After the meeting ended, Ai Qing assigned tasks, and the others hurriedly left. Only Huai Shi, who had no Origin Substance left, was still lying on the sofa, feeling the weakness of running out of mana.
Then, he suddenly had a bold idea.
Since he said that it wouldn't matter even if the Stellaris exploded … …
"Don't think about it. The vault must be returned to the Fred Clan."
Ai Qing glanced at the guy who was thinking about eating peaches. She knew what he was thinking even if she used her heels to think. "If you move fast enough, you can still make it in time to see the Demonic Gold Bank's dwarves perform the ceremony.
In three minutes, they will freeze the entire vault and connect it to the Demonic Gold Bank. At that time, the entire vault will be forced into a sealed state.
Unless the one year limit expires, even if the natural enemy comes, they won't be able to open it. "
"Tsk … … Why are they so stingy?"
Huai Shi rolled his eyes and continued to pant on the sofa.
A small bottle was placed in front of him.
"What is this?"
He propped up his head and looked at it curiously.
The thumb-sized bottle seemed to contain ten or so grams of liquid, but it didn't have much weight. There was also an extremely thin straw inside. It seemed like he could only suck a single drop if he squeezed it tightly.
"I didn't think that the higher-ups would be so generous."
Ai Qing said, "The Origin Substance essence extracted from the Silver Sea has no side effects. It can quickly restore anyone's Origin Substance.
For you, two drops should be enough. If you take more, you won't be able to take it and the Origin Substance will go berserk — — "
Ohhh, the little blue bottle that gamers loved the most!
Huai Shi's eyes lit up.
"How do I use it?"
"Take it orally, inject it, inhale it, and apply it as you please, but keep your hands steady. Don't spread it outside," Ai Qing reminded him. "The price of each drop is eight Origin Substance crystals."
Huai Shi's hand trembled, and he almost dropped the bottle on the table.
"Damn, that expensive?"
A standard Origin Substance crystal was four ounces, which was only about the size of a finger. The standard exchange rate was two million USD, so eight crystals were sixteen million USD … … What exactly was in this little bottle … …
When he realized that he was holding more than 100 million US dollars in his hands, he began to tremble nervously.
Finally, Ai Qing couldn't stand it anymore. She grabbed the bottle and used the straw to draw two drops on Huai Shi's face.
Suddenly, Huai Shi felt a warm current spread from his body, as if he was soaked in warm water.
When he felt the dried up Origin Substance rapidly replenish his body, he couldn't help but blush and let out a groan that could be easily misunderstood.
Just as he was about to shout a few more times, he saw the muzzle of a gun right in front of his eyes.
It was pitch-black and icy cold.
He quickly calmed down and shut his mouth.
Very quickly, the handgun was returned to his pocket, along with the Origin Substance that Huai Shi coveted.
"Old leader, don't be anxious."
Huai Shi blinked his eyes reluctantly. "I can't taste it. Can you give me more?"
"If you say one more word, I'll pour the entire bottle into your mouth."
Ai Qing glared at him, as if she had already predicted that he would embarrass himself. She pulled out a small plastic tube and tossed it into Huai Shi's arms.
It was an emergency kit that she had prepared beforehand. It was sealed well, and the workmanship was exquisite.
The front end of the plastic tube could be unscrewed, allowing the Origin Substance inside to be squeezed out.
Unfortunately, there wasn't much of it, only about two drops.
That was enough.
Huai Shi happily stuffed the tube into his pocket, squeezing out an honest smile that said, "The leader is so nice to me."
"Alright, stop being so disgusting." Ai Qing shook her head. "Before I get to work, what's the question?"
"Hm?" Huai Shi was confused.
"Do you really not have any self-awareness at all?" Ai Qing sighed. "You've been looking at me with that 'I actually have a question to ask, but I don't know if it's convenient' expression for half an hour."
"… … Fine."
Huai Shi shrugged helplessly.
They were too familiar with each other. He couldn't hide anything from her.
"Is it related to the Stellaris?"
"To be precise, it's related to the mission." Huai Shi hesitated for a moment, then asked directly, "Why didn't you organize an emergency evacuation?"
Even though it was good to be able to get outside help to deal with the Fine Night Society, he didn't understand. Generally speaking, shouldn't they first organize an evacuation when it involved 120,000 people?
Why would they go through so much trouble to preserve the Stellaris?
It was just a train. No matter how luxurious and expensive the train was, it shouldn't be a problem for the Astronomy Society.
Just like Ai Qing had said, if it blew up, then it blew up.
The Astronomy Society was a large organization. It was nothing more than compensation.
When the time came, there wouldn't be anyone else. Wouldn't it be easier to deal with the Fine Night Society?
Ai Qing couldn't help but shake her head, rubbing the bridge of her nose. "I should have guessed it a long time ago. You really haven't looked at any of the files or information … … How do you do your job as an investigator?"
"Every day, I eat, drink, and play games. At night, I have a cup of warm milk, do some gymnastics, and go to bed … … Fang Shu said that I'm very healthy. What's wrong?"
"… …"
Ai Qing suddenly had an impulse to kill this bastard on behalf of the Astronomy Society.
She slowly shook her head. "You must have a lot in common with Chai Fei."
