Chapter 314 Specially Hired Intelligence Officer

After capturing Zhou Island, Lu Yao harvested a complete ownerless kingdom of God, which had never happened before.

Even if a Nine Grain Pillar could not be transmitted, its own channel guidance alone was a priceless navigation in the crawling area.

Most of the kingdoms of God that were favored by Zunlong were likely to be industries with great potential.

Lu Yao was going to follow the trajectory of the Longxu Channel and try to collect them one by one.

If it could be incorporated into the Yao Clan civilization system, that would be the best. If it was too difficult, he would switch to the next one.

Lu Yao looked at the screen.

Zhou Island was slowly rotating in the inner circle of the ring circle. Due to the existence of the wonder [Red Coral Mirage], the Ghost God and the Bamboo Reed King could not directly observe this kingdom of God except Lu Yao.

This reduced a lot of unnecessary trouble.

Lu Yao ordered Slymode to try to transplant the red coral and the mirage into the Yao Clan world, and ordered Philus to lead the White Castle to attack and see if the mirage could be restored and applied in other worlds.

After finishing all this, he stood up and rubbed his neck.

The increase in population has brought about an increase in physiological perception, but the magnitude of this increase has become smaller and smaller, and Lu Yao has not directly transformed into a superman.

Fatigue and sleepiness are still unavoidable.

The human body is like this old computer. It is used frequently all year round, and you don’t know when it will go wrong.

So Lu Yao gritted his teeth and bought a second-hand laptop after the New Year as a backup machine.

He opened the window and breathed in two breaths of cold air outside.

There were not many pedestrians on the street, and the weather in early February was so cold that it stung his face.

He noticed that there was an envelope hanging on the street lamp in the parking alley, fluttering in the wind.

What happened to Song Shiyi?

Lu Yao summoned Isabel over, and after nightfall, she took the letter off the lamppost.

The envelope was a little moistened by the mist, and the letter paper inside was sealed in a transparent plastic bag, but it was not affected.

The letter reads:

Miss Mary:

Not long ago, I was officially promoted to senior prosecutor and qualified to be an independent special intelligence officer. If your friend is interested, I hope to meet with you.

The intelligence officer does not need to perform the duties of the committee. He only maintains a single line of contact with the senior prosecutor he contacts. He will receive a certain amount of remuneration every month and will also have the right to view the non-confidential information in the committee's database. I look forward to your response.

Happy New Year and best regards.

Song Shiyi

Special intelligence officer?

Lu Yao thought about it and decided to find out the situation first.

Not long after, Isabel and Song Shiyi got in touch and the two met in the parking alley.

Today, Song Shiyi wore a gray tweed coat with a white close-fitting high-necked wool sweater inside. Her hair was a little longer and tied into a small bun behind her head.

The bird Mingzai still stayed on her shoulder. It seemed a little sleepy, with its head drooping.

"Long time no see."

She waved.

Isabel nodded, remaining as cold and taciturn as ever.

"Ms. Mary, what do your friends think about the special intelligence agent? By the way, let me first tell you about the policy of intelligence agents."

Song Shiyi exhaled a breath of white air and said: "The intelligence agent system is a channel opened up by the committee for social groups in order to better obtain intelligence resources. As long as you can provide intelligence, you will be an intelligence agent. The actuarial department of the committee will classify the value of the intelligence and settle the intelligence remuneration... Different levels of intelligence will receive different remuneration."

"Specially appointed intelligence agents are a step further, equivalent to the informants of the senior prosecutors themselves. For the sake of safety and confidentiality, they all use single-line contact, and the identity of intelligence agents is only The single-line contact knows that all responsibilities are borne by the prosecutor. "

She introduced actively: "The budget given by the committee is that there will be 4,200 yuan of intelligence expenses every month. The travel allowance is 320 yuan a day for accommodation, and 120 food allowance, which can reimburse the tickets and air tickets. If you participate in the execution of the mission, there are also special execution funds..."

"But these are not important. I think what is useful to your friends is the committee's database. If you become a special intelligence officer, I can disclose some intelligence that does not involve confidentiality procedures to you."

"These information accumulated by countless people is also the most core asset of the committee."

Lu Yao was moved.

4,000 yuan is a little less than his salary, but there is no problem living alone.

More importantly, he can break away from the constraints of working hours and concentrate on the simulator.

With the data accumulated by the committee, he can also take fewer detours and get more reference information.

Isabelle asked according to Lu Yao's instructions: "Why me?"

"Because you are very strong."

"..."

This answer makes sense.

Song Shiyi said seriously: "Of course, there are more reasons than this. Although we don't deal with each other much, according to the work records in my notebook, I can confirm that you and I are actually the same kind of people."

"We all do our job well, don't want to cause trouble, and won't pry into privacy and secrets."

"I think our cooperation will be smoother."

This reason sounds okay.

Although Lu Yao still firmly believes that if it were another person, such as the Blood Knight or the Tyrant, there would be no such treatment. Maybe he would be classified as a dangerous person at the first meeting and become the object that the committee needs to control.

Being popular is also an outstanding talent. Whether in the previous life or this life, Isabel has played a big role in this talent.

"You agree? That's great."

Song Shiyi smiled and said, "To celebrate our becoming colleagues, let's go have a stew! I'll treat you!"

But she seemed to remember something immediately.

"Maybe not today... I have another official business to deal with."

Isabel said, "Do you need help?"

"If you are willing, I'm certainly welcome."

Song Shiyi talked about the official business in her hands.

This matter has to start with the previous incident of Hong Mouxiong in a roadside restaurant.

...

After being interrogated by the committee, Hong Mouxiong confessed to his crimes.

But the truth he told surprised the committee.

Hong Mouxiong claimed that he didn't want to do this kind of thing, but just wanted to use the fire props to cheat a little money, and he didn't dare to commit a serious crime in the criminal law.

But one day after get off work, he met a child at the door of the restaurant.

The child's hair and eyebrows were white, as if he had albinism. He wore a baseball cap and folded a piece of white paper with his fingers.

The child said to Hong Mouxiong: "I saw everything you did."

Hong Mouxiong pretended not to hear and walked by.

And all the way back to where he lived, the child was standing at the door of his house, his fingers still folding paper.

Hong Mouxiong was shocked by this weird situation.

"I saw everything you did."

The child whispered: "You stole a lot of people's money. If you are caught, you should go to jail, right?"

Hong Mouxiong pretended to be calm: "Who are you?"

The child just said: "Tomorrow night, bring someone to the roof to play with me. As atonement."

He spread his hands, and there was a paper man on his palm.

The paper man was blown by the wind and fell on Hong Mouxiong's shoulder, making him feel that he was stared at by something terrifying, and his hair stood up. It seemed that if he made a rash move, something terrible would happen in the next second.

"It will watch you."

The child clapped his hands: "Remember, you must bring someone back to find me tomorrow night. I will wait for you on the roof. Otherwise, I will have to look for you."

After that, he walked up the stairs and disappeared.

Hong Mouxiong returned home in a daze, his body soaked with sweat.

He looked around, trying to find the white paper man, but he couldn't find it.

Is all this some kind of illusion?

He finally lay on the bed, and was about to fall asleep, when a voice suddenly sounded in his ears.

"Forgot to introduce myself..."

The child's voice made him shudder all over, and he suddenly turned on the light and found the origami man standing in his collar.

The voice came from the paper man.

"My name is Beidou."

The paper man said: "You can also call me Lianzhen Xingjun."