Chapter 1440 Artificial Existence Core (VIII)

In the real jar, the props taken out from the hand are probably still undulating in the blue liquid.

The thrilling test finally passed, but until she said goodbye and left, a certain imaginary scene still echoed in Claire's mind.

But she used the utmost self-control to prevent herself from showing any unnaturalness.

Even after the other party snapped his fingers, he retreated in confusion, as if he had just woken up.

Even the jar is gone.

Of course, she didn't forget to give the other party double the reward to match this personality.

"Thanks for the generosity."

Naturally, I was satisfied with this before I paid.

"If you do what I say and find that it doesn't work, you can come to me at any time."

In view of this, he even took the initiative to make a warranty commitment.

I have to have a chance to come to you again...

For a magician, this is indeed a rare service. Unfortunately, Claire, who knows the "truth" in her heart, only feels it is a great irony.

"OK."

For a moment, he finally felt like not saying too much. He nodded slightly and left the master's place with a full harvest.

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Evil epidemic...

After sending customers out with professional gifts, the family studio soon returned to calm, and before paying, the mission goal of this trip was silently in mind.

The reason why the metal jar is missing is simple. It was originally a creation of dreams, including the dark box with a strong magical quality.

It's just atmosphere shaping.

What's surprising is always how Claire behaves in her dreams.

Although I was deceiving people all the way just now, some key contents are not completely nonsense.

Now that she is a genuine second-level player, the clear dream she creates cannot affect her freely.

The simplest conclusion is that Claire's form of existence is affected by a fairly high-level power.

If this was considered to be pollution, or even the evil disease she was looking for, then it would be reasonable to characterize her husband, Mr. Lick's strange behavior as spreading pollution.

But there is a question here. If this is an epidemic, what has happened to the people infected with it?

When not in a dream state, even I can't tell that Claire is different from ordinary people.

And even if he transforms into a dream master, apart from his exaggerated resistance to dreaming, there is still no other extraordinary aspect in this person.

Although I have indeed encountered the same inconspicuous characters before, but with extremely high dream resistance, such as the proprietress of Longding Inn.

But the latter relied on the oath to achieve that, and he was still an extraordinary person after all.

There's something special -- and dangerous.

Although the current mission has not failed, that is to say, after direct contact, Claire has not spread this pollution to herself.

But Fu Qian was not optimistic, thinking that this pollution could only be spread through her husband.

The warehouse's mission objectives are always simple, but they are rarely reminded of it so seriously.

Considering that it is not a time-limited mission, I seem to have the conditions not to try and make mistakes with the san value first, but to try to use a borrowed knife to kill someone, or to use a borrowed knife to scare a snake.

Now, I hope the local violent agencies can come faster.

After all, Ms. Claire has been quite cooperative. She was already on the phone before she even got downstairs.

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"Grimshaw?"

Facts have proved that the local violence agencies are quite serious and responsible.

Less than half an hour after Claire left, there was another knock on Fu Qian’s door.

Although it didn't sound very polite, the master obviously didn't care and opened the door happily.

"I am, welcome."

The next moment, facing two uniformed personnel, one old and one young, outside the door, Fu Qian showed off another business card and completed the identity confirmation with the highest efficiency.

"Let me explain in advance, although you are here together, I do not offer a second half-price discount."

Ah……

The older one seemed a bit gentler, but his partner was obviously hot-tempered and had already snatched away the business card, even showing off the shiny handcuffs around his waist.

"I do have questions to ask you, and I will decide whether to take this as a reward based on your answers."

That's right, the people who came obviously had nothing to do with supernatural power. They were two heavily armed policemen.

With his help, the situation finally rose to the level of a public security incident.

…

"Please feel free to do so. I will try my best to cooperate."

Seeing the unabashed threat from the other party, Qian Fu was not so bored as to ask to see his ID, and directly showed a very active and cooperative attitude.

Although before he made the invitation, the elderly policeman had already squeezed into the room from the side and looked at it carefully.

And the results are obvious.

"Is this guy really a magician?"

The young police officer who was still standing outside the door had already spoken first, expressing his confusion about the excessively normal arrangement in the house.

"I also want to know."

After a few casual glances, the elderly policeman seemed to have lost interest in the search and looked back at Fu Qian.

"Mr. Grimshaw, can you explain why your industry association doesn't have your registration information?"

Industry Association?

This vocabulary is a little awkward, but it’s not difficult to understand.

Although it is in the category of occultism, it is not surprising that there is a business license-like concept on such an exaggerated scale.

The only problem is that when the warehouse helped me set up this persona, they didn't even register it?

I was showing off my professionalism here, but I was operating without a license during the day!

"Because I really didn't register. After all, I just came to Los not long ago."

The next moment, Fu Qian answered very straightforwardly.

"You are much more honest than I thought."

The older policeman seemed to have finally shown some interest in Fu Qian at this time, and the next moment he sat down directly in Claire's position.

"I always forget the punishment standards, so I'll talk about it later. I wonder if you can use the same frank attitude to explain the problem that a certain lady reported to us before?"

"Claire Weasley?"

While the young police officer was examining him, Fu Qian actually sat back. There was no surprise in his expression when he heard the words, only regret.

"Is it because I don't give people enough confidence or not... What did she report me for doing?"

"Nowell, thank you for looking around."

Instead of answering him immediately, the older policeman looked back at his partner and assigned a task to the latter who was about to speak.

It can be seen that he knows this straightforward character quite well.

"Why don't you tell me what you did to her here?"

Then he withdrew his gaze and signaled Fu Qian to speak freely.

"I lied to her."

As it turned out, Fu Qian did not live up to this trust at all and answered almost without pausing.