The Ninth Secret Bureau

After Chen Xian agreed to join the Ningchuan branch, it can be said that the atmosphere in the Chen family’s old house has reached its climax. Fatty Huo almost has to dance and celebrate. After all, letting Chen Xian join the branch is a task assigned by the superior. he!

Although Chen Xian has a lot of entry requirements, these are nothing to Huo Fatty. Although Chen Xian suggested that he might quit in the future, for now... the task is better than anything else!

"Uncle Huo, do you know about these two anomalous appliances?" Chen Xian also pointed to the few lines on the list and asked him, "Which one is more practical?"

"Both are very practical." Huo Fatty glanced at the two abnormal instruments on the list, with a friendly smile on his face, "I have seen them do experiments in the scientific research department. The cinnabar pen is very easy to use. Yes, and... its role in painting souls left a deep impression on me."

Speaking of this, Fatty Huo seemed to think of something, his eyes became a bit farther away, and the expression of the hippie smiling face was gradually overwhelmed by the vicissitudes of life, and his smile gradually diminished.

"As long as it is a human-shaped pattern, it will appear out of the rice paper after its outline. Although the attack power is not as good as that of a normal spirit body, but right..." Fatty Huo smacked his lips, and half of the cigarette stuck to his dry mouth. On the skin, it looked quite funny, "Who are you drawing, who is the spirit body that it can show."

"Anyone can?" Chen Xian was stunned for a moment, his expression became visibly stunned. He seemed to think of a certain possibility. Before Fatty Huo could answer, he couldn't help asking again, "Is it all you need to draw it out? Can human-shaped patterns be realized by it into derivatives?"

"Realization...This is not so exaggerated, but it's not so different." Huo Fatty took a cigarette and laughed, "The spirits outlined by the cinnabar pen are different from ordinary ones. It is different. Although they are aggregates of unconventional material energy, their energy sources are more secretive and their stability is worse. They may disappear within a few minutes."

Having said that, Fatty Huo took the ashtray made from the mooncake tin box on the table, and gently flicked his fingers to shake the ash: "Those derivatives are very unrealistic for combat, but fortunately, the writer can manipulate them. In some cases, their auxiliary role is greater than ordinary people think."

"What do they look like?" Chen Xian asked meticulously.

"Very real, it looks much more real than ordinary spirits, almost no different from a living person." Huo Fatty replied.

Hearing that, Chen Xian nodded, and almost understood the function of this abnormal device.

From a certain point of view, the spirit body that this tool can outline is not a spirit body, but a kind of derivatives that are close to real existence. Its greatest function is not to use those derivatives to fight, but to use those Derivatives to complete some special tasks, such as drawing a person who really exists in this world, and then using the identity of others to do certain things.

To give the simplest example, if Chen Xian uses this cinnabar pen to draw the Xu Family Patriarch, and controls this derivative that appears to be exactly the same as the Xu Family Patriarch, he enters the Xu family grandiosely...

In that case, as long as no one can recognize the real identities of the derivatives, then Chen Xian can do a lot, just think of a few wicked routines, and it will be completely effortless to toss the Xu family. The dog jumps.

Of course, he just thinks about this kind of thing, because this pen has a bigger effect on him.

For example... Draw someone who has long since disappeared in this world.

Chen Ba.

"Uncle Huo, Jiu Baylor's cinnabar pen...I see a reminder in the brackets, it seems that special filing is needed, can you explain to me what this means?" Chen Xian asked curiously.

"The cinnabar pen has a monitoring instrument installed by the Scientific Research Department of the Secret Bureau. Every time the cinnabar pen is used to summon a derivative, the monitoring instrument will be automatically turned on and the synchronized image data will be sent back to the headquarters." Huo Fatty explained unhurriedly, "this The pen is not an ordinary anomalous instrument. If the writer's mind is crooked, then this pen... will cause a lot of trouble."

Chen Xian leaned back slightly, and slowly leaned back on the chair. There was a look that Fatty Huo couldn't see through those calm and unwavering eyes.

At this moment, Chen Xian had already noticed something wrong.

Although he believes that there is a certain investment value in the eyes of the Secret Service, he does not think that the Secret Service can be thirsty to this point. From a certain perspective, compared with the ancient master key that disappeared, this The function of a pen is not much different.

Use this kind of equipment that can barely compare with national treasures to solicit yourself?

Chen Xian thought for a while, and felt that his value should not have reached this point. The only possibility is that the Secret Bureau has encountered some problems, and the internal manpower is indeed insufficient, so this golden olive branch was thrown out.

From the bottom of his heart, Chen Xian wanted this pen very much, but he always swallowed his words before speaking, because he hated the feeling of being watched, not to mention that he also had some things that belonged only to himself. His secret, so this kind of possibility of exposure...He doesn't want to mix it up too much.

