The next night of the mission.

After get off work, Fan Ren dragged his tired body and slowly walked towards the community where he was.

For some reason, the number of vicious cases in City D has increased sharply recently.

Especially the serial murder case that Lao Fan is now in charge, the suspect became increasingly arrogant. Relying on the fact that the police could not find any clues, the time interval for committing the crime was decreasing.

This created more "guests" and made the Forensic Department of the Police Department, which had only two people, work overtime overtime.

If this continues, before he is killed by the mission in the Cursed Land, he will be crushed by excessive workload and die suddenly.

It's really hard to be a social animal...

Fan Ren walked to the entrance of the community and found that the restaurant of Fatty Wang's house had been closed and was covered in darkness.

He glanced at the message sent by Fatty King on his phone, and the other party was still asking about his concern for his body.

There were seven or eight messages, but Fan Ren did not reply.

Fatty Wang cares about his body more than Lao Fan. If you don’t know about this news, you will probably think that he is his old father.

It seems that it is still beneficial to work overtime so late to go home. At least Fatty Wang won’t be guarded by the door and asked about this and that.

Fan Ren walked into the unit building where he was in the community, and then climbed up the dilapidated stairs toward his residence.

The reason why he did not reply to Fatty Wang was that he did not want to get too close to the other party.

From the very beginning, Fan Ren suspected that Fatty Wang seemed to approach him with some purpose.

During the first mission, the constant chat, unreserved trust, the chat messages, and everything made Fan Ren feel like a lab mouse was being monitored and observed.

This is also the reason why Fan Renhui chose to team up with Fatty Wang to do the task. He wanted to observe the other party in the opposite direction and see what was sold in the gourd.

What happened is actually normal, at most it was a coincidence, and there was no direct evidence that Fatty Wang was really planning something in secret.

All of these were just what Fan Ren told him intuition.

It may even be an illusion, but being cautious is always good.

Being in an environment where you can see various spirits all year round makes it difficult for Fan Ren to fully trust others.

Push the door open.

The aroma of instant noodles is coming.

It was Lao Fan who was soaking noodles in the living room.

"I came back so early today, is the case full of clues?"

Fan Ren took off his windbreaker and hung up, looking at his adoptive father.

"No, but my head is pressing too tightly. I can't stay in the police station. I'll come home to take a breath."

Lao Fan pulled out the plastic fork on the lid of the instant noodles, uncovered the lid, and began to eat instant noodles with big mouthfuls.

Fan Ren shrugged: "The top is pressing tightly, and our forensic department is not easy. We can only work overtime every day. After all, the case is full of storms."

"There's no way, I want to solve the case soon. But there is really no clue at all. The victim's right palm was cut off.

There is no connection between the others, and even the way of dying is different."

"Why is this instant noodles and sauerkraut taste a bit weird? Is the shelf life here?"

After eating a few bites of noodles, Lao Fan frowned.

"It smells quite fragrant. The instant noodles you saved at home were bought last week and are unlikely to expire." Fan Ren glanced at the purple instant noodles bucket placed on the tea table in the living room.

"Maybe it was because I worked too much overtime recently, which caused me to smoke too much, and I even tasted the cigarette butts."

Lao Fan took a sip of instant noodles soup.

"Does there be a faint smell of smelly feet?"

"Don't say it, it's true, how do you guys know?"

Fan Ren raised his lit phone and showed a news on it:

"It is reported that a sauerkraut processing factory in H City was exposed by unknown people. Workers stepped on sauerkraut barefoot and even threw cigarette butts into the pit where sauerkraut was placed, which has been confirmed by relevant departments."

There are also several pictures below the news.

"I think you'd better eat instant noodles with a different flavor."

After reading the news, Lao Fan's face changed suddenly, and he covered his mouth and ran to the bathroom:

"Damn, why didn't you say it earlier! Vomit-"

"I just remembered it, and the news has been going on for several days."

Fan Ren walked to the kitchen:

"Forget it, I'll cook some green onion and egg noodles for you."

More than ten minutes later, Fan Ren walked to the living room with two bowls of noodles. Old Fan was still coughing constantly, obviously caused by his throat urinating.

