The Old Gods Are Whispering

At 7:30 in the evening, the lights in the hospital wards were brightly lit.

Gu Jianlin leaned on the bedside of the hospital bed, took a sip of coke, and looked down at his phone.

On the official interface of the Deep Space Network, Taixu said in a soft voice: "After the official confirmation of the Ethereum Association, you have successfully hunted the second-order fallen person, code-named clown, and the assessment task has been officially completed. I am updating your personal information, please wait a moment .”

With a ding, the information has been updated.

Gu Jianlin's personal information interface popped up.

"Name: Gu Jianlin."

"Sex: Male."

"Blood type: Type O."

"Date of Birth: August 13, 20xx."

"Talent classification: self-sublimation."

"Inheritance path: Divine Division."

"Level: Level zero."

"Merit: 3100."

"Position: D-Class Investigator."

Seeing this, his heart was finally relieved.

Chen Qing stuck the needle into the back of his hand, carefully pasted the tape, and hesitated for a second: "Why do I feel that this scene seems familiar? The last time I treated your injury seems to be the last time."

This glamorous Yujie showed a helpless expression.

Gu Jianlin was a little embarrassed. Ever since he entered the extraordinary world, getting injured seemed to be a common occurrence.

Chen Qing said softly: "I heard that you found the clown yourself, and you fought with him for a long time before the action team arrived. It's very dangerous."

Gu Jianlin said calmly, "I just don't want to put the safety of myself and my family in other people's hands. What's more, isn't there a reward for killing a clown? I need those."

He looked down at his right hand.

A silver-white chain is tied around the wrist, and a black bell hangs at the end.

The lock that does not exist, the requiem bell.

Two mythical weapons.

One was stolen, and the other was also stolen.

Inexplicably a little cool.

According to the data of the deep space network, every piece of mythical armor has a passive effect.

The passive effect of the lock of inexistence is that any creature or object it touches can hide its extraordinary characteristics.

The passive effect of the Requiem Bell is that it can give an early warning when the bearer is mentally sensed or attacked.

After these two mythical weapons were controlled by his spirituality, as the holder, he naturally understood their functions.

Needless to say, the lock that does not exist.

As long as Gu Jianlin is willing, in the spiritual perception of others, he is an ordinary person without any extraordinary characteristics.

His two mythical weapons can be seen by others, but in their eyes, they are just ordinary objects.

The Requiem Bell, on the other hand, can effectively evade many assassination methods.

"Anyway, thank you for your hard work. Did you get the answer you wanted from the clown?" Chen Qing asked seriously.

Gu Jianlin thought for a while: "That's right."

At least the Myth Armor has been obtained.

The clown's soul can also be used for torture.

"That's good."

Chen Qing's indifferent face showed a meaningful expression, and he said: "As a zero-level priest and a D-level investigator, you are quite rich now. Not only have more than three thousand meritorious deeds, you can Exchange a lot of resources. Moreover, those two mythical weapons are also your spoils of war."

Speaking of this, she couldn't control her tone, and there was a hint of envy.

Gu Jianlin did see the interface about merit exchange on the interface of Deep Space Network.

"Mythical weapons, are they rare?"

he asked curiously.

Chen Qing's eyes were strange, and he explained: "What do you think? For example, young master, he is the fourth-order crazy king of the ancient martial arts path, and the Lu family is also a big family in our country. He has not had a mythical weapon until now. The mythical weapon is not only rare, And the containment conditions are harsh."

Gu Jianlin frowned. When he usurped these two mythical weapons, he didn't encounter any conditions for containment.

Most likely it was Qilin's power that helped him open it.

"Keep it in good condition. No matter who comes to you or what conditions you ask, don't agree to it. Now that you have a hidden mythical weapon, it will be very difficult for ordinary people to take advantage of you."

Chen Qing said quite meaningfully.

Gu Jianlin asked, "Will someone want to take things away from me?"

"Of course, this is a mythical weapon. It is impossible not to be tempted. For example, the Yan family and the trial court are very heartbroken right now."

