Life Dungeon Game

"what?"

Ishia was stunned for a moment and didn't react immediately.

“If I remember correctly, your extraordinary ability is Talent Sequence 60: Investigative Journalist,”

The old man withdrew his gaze and slowly said, "The investigative reporter has three subsequent C-level talent sequences. I have already sent people to help you collect secret medicines and ritual formulas. In the meantime, you should rest well in the building, take a look at the documents and work records left by Nighthawk, and thoroughly understand the situation in St. John City."

At this moment, Ishia finally came to her senses.

She was previously transferred to St. John City, and the transfer was actually done in the name of the alternate person in charge of St. John City.

"I······"

She opened her mouth, as if to say something, but was interrupted by the old man's voice.

“Do a good job,” the old man said, turning his gaze back to the model. “This city is more complex than you think.”

Then he waved his hand and said, "Go and get some rest. Figure out the work situation. When I was a mercenary, I really liked a saying: 'Good training and preparation make soldiers survive longer on the battlefield.'"

"Ah."

Finally, Ishia nodded gently and left the office, closing the door behind her.

The old man standing in front of the sand table raised his coffee cup again, gazing intently at the dense array of flags, his eyes deep and unfathomable.

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Meanwhile, outside the office, Ishia glanced at the sunlight streaming through the corridor window and let out a long sigh of relief.

It seems that the director's attitude is still more inclined to protect her, and this 'promotion' seems to indirectly affirm her investigation of Night Hawk's actions.

She turned and walked towards her office, raised her wristband, and prepared to share this rare good news with the old gentleman.

Outside the window, the scorching sun descended behind the tall building. In the instant the woman turned around, a long shadow spread across the ground, chasing her footsteps and obscuring her silhouette.

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No. 60, Jinwutong Street

He Ao followed the SUV's line of sight out the window, his gaze simultaneously sweeping over the 'character card' interface in his field of vision.

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Chapter 674 The Painting of Pollution (Long Chapter, Requesting Monthly Tickets)

When He Ao settled the dungeon two days ago, he still had four exchange stars left. He didn't use the character card in the last dungeon, so he saved up those four exchange stars. Adding them to the four exchange stars he got from the last dungeon settlement, he had a total of eight exchange stars.

Currently, he has five character cards: Joey's "Primal Flame", Vian's "King of the Night", Nell's "Usurper", Pete's "Saint", and Jess's "Deep Sea Glimmer".

Among them, [King of the Night] was redeemed by He Ao before. Among the remaining character cards, [Primordial Flame] and [Deep Sea Glimmer] can be redeemed. [Primordial Flame] requires three redemption stars, and [Deep Sea Glimmer] requires five redemption stars.

It seems that He Ao can use these eight exchange stars to exchange for the remaining two character cards at the same time, but in actual operation, the character cards cannot be used directly after exchange; exchange stars are still needed to exchange for usage time.

In other words, if He Ao wants to use the card immediately after redeeming it, the eight redemption stars are only enough for him to choose one of the remaining two redeemable character cards, and then use the remaining redemption stars to redeem usage time.

Of course, He Ao can also choose not to exchange for new character cards, but instead use these exchange stars to redeem the usage time of the already obtained [King of the Night].

I just don't know if the system has a limit on the use of multiple character cards.

While pondering, He Ao closed the character card interface.

He had a vague feeling that this instance might not be so easy.

Of course, after doing so many dungeon quests, he hasn't been without any experience.

He Ao raised his head and looked at the sleeping Jiaxi reflected in the rearview mirror.

He didn't wake Jiaxi immediately, but instead turned his gaze to No. 60 Golden Phoenix Street across the street.

This is a small building facing the road. A sign for the Federal Homeless Charitable Assistance and Career Support Foundation hangs in front of the building, along with an upside-down heart symbol.

The address Eve found was correct; the foundation is still there and has not moved or falsified its address.

On the first floor of the small building, there was a small glass revolving door. When He Ao arrived, several well-dressed people came out together, who looked like people who had come to donate.

Almost all charitable organizations in St. John have their offices in the East Side, not only because it has the best security in the entire city, but also because it has one of the few people in St. John who have the ability to donate.

The Homeless Aid Foundation does not refuse in-person donations, which makes it look more like a normally functioning charity.

After those donors came out, no one else came out of the revolving door of the charity foundation, nor did anyone go back in.

It seems unlikely that waiting will result in the appearance of someone who might be causing the contamination.

"Jacqueline?"

He Ao looked up at the rearview mirror and called out softly.

