Life Dungeon Game

After the question was asked, the old man paused, seemingly lost in some kind of memory.

Then he took a sip of water, swallowed the bread in his mouth, and his water-drenched beard swayed up and down.

"There is one like that, but they only give out a small amount each time, just a small piece of bread and a small bottle of the cheapest water. However, they do prepare enough for everyone, so both the elderly and children can get food, and all you have to do is sign your name."

He sighed as he spoke, "But they come very rarely, basically only once every three or four months. Brother, it's good that you asked me. If you asked some of the newer homeless people, they might not be able to answer your question."

"Um,"

He Ao nodded slightly. When he was selecting people, he came over to ask the question because he saw that this old man seemed to have a lot of experience as a homeless person. Then he continued to ask, "Do you remember what this organization is called?"

The purpose of distributing food only after a long interval is most likely to wait for enough new homeless people to appear, avoid duplicate registrations, and thus reduce the cost of information collection.

"I can't remember their names; they were quite complicated."

The old man recalled, "But I remember their logo, it was like an upside-down red heart, which was quite a unique symbol."

"Thank you,"

He Ao nodded slightly, stood up, glanced around, and said slowly, "I..."

I heard that Green Olive Street seems to have a new leader and isn't as scary as it used to be. If you can't make it here, you could try to go there and see if you can find shelter.

"it is good,"

The old man smiled and nodded. He used his withered hands to support himself on the ground. “I’ve heard about that place. I’ve wanted to go for a long time, but I’ve heard it’s very chaotic and many people die there. Since you’ve said so, I’ll go and take a look. If there are no problems, I have some friends here, and I can bring them all over.”

"be careful."

He Ao nodded.

"it is good!"

The old man nodded slowly.

He said goodbye to him and turned to walk towards the SUV.

The old man watched as He Ao and Jia Qian got into the car and drove out of the street shrouded in the shadows of tall buildings, seemingly heading into another shadowy area.

The towering sun streaked across the sky, bringing a brief moment of brilliance to the street.

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"Sleep for a while?"

Sitting in the driver's seat, He Ao glanced at Jiaxi in the back seat.

Jiaxi opened her eyes, seemingly hesitant.

"Go to sleep, I'll wake you up when we get there."

He Ao laughed.

Jiaxi then curled up and lay down on the cushion in the back row to fall asleep.

At the same time, He Ao activated the bracelet.

Eve has sent the names of the charities whose symbols are upside down hearts to his bracelet.

This charitable organization is called the Federal Homeless Charitable Assistance and Career Support Charitable Foundation.

This is a cross-city charity with branches in multiple cities, accepting donations from across the federal government. Its official website describes it as 'a charitable foundation dedicated to helping the homeless and finding new opportunities for them.'

The organization's homepage features numerous photos of donation events, as well as a special section for letters from homeless individuals, which includes a large collection of their expressions of gratitude.

Eve gathered some information about this charity and found that it had a very good reputation in the Federation and received donations from a large number of individuals and organizations.

The accounts it released show that the donations received are more than enough to cover the foundation's operating and charitable costs.

He Ao flipped through these documents.

In a sense, this homeless aid foundation with its ridiculously long name does indeed do a better job than many of its peers, which has earned it a good reputation and attracted more charitable donations.

If it really is a disguise of evolution, then it can only be said to be somewhat... absurd.

Verifying whether this charity is related to the Pollution Monster or the Evolutionary is actually quite simple.

He found the location of the charity organization Eve had found in St. John's: 60 Golden Sycamore Street.

Jinwutong Subdistrict is located in the eastern part of the city, and is also one of the most prosperous districts in St. John's City.

The city government and the Kejette Group's headquarters in St. John's are both located in the East Side.

Similarly, the East Side is also the safest district in St. John's.

If this charity is truly connected to Evolution, then no matter how well they disguise it, there's one thing that can't be hidden.

That is the aura that the corrupting monster has tainted the soul.

Theoretically speaking, this kind of smell is only pollution.

Monsters can recognize these scents, and those who come into contact with them are more likely to be attacked by these corrupted monsters.

The Pollution Cleanup Department uses a specially made concealing spray to suppress the scent of these creatures, preventing those contaminated by the scent from being discovered by the polluted monsters.

However, this aura cannot be eliminated.

At least that's the case for the pollution cleanup department.

However, the power of extrasensory perception to peer into the soul allows He Ao to easily access the essence of this 'aura'—a special power attached to the soul.

Furthermore, he can use the power of super memory to completely destroy these auras.

At the same time, he can also clearly 'see' who has this 'aura'.

