are not the lobbyist called by Huo Fatty?"