Fairyland, big problem

"Boss Zhang, I'm sorry, my side is just over now, so I'm absent today."

On the phone, Wen Jiu explained the situation.

He De confessed the location of the safe, Qian Axiong and the security guard had to go there, Wen Jiu simply took their car to see the final result.

From finding the safe, to having the criminals identify the scene, and taking evidence photos, the busy work didn't end until half past 22 o'clock.

Boss Zhang responded enthusiastically on the phone, "Little brother is too polite. Assisting the police department and the special police team can't be counted as absenteeism. It is a great benefit to our supermarket."

After finishing the call, Wen Jiu looked at the manhole cover in front of him.

The hideout is actually... in the sewer next to Maple Leaf Press.

After completing all the formalities, He De looked calm, and was escorted into the car by the security guards in the slightly drifting rain.

On the other side, President Lin, wearing a bowler hat, stood lonely, with his assistant holding an umbrella for him behind him, creating a bleak atmosphere.

It is obvious that one party is the person who has been arrested and is about to serve his sentence; the other party is the big boss who retrieved the stolen property, but his temperament seems to be reversed.

The reason lies in the things in the safe, which is also a puzzle in Wen Jiu's mind.

What is the relationship between magical girls and safes?

What does a magical girl have to do with not confessing?

Maple Leaf Publishing House takes a commercial route, can make money, accepts all kinds of business orders, and has a bad reputation.

In fact, President Lin, who is nearly 60 years old, used to be an animation producer and also worked as an environmental protection worker. Several huge failures made him gradually discouraged and became mercenary.

While opening Maple Leaf Publishing House, he also left behind the environmental protection cause he was passionate about when he was young.

Twenty years ago, he received a manuscript from a young man, saying that he loved watching Kamen Rider anime made by President Hayashi since he was a child, so he created a magical girl full of love and justice, and wanted to publish it with Maple Leaf Publishing House.

Mentioning his previous works, President Lin felt sore, knowing that he couldn't go back, he threw away the magical girl manga.

That was He De's only manuscript, which was thrown away, almost ruining a cartoonist.

The first draft of Masked Rider is kept in a safe, no matter how it is washed away by the business world, it is the most sacred area in President Lin's heart, and it will be treasured forever.

The reason why He De hid the safe was just to awaken the pure justice and ideal in President Lin's heart.

"Brother Wen Jiu, the matter is over." The Police Department staff did not understand the ups and downs of a beautiful dream, "Thank you for your contribution to the security and order of Changle City."

"You're welcome, I've learned a lot too."

The rain in the sky matched the scene and gradually increased as the night deepened. It was time for Wen Jiu, who had completed the commission from the Police Department, to go back to rest.

"Take my car." Qian Axiong put his hand on Wen Jiu's shoulder, "The colleagues from the SWAT team happen to be nearby, so they will take you back along the way."

The Police Department knew that Wen Jiu and Qian Axiong had a car, expressed their thanks again and escorted the prisoner back.

"Little brother, why are you not happy at all?"

"I'm not unhappy, the ending of the matter is very satisfactory, but the content I feel is too rich, and I haven't digested it yet."

Dreams, ideals, reality, healing...

Such keywords are connected with each other, and Wen Jiu feels more and more that the business of the "dream office" he once underestimated and wanted to open is actually extremely complicated.

"Young people don't think too much."

"That's true."

"Hahaha, let's go, the car is here."

Qian Axiong slapped him firmly on the back, Wen Jiu grinned in pain, touched the sore spot with one hand, and ran across the street to cover the raindrops on his head with the other hand.

Parked there was a special painted car, a bit like a police station.

There are corresponding words written on the side of the car. For example, the full name of "Police Department" is these three words.

It was the first time Wen Jiu saw the full name of the SWAT team:

Special Disaster Alert Team…

What is a special disaster?

Arrive across the street,

Qian Axiong was joking with the colleague who turned to the side of the road to buy cigarettes, and Wen Jiu felt a very strange feeling in his heart.

Unspeakable discomfort, repulsion, disgust...

All of a sudden, a lot of complex negative energy flooded into his heart, Wen Jiu subconsciously looked up at the street tree beside the road, the branches and leaves on the tree rustled.

It is not the natural rhythm of the rain, but because something is moving in the crown of the tree, causing the branches to shake irregularly.

Wen Jiu squinted his eyes and looked carefully. From the branches and leaves that were suddenly pushed aside, a very vague object protruded out. When it landed, it stretched out a sharp blade like a sickle, and its lower abdomen was connected with human hand-like limbs.

"What kind of monster is that?!"

While the bottom of his heart was trembling, Wen Jiu retreated subconsciously, only to find that his body was heavy and he couldn't move.

The monster formed a face that was almost human, squeezed out a weird smile, and rushed towards the other direction of the street.

The girl with thick braids heard the sound approaching, and subconsciously turned her head, and was rushed by the monster, her body was split from her shoulders, and the sharp blade cut all the way to her waist.

The food box in the girl's hand fell, and the contents rolled out, a piece of jujube cake and a piece of jujube cake.

That's the snack she brought home from get off work at the department store...

Jujube flower!

Throat froze, Wen Jiu wanted to call the other person's name, every cell in his body seemed to freeze, and his body gradually became cold.

In consciousness, the feather of the crescent moon glowed with a warm yellow light.

Immediately his senses recovered, and Wen Jiu found that he had been dragged under the eaves of the street, and Qian Axiong called out anxiously.

"Little brother! Little brother! Keep calm and don't be controlled by the illusion of despair!"

"Money... SWAT?"

Wen Jiu completely regained consciousness, which surprised special police officer Qian.

"It's not easy for you kid, to get rid of the mental influence of the evil thing so quickly."

"What... an evil thing..."

Before the question was completely blurted out, Wen Jiu stood up suddenly and looked around the surrounding streets.

There were many people watching around, and another member of the SWAT team was holding a strange-looking firearm, and his expression changed from dignified to relieved.

"It's okay, the evil spirit has been killed, everyone don't panic."

"Evil?"

It was too late to taste the unfamiliar words with a touch of spirituality, so Wen Jiu hurriedly asked.

"Special Police Qian, where is Zaohua?!"

"Zaohua? That little girl from the department store? She's not here."

His thoughts gradually became clear, and Wen Jiu realized that this street is far away from the department store, so...

What did you see just now?

Qian Axiong patted Wen Jiu's back gently, "Is it an illusion, because of the influence of Xie Chong's evil thoughts, you fell into a hopeless illusion just now, now that Xie Chong has been killed, don't worry."

Hearing the strange ranking again, Wen Jiu has already started to try to analyze it at the fastest speed.

This world is not as ordinary as it appears on the surface. I thought it was similar to the world before time travel, with an ordinary modern urban background, but there is actually some kind of "evil thing" hidden.

The full name of the SWAT team is: Special Disaster Alert Team.

Only then did Wen Jiu understand what the so-called "special disaster" meant.

I also know why the Qian special police are patrolling the streets, why they let go of the good thing of going home to take care of their lives, and are still working in the special police team after fifty years old...