"What is the suffering person?" Chen Xian asked suddenly.

"It was an ancient utensil dug out from the Yulin mine in 1991. It looks roughly like a plaster mask, but it has strong flexibility and good skin-friendliness, a bit like a human skin mask." Huo The fat man patiently explained to Chen Xian. The unhurried tone only reminded Chen Xian of the sales in those shopping malls, "But that thing is very evil, and the side effects after use are relatively large, and most people can’t control it. live."

"Since your superiors listed the appliance in the list for me to choose, can you think that they think I can control the appliance?" Chen Xian asked calmly.

Fatty Huo smiled and didn't say much.

"It's really hard to pick..."

Chen Xian flipped through the list several times, and silently checked whether he had missed any good things.

The ancient mask is very similar to special stimulants. It not only enhances the cell activity of the human body, but also increases the wearer’s nerve response speed. This increase in change can be said to be very practical for Chen Xian, who can only fight in close quarters. There are certain side effects, but from the introduction, the probability of side effects is not 100%...

"I choose that mask." Chen Xian said.

"Have you thought about it?" Huo Fatty asked.

"There are too few utensils suitable for me. These evil tools on the list... none of them are what I like." Chen Xian replied, thinking of the meat saw knife still in the back room, and he shook it again. Shaking his head, "I already have the evil weapon, and I can't use the magic weapon, so it seems that it is more cost-effective to choose this kind of anomalous weapon."

Hearing this, Huo Fatty nodded with a smile, as if he had known that Chen Xian would choose this for a long time, so the expression on his face was not unexpected, on the contrary, he acted for granted.

Magic weapons and evil weapons can be exchanged for money. Although these high-level tools are difficult to buy, they are in a market and priceless state, but if you spend a little more money, you can’t buy them. , It's just going to be very troublesome.

Therefore, compared with them, anomalous tools are the best choice. With their rarity, coupled with the characteristics of never being traded in the market, these are enough to show that they are more rare than magic weapons. many.

"Let's sign the employment contract this afternoon. I will give you an address and you will remember it..." Huo Fatty said, took out his mobile phone and sent Chen Xian an address on WeChat, which was also his addition to Chen Xian. The message sent for the first time since the idle WeChat.

After doing all this, Fatty Huo seemed to be completely relieved, and leaned back on the chair lazily, with a relieved expression on his face.

"I have sent you the exact time and place. Remember to come on time. Then I will introduce someone to you by the way. They are all members of the Ningchuan branch. In the future, you will not see you and see you down, and you will have to deal with them. Yes."

Chen Xian faintly frowned, but did not refuse, politely replied with the word "OK".

Although he doesn't like to deal with people, he can't tolerate his temper under the circumstances. After all, Fatty Huo is his superior. If he refuses this kind of thing...it would be a little unkind.

After a simple greeting, Fatty Huo got up and said goodbye.

When sending him out, Chen Xian found that Lu Yisheng had been standing outside the gate, as if he had been waiting outside for Fatty Huo to come out.

"It's settled?" Lu Yisheng asked enthusiastically.

Fatty Huo nodded, with an unconcealable smile on his face: "It's done."

"Is it his own person from now on?" Lu Yisheng said, his gaze has been turning around Chen Xian, his face was a bit wretched, and now it is so wretched that people can't bear to look directly at him, "I will be my superior from now on. Huh?"

Seeing his mean smile on his face, Chen Xian felt a little headache. He was completely confused about what happened to Lu Yisheng. How could he be called an idol when he opened his mouth and closed his mouth?

"Boss, come, this is a meeting gift for you."

Lu Yisheng seemed to have guessed that this matter could be negotiated, he was even ready for the meeting ceremony for the new official to take office, and while talking, he stuffed a fruit basket into Chen Xian's hand. He was indescribably beaten with a smile on his hippie face.

"Are you bribing me?" Chen Xian asked calmly.

"This is not bribery, don't talk nonsense!" Lu Yisheng laughed, "This is so worldly, how can bribery be so tacky."

Chen Xian didn't say a word, looking at the supermarket label "Selling Price 50.00" on the fruit basket, he was involuntarily lost in thought.

It’s true that the old saying is not wrong to gather people by group. Fatty Huo came to thank you for sending eggs, and Lu Yisheng gave gifts only with fruit baskets...

Could it be that the custom within the Secret Bureau is to give gifts that never exceed one hundred yuan?

"Why do you stupid so hard..." Chen Xian couldn't help but muttered in a low voice.

"What?" Fatty Huo didn't hear clearly, and turned his head around.

Chen Xian glanced at him silently, and then at Lu Yisheng, who was confused, and finally showed a cordial and friendly smile: "Praise you both."

"Praise the two of us?" Fatty Huo was confused, "praise us for what?"

Chen Xian thought for a while, and answered as tactfully as possible.

"Praise you both for being magnificent."