"Is the reaction so big? I've been eating it for so many years, so I've been used to it for a long time. Anyway, I can't kill anyone. If I smoke every day, the toxins accumulated in your body may have offset the side effects of this instant noodles." Fan Ren put the chopsticks in the other party's hand, and in front of the only one, he still said a lot.

"Can this be the same? You have forced yourself to fight poison with poison. You are a forensic doctor. How can you say such words without scientific basis?"

Lao Fan picked up the noodles and started eating:

"Why is the noodles cooked without any oil or water? It's too light."

"It's not enough to have protein and carbohydrates, and it's better to have a lighter midnight snack at night."

Fan Ren ate the noodles and replied with a plain expression.

"I won't talk about this anymore. Xiao Fan, please help me and analyze this case carefully. I believe your brain. After all, the previous few difficult cases were only achieved through your suggestions."

Fan Ren did not answer immediately, but made a sound of eating noodles, as if he was trapped in thought.

Lao Fan, who knew his son, did not urge him and decided to fill his stomach first and start attacking the face of his opponent.

Fan Ren, who finished eating noodles first, put down the bowl in his hand:

"Remember to wash dishes and the bucket of instant noodles must be processed and divided."

"Okay." Lao Fan, who had something to ask for, kept nodding.

Yoshikage Kira: "hello!"

Fan Ren: "If you have something, just say it and if you have farts, it's already past midnight, it's early morning, and I'll have to go to work tomorrow morning."

Yoshiki Kira: "Isn't tomorrow a Saturday? #Black Question Mark.jpg"

Fan Ren: "Work overtime."

Kira Yoshikage: "It's so pitiful, it's nothing. I'm here to greet you."

Looking at the nonsense sent by the other party, Fan Ren was speechless, and then he thought of something and quickly typed a line of words in the message box:

“Is there a reward for every promotion?”

Yoshikage Kira: "Yes, there will be rewards for promotion, usually props, but the first few reward items for level-level rewards are quite useless and have no effect. It depends on the user's development. Oh, maybe you have advanced to the blue level, no wonder you ask this, are the reward items very trash :)"

Even if he only saw the news, Fan Ren could imagine Kira Yoshikawa's iconic smirk through the screen.

His finger paused on the phone screen for a while, and he slowly typed it:

"Where are points added to personal panel values?"

This time, Yoshikage Kira replied a little slowly: "That thing is hard to get. Generally, only if you perform best in the Curse Land mission several times in a row, you have a chance to get it. Adding points to the personal panel can really improve your body.

When this data exceeds a specific threshold, the God-Selected One will leave the category of mortals and become an existence close to superhumans.”

When Fan Ren saw two messages sent by the other party in a row, he began to think that the so-called points were even rarer than he thought.

"The reason value has dropped, how can it be improved?"

Kira Yoshikage: "There is a rehabilitation potion in the mall that can be redeemed. The higher the level of the God-Selected Person, the easier it will be to reduce the rational value. Therefore, this thing is very popular. It is recommended to prepare a few more bottles to avoid accidents in the middle of the mission."

"You will definitely ask you what the consequences of lowering the rational value will be. I won't say in detail. I can only tell you that the total consequences will be more terrible than death. Remember not to reduce the rational value below 50%.

The young master once mentioned the importance of rational value. The so-called identity of the God-Selected One still has many unknowns.

Fan Ren's finger continued to typing on the virtual keyboard: "What is the branded eye on the back of our hands? I once heard another God-Selected Person say, this is a seed, what kind of seed is it?"

Kira Yoshikage: "It's better not to know it. The truth is much more cruel and desperate than you think. Don't doubt the authenticity of my information. Monsters will not deceive monsters."

"Good night, see you tomorrow~"

After typing this message, the other party's avatar suddenly became dark.

What does it mean to see you tomorrow?

Fan Ren subconsciously frowned.

Seeing that Yoshiki Yoshikage refused to say anything, he had to give up. He slides his phone and clicks on the Eye of Brand app to check the props and the Reason Value Reply Potion.

......

Early the next morning, outside the house gate, a rapid knock woke Fan Ren up before the alarm.
Chapter completed!