Chapter 2449? Sorry, No Time

"Is this movie you watched serious?" Mag frowned and couldn't help asking.

"That must be serious!" The system affirmed.

"Have you learned?"

"This is really not easy to learn."

"Seriously, I asked you to help me find the source and information about the monument, do you have any clues?" Mag looked a little serious and asked in his heart.

When he came to the dungeon this time, Mag's primary goal was the monument that recorded the mystery of becoming a god.

Although he has a certain sympathy for the oppressed people of the dungeon, he is not enough to immediately substitute himself into the role of the savior of the dungeon.

"The system will take action, and it will naturally be captured. The system has read a lot of top-secret information, and we can say with complete certainty that the stone tablet really fell from the sky, and the time line is the same as the information you have read before."

"So, Ferdinand is quite sincere." McGonagall nodded slightly and asked, "Where is the monument now? How are the guards?"

"The stele is located in the center of Tucker City, and it is shrouded in formation to cover up its aura and appearance. Under the stele, there is an extraordinary person guarding it all year round, and there are four half-step extraordinary people who rotate to guard it. It is the most closely guarded place in the entire dungeon. Of course, that doesn't include multiple top-tier warships on call at all times."

"Ah, this." Mag frowned, and his plan to sneak a glance at the monument was extinguished.

One extraordinary, four half-step extraordinary guards, it can be seen that the underground city attaches great importance to this stele.

But it's not difficult to understand. The stele of the gods hides the secret of becoming a god, and it directly opens a technology tree for the dungeon. It is strange that it is not taken seriously.

"You can't watch it in person, so have you found any pictures or videos of the stele?" Mag asked again. He tried to search for pictures of the stele on the Internet, but couldn't find any relevant content.

"The stele cannot be recorded by anything, so there are no pictures and videos, and according to those who have comprehended the stele, everyone sees the stele differently, and what they comprehend varies from person to person. ." The system replied.

"It's really amazing. It seems that Ferdinand's task has to be completed well." McGonagall said, the system's statement is similar to a rumor he saw before.

Pashat sat on the returning battleship, watching the video just sent to him by his subordinates, his eyelids twitching wildly.

When they arrived at the live broadcast, the mysterious judge had disappeared, leaving only Horace who had been cut into pieces.

Even after five hundred years of work in the Investigation Bureau, Pashat rarely saw such a tragic corpse.

Oh no, Horace is not dead!

The guy stabbed Horace with three hundred and sixty-three swords, but instead of killing him, he stuffed him with a healing pill when he left, and successfully extended his life until they rushed to the scene.

Although Horace's injuries were terrifying, none of them were fatal injuries. With the help of the accompanying healer, he was out of danger.

It seemed that they arrived just in time.

But Pashat could not wait to give himself a slap at this time.

Horace is not dead, so he will have a lot of headaches next.

Should the Fergus murder case be investigated? The witnesses are still there, and the physical evidence has been investigated by the personnel of the local branch.

Should the Dixon family money laundering case be investigated? Horace's impromptu accusations were coherent, even detailing which movie was laundered for how much.

If Horace was dead, there would be no evidence of death, and there would be more room for manoeuvre.

But now it's not just that Horace is not dead, the mysterious man will publish the whole process of the trial directly on the entire Internet, and the whole world knows that Horace is not dead.

If he dies, he will die too.

"Look at Horace well, and be sure to bring him back alive." Pashat closed the video and told his subordinates.

Although things are a headache, but this pot belongs to the Dixon family.

"Hoho, it's interesting this time, you bastard, see if I don't kill you this time.

Akali lay on the sofa, clicked on her wristband and sent a few messages, raised her head and instructed the secretary standing beside her, "Put out all the black stuff that I had before, I want that bitch to never turn over." . "

"Miss, if you let it go now, if the patriarch finds out, will it?" the secretary hesitated.

"Idiot, you won't let the patriarch know." Akali rolled her eyes, sat up, and looked a little cold, "This guy is completely a demon of color, but even you was almost violated by him at the beginning. , let him go now, and I don't know how many girls will suffer in the future."

The secretary seemed to think of something from the past, and his brows became a little more angry. He nodded and said, "Well, I'll go now!"

"After killing Fergus, there are only those two left. Brother Hades is really my lucky star." Akali's mouth curled slightly, she clicked on the micro-tweet chat interface, and saw that she gave Hades The message sent was still unread, and her seductive brows frowned, "This is the first man who doesn't even read my message."

Mag ended the conversation with the system, the system was eager to continue learning, and he also clicked on the micro-tweet.

On the hot search list, the charcoal grilled lamb chops tutorial, Hades' promotion, and the list of the top four in the Chef King Competition are still on the front row.

The content related to the trial of Horace and Fergus murders is completely empty.

The power of capital is manifested at this moment.

Of course, people's emotions can't be stopped. Although Weibo removes hot searches, reduces popularity, and blocks keywords, but at this time, when you click on any hot search on Weibo, the comments below are almost all discussing these things.

Of course, the most mentioned sentence is: "Justice may be late, but it will never be absent."

And the micro-tweet that Mag sent in the morning has exceeded 100 million likes at this moment, and the number of comments has exceeded 10 million.

But looking at the data, Mag thinks that he has hired a navy, and he is still the kind of brainless brush.

Mag pondered for a while, but didn't release any new tweets, and this wave of popularity still stopped.

Then he clicked on the private chat interface submerged in red. It is estimated that millions of people sent him messages, mostly praise, more than the people who scolded him in private chats in previous lives.

"Two-level reversal?" Mag touched his chin, and being praised so highly was a little uncomfortable.

Then she found a pinned message, the glittering account was so dazzling and unusual, it exuded the breath of a rich woman.

Mag clicks on the message to view:

"Brother Hades, let's have dinner together tonight, I'll be waiting for you on the top floor of the Twin Towers."

McGonagall thought for a while and replied, "I'm sorry, I'm not free."