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Chapter 269 There's nothing to be afraid of anymore.

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Through a secret phone call with Song Jie, Mu Si overheard the prosecutor asking Song Jie for his whereabouts.

The call was hung up.

This made Mus begin to feel uneasy.

No one knows whether Song Jie will sell him under pressure from the prosecutor.

However, Mus was only uneasy and not particularly panicked.

Because he now not only has the powerful backing of the Hermit, but also has obtained a transcendent mark with no security risks.

He has both powerful connections and strength.

What's there to be afraid of in a mere ordinary prosecutor?

As he pondered this, Mus's unease was quickly dispelled.

Instead, there is a sense of superiority as a superhuman.

Muslims are no longer afraid.

Instead, he wanted to tease the other person in person.

In short, he became arrogant.

Mu Si unmutes his phone and picks it up again to contact Ai Liang.

"Hermit, look, I've been targeted by the prosecutors. Since they came looking for me, shouldn't we take care of them first for the sake of future operations?"

Opening your mouth like that is courting disaster.

Ai Liang almost laughed at his words.

Leaving Gao Bin aside for the moment, He Jun was, in Gao Bin's memory, one of the top combat forces in the Countermeasures Bureau.

The kind of person who can arm wrestle with an apostle of the Apostles.

You, Mus, are using a mark that the Apostles see as a toy to deal with He Jun.
Even a donkey couldn't have kicked me in the head; I wouldn't do something like that.

"You want to kill the prosecutor?" Ai Liang asked with a half-smile.

"Cough cough, how could that be! Killing a prosecutor from the Asia Alliance, does he still want to work in the Asia Alliance?"

Mus coughed lightly: "Didn't you say that the imprints have the ability to read minds or something? I was thinking about whether I should give them a mental suggestion or something, so that they won't keep chasing after me."

"Where are you now?"

Ai Liang quickly connected with Mu Si's mark.

Moose rode his shared electric scooter around and, using the bus stop sign as a guide, determined his current location.

"It's less than two kilometers away from Song Jie's hotel."

Less than two kilometers?

Ai Liang thought for a moment and then instructed, "Find a place to sit down and use the inscription."

After Mu Si parked the electric car as Ai Liang had requested,

I found an open-air beverage shop, ordered a glass of lemonade, and sat down.

"Should I hypnotize their minds and make them believe that I have already left Qianhua City?"

Moose sounded excited as he prepared to use his superpowers for the first time.

"Hypnotize them? Ha! Try it if you're not afraid of dying."

Ai Liang poured cold water on Mu Si's enthusiasm: "They're not prosecutors, they're from the Asia Union Countermeasures Bureau, specializing in dealing with the supernatural and bizarre."

Moreover, the purpose of those two prosecutors coming to Thousand Flower City was to expel the disciple, who is Janus, as you mentioned.

Even if Janus himself came, he might not be able to get anything out of He Jun, and you think you can hypnotize them with just a mark?

After hearing Ai Liang's words, Mu Si was stunned.

For him, this wasn't just a bucket of cold water; it was like being stripped naked and thrown into Antarctica.

Upon hearing that one of the prosecutors, He Jun, was able to hold his own against Janus.

Mus felt his legs go weak, and he almost awakened the superpower of spraying water between his legs.

"Brother, please, next time, could you finish what you were saying earlier?"

The thought that I was separated from such a ruthless person by only one street, less than two kilometers away, was unbearable.

Mus's hands, holding the phone and lemonade, began to tremble slightly: "Excuse me, but what is their attitude towards someone like me who works under Janus?"

What attitude?

Ai Liang recalled Gao Bin's memories of the fates of those who used the masks.

But after searching high and low, I couldn't find many who died peacefully.

He could only offer a more tactful summary of the daily activities of the mask users.

"It's nothing, just sending them to the lab to do some experiments. If they don't break down, we'll put them in a secret sanatorium. You don't need to worry about their old age."

The countermeasures bureau laboratory treats mask users with a one-stop service: killing, burying, and even performing a ritual to help them pass on to the afterlife.

