Everyone stopped and looked back at him with puzzled looks.
Freud walked up and pointed at the man Angor was looking at. "You stay here. The rest of you, leave."
There was only one man in his thirties left in the room apart from Angor's group.
The man didn't look like much, but he looked smart and experienced.
Angor didn't know what was going on, but he was clearly worried about something.
"Did you find anything, sir?" Freud whispered to Angor. Sunders also looked at the man curiously. The man looked just like an ordinary man. There was nothing special about him.
Angor shook his head. "Nothing. But he looks familiar."
Freud turned his head and looked at the man. After a while, he seemed to remember something. "I remember now. He's the one who dared to block your way the last time you came to the Firmament Tower."
Angor also remembered something that happened when he first came to Firmament Tower. A worker suddenly stopped him and knelt on the ground. "You're the master of the new world, aren't you? Please forgive me … "
Angor didn't think too much about it since it wasn't a big deal. Now that he thought about it, this man was the one who stopped him.
Freud continued, "Because he's still very capable at his job. After I punished him, I gave him a new job as an investigator in the Anomaly Division."
"His name is Lisa. He's the one who wrote the report today …" Freud's voice trailed off. His eyes were filled with confusion.
"What's wrong?" Angor noticed Freud's sudden silence.
A memory flashed across Freud's mind. It was the scene of him using the Scroll of Fortune not long ago.
He was wondering if the Scroll of Luck was not working when he noticed that both Angor and Sunders were staring at the Anomaly Investigation Report on the table. He looked down and saw that his sleeve had accidentally touched the report, which was now flipping through the pages.
Finally, the report stopped at the "Anomaly Division" page.
Freud remembered that the first thing he noticed wasn't the content of the report. Instead, it was a line of inconspicuous words, which belonged to the author of the report.
Freud mumbled to himself, "I didn't notice the content of the report. I saw the name. Yes, the name. That's the main point!"
Freud raised his head and stared at the man in front of him. He raised his voice and said, "What I noticed was his name, Lisa."
Freud didn't say anything further, so Angor and Sunders didn't understand what he was trying to say.
It was very likely that the effect of using the Scroll of Luck wasn't related to the report itself. It was related to the author of the report, Reza.
Did that mean Reza had something to do with the scattered power?
He knew what Freud was trying to say, but he couldn't find anything special about Reza after careful observation. No matter how one looked at it, Lisa was just an ordinary person.
Moreover, Lisa had always lived in First Heart City. His social circle overlapped with the others, so how did he come into contact with the Dissipation Authority?
Angor didn't understand.
"I don't know. But when I realized that the first thing I noticed was Lisa's name, I had a feeling that the report was not the main point. The main point was him."
Freud had a hunch that Reza really did have something to do with the scattered power.
However, even he himself found this premonition laughable. How did Reza know about the scattered power?
"Is it possible that the Scroll of Luck didn't refer to Risa? Maybe it was because Risa was the only option, and there were other people around her who came into contact with her power. That's why the Scroll of Luck told you about her name, right?" Freud's mind went blank for a second.
Freud thought for a moment and said, "Now that you mention it, it's possible. But do you know anyone around Lissa who has access to her power?"
Freud was about to ask Reza when Angor interjected, "It's probably his younger brother."
Freud nodded quickly. "Yeah, it's probably his younger brother."
Meanwhile, Sunders looked at Freud and Angor in confusion. Who was Reza's younger brother?
Angor quickly explained the situation to Sunders.
The reason why Risa stopped Angor was that he hoped Angor would forgive his brother.
Lisa himself didn't have any bad records. He was very serious and talented. However, his younger brother wasn't a good person. He always looked at women through colored glasses. He was very unconvinced that a woman like Monroe would become the City Lord of Origin City. Therefore, he created some unbearable rumors outside.
Monroe didn't care about Reza's words at all. However, she had just become the new mayor, and she heard a lot of complaints. Of course, none of them were as arrogant as Reza's younger brother. In order to avoid future incidents, Monroe decided to kill the chicken to warn the monkey, and Lisa's younger brother became the chicken that was used as a warning to the public.
So, Monroe asked Freud to punish Reza's younger brother.
Freud thought for a while and agreed.
In the end, after this guy heard the news, he became a coward. Before Monroe could catch him, he ran away first.
He ran to the outskirts of the city and never came back.
Freud also suggested that Angor should bring Reza's younger brother back, but Angor didn't agree.
Outside Foundation City was a vast wasteland. He wouldn't be free even if he escaped. As far as Angor was concerned, the outside of the city was the real prison.
Outside the city, there was only the monotonous scenery and boundless loneliness. This kind of exile was the most terrifying punishment.
Sunders understood what Freud and Angor were trying to say. Reza's younger brother was more likely to be exposed to the scattered power compared to Reza in Foundation City.
Both Sunders and Freud looked at Angor. Since Reza's younger brother could be exposed to the scattered power, they had to find him. Now, Angor was the only one who could find him in the vast wasteland.
"I'll go find him." Angor nodded. He wouldn't let go of a clue like this.
Before Angor could enter God Mode using his nightmare aura, Reza suddenly spoke up, "Sir, are you looking for my younger brother?"
Freud nodded.
Reza spoke carefully, "My brother is just a little paranoid. He didn't really hurt anyone, nor did he do anything bad. Can you forgive him if you find him? Or, can I take his place and accept the punishment? "
Angor glanced at Reza but didn't say anything. Instead, he entered God Mode and began searching for Reza's younger brother using the power of the dream wasteland.
"He didn't do anything bad?" Freud spoke in a flat tone. "Words can hurt people. Sometimes, they're worse than being skinned alive. You can't ask for forgiveness with words like that. "
Of course, if Reza's younger brother could help them find the scattered power, they could still spare his life. At that time, it would be calculated according to the merits and demerits. Anyway, the demerits would be greater than the merits, and in the end, the corresponding punishment would be given to Brother Li Sa.
Reza wanted to say something else, but Freud waved him away and asked him to leave first.
About an hour later, Angor opened his eyes. Angor frowned. "I found him. But something's not right." Freud's eyes widened as he tried to think of a solution.
Strange? Freud and Sunders didn't know what he meant.
"It's hard to describe. I'll take you there and you'll know."
As soon as he finished speaking, the three of them exchanged glances and left the dream wilderness at the same time. Next time, he would modify the settings of the Dream Gate so that Freud and Sunders would be sent to the wilderness thousands of kilometers away from Foundation City.
When Freud re-entered the dream wasteland, he found himself in the boundless wilderness instead of Firmament Tower. There was nothing around him but a boundless wilderness.
So this is where Reza's brother is? Freud looked around curiously, trying to find Reza's brother.
But he didn't see Reza's brother anywhere. Instead, he focused his attention on a patch of black mist.
It was a black mist that appeared at the edge of Freud's vision. The mist was rolling around as if some kind of creature was moving inside.
The black mist covered an area of about one kilometer, which wasn't too big. However, the edge of the mist was slowly expanding.
Sunders and Angor arrived at Freud's side one after another.
"What's that black mist?" Freud asked.
Angor considered for a moment. "I don't know what it is. But I have a feeling that it's a manifestation of the scattered power."
The black mist was related to the scattered power? Both Sunders and Freud were taken aback. Authority was a virtual concept, and the black mist was not the authority itself. Instead, it was a product of the authority's rules.
But what kind of power could create such a black mist? And what was the purpose of the black mist? These were all questions that were on their minds.
"Where's Reza's brother?"
Angor pointed at the black mist in the distance. "He's right there."
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