Dark Light Chaser.

Chapter 276 Cooperation
Except for Xia Qiyuan, who is protected by armor and therefore does not require investigation.

No one can escape.

After all, no one knows whether the Thousand-Faced Man's consciousness has possessed someone else.

After the incident, Xia Qiyuan suspected that the Thousand-Faced Man had descended.

However, during the subsequent review, it was discovered that it was not the Thousand-Faced Man who deleted Gao Bin's memories, so they relaxed their vigilance.

Xia Qiyuan bit his lip, a troubled expression on his face.

Ai Liang ignored Xia Qiyuan's questioning and inner thoughts, and said to herself, "The series of cases that the Thousand-Faced Man did were to force me to show myself and then invite me to join the Apostles Society."

After I refused, the Thousand-Faced Man tried to kill Gao Bin and frame me, but before he could do so, I slit Xu Zhihai's throat, and he lost consciousness.

Xia Qiyuan had no intention of listening to what Ai Liang said next.

He only cares about one question now: "Can you be sure that's the consciousness of the Thousand-Faced Man?"

“I’ve been outside the warehouse, observing everything that’s happening inside. The consciousness attached to the mask by the Thousand-Faced Man isn’t that strong; it’s not as scary as you think.”

Ai Liang said it casually.

"The mask that carries the consciousness of a thousand faces is..."

"Isn't it just a mental bomb that can drive everyone within a five-kilometer radius insane? Is that so scary?"

To soothe Xia Qiyuan's nervousness, Ai Liang said rather tactfully, "I think you may have some misunderstandings about my abilities."

Having read Gao Bin's memories, I naturally have some understanding of the Thousand-Faced Man's abilities.

Creating a mental bomb is something I can do easily, and it doesn't take much more effort than picking up a pebble.

Although my abilities are not yet at the level of the Thousand-Faced Man, it doesn't mean that a wisp of his consciousness attached to the mask can tamper with Gao Bin's brain right under my nose.

After hearing Ai Liang's "well-intentioned" words of comfort, Xia Qiyuan said with a forced smile, "This is truly good news."

A gentleman deceives others.

Being a good person only leads to losses; only by being a bad person can you make others care about your opinions.

Showing off muscles in a moderate way is for the purpose of more friendly communication.

However, Xia Qiyuan wasn't very happy about it.

The stronger the hermit's abilities, the more wary Xia Qiyuan became.

The Hermit is someone the Apostles have tried to win over time, and his abilities are very similar to those of the Thousand-Faced Man.

Style of doing things...

Let's not talk about it; those who know, know.

The hermit is the kind of person who, if not careful, could become a second thousand-faced man.

One chameleon is enough to render the five major political systems helpless, let alone another one.

Xia Qiyuan is now very grateful that the people in the lab chose to keep Gao Bin in the dark, preventing him from knowing too many secrets.

Otherwise, the hermit wouldn't even bother with him today.

"I believe you, but let's talk about cooperation first..."

Xia Qiyuan readily agreed, but only he knew what he was really thinking.

"How do we cooperate?" Ai Liang asked.

"That's easy, let's find a chance to meet..."

pat!

A sharp electric shock came from the back seat.

Xia Qiyuan turned his head and saw that it was the mental protection mechanism of his own armor that had been triggered by the external intrusion.

Now he got really excited: "Hey, I've already put in so much effort, and you're still trying to invade my brain? Isn't that a bit too much?"
Or is it that you mental ability users all prefer to get all the information first?

Looking at Xia Qiyuan, who was feigning madness, Ai Liang said coldly, "Heh, meet? If you don't want to talk business, I'll leave now. You don't need to use this excuse to provoke me."

The two chatted for a long time in a seemingly harmonious and friendly manner.

In fact, the mutual concerns and suspicions have not diminished in the slightest.

Xia Qiyuan, on the other hand, did not entirely trust Ai Liang's character.

After ten years apart, how much of the goodwill that once existed between the police and the public remains?
How many decades does an ordinary person have?
Such a long period of time is enough to completely change a person.

The passionate hermit of yesteryear has long since vanished; Xia Qiyuan now faces a cold-blooded, ruthless throat-slitting maniac.

Ai Liang's opinion of Xia Qiyuan is similar to Xia Qiyuan's opinion of him.

Just as you eat when you're hungry and drink when you're thirsty.

A person's subjective consciousness is influenced to a certain extent by their bodily instincts. Xia Qiyuan, using He Jun's body, will inevitably be influenced by He Jun's will.

Moreover, words are not enough; who can guarantee that Xia Qiyuan is not He Jun in disguise?

Just like Ai Liang can simulate the personality of a messenger.

Could He Jun have used the spirit transfer technique to devour Xia Qiyuan's consciousness?

After Ai Liang asked the question, he obtained the memories from Xia Qiyuan and deliberately pretended to be Xia Qiyuan to communicate with him.

Everything is unknown.

It's like two unfamiliar veterans, each armed with a gun, meeting by chance in a forest during wartime.

Nobody trusts anyone else.

Not to mention putting down their weapons and sitting down to chat about the future.

Ai Liang and Xia Qiyuan spoke in a tone of familiarity simply for ease of communication.

Pretending to be stupid won't work.

Xia Qiyuan's strange smile gradually faded: "Then tell me how we can cooperate. We can't keep shouting at each other like this forever, can we?"

“It’s very simple, through Mus.”

Ai Liang proposed a compromise: "Follow the instructions I gave Mus before, and find out Janus's true identity first."

Without even knowing who the other party is, all plans are futile.

“That’s no problem. We were planning to investigate the disciple’s identity first, and then find a way to stop him.”

Xia Qiyuan wholeheartedly supported the proposal.

However, another problem remains: "Are you sure Mus is willing to cooperate with us? Working under the disciples is a life-threatening job; is he willing to take that risk?"

"I didn't say I wanted you to be the bad guy."

Ai Liang, who had long since said goodbye to naivety, saw through Xia Qiyuan's thoughts at a glance: "I will ask him to continue to infiltrate Janus's side."

"Once this is over, the Apostle's Mark will be yours, and Mus himself will be yours. All you need to do is leave my life alone again."

Although the existence of the Countermeasures Bureau is unknown, it forces non-members to carry out dangerous operations...

It's not that they haven't done it before, but the Countermeasures Bureau is, after all, an official agency, and its image is very important.

On the surface, it still needs to be done; having someone play the bad cop can save a lot of "ideological work."

Ai Liang didn't care about her image in Mu Si's eyes.

He played the bad cop, and Xia Qiyuan played the good cop.

Anyway, so many years have passed, and images are already fixed.

In Mus's memory, even if the hermit were willing to apologize, he would only say, "Alright, I'll apologize and admit you were wrong, okay?"

Of course, the above is just Mus's own delusion.

In most cases, Ai Liang would just give Mu Si a cold look in response to his complaints.

"That's no problem."

Xia Qiyuan nodded in satisfaction, as if he hadn't been the one who had just been thinking of Mu Si's best interests.

This guy didn't even bother to cover it up after achieving his goal; he's a real scoundrel.

No wonder he was called two-faced back then.

Xia Qiyuan took a bottle of mineral water from the armrest box and held it in the air: "So, it's been a pleasant cooperation?"

After saying that, he didn't care whether Ai Liang heard him or not, and directly twisted open the bottle cap.

They chug down more than half a bottle.

It was as if they were worried that Ai Liang would make sarcastic remarks and ruin the atmosphere.

(End of this chapter)