Dark Light Chaser.

Chapter 328 Rigid Rules

The person in charge looked at Mus without saying a word, as if he had broken the pull tab while drinking cola.

After a long pause, he slowly said, "Mr. Mole, do you want to skip the laboratory testing?"

Testing? What kind of testing?
Mus didn't understand what the person in charge was talking about, so he vaguely replied, "Well, more or less."

pat.

Brown metal handcuffs were fastened directly to Mus's wrists.

Mus looked down at his wrist; the icy touch reminded him that he had indeed been grabbed.

The person in charge smiled, but there was no smile in his eyes: "I'm sorry, but please come with us."

Mus's face darkened: "What do you mean by this?"

As an information broker, he had a natural aversion to handcuffs, which were things that restricted him.

The fact that Mus didn't immediately shake off the person shows that he was already showing great restraint.

As he stared at the handcuffs, several thoughts flashed through Mus's mind.

Did the Countermeasures Bureau break up with the Hermit?

The person in charge lowered his eyes and said, "Please don't make things difficult for me. Post-battle inspection is a strict requirement, and I really can't make that decision."

What kind of ridiculous rule is this?

Mus couldn't help but curse inwardly.

"Didn't 1209 tell you I had a special mission?"

Mus patiently explained.

Although Xia Qiyuan's initial promises were tempting, Mu Si still planned to observe for a while first.

After all, once you join that so-called Countermeasures Bureau, your life for the rest of your days is basically set in stone.

After what happened today.

Muslim had gained a basic understanding of the Apostles and the Countermeasures Bureau.

Their so-called armored users were completely outmatched by Cat's Eye alone.

And Janus's casually given mark was enough to make the cat's eye hang up and hit.

This made Mus begin to doubt whether the Countermeasures Bureau could protect him.

Compared to the apostles, even the mentally ill were relatively mild and docile.

If this kind of person knew that he was flirting with someone from the Countermeasures Bureau, he would definitely be in big trouble.

Is the Countermeasures Bureau really willing to pay a high price to protect itself from a bunch of lunatics?
Mu Si didn't know Xia Qiyuan's strength, but the Hermit's power was definitely not low.

He always felt that staying with the hermit was much safer than going to that damned countermeasures bureau.

Unfortunately, the hermit wasn't very willing to take me along...

In short, unless absolutely necessary, Mus doesn't want to visit the Countermeasures Bureau right now.

What if I get kidnapped as soon as I get there?
Instead of answering Mus's question first, the person in charge prepared to grab his other hand.

Snapped!
Mus grabbed the person in charge's wrist.

With Mus's current physical condition, even if he didn't exert much force, the power he released was something that the person in charge, an ordinary person, could not withstand.

The person in charge's face instantly turned purplish-red.

"...At least I haven't received any notification."

The person in charge said through gritted teeth.

This hurts.

Damn it! If you didn't receive a notification, couldn't you have called to ask?!

Mus was utterly speechless at the sight of that round face.

However, what he didn't know was that the special operations team members didn't have the Countermeasures Bureau's contact information.

All instructions from the Countermeasures Bureau are unilateral notifications.

All the special operations team can do is strictly follow the procedures.

Just as Mus was about to forcibly break free of the handcuffs, 1209 came to the rescue: "Unlock the handcuffs first."

"This is against the rules..."

"Take out your terminal, the command will be sent immediately."

After 1209 finished speaking, he didn't care whether the person in charge had listened or not, and continued to lean against the tree with his eyes closed to rest.

Mus released his grip, but the person in charge still did not remove the handcuffs.

He took out his terminal and waited quietly for a message.

After a brief buzzing sound, the person in charge glanced at the terminal and finally pulled out the key: "Excuse me, Mr. Mole, this is our duty."

After removing the handcuffs, Mus touched his slightly cold wrists and gave the person in charge a cold look.

Now his impression of the Countermeasures Bureau was limited to rigidity and eccentricity.

These people think in a way that is completely different from that of normal people.

They only know how to rigidly follow the rules, are inflexible, and have no humanity; they are like puppets poured out of a mold.

Mus had reason to suspect that these people were artificial intelligence robots developed by the Countermeasures Bureau.

Mus didn't ask himself if he could leave again, nor did he exchange any more pleasantries.

He turned and disappeared into the dark forest.

………………

Some time has passed since Cat's Eye died.

The Qianhua City Criminal Police Team once again experienced the wonderful thing of sitting in the team while receiving credit from heaven.

Cat's Eye was executed.

According to the documents and reports issued by the Countermeasures Bureau.

In Chika City, 15% of missing persons cases can be clearly attributed to Cat's Eye, 28% are suspected to be committed by Cat's Eye, and another 13% are related to Cat's Eye.

To put it less rigorously, without Cat's Eye, the disappearance rate in Chika City would be at least halved.

Compared to Maoyan, the number of people kidnapped by Hu Yingshao is negligible, even to the point of being an exaggeration.

However, this sensational news did not generate much discussion in society.

Just like with Hu Yingshao, the criminal investigation team did not publicize the matter.

First, the countermeasures bureau wouldn't allow it; second, the criminal investigation team was practically useless; and third, this wasn't something worth publicizing.

The Sun Also Rises.

Most people have resumed their monotonous daily routines.

Ai Liang was no exception.

Today is Friday, and the weekend is just around the corner.

He was hunched over his desk, planning his itinerary.

"Ai Liang, you're taking things too seriously... There's no need to write down everything you're supposed to do so clearly."

During the long break, Chen Zili didn't go out and walk around like the other students. Instead, he lay on the table and started talking to Ai Liang.

It's not that he's lazy, it's that he can't find any classmates to talk to...

Nearly a month into the new semester, various cliques and factions have begun to take shape within the class.

They acted in pairs, or four people from two adjacent dormitories, working together in groups of two dormitories.

Chen Zili, who doesn't even go back to the dormitory by the same route, will find it difficult to integrate into other people's small circles at this stage.

That poor kid, not to mention his deskmate on the right and the person behind him.

Even on the class cleaning duty list, there were no boys on duty with him on the same day.

The only person you could talk to was Ai Liang, who was sitting on the left.

I really don't know whether to say he's unlucky or that he has too much luck with women.

I guess it will only be when everyone in the class can call each other by name.

That's how he had the opportunity to make some friends.

In response to Chen Zili's sigh, Ai Liang calmly said, "It's always better to plan ahead than to forget something later."

"Ah Liang, you're talking nonsense again! I clearly remember you having an excellent memory!"

Upon hearing this, Ye Qing couldn't help but expose him.

As she spoke, she started poking and scratching Ai Liang's back with her fingers.

It's as if he's using Ai Liang's back as his own personal canvas.

(End of this chapter)