The world of beauty drama begins with the surrender of Jason

Chapter 437 Visitors 2
"How did you find this place?"

A palm with skin as soft as topaz clenched into an empty hand, and a handful of Yirgacheffe coffee beans suspended in the air were instantly crushed, and the fine bronze powder was like smoke and mist, calmly soaking into the transparent glass pot.

The silver water splashes silently, and the pleasant floral and fruity fragrance created by the sunshine and mist from Ethiopia, its place of origin, permeates the air.

"The place where you hid away for vacation was quite secluded. It took me a long time to find out.

By the way, is this an oriental witchcraft servant? It’s really amazing…”

Across the tea table, a young man with short, neat black hair sighed as he took the coffee cup handed to him.

Zhu Mingyao did not respond to the guest's compliment. He just savored the carefully roasted aroma of the hot drink in his hand and gave a humble smile.

Although the Eastern art of controlling air and the Western magic servants are similar in form, their principles and structures are very different. In ancient times when information was blocked, there might be outsiders who mistaken them, but in today's era of cultural integration, it is not some high-end knowledge that is difficult to distinguish.

Not to mention the bloodline supernatural power passed down by the friend in front of him, which is specialized in fighting against various strange magics and secret techniques, how could he make such a low-level mistake? It can only mean that the other party is avoiding the issue.

"You came all the way from Portland to my country house, not just to have a cup of coffee and chat, right?"

With a light pinch of two fingers, the hard brown shell of the macadamia nut opened.

Seeing his conflicted look, Zhu Mingyao threw the white nut into his mouth, with a playful curve at the corner of his mouth.

Nick Green scratched his head awkwardly, his eyes flickering, as if he was weighing how to open his mouth in a less abrupt manner.

After a while, he took a deep breath, his eyes became firm, and he whispered slowly:
"Tell me the truth! Miyo... I, I want to ask you for a favor."

"What's the deal?"

"…investigating a supernatural crime."

"Huh?" Zhu Mingyao raised his eyebrows in surprise.

Your brother is a law enforcement officer who specializes in supernatural crimes. Publicly speaking, he has the support of the federal government and the iron fist of imperialism that is unrivaled in the world.

Personally speaking, I have attended lectures and studied under the demon hunter Lord Blade, and I have many classmates and connections who can provide me with support. Why should I go around asking for help from an idle person?
"I know this request may come as a surprise, or even out of nowhere, but I hope you can hear me out."

There was a hint of barely perceptible nervousness in Nick's voice, but more of it was sincerity and determination.

“The circumstances of this case are complicated. Although it has not yet shown great harm, it is very likely that some big shots are involved behind the scenes.

When I wanted to investigate, I received an order to stop the action. A related notice was even sent to the Demon Hunters Guild. The words were very polite, but the core meaning was only one - the official internal solution can be solved, please do not interfere. "

"So...both my boss and my teacher have some concerns." He seemed to be aware that he was being taken advantage of, his face flushed and he spoke through gritted teeth.

"I see..." Zhu Mingyao chewed the snacks in his mouth and nodded thoughtfully.

There is no order without rules. All major organizations have long-term cooperation with the government, so they naturally have to abide by some relevant principles.

Before things develop into serious consequences, even those who hate evil as much as the witchers, or those who are as wealthy and powerful as the Holy Church, must show due respect to this behemoth of the state apparatus and must not interfere at will.

"From the time we met until now, I have admired your courage in facing any powerful dark forces." Nick pleaded with difficulty.

"And strictly speaking, you are not a formal member of any organization, so you don't need to abide by the so-called unspoken rules."

He looked at the young man eagerly with burning eyes. "As for the reward, my teammates and I have some money, and the teacher has promised that if there is indeed any evil activity hidden in it, they will definitely take over the responsibility and will never let you be implicated."

Well, is my image as a righteous superhero deeply rooted in everyone's eyes? I just want to kill monsters and buy plug-ins...

Zhu Mingyao's face was a little stiff, and he complained in his heart that he always felt that he had worn the mask for too long, and there was a strange sense of shame that was stinging his conscience!

"Ahem, hmm." He coughed twice with a serious expression. "What are you talking about? Nick, we are friends, right?" A hypocritical guy drank the coffee in his cup, slapped the table and stood up.

"There is an Eastern proverb that goes, 'When you see injustice, you should help.' Even if a stranger is harmed by evil, I cannot turn a deaf ear to it!"

"I knew it...!" Nick jumped up excitedly. The emotions that he had suppressed for many days suddenly burst out, and it was as if a huge stone was removed from his chest.

"You simply possess the virtues of a legendary paladin. That stinky girl Theresa drools over those handsome idol singers every day, but she has no idea what a real good man looks like..."

"Wait, wait!" Hearing that his voice seemed to be taking a strange turn, Zhu Mingyao quickly stopped him.

My goodness, the reward you mentioned doesn't include your sister, right? Does she know that you are so generous?

Now my emotional relationships are a mess, positive, negative, obvious, hidden. I really dare not get involved in cause and effect anymore. My moral cultivation as a Taoist monk does not allow it... Mainly, my kidneys can't take it!
"After all this time, you still haven't explained the details?"

"Oh, sorry, I'm so anxious." Nick Green looked embarrassed. He rubbed his hands anxiously, rolled up his left sleeve, and flicked a dark metal bracelet a few times in a regular pattern.

The deep glimmer bloomed like a black night-blooming cereus, and something came out of it.

Nick put on a deerskin glove embroidered with runes, picked it up carefully, and said in a serious tone:

"Miyo, have you heard that...nearly 20 years ago, a demon that could kill people in dreams appeared in the Federation."

Between his two fingers, there was a sharp blade more than ten centimeters long, covered in blood and rust. Although it was twisted, cracked, and full of gaps, it still flashed a frightening, cold and evil light.

……

……

Although the early summer breeze is not yet scorching hot, it can make people feel sticky all over after a while. It is especially unfriendly to overweight people, who are common in this country.

"How long are we going to stay on this stupid mission?"

Wiping the sweat from his forehead, the chubby man in police uniform unbuttoned a few buttons and fanned himself. When he found that it was of no use, he simply took off his uniform entirely, leaving only a close-fitting shirt.

After drinking the last sip of iced cola, he smacked his thick lips, greedily grabbing the remaining coolness.

"Without a time limit or specific instructions, we are asked to keep an eye on that woman 24 hours a day and forbid the FBI to come to her house for questioning? What kind of bullshit mission is this?"

"Save your energy. We'll just do what we're told to do." An older white police officer in the driver's seat of the police car next to him put down his binoculars and said lazily.

Although he had the same doubts about his partner's complaints, his many years of experience as a police officer taught him to be patient and obedient.

In front of a Mediterranean-style two-story house that is common in the New World, a woman was staring at a police car parked in the distance with no intention of disguising itself.

Her long, smooth chestnut hair fell in front of her chest, rising and falling with her intense breathing. Although the wrinkles of time at the corners of her eyes tried their best to show their existence, they could not conceal her mature charm. It was estimated that she was also a famous beauty when she was young.

The woman stomped her feet hard, threw the kitchen waste into the trash can on the street, and turned back to the house angrily and helplessly.

With a bang, she closed the door and cursed angrily:
"I've told you so many times, but those guys still refuse to believe it! I'm not crazy, I really saw it..."

As usual, after venting her anger, the woman walked angrily to the kitchen and prepared to start today's lunch.

However, at this moment, a slightly curious voice suddenly sounded:

"Ms. Nancy Thompson? May I ask what exactly did you see?"

(End of this chapter)