Not only do they not have to worry about retirement, they don't even have to worry about where to be buried after they die.

Moreover, there will be a bunch of good neighbors next to the urn, so you will definitely not feel lonely after death.

It is a high-quality funeral service.

"...Could you let me go back?"

Ai Liang chuckled: "What do you think?"

Is your line of work always this dangerous?!

Mus roared inwardly.

"Don't worry, the imprints made by the Thousand-Faced Man are not that simple. Even if you wander around right under their noses, they won't notice anything unusual about you."

To prevent Mu Si from becoming too nervous and causing any unnecessary trouble, Ai Liang offered an explanation.

This isn't just some kind of psychological comfort.

Because this morning, the mark on the palm of Mus's hand was right under his nose, yet no one noticed.

It was even less likely that He Jun and Gao Bin would discover it.

Ai Liang didn't think their spiritual achievements could surpass her own.

"Then why did you call me here?"

Mus knew very well that this was in accordance with the hermit's character.

If what he was about to do was perfectly safe, he would never have been so "gentle" in talking nonsense to himself.

So there's definitely danger!

“I don’t intend for you to confront those two directly. The mark on your hand has already become mine. You just need to quietly act as a medium to facilitate the transmission of my spiritual power.”

Ai Liang revealed her plans.

"I intend to pry into the memories of one of the prosecutors to see if they discover any connection between Song Jie and Janus."

If you discover it, you don't need to do anything else. Just wait for the incident to end, and then leave Chika City.

If they don't find anything, then guide them to suspect Song Jie; that way, you won't need to be an undercover agent.

After hearing Ai Liang's words, Mu Si immediately perked up.

In other words, if those two prosecutors discover the secret between Song Jie and Janus, they won't have to risk their lives to go undercover.
"Okay, I did it!"

In his excitement, Mus squeezed the drink cup and broke it.

The lemonade instantly spilled all over me.

"Don't say anything. Didn't you notice the call was already disconnected?"

Ai Liang observed the scene through the engraving, utterly speechless.

It was only then that Mu Si realized that Ai Liang's voice seemed to be coming from all directions.

"Uh, okay."

Ignoring the stares from passersby who thought he was crazy, Mus happily wiped his shirt.

If the hermit says there's no problem, then there must be no problem!
As for whether the two prosecutors will find out...

The hermit is clearly a master among masters.

Moreover, they had already hacked into the prosecutor's memories once before.

It's impossible to become rusty after one attempt, or for prosecutors to upgrade their mental firewall like they upgrade a computer system, right?

This wave is stable!

There is nothing to be afraid of anymore!
A happy Mus felt he could do it again.

He asked, feigning ignorance, "Is there anything I can help you with?"

"Shut up."

Ai Liang gave a warning.

Mus threw the previous glass of lemonade into the trash can and went to buy a new one.

Sitting at a roadside table, he was grinning like a complete idiot.

Compared to Mu Si's relaxed and carefree attitude, Ai Liang was much more cautious.

Although he had already invaded Gao Bin's memories once, this time He Jun was by his side.

Out of caution, Ai Liang did not directly send her consciousness to the two of them.

Instead, it was through the markings on Mus's hands that a transfer was made.

Even if He Jun sensed something was wrong, he could only trace it back to Mu Si at most.

Ai Liang only needs to sever the connection to perfectly hide herself.

That's right, Ai Liang drew on her experience from cases involving people with a thousand faces.

It perfectly replicated the Thousand Faces Man's methods of secrecy.

He retrieved the memories in Mus's mind related to hermits and the supernatural.

All of them were transferred to their own memory bank through engraving.

In other words, Ai Liang can make Mu Si forget everything about himself at any time, just like the Thousand-Faced Man.

It must be said that the Thousand-Faced Man is indeed a genius.

This method is far more convenient than Ai Liang's violent deletion of memories and subsequent interference with extrasensory perception through suggestion.

(End of this chapter)