"You know this too?" Huai Shi was stunned.
"… …"
This kind of shameful thing should be killed!
"I'll explain it to you from the beginning again."
Ai Qing sighed, once again understanding his salted fish nature. "In the Fine Night Society, except for a few high-level priests, other people don't even know that they are members of the Fine Night Society."
"What do you mean?"
"The literal meaning."
She said, "For many people, they may just have a nightmare at the beginning. They dream of something, and then the next day, they forget about it and continue to live normally.
After a year and a half, they will have another nightmare and wake up again. Then the third time, the fourth time … …
There will be a day when the dreamer will start to doubt whether they are living in a dream or reality.
At this stage, the nightmares will become longer and longer, and the time between them will become shorter and shorter. The memories in the dream will become deeper and deeper, gradually eating away at the original personality. At the final stage, the original memories and personality will be worn away by the long nightmares, leaving behind only a walking corpse that worships the rotten dream.
This is the state that most of the members of the Fine Night Society are in.
And the priests of the Fine Night Society can even freely control this process.
In most cases, they will separate the part of the Fine Night Society from the normal part, just like there are two different consciousnesses in the same body.
Once the disease is incurable, as long as the priests release the last shackles, they can immediately complete the change of will, from an ordinary person to a fanatical believer of the rotten dream. "
As she said this, Ai Qing flipped open the information in her hands, showing it to Huai Shi. "Right now, in the surveillance of the Stellaris, there are a total of seven thousand ascenders and a hundred thousand ordinary people from various borders … …
Apart from the priests in the management who have been marked as suspects, who knows how many people are infected and how many have been replaced by the rotten dream.
If we rashly evacuate, there will definitely be people who will get away with it. It might even alarm the Queen of the Rotten Dream, making the next operation of the Central Bureau fail. "
"That is why we can't retreat."
Ai Qing said, "Not only can we not retreat, we even have to maintain the current state of the train. Once we prepare to make a move, we have to completely wipe them out, or else there will be no end to the trouble. "
Huai Shi was speechless.
Screening out the believers of the rotten dream from the normal people in a train full of passengers, even if they had the help of the Astronomy Association's intelligence agency, this was definitely not an easy task.
In particular, they had to maintain the current calm on the surface and not let the priests of the Fine Night Society notice anything strange before they truly began their operation … …
Just thinking about it made him feel like his head was about to explode.
"Don't worry about other people's business. You just need to complete your own task."
Ai Qing got up and looked down at the time. "Are there any other questions?"
Huai Shi shook his head.
"Then have a good rest." Ai Qing opened the door and said, "Tonight may be very busy, and there is no time to rest."
Huai Shi saw that she was about to leave and subconsciously reminded her, "Be careful."
"… …"
Ai Qing's footsteps paused slightly. She looked back at him and seemed to be stunned.
Soon, she nodded and said, "I will."
The door closed.
.
.
Since there was still some time before the mission began, Huai Shi did not intend to waste time.
After taking a nap for half an hour, he took off the suit that the manager gave him, folded it neatly, and put it into a bag. He changed back to his original clothes and tidied up his belongings before opening the bedroom door.
In the corridor outside the door, the old man who was cleaning with a duster turned around. "Are you leaving?"
"Yes."
Huai Shi nodded and returned the suit with both hands. Finally, he handed over a piece of paper. "This is my number. If you need it in the future …"
"No need."
The old manager shook his head and refused. "Fate is always so wonderful, isn't it? Let's look forward to the next time we meet. "
"I still insist that you accept it."
Huai Shi said, "The Association is the Association, and we are us. Otherwise, I may have to find another way to compensate you for your loss."
The old man raised his eyebrows slightly. Soon, he took Huai Shi's note with both hands. "I will keep it well."
He took a step back and bowed to say goodbye.
"I wish you success."
"Thank you."
Huai Shi smiled.
He watched the old man and the other decorations in the concert hall turn into phantoms and leave.
He took one last look at the bleak room and pushed the door open.
In the corridor outside the door, twelve guests who had been waiting for a long time looked up at him.
They were wearing a layer of extremely high-tech black armor, and their arms and bodies were covered with a layer of simple and dexterous exoskeleton.
Even their faces were covered in a sealed helmet. The edges and corners were sharp.
It was as if they were walking steel.
"Iron Legion, Brass Squad reporting to you."
The leader walked up and saluted Huai Shi. His tone was calm and composed. "Major Huai Shi, following orders, we will assist you as operatives to complete the next mission."
"May I know your name?"
"Lattice 1-1, to lattice 1-12."
"Code name?"
Huai Shi understood. "Other than that, is there anything else you want to tell me?"
"No."
Crystal 1-1 handed over a box. "The commander said that you are free to do as you please."
Inside the box was a heavy pistol, but the style was completely different from the ones Huai Shi was used to. After pushing out the magazine, he could see that alchemy elementium crystals had been applied to the bullet to ensure that it could be used normally in the Abyss.
Huai Shi weighed it, nodded slightly, opened the safety, and casually inserted it into the holster on the saddle bag.
"Then let's go."
He pulled out the Sword of Virtue and turned in the direction of the exit.
"The mission has begun."
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