Chen Qing said lightly: "But your talent and strength have been recognized, and the trial court can't say anything, unless you feel that the two mythical weapons are not suitable for you, they will probably exchange them with you for other things. "

Gu Jianlin thought to himself, "What department is the court?"

Chen Qing folded his hands on his chest, with a pair of beautiful black silk legs overlapping: "The Tribunal is currently the most powerful faction within the Aether Association. Back then, your father caused the blood moon massacre, which caused heavy losses to the Tribunal and several aristocratic families in Fengcheng , so they will target you very much."

"The trial court has determined that your father's depravity was caused by the power of the ancient gods, and even began to doubt you. The young master asked me to stay here to watch you. The first is to help you deal with the injury, and the second is that the trial court Request the medical department to conduct a medical examination on you."

She paused: "The name is to prevent you from being poisoned by Gu, so you need to test again."

Gu Jianlin noticed the key word: "Again?"

"Now I can tell you too."

Chen Qing hesitated for a moment: "After we returned to China, we heard that when you were in a coma in a car accident and hospitalized, the people in the trial court had already conducted three tests on you, which indirectly disturbed your recovery. In fact, you should have been discharged from the hospital a month earlier. of."

"Including this mission, people who want to use you as bait."

She paused: "You actually know that person."

Gu Jianlin was stunned: "Who?"

"Deacon Nie."

Chen Qing pulled out a photo from the phone: "Have you seen it?"

Gu Jianlin was stunned when he saw that familiar face.

Because this is Dad's best friend back then, and he often came to his house as a guest when he was a child.

This person also has a niece who used to go to cram school together.

"It's nothing surprising. Many seemingly friendships in this world are actually worthless."

Chen Qing frowned and said: "The person who will do your physical examination later is called Lin Wanqiu. He is the person in charge of the medical department. He is a fourth-level priest. He is very close to the trial court. If you have any physical problems, you must never hide it from me. But her."

She suddenly became serious and asked: "To be honest, no one knows how you killed the clown, and it was still when the operation team was completely wiped out. If there is anything we don't know, it's best to say it now."

Gu Jianlin fell into silence, because after using the ancient deification this time, he left very serious sequelae.

That is, his body was almost exhausted, and there was a kind of pain like tearing cells all over his body.

The mind is so delicate that even spiritual self-recovery becomes extremely slow.

He can feel it himself, as long as he rests for a while, he can recover.

However, if the medical department finds something abnormal, it will inevitably cause some trouble.

He suddenly remembered something and took out a business card in his pocket.

Forget about grocery stores.

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Deep Space Technology Building.

Lu Zijin did not find the mastermind behind the scenes tonight, and the hunting mission has been successfully completed, so there is nothing wrong with her.

Her minister had already returned to her desk, ordered a cup of milk tea, and sucked it up beautifully.

There is a photo on the computer screen in front of the desk.

In the ruins, a blood-stained teenager sat on a chair, with an unrecognizable corpse under his feet.

The light was so bright, but it seemed to be shining on him alone.

Those dark pupils, like a lake filled with mist, were deep and hazy.

"really not bad."

Lu Zijin smiled: "Taixu, how did he find the clown?"

Taixu calmly replied: "If my judgment is not wrong, then he has accurately identified the clown's identity by virtue of his profiling talent, based on the clown's personal information files, and the traces left by the animal slaughter near Fengcheng No. 2 Middle School. "

Although Lu Zijin guessed it, he still felt a little weird: "How can you accurately identify it?"

"Then we have to ask Gu Jianlin himself, or the dead Professor Gu."

Taixu said: "But I guess, he should use... the method of elimination."

Lu Zijin was silent for a second: "In other words, he compared everyone in the school one by one?"

"Yes, through clues and information, piece together a personality portrait, and then compare it with all the ones that have appeared inside and outside the school. He knows most of the teachers in Fengcheng No. 2 Middle School, and the students are too simple. It is not difficult to see through them. As long as Take your time, I can do it too. Gu Jianlin is more perceptive than me, so once a sublimated person shows up at the school, it will be obvious to him."

