The Blasphemy Wizard of the Strange World

Chapter 30 The Little Sheep and the Hungry Wolf
The 'Secret Cultivator' had a solemn expression, and was surprised that things were out of control.

She thought for a moment, copied down the account number of the new member 'Honeypot', and made a call.

"Come in."

Soon a woman entered the room, dressed in business attire, with eyes on her eyes, and came to the 'Secret Cultivator' with a respectful expression, "Miss, are you looking for me?"

The 'secret cultivator' nodded and passed the number, "Go to the operator, and I will ask for all his information within half an hour."

"OK……"

As the lady's assistant, this woman is very smart, she knows what to ask and what not to talk too much, she took the note and walked out respectfully.

The room is huge, the living room alone is over a hundred square meters, and the balcony is a large window with glass falling down. Since it is on the highest floor of the building, it is a hundred meters above the ground, allowing a panoramic view of the night view of the city.

The 'Secret Cultivator' looked down at the neon lights on the street, his eyes suddenly became sharp.

"Even 'Atiles Realm' can't spy on the identity of the honeypot. This is not something that ordinary 'World of Conspiracy' players can do, and there are not many people like this in the Conspiracy Bureau,"

"Is he joining the 'Secret Order' just by chance, or does he have any purpose?"

A slightly sarcastic smile appeared on the cold face of the 'Secret Cultivator', "It's kind of interesting, but unfortunately, Honeypot, you are still too naive. Not in the old land, even if you got the props that can prevent the ability of the 'Mirror of Attilus', I only need a phone call to find you from the big database."

Half an hour later, the 'Secret Cultivator' left from the window and lay down on the rocking chair again.

It might be more valuable to keep the honeypot, the 'Secret Cultivator' looked at the screen and pondered for a long time, and finally gave up his plan to get rid of the other party.

the reason is simple.

The honeypot does not know its own identity. On the contrary, after finding out the information of the honeypot, it can be closely monitored, and it may be useful.

'Honeypots' are just tools.

All the members of the 'Occult Order' are tools.

This is the idea of ​​the 'Secret Cultivator'.

Half an hour passed quickly, and the 'Secret Cultivator' frowned, feeling displeased. Although he gave the assistant half an hour, normally it should take about 10 minutes for the result to come out.

At this moment, the door was pushed open, and the assistant hurried in from outside, the shock on his face didn't fade away in time.

"Miss……"

"What about the results of the investigation?"

Seeing the assistant like this, the 'Secret Cultivator' had a bad premonition in her heart. The other party has been with her for several years, and she knows all about her ability, wrist, and temperament. Be serious.

Help took a deep breath, "Miss, it's so strange, I sent the account number you gave to the software operator, big data operation company, and all other investigation channels, and they did find out this person, but the information cannot be obtained from Extracted from the database, typed on a computer document, it will be automatically deleted after a second or two, and recorded on paper by hand, the text will disappear inexplicably, and as long as you leave the database, the information about that person in your head It will also quickly blur and fade until I can't remember it at all, as if there is an invisible force preventing us from finding this person."

"Miss,"

"This situation is too weird, I have never encountered it before."

The 'Secret Cultivator' tried his best to maintain his composure, but Miaoman's body still trembled uncontrollably.

She really didn't expect that the method of the honeypot is not simply to cover up the identity and prevent prying eyes by strange means, but to exert influence on the whole country and even the whole world to achieve the result of "no one will find it".

This is no longer a mere ability.

It is the power of the initial 'authority'.

The 'Secret Cultivator' waved the assistant out. Although he tried to remain calm, the hand that held the red wine glass still couldn't stop shaking.

I thought that the new member 'Honey Pot', like the other members, was just a small sheep raised in captivity and could be handled easily. I didn't expect that the one who broke in was a hungry wolf, scary, mysterious, unknown, unpredictable...

"In the future, the attitude towards 'Honey Badger' should be more serious, at least it should be treated 'differently' from other members."

……

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On the other side, at home.

Yang Qizhou didn't know that he just added a group, which caused a lot of shock to the 'Secret Cultivator'.

After exchanging some pleasantries with the group leader 'Secret Cultivator', I ended the private chat. Seeing that no one was talking in the group, I closed the interface.

It turns out that frequent use of props in the [Crafting World] in reality will bring them back to life, and may degenerate into old objects, and may cause even more terrible consequences.

How did the 'Secret Cultivator' know?

There are too many things and the pig's brain is overloaded. Yang Qi couldn't figure it out for a week, so he just didn't think about it. He planned to make the duck and five liters of Dakuole first, and then talk about filling his stomach.
"Wait a minute, where is my duck?"

Yang Qizhou looked at the coffee table and opened his eyes wide. He clearly remembered that Dakuole and duck goods were placed on it, and he occasionally took time to look at it while chatting.

Could it be that something has happened?
"Wait, the ghost seems to be by my side..." Yang Qizhou thought of something, reached forward, and took out a thin veil-like shirt.

Clothes of the Hidden God...

Side effects: things around the holder will be 'eliminated' immediately, and the value will increase over time. When there is nothing worth 'eliminating' around the holder, he will eliminate the holder himself.

"It turned out to be your fault, my dinner..."

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