"Don't use human blood ties to define us apostles."

Janus sneered, “As long as the Hermit is an Apostle, he is our family. No matter what he wants to do, as long as it is not a matter of harming other apostles, we will support it.

The bond that maintains us is the spirit and will, not the disgusting blood ties of human beings.”

Muss was shocked by the momentum of Janus.

He tried his best to restrain himself and not think about it, so as not to anger the lunatic in front of him.

"But, the hermit is influenced by the countermeasures and humans, and will have some cognitive bias on our apostles and refuse to contact us."

Janus pointed to Muss and said, "Although you are only in a cooperative relationship with the Hermit, in our opinion, your relationship with him is better than you thought."

After all, you are the only one who has had long-term communication with the hermit until now."

So I just use the bait to lure the hermit to the hook?

"Yes, this is the meaning of your existence. If you die, I will not be able to explain it to the hermit."

Janus looked at Muss, pondered for a while and suddenly said, "Touch out your hand."

Moose had no choice but to do it.

Janus grabbed his left hand and a burning sensation came from the palm of his hand.

Mus gritted his teeth and endured it without saying a word, this pain that was as if it were torture.

"Okay, this thing is just my meeting gift. I don't use it very much, but it's quite useful for you ordinary people."

Janus let go of his palm and turned around and continued to walk forward.

Moos, sweating profusely, whispered and looked at the palm of his hand.

A pendant of Janus, the same light red mark as that of his hand, appeared in the center of his palm.

"I have turned the strange thing I just used to read the mind into the palm of your hand. From now on, as long as you concentrate your consciousness on the mark, you can read the mind of ordinary people."

What did you say?!

Such a valuable thing, you just gave it to me like this?!

Moos' expression gradually became dull.

But this time, no matter how much he said in his heart, Janus ignored him.

"It's just a little toy made by Gaia. Don't think that thing is too expensive. I don't like this kind of thing very much. Follow the strategy to follow the game process, and it doesn't mean at all."

Janus said without looking back.

A sour air came out of Muss' heart. It was really a drought that was so drought that it was so drought that it was so drought that it was so drought that it was so drought that it was so drought that it was so drought that it was so drought that it was so drought that it was so drought that it was so drought that it was so drought that it was so drought that it was so drought that it was so drought that it was

This kind of superpower is actually just a small toy in the eyes of the Apostles?

Just throw it to a college student, and you can just take a million-word urban novel in a minute. OK!

His eyes at Janus began to become complicated.

However, complexity is complex.

After all, Moos is a cunning and cunning social person.

I just gave him something, and I wanted to make him cry, so I bowed my head and said to him?

It does not exist.

Besides, this ability, Muss will only act as if it does not exist and will never be used easily.

He clearly remembered the hermit's evaluation of the Apostles and the guy who smashed his bar with a mask, his crazy appearance.

If there are no sequelae of this kind of thing, he will not believe it if he is beaten to death.

There will be no pie falling from the sky. Even if it falls, it will be the bait thrown out by others.

Whoever eats is stupid.

Looking at the imprint on the palm of your hand.

In Mus' heart, there was nothing but fear.

It was seen that he usually acted very unpretentious and cowardly.

But relying solely on cowardice and flattery, let alone becoming the number one intelligence agent in Neva City, is a problem whether he can survive that chaotic city.

Moos trotted all the way to Janus.

These supernatural intelligence gave him new speculation about the hermit's incarnation into a slashing throat maniac.

When the Hermit first debuted, he was just an intelligence dealer who worked together with the police.

It was not the slit throat maniac who later made criminals in Nehua City frightened.

At that time, there were still many people calling hermit a traitor.

As for those people later... there was no later.

‘From an investigative reporter who presides over justice, to a bloodthirsty murderer… Could it be that the hermit was influenced by these things and became that way?’

Moos's speculation is very close to the truth, and he is almost missing from admitting it himself.

However, he has no chance to ask the hermit at present, and the hermit cannot tell him the truth.

"arrive."

Janus said.

Before they knew it, the two of them had arrived at the end of the corridor.

What appeared in front of them was an ordinary operating room sliding door.

As soon as Mus came to his senses, he immediately smelled the smell of disinfectant in the air.

This made Muss feel an ominous premonition in his heart.

Could they be doing any human experiments?

Pull me over and want me to be a guinea pig?

Before Moos could think about it, the push door was opened.

"Welcome to you Lord Janus and…my old friend."

A slender and gentle man opened the door and made a gesture of asking for help.

Muss tilted his head, raised his right eyebrow and sank his left eyebrow: "Who are you?"

Moos had no idea how he had seen this, a Sven Scary wearing gold-rimmed glasses and a blood-stained surgical gown.

Not to mention anything else, his bookish temperament cannot be covered up even if he is wearing bloody clothes.

It will definitely impress everyone who has seen him.

Moos began to recall all his acquaintances quickly, but no face could meet the person in front of him.

"What a loving guy."

The other party smiled and took off his glasses and stroked his hair.

The original broken bangs have become middle part.

The smiling eyes gradually opened.

The eyes are the windows of the soul, looking at those eyes that do not have a trace of emotion, and the familiar shape.

The person in front of me gradually corresponds to the worst acquaintances that Muss knew.

"I spared your life in the freezer back then, but you can't recognize me now. It's so sad."

This sentence completely awakens Moos' memory.

The impression of that person gradually coincides with the person in front of him.

"Cat's Eye?!"

Moos was frightened and took a step back: "Are you a human or a ghost?"

It is true that Moos just recalled many people, but he never thought about the dead.

Cat's eyes.

This is the most vicious and cruel executioner in Neihua City, who is even more vicious than the throat-cutting maniac.

It should have been dead long ago.

Moos saw with his own eyes that the cat's eye was cut off by the hermit and threw it into the mixer.

The minced meat and bone residue mixed with cement were poured into an iron barrel and sank to the bottom of the lake.

Muss was sure and sure that the person killed by the hermit was either a substitute or Maoyan himself.

Because at that time, in order to make himself feel at ease, he secretly picked up a piece of bloody minced meat for DNA identification.

The one who died at that time was indeed Maoyan.

But who is the cat's eye in front of you?
Chapter completed!