Taixu added: "Finally, use the clown's personality portrait as a comparison to determine the target."

Lu Zijin understood: "I see."

Taixu said: "Gu Jianlin even found out the combat strength we arranged in the school, so he dared to face the clown alone, he knew there would be reinforcements for this battle."

"But he didn't expect that the reinforcements in the school would be pulled over, right? It's a shame."

Lu Zijin stared at the boy in the photo for a long time, and murmured, "This kind of courage, this kind of courage, this kind of brainpower..."

In fact, even if Gu Jianlin didn't have the strength to kill the opponent alone, nothing would happen tonight.

Because Lu Zi was there.

Because the thunder is here.

But who knew that this young man was actually so vigorous.

It seemed that she underestimated the boy.

On the other side, Deacon Nie sat behind the table with his hands folded and his face gloomy.

The young female secretary held the report and said next to her: "Sir, among the fourteen commissioners of the operation team, one is still in a dying state and is being rescued. The remaining thirteen are out of danger."

Deacon Nie's face was still ugly when he heard the words, but he said, "Then I can rest assured, what else?"

The female secretary said, "Miss Nie woke up ten minutes ago."

"Well, let her rest well."

Deacon Nie nodded slightly: "What else?"

The female secretary added: "The scene of the accident has been dealt with, and all traces of the extraordinary have been erased by the relevant responsible personnel. We will announce to the public that this is a gas explosion accident."

"That's not what I want to hear."

Deacon Nie took a deep breath and said, "It was really Gu Jianlin who killed the clown?"

He knocked hard on the table.

The female secretary observed his expression, showing a disturbed expression: "Yes, this matter has been reported to the headquarters. The Deep Space Network has confirmed his assessment tasks, raised his rating, and issued corresponding merits. In theory, we The Inquisition should also reward him."

The silence lasted for a long time. Deacon Nie got up and went to the window, forcing a smile on his face.

"Impossible, absolutely impossible!"

With a big wave of his hand, he said, "How can a zero-level priest kill the clown alone?"

"No, it's entirely possible."

The female secretary whispered: "The life fluctuations of the deep space monitoring show that the operation team has lost its combat power two minutes after it intervened in the battle, and when we arrived at the scene, five minutes had passed. That is to say, in the most critical In the last five minutes, Gu Jianlin alone turned the tide and killed the clown."

Deacon Nie turned around and looked at her expressionlessly.

The female secretary didn't pay attention to his expression, but looked down at the tablet computer: "What's more, according to the report of the identification department, the operation team left very few traces in this hunting operation..."

Deacon Nie asked with a cold face, "Did you find those two mythical weapons?"

The female secretary was taken aback: "No, the visual inspection should be on Gu Jianlin's body."

Deacon Nie swayed, his blood pressure soaring.

Lu Zijin raised her beautiful eyes and said with a half-smile, "Deacon Nie, what did you say before? This is a test of genius, right? You said it yourself. If that kid can really kill a clown, Then it’s okay to give him the two mythical armaments as loot. You are a deacon, so you won’t go back on your promises, right?”

Deacon Nie clenched his fists, as if his heart was bleeding: "I..."

"You don't want the Tribunal to lose its credibility, do you?"

Lu Zijin rested his chin, his face full of innocence: "Although he is the son of a fallen man, he has completed his mission."

"Heh, isn't it just two mythical weapons? I don't even want them for free."

Deacon Nie sneered, turned and left.

However, just two steps out, he rolled his eyes and staggered.

Amidst the female secretary's exclamation, she fainted to the ground.

Lu Zijin suddenly received a call: "Hello, what's the matter?"

Lu Zicheng suddenly said: "Sister, it seems that something happened. The people of the trial court divination in the cafeteria of Fengcheng No. 2 Middle School. It does not belong to the clown. The breath of the ancient god is suspected to be an evolutionary. Now Yan Wu took someone to the hospital , I asked Chen Qing to stay there and guard to prevent them from doing anything."

Lu Zijin was silent for a moment: "Okay, I understand."

There is still ~ in the evening