Life Dungeon Game

Heo discreetly tucked a blade of grass between his fingers, then got up and walked outside, asking Genos in a low voice.

The roots of this plant are tough, and only extraordinary plants could have survived for so many years without completely decaying.

“There were some,” Genos replied casually, “but I was young then, and I didn’t come back here for many years after the incident. When I returned, the plants were all dead, so I don’t know.”

Then he turned around with a smile and looked at Nock, "Is there anything else you need to see?"

Nock instinctively looked at Heo.

“That’s all,” Heo said, leading Knok out of the underground garden. “Thank you for your help, Senator, today.”

"fine."

Genos reached out and closed the garden gate, leading the three of them outside.

After walking for a while and turning several corners, Heo suddenly stopped at a fork in the road. He pointed to a road that was the opposite of Genos's choice and said,

“Mr. Genos, I remember we’ve been here before. The elevator is in that direction.”

"It looks like we're going that way?"

Genos slapped his forehead, turned to look at Heo, and said, "This..."

He paused for a moment, then said, "This investigator has a very good memory."

He then chuckled and said, "I'm getting old, and there are some things I can't remember."

“I’m just good at remembering routes,” He Ao said with a laugh. “When tracking criminals in complicated alleys, getting lost is a dangerous thing. I learned my lesson the hard way, and then I forced myself to start remembering routes.”

When he was chasing Mu Xiu in the Ander instance, he did indeed take several long detours.

“There aren’t any serious criminals in Limen City,” Genos and Heo walked side by side, laughing as they asked, “Where did you work before, Investigator?”

"I worked under the head of the field operations department in Dawn City."

He Ao chuckled softly.

"Chenxi City, how prosperous it is!"

Genos was somewhat moved.

"It is indeed bustling, but prices are also high. With a weekly salary of 800 federal dollars, it's hard for us to make a good living."

He Ao also sighed.

“John, the FBI field director in Dawn City, is a good guy,” Genos said.

He laughed and said, "I remember seeing him at a party when I went to Chenxi City before. He was very handsome."

“The field operations supervisor in Dawn City is Smith. He’s been doing it for over ten years,” He Ao said with a smile. “He’s not exactly handsome. He’s bald. He’s been bald for a long time. We all call him Bald Smith in private.”

"Haha, my memory is terrible," Genos patted his head. "I'm getting old, my brain isn't working as well as it used to."

The three people had already reached the elevator.

Genos pressed the button to turn on the elevator.

Standing behind the two, Nok looked at them with some confusion. He wondered why the two of them had started chatting and laughing so intimately, like old friends of many years.

Although he was a little confused about what they were talking about.

However, it seems that this 'new friend' of mine really is an FBI agent, and he's from Dawn City.

During this warm and friendly conversation, He and Ao returned to the first floor.

After saying goodbye to Smith, they boarded Segways and left the villa, led by a waiter.

He Ao raised his hand and glanced at the time: 4:58.

Two minutes left.

If we had followed Genos for just two more minutes, the situation would be completely different now.

Heo pressed down on his top hat, which he did not remove throughout the entire exchange.

The two figures walked along the winding scenic path.

Genos returned to his office on the fourth floor.

He stood by the window next to his desk again.

Standing here, he can have a perfect view of the entire garden in front of the villa.

Of course, you can also see the gate at the end of the garden.

Two tiny figures moved gradually toward the gate along the garden path.

He stared at the figure wearing a hat on his left, looking away.

Throughout the entire conversation and 'visit,' he hadn't been able to get a clear look at the 'investigator's' face; part of the man's face was always hidden under the brim of his hat.

And he didn't even know the other person's name.

The other person controlled the pace of the conversation very well and maintained control of the exchange. If it weren't for the conflict that occurred at the end, he wouldn't even have realized that he didn't know the other person's name.

He knew the name Nock because Nock had shown his credentials when he first entered the house, and the old butler had relayed his name to him.

However, not knowing the name doesn't really matter much, because everyone who comes to visit will fill out a visitor registration card, which will ask the visitor to fill in their name.

If the other party did not fill in a pseudonym.

click -

The office door opened automatically, and an elderly man with gray hair slowly walked in.

He stood behind Genos and said softly, "Master, we've found the information on those two people."

-

"Um, senior,"

At the garden gate, Nok got off his Segway and followed Heo out of the gate. The gate behind him slowly closed automatically, and he looked at Heo, somewhat bewildered, and asked, "I don't think I know your name? 'Zadi' isn't your real name, is it?"

He Ao looked up and turned to look at him, asking with some confusion, "Weren't you right next to me when I was filling out the visitor registration card?"

"Didn't you see my name?"

"I..." Nock looked a little embarrassed. "Didn't you hand your visitor registration card directly to that old butler?"

At this point, he seemed to realize something was wrong and tried to justify himself, saying, "Besides, the name you wrote might not be your real name."

“A qualified FBI investigator should learn to obtain the answers they want through detailed analysis,” Heo said calmly, watching him intently.

"Most of the people you'll be dealing with won't be honest. People can lie. I think someone taught you this during your internship, right?"

Ordinary people's jobs don't require them to come into contact with these things, so they can be careless.

However, for FBI agents, especially when investigating dangerous criminals, any carelessness could cost them their lives.

“I understand,” Nock nodded, then asked softly, “So, what is your name, senior?”

At that moment, the driverless taxi they had booked in advance stopped in front of them, and the door opened automatically.

He glanced at Nok, then slowly turned to look behind him. In the villa deep in the garden, a richly dressed man was standing at the window watching them.

He Ao looked at the man, took off his top hat to reveal his full face, smiled and bowed slightly to say goodbye.

Then he naturally got into the back seat of the taxi.

Nock also came in and sat down next to him.

He looked at the young FBI agent again.

You can call me...

-

“Pete…”

Genos watched the taxi drive away, his gaze lowered, pondering the name.

“This Mr. Pat is not in the FBI’s archives; either he is using an alias, or he is not an FBI agent,”

The old butler standing behind him said slowly, "As for Mr. Knok, although he is indeed an agent of the Federal Bureau of Investigation in Limen City, he was just suspended this morning for arguing with his superiors. However, there is indeed a case about 'Zadi,' but Director Thorin is unwilling to disclose the details of the case."

"Is he from Dawn City? Why would Dawn City extend its reach here...?"

Genos lowered his head, seemingly deep in thought. "Is it a coincidence, or...?"

He turned around and looked at the old butler behind him. "Book me a plane ticket for tonight. I'm going to Irons to see some old friends from the FBI."

"Okay, master."

The old butler nodded gently.

-

"So, is Pete your real name, senior?"

Nok seemed to be getting a little suspicious of He Ao. After getting out of the car, he followed closely behind He Ao and asked cautiously.

"You can use this name."

He Ao didn't even look up; he was reviewing the clues he had gathered that day.

"Um, senior, did you really work in Dawn City?"

Nock asked again cautiously.

He Ao casually replied, "I guess so."

"So, senior, do you know Ander? You know, that guy..."

Nock continued to ask.

“Andre Stickevich,” Heo stopped and turned to look at him, “the one buried in Dumel National Cemetery?”

"Yes, yes, yes."

"Nok suddenly became excited. "Senior, do you know him? What kind of person is he?"

“I guess we know each other,” He Ao turned his head and continued walking forward. “Why are you asking him?”

"Why do you speak so ambiguously, senior?"

Nock suddenly made a sarcastic remark, then muttered to himself,

“I admire him very much. When I was interning, I saw his promotional video. I saw that although he was an ordinary person and just a new employee, he sacrificed himself to save the city and became a hero who saved the city.”