Only me in the world is normal

Chapter 637 Is The Pressure So Much?

Veritaserum works great.

Han Linglu asked some questions, cleared Han Xiaohe's suspicion, and confirmed that she made an accidental mistake.

"Both of them are transcendents, which is rare." Xia Yanfu said in the team channel.

"Stand-in messengers will attract each other," Gao Qiang said.

"There is no transcendence, right?"

"No. Speaking of which, the two are not related by blood. It just feels like a coincidence."

Several people walked out of the house while talking.

Leave the rest of the time to the sisters.

After a while, the alarm bell sounded from far to near.

This night was destined to be a sleepless night for Han Linglu and Han Xiaohe.

a few days later.

Jiayu City Special Affairs Bureau, Han Xiaohe sat in a room with a tired face, registering his own information.

In the past few days, the two sisters have to deal with Chen Guifen's funeral and busy with various things, and they are physically and mentally exhausted.

But registration information is still unavoidable.

As soon as the matter was over, he was asked to come to the Special Affairs Bureau.

"What's your ability?" the staff member asked.

"do not know."

Han Xiaohe shook his head in a daze, and described how she felt.

Han Xiaohe's ability is not easy to come up with a name that can be simply summed up.

Like Baihuang's telekinetic power, Xia Yanfu's gravity is relatively easy to generalize.

Han Xiaohe's ability is different. Her ability is more like illusion, but not pure illusion.

Chen Guifen's body was indeed affected.

Even Han Xiaohe himself couldn't see the clues, even what Xia Yanzhen saw was not what the corpse should look like.

This is obviously out of the scope of illusion, a real change.

But to say that words follow the law is far behind.

Those famous ghosts, black mist, bloody water and so on are all false and not real.

In the end, it can only be said that Han Xiaohe's ability is "confusing the real with the fake".

Make a summary for now.

Originally, the ability of the transcendent was not systematic, it was not necessary, and there was no way to divide it very rigorously and in detail.

After the registration was completed, Han Xiaohe suddenly thought of something and asked, "Can I get money in the future?"

She remembered that her sister said that after becoming a transcendent, you can get rich if you take the initiative to register.

"it's gone now."

The staff shook their heads.

It was there at the beginning, but it was canceled as the number of transcendents increased.

Belonging to the benefits of the first mover.

There is no way for the latecomers.

"Oh." Han Xiaohe responded, walked out of the room, sat down next to his sister who also looked tired, and did not speak.

"Go to Fanhai City to go to school after the summer vacation." Han Linglu patted Han Xiaohe's head.

"Yes." Han Xiaohe responded in a low voice.

The two stood up and walked out of the Secret Affairs Bureau. A car was parked outside.

Gao Qiang stood beside the car and invited: "You two, Vice Tuan Tao wants to invite you to the company."

"it is good."

Han Linglu nodded.

These days Xia Yanzhen and the others helped a lot, Gao Qiang stayed, and the others had gone back first.

How to pull the two sisters with great potential into infinity, the next thing Tao E has to worry about.

Tao E will definitely attach great importance to this matter.

This is the person Xia Yanzhen named.

Time goes on.

Saturday night, this time is a special Saturday to enter the dream of God.

Xia Yanzhen routinely counts equipment and props.

The harvest from the last mission was actually not bad, but for Xia Yanzhen personally, the equipment and props to be used have not changed much.

The Zhangba Snake Lance was used to strengthen Qingyun, and the rest remained unchanged.

He left some of the various potions, which were related to the treatment of invisibility, for Tiamat.

There were two extra bottles of Veritaserum.

What has changed is the dream stone, 10 large dream stones, 10 medium dream stones, and 50 small dream stones (used some).

As the dream apostle who is about to pass the fourth level and reach the fifth level.

Xia Yanzhen has gone through so many missions, and he is relatively comprehensive in terms of equipment and props.

Various needs are filled by equipment and props.

Not to mention thorough and comprehensive, but also sufficient to deal with most situations.

Compared with continuing to increase external objects, Xia Yanzhen has put more energy into improving himself.

Of course, Xia Yanzhen would not deliberately not want suitable equipment and props.

It's just that it's not as "enthusiastic" as before.

"gone."

Dressed in the Prisoner of Darkness, he greeted Xia Yanfu, and Xia Yanzhen went back to his room.

"See you tomorrow."

Xia Yanfu yawned and went back to his room to sleep.

When I woke up this time, it was a different ceiling——

There is no ceiling, just a night sky.

Xia Yanzhen got up, put on her shoes, and took out the beast-monitoring box from the imprint space.

With the Beast Control Box, you don’t have to worry about where Tiamat is going. Of course, if it was the Dream of Gods that threw Tiamat far away, there would definitely be no such thing in the Beast Control Box. it.

This time it was a regular start, and Tiamat stayed in the Beast Familiar Box.

Xia Yanzhen let it come out, put away the beast control box, and looked at the task information:

[Battle for legacy, get the legacy of Nighthawk. 】

[Task Reward: A Dream Stone (Large). 】

[Task time limit: seven natural days. 】

[Punishment for failure: Randomly deprive one of an ability and a piece of equipment, which cannot be replaced by a dream stone.Those who are deficient shall be obliterated! 】

"Nighthawk's legacy? What is this?" Xia Yanzhen read the mission information.