Jiaxi's small eyelashes fluttered. She groggily opened her eyes and sat up from the back row. "Grandpa, are we here yet?"

"Um,"

He Ao nodded and picked up the cane leaning against the passenger seat. "Grandpa is going out to run some errands. The car's autopilot system will take you to a safe place nearby."

Jiaxi immediately

His eyes widened, as if he wanted to say something.

But He Ao raised his hand, signaling to his granddaughter to let him finish speaking.

"If Grandpa encounters any trouble later, he might need emergency assistance. So Jiaxi, you need to make sure this SUV doesn't break down and can reach the designated location intact when Grandpa needs assistance. Also, you need to cultivate diligently and ensure you're in peak condition. If Grandpa becomes weak, he'll need Jiaxi's protection."

He turned his head and looked at his granddaughter in the back row, "Can you do it?"

"Ok!"

Jiaxi nodded vigorously.

"come on!"

He Ao stretched out his hand, his palm half-fisted and facing down, towards the back seat of the SUV.

"come on!"

Jiaxi also raised her little fist and bumped it with He Ao's fist.

"Grandpa will buy you ice cream when we get back. Just let the autopilot system drive you around."

He Ao gripped his cane, pushed open the driver's side door, and got out of the SUV.

Jiaxi leaned against the car window, watching He Ao drive away.

The SUV slowly started and drove into the depths of the street.

Eve will take Garcia to a safer place—near the FBI St. John's office.

Yes, whether intentionally or not, this charitable foundation's building is located near the FBI's branch office in St. John's.

Standing in front of the constantly rotating revolving door, He Ao looked up at the small building.

The building is simply decorated, with no eye-catching or luxurious exterior, and even has a somewhat dilapidated and old feel.

However, unlike those old buildings, all the windows in this building have been replaced with dark-tinted mirrored glass. These windows allow you to see out from the inside, but not in from the outside.

These windows, hidden in the shadows of the neighboring buildings, appeared quiet and oppressive.

Of course, in St. John's City, where sunlight is rarely seen, this sense of oppression is everywhere.

He lowered his head and walked through the revolving door.

"Hello,"

The lobby on the first floor of this small building is not very big, with only a few simple chairs and a counter.

A simply dressed young receptionist sat behind the counter, her lower body hidden under the counter. She wore a white shirt and a dark purple scarf. At that moment, she looked up at He Ao and asked, "Sir, are you here to make a donation?"

He Ao briefly activated his super memory to glance at the front desk, then pointed to the sign behind the counter and said slowly, "I'm going to the restroom."

Behind the counter to the right is a long corridor with a sign hanging in it. The sign shows a straight arrow, as well as signs for the restrooms and elevators.

The signs indicate that the restrooms and elevators are located by following the signs.

The receptionist glanced at He Ao's expensive-looking suit and his sharp posture, nodded slightly, and pointed to the corridor, "The restroom is at the end of the corridor, on the other side of the elevator."

"OK, thanks."

He Ao nodded, raised his wristband to send a message, and then leaned on his cane as he walked down the corridor.

This corridor is not short, about ten meters long.

However, there were no doors on either side of this corridor, which was more than ten meters long; there were only two plain white walls.

Although these white walls are hung

Some paintings were used as decorations, but the design still looked somewhat peculiar.

Typically, to facilitate the work of staff on the first floor, the corridor leading from the lobby usually connects to some offices.

In this situation where there are only walls, it means that employees working on the first floor have to walk around the walls to see their offices.

If there are staff members working on the first floor.

He gazed at the walls on either side, which were covered with abstract paintings composed of various blocks of color.

He Ao had never seen a similar painting before.

However, judging from Vian's artistic perspective, these paintings are highly artistic. One can clearly see some similarities to the abstract masters in the history of the Federation, but they are completely different from the masters' techniques.

As He Ao gazed more intently at the paintings, some hazy, incoherent murmurs slowly began to echo in his mind.

These murmurs were so faint that Heo, if not for his extensive experience in fighting madness, would not have even noticed their existence.

These chaotic, low murmurs echoed in his mind, drawing twisted and undulating lines in his brain.

He Ao walked step by step toward the paintings. He reached out and touched the glass of the frame of the largest painting that was closest to him, and then slowly immersed his divine sense into it.

The divine sense did not bring any energy feedback.

There is nothing wrong with this painting; it does not possess any extraordinary elements.

He Ao raised his head and glanced at the paintings around him again. It seemed that what had attracted those chaotic babbling was the pattern formed by these paintings.