Chapter 286

At noon, the bridge blue restaurant.

Quince and Qianmian sit opposite each other, and both of them turn a blind eye to the exquisite food in front of them.

"I said, are you addicted to playing women, or are you a woman yourself?" Opposite quince sat a woman with long black hair and a shy face.

Qian ignored quince's question: "how did you see that day? I'm confident that I've made a perfect revision of the secret biography of the sword. "

"Modify? I didn't expect that you still have this ability, "said quince. Although he sneered, he knew in his heart that Qianmian was right. The day he met Qianmian, his void eye saw Qianmian's disguise, but it surprised him at that time, because through the void eye, he saw that Qianmian's soul was covered with a layer of soul film. Yes, it was soul film, no matter what Anyone who sees Qianmian will not mistake others, but will only think Qianmian is the original owner of the soul.

This is very difficult to achieve from the perspective of mysticism, and Qianmian just did it, and well dealt with the problem of exclusion between their own souls and foreign souls. This method has completely broken away from the road force of the secret transmission of stabbing sword, and has walked out of its own road.

"It seems that you have experienced a lot from our differences." Quince can't tell Qianmian that he has an empty eye. In fact, quince can't recognize Qianmian with his initial familiarity. But he just wants to give Qianmian an illusion that he is still the same as before, and let him fear him. To put it more simply, he wants to continue to use Qianmian. He had to admire this guy's ability to sneak into the mysterious defense mechanism.

A thousand faces smelled: "what's the matter with you asking me to come here?"

Quince poured a cup of tea for Qianmian and said leisurely, "don't get excited. It's just meeting my old friend and making an appointment to talk about the past."

Shentemo talks about the past. Thousands of faces make complaints about him, but he has to bear his temper. The mysterious defense agency has spent a lot of energy in it. He does not want to lose this job because of such a trivial matter. Besides, he has to take a huge risk to infiltrate the mysterious defense agency.

Quince: "of course, in addition to reminiscence, we can also exchange what we need, just as we used to cooperate. Didn't we have a very happy cooperation before?"

Dute is a playwright. No one knows who. Qian Mian pretends to be hesitant and says, "do you want the intelligence of the mysterious defense organ?"

"No, wrong understanding. I just want to borrow the intelligence system of the secret defense agency to get some intelligence for me when necessary. It should not be too difficult, just a little service." Quince road. The reason for this is that quince is just preparing for a rainy day and wants to initially establish an intelligence channel. In the mystical world of St. dreyface, the importance of intelligence is indispensable, and some deep-seated intelligence can't be known by people like quince.

Thousand face rolled a white eye: "is there a difference?"

"How's it going? You help me and I help you. It's a matter of mutual benefit. It's also good for your promotion in mysterious defense organs in the future. " Quince squinted.

Qian Mian suddenly became vigilant, staring at quince and said, "what do you know?"

Quince shook his head: "I don't know anything, but I can make an assassin do everything possible to get into it regardless of danger. I think the purpose is unusual."

"Oh, sure enough, you will not fail to notice such things with your shrewdness." Qian Mian didn't mean to say: "yes, I promise you. It's really a good idea to exchange what you need."

Qian Mian said nothing more and agreed to quince's proposal without hesitation.

"Good," quince snapped his finger. "I just have something I want to know."

Oh, you are not welcome. Qianmian face was long at that time.

"Go ahead." It's impossible for a thousand faces to go back on the spot, only to gain the truth.

Quince: the lame horse Gang, you know

"Lame horse Gang," thousand face Leng Leng, "not too big impression, is that kind of small Gang?"

Quince nodded.

Qian Mian bowed his head and thought for a moment: "yes, lame horse Gang, the minions in the Mafia League. If it's not an accident, this kind of minigang is not qualified to join the league."

"The memory is as good as ever," quince said with a smile. "So do you think the lame horse gang has something to do with the spirit of curse before?"

Thousand face Leng Leng, immediately reaction: "you are received compulsory task, investigation lame horse Gang?"

Quince shook his head. "It's just money."

"A little lame horse Gang, should not let you make such a fuss." Asked Qian Mian.

"But my collaborator didn't think so," quince said. "His premonition was that there was danger, so I specially asked someone to do divination for me, and the result was not optimistic." Looking for someone to do divination is naturally a pretext. If there is a ready-made divination master, how can quince not use it. And to verify Penelope's intuition, quince can't not do it, otherwise Penelope will believe what he says, and quince will be a fool."The same thing happened?" Qianmian is a little curious.

"No, there is no result. Divination is so obscure that the whole gang seems to be enveloped by a force." Quince road.

Qian Mian's face became more and more serious. He knew very well what quince's expression meant, and he thought quince would be full and lie about it.

So Qian Mian closed his eyes, brain spin, trying to find all the abnormal information about the lame horse gang in his memory.

Three minutes later, Qian Mian suddenly opened his eyes: "I don't know if a piece of news is useful to you?"

"Say no nonsense." Quince was unmoved.

"Effie Fergus, the boss of the lame horse Gang, once bought a useless mystical book at an underground auction."

What do you mean, useless

"It seems that the contents of this mystical book are fake, and it's useless to cultivate them. But there's a strange anecdote that all the masters of this mystical Book died after three terms. It's said that this mystical book is doing mischief."

"And that kind of thing." Quince touched his chin, and his surging intuition suddenly felt that there was something wrong with it.