The task information this time is simple.

It wasn't a team battle, and he didn't arrange an identity for him.

Relatively speaking, the amount of information contained is very insufficient.

Xia Yanzhen stood on the edge of the building, looking at the city.

The location is a metropolis, in the middle of the night, with the dark sea in the distance, this is a seaside city.

Below the building is an intersection, which belongs to the commercial street.

People come and go, quite lively.

There is still an electronic screen outside a building, which is broadcasting news at this moment.

"According to the reliable news from ahead, the superhero who guarded our city for 20 years, Nighthawk has been confirmed dead..."

"Is it really a fight for inheritance?"

Xia Yanzhen gestured to Tiamat.

Tiamat quickly became smaller, flew over, and stuck to Xia Yanzhen's earlobe, making herself look like a small decorative earring.

Xia Yanzhen fell into the alley formed by the back of the building and another building, came out from inside, walked to the street, and stopped under the screen to watch the news like many people.

The time is around winter.

There was a sense of coldness and dampness in the air.

There are many people wearing overcoats on the street. The Prisoner of Darkness is a little thick and eye-catching, but it can barely be classified as "common clothes".

There is no need for Xia Yanzhen to deliberately change clothes in order to keep a low profile.

Moreover, the task time of seven days is not too long, I am afraid that it is not suitable to act in a low-key manner, observe secretly and then gradually figure it out.

From the news, Xia Yanzhen learned that this city named Gotham is an extremely divided place.

It has the highest crime rate in the world and a very developed economy.

Gotham has luxurious commercial buildings, central business districts, high-tech parks, and port terminals that are open day and night.

There are also various abandoned factories, a large number of homeless people, slums that occupy one-third of the entire city, and various gangs and villains.

During the day, Gotham is full of gold and paper, and Gotham after midnight is the city of sin.

Soaring hopes, the danger of being shot in the head if you take a wrong step, power, money, corruption, crime, all kinds of things are intertwined in this city.

Theoretically speaking, such a strange and divided city is difficult to exist.

The super high crime rate and the super large slums are enough to destroy any city.

The reason why Gotham can become such a deformed existence.

It is because someone held back the crumbling city, forming a strange balance today.

This person is the confirmed deceased superhero, Nighthawk.

He appeared at night and spared no effort to crack down on various illegal and criminal activities.

Repairing Gotham's broken load-bearing columns.

But also because of the existence of superheroes, it has attracted all kinds of super villains who are crazier than ordinary criminals.

Most of these people have brain problems.

They cannot be sentenced, they can only be locked up in a mental hospital, and their return to the hospital is the same as going home.

A small number of people with less problematic brains have established a community of interests through various bribery methods, and going to prison is the same as going home.

Now Nighthawk is dead.

Will these supervillains get bored without Nighthawk and leave this deformed city, or will they eat the city completely?

The question was asked over and over again in the news, what should Gotham do without Nighthawk.

Then came the advertisement for the COP (Constable) of the Gotham Police Department, and it was clear that the whole of Gotham needed a stronger armed force.

In Gotham, COP is a super high-risk occupation.

In the past, because of the large amount of money given out, and the fact that Nighthawk could always show up to save people.

There are still many people who focus on money, or become COPs with justice in their hearts.

But now that Nighthawk is gone, becoming a COP is no less than joining the X Army at 49.

This recruitment advertisement is more like a placebo for the police department to tell the public that "we are working hard".

As for whether it is useful...

To be honest, the citizens of Gotham are very nervous.

As a street in the commercial center, there are still people coming and going here, which is quite bustling and lively.

It is hard to see that the storm is coming and the building will collapse.

"Isn't this just Gotham? Criminals and citizens are weeds, and after one stubble is mowed, there will be another stubble." Xia Yanzhen thought to himself.

Next, he spent some time wandering around, and through the city map, he constructed a general "appearance" of the city in his mind, and then went to the Gotham Police Station.

As the time approached midnight, and leaving the bustling and lively area.

The surroundings began to become deserted and dark—many street lights were broken and no one repaired them.

There are fewer pedestrians and vehicles on the road.

The dark city is slowly waking up like a giant beast.

Fortunately, Xia Yanzhen went all the way to the Gotham Police Station without any problems—this made him feel a little pity.

Originally, I wanted to meet a few thieves who didn't open their eyes, and get some start-up funds for the mission from them.

Near the Gotham Police Station, all the street lights beside the road were on, and there were voices.

Xia Yanzhen walked a few steps quickly, turned across the street and came to the gate, and saw hundreds of people gathered here.

"Demonstration?"

Xia Yanzhen walked up to a man and asked, "Brothers, what are you doing here?"

The man was wearing thin clothes, and he used his hands and feet to resist the chill of his hands and feet.

Hearing Xia Yanzhen's words, Xiao Tiao replied: "Of course I'm here to apply for the job. Didn't you see the advertisement for COP?"

"So many people are applying for the job? Dare to take such a dangerous job. Is the employment pressure so great?"

Xia Yan was really surprised.

(End of this chapter)