Chapter 375 Painting

Diana looked at Bader and didn't know what to say for a moment.

A chill ran up her back and up to the back of her head. Her hand involuntarily tightened the cup, splashing the milkshake onto the ground.

"Who are you talking about?" Diana said.

"Come on, Diana, you're not good at lying. You know who I'm talking about, the one who came back with you in 2006." Bader said.

"Bader... how do you know about what happened in 2006?" Diana was surprised.

"The FPI is very interested in that matter, and we have people following up on that case. I happen to be one of them." Bader explained.

"I've never heard anyone mention that the FPI is investigating this matter... Don't try to deceive me with some groundless words." Diana said.

"I don't need to lie to you, and I want to remind you, Diana, Chen Ke is a dangerous person. You will be in danger sooner or later if you are with him." Bader said in a deep voice.

Diana glanced at Bader, then looked away, looking at the watch on his wrist and fell into deep thought.

Bader looked around and whispered, "He is Asra's man. He approached you just to steal the information of the Administration. He planned all the subway affairs just to get close to you."

"What...?" Diana was startled, and her expression changed subtly. Thinking of the way Chen Ke opened the portal in 2006, she fell into doubt.

"This... This is impossible..." Diana still didn't want to believe Bader's words, but her heart was already a little shaken.

"Think about it carefully, Diana. Wherever he is, there will be trouble. Do you think this is accidental?" Bader said faintly.

Diana closed her eyes and covered her forehead. She felt a tearing pain in her brain. The noise that the Level 2 interrogation program had played continuously echoed in her mind, making her upset.

The fact that Chen Ke was able to open the portal in 2006 itself does not make sense. There is only one possibility, that is, he can control both entering and exiting...

The Psychic Research Institute has never had such a major containment failure accident, but it happened that Chen Ke had just been there for a while and a major safety accident occurred.

Considering the recent massive leak of information and intelligence from the Administration...

"So, Diana, has he contacted you recently? Has he said anything to you?" Bader asked.

"I'm in a bad mood now... Bader, I need time to think about it." Diana avoided Bader's sight. She didn't want to make a hasty judgment yet.

"If you know where he is, please tell me as soon as possible, okay? I don't want to see my old friend step by step towards a situation of no return." Bader said.

"I know... I know, I want to be alone now." Diana sighed, and her mood for the day was ruined.

Bader patted Diana's shoulder, said nothing, turned away, and raised the corners of his mouth slightly.

Diana took out her mobile phone, turned to Chen Ke's number, thought about it and put the phone back.

"Every superhero has his own fateful villain."

She remembered what Chen Ke said to herself, which now seems to be a great irony.

In 2006, he could have left her there to die, but he carried her all the way to escape.

It turns out that the life-saving grace has other purposes.

"Chen Ke... you son of a bitch..." Diana said secretly.

She took out her cell phone again, quickly turned to Wang Ailin's number, and pressed the dial button.

"The number you dialed is turned off..."

"Damn... Wang Ailin... what are you doing..." Diana couldn't help but worry. She was restless, holding the phone tightly, and turned to walk towards the CPA building.

9 o'clock in the evening.

Lafite Road Business District.

Chen Ke stood on the street in a black suit, straightened the blue tie on his chest, and looked up at the office building of Lescott Spiritual Products.

During the day, Chen Ke had already made a careful observation of the building and downloaded the floor plan.

As a local enterprise in the City of Opportunities, Lescott Spiritual Products can be regarded as the pillar of GDP, but ironically, the more spiritual products a city has, the more depressed it will appear.

Unlike the manufacturing industry, which requires a large number of workers, the nature of spiritual products is similar to that of the Internet industry. A leading large enterprise may only have about 5,000 formal employees.

Moreover, spiritual property relies more on auxiliary businesses such as investigators, warehouse storage, and security, which is not a very universal job choice.

In addition, the purchase of real estate without development has artificially created wasteland and ruins, resulting in insufficient land for other industries in the city to develop, indirectly causing residents to lose potential job opportunities.

Chen Ke is not looking for excuses for killing people to make himself feel at ease.

A contract is a contract, and a killer is also a profession.

Spiritual property has caused people's livelihood to decline, but it complies with federal law, and he does not want to be a moral guardian.

The country's problems will be solved by the country itself, and he is only responsible for solving people.

At 9 o'clock, the building was dark, but some floors were still brightly lit. It seems that no matter which world, overtime dogs are objective creatures.

He jumped up and stroked the monitor to fix the time, then melted the electronic lock of the glass door with Angele's Ash, and slid to the side of the wall along the shadow under the corridor.

Even without the stealth suit, Chen Ke didn't feel any inconvenience. When he reached the safety staircase, the double time consumption ended and the camera started to work normally again.

Chen Ke walked forward, hiding in the dark and corners, quietly waiting for the patrolling guards to leave, or directly touching the time pause when the other party was not paying attention, and then walked away from the other party openly, and came to the door of the boss's office on the top floor.

A cold breath echoed in the corridor. This feeling seemed familiar. Chen Ke took out the 67-type pistol, turned on the spiritual vision, and looked at the door in front of him.

The situation in front of him surprised Chen Ke.

Generally speaking, the vision under spiritual vision is all blue, and the human figure will be constructed in the form of lines, but behind this door, an invisible square space is presented.

This space is black, as if a piece of it was dug out from the world.

Is it some kind of psychic shielding device that is working? Just like Li Moyang's manor? Chen Ke thought, stuck to the door, and observed the crack in the door.

The corridor was dark, but some light came through the crack at the bottom of the door.

He held the gun in his right hand and gently turned the doorknob with his left hand. It was not locked. He hesitated for a moment. Although he could not see inside, at least he did not feel any murderous aura. He should be safe if he was careful.

Chen Ke gently pushed the door open, raised his hand, held the gun diagonally, and flashed into the room sideways.

He first aimed at the boss chair and the desk in a combat high (CARs high-profile combat) posture. After finding that no one was there, he switched to an extended (extended aiming) posture and quickly scanned the space on both sides of his body.

There was no one in this room.

Haroin's car was a limited edition pink Lamborghini, and Anderson's car was a black Mercedes commercial vehicle. They were parked in the underground garage and did not drive away at all.

If she and he were not here, they were somewhere else.

Chen Ke put the gun back into the holster and looked at the moon outside the window. The pale moonlight shone into the room through the window, and the white curtains were swaying in the night wind.

Chen Ke had never seen a company with white curtains in the office, because it was not auspicious, not to mention that the white curtains looked like gauze, which made it look even more weird.

A layer of mist condensed in the room, like white frost, and like a thin layer of halo, Chen Ke suddenly felt an uncomfortable chill.

This chill was not physical cold, but a strange sense of loss.

"Are you looking for me?"

A woman's voice drifted into Chen Ke's ears, and he immediately took out the 67-style and turned on the psychic vision to scan the entire room.

There was no shadow, and in this room, Chen Ke's eyes were all dark, as if he was blind.

"You are not an ordinary person." Chen Ke said.

He noticed an advertisement illustration of Lescott's psychic beauty products hanging on the right wall.

A woman in a white wedding dress sat on a tree stump, her long white hair hanging on the grass, her skin was pale but breathtakingly beautiful, and a pair of orange-yellow pupils were staring at Chen Ke.

"You are not one either. Why don't you come in and play?" Haroin's voice floated from the painting.

Haroin in the painting actually stood up and walked towards the far end of the lawn. As she walked, she turned back and waved at Chen Ke.