This means that, in a sense, he possesses the same 'recognition ability' as the Pollution Monster, and can easily identify who in a crowd has been in contact with the Pollution Monster by using his super memory.

Moreover, this recognition does not appear to be affected by cloaking spray.

He took out the concealment spray that Ishia had given him from his pocket and sprayed it on himself.

Then, he briefly activated his hyper memory to scan his soul.

He could clearly feel that the 'aura' left on his soul from his previous encounter with the polluted monster in the Green Olive District had dimmed briefly, but it had not disappeared.

From the perspective of hypermemory, those auras are still clearly visible.

Furthermore, when He Ao used Super Memory in the Green Olive Street area before, he also discovered that people like the core subordinates of the Poison Scorpion Gang leader, who were suspected of raising polluted monsters, had a far greater aura of polluted monsters on their souls than those who had only come into contact with polluted monsters by chance.

They even outnumber members of the Pollution Cleanup Division, which specializes in dealing with pollution monsters, like Ishia.

As for people like the leader of the Poison Scorpion Gang who have merged with monsters, their souls are almost completely enveloped by the corrupted monster's aura.

Therefore, it is easy to distinguish between people who have accidentally come into contact with polluted monsters and those who raise polluted monsters.

He Ao's advantage right now is that no one knows he has this ability.

So whether the other party is genuinely charitable or just wearing a mask of charity, we'll find out by going and seeing for ourselves.

He woke up the car's infotainment system and set the destination to No. 60, Golden Phoenix Street.

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Pollution Cleanup Department Building

Ishia stood in front of the closed office door and took a deep breath.

This office used to be Nighthawk's office, but it was temporarily vacated after Nighthawk's 'defection'. Now, it is the temporary office of the highest-ranking official in the Pollution Cleanup Division.

After taking another deep breath, she reached out and knocked on the office door.

"Please come in."

An old voice came from behind the door, followed by the sound of the door opening automatically.

Through the slowly opening door, Ishia saw the scene inside the office.

This is a small, square office. Apart from a three-dimensional city model in the center and a few chairs, there is almost no decoration, giving it an air of ascetic simplicity.

At that moment, an elderly man with a full head of silver hair, dressed in a crisp military uniform, stood in front of the sand table, his back to Ishia, gazing at the contents of the sand table.

An invisible aura emanated from the silent old man.

"Director?"

Ishia watched this

He looked at the back of an old man and asked softly.

She has already reported the incident of being attacked by the polluted monster yesterday.

She knew very well that her investigation into the Night Hawk case could no longer be concealed, so when she received the notification from the director of the Pollution Cleanup Department that morning, she knew that her final moment had arrived.

The director will ultimately decide whether to protect her unruly 'subordinate'.

The worst-case scenario is that she is dismissed from all her posts for overstepping her bounds and completely loses the protection of the Pollution Cleanup Department. In that case, she will have to find a way to survive the attacks of those pollution monsters on her own.

"coming?"

The old man in military uniform standing in front of the sand table turned around and looked at Ishia.

"Um,"

Ishia nodded and walked into the office. The office door behind her was not closed. She looked at the old man in military uniform and tentatively asked, "Why did you call me here today?"

The old man glanced at Ishia, holding a long baton in one hand and a cup of coffee from the edge of the sand table in the other. "I remember the first time I visited your grandfather, you weren't even as long as this baton. When you get old, time seems to fly by."

He took a sip of coffee and then looked at the sand table in front of him.

The model was placed on a huge square table, almost a scaled-down version of the city of St. John, with various streets and high-rise buildings interspersed throughout.

At this moment, the sand table is densely packed with black flags, except for a small area in the northwest where the flags are slightly sparse.

"This is a sand table left by the Nighthawk. Each flag here represents a corrupted monster that once existed."

The old man gazed at the flags, his eyes deep and thoughtful. "Nighthawk was a good boy too."

Ishia stood beside the old man, gazing at the sand table.

This was the first time she had ever seen such a sand table, and through these densely packed flags, she realized for the first time what kind of situation the Night Hawks had been dealing with.

The frequency of the pollution monsters appearing in St. John's City is far higher than in other cities. Despite this high frequency of monster appearances, Night Hawk managed to maintain a brief period of 'peace' in St. John's City, where very few people died from the pollution monsters.

"For a long time, I thought that Nighthawk would take my place after I retired."

The old man took another sip of coffee, a hint of melancholy in his eyes. He seemed to remember something, and then let out a long sigh.

He then glanced at the sand table covered with black flags, turned to Ishia, and asked, "So, are you confident?"