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Who? As a "security officer", Hugh has a keen intuition in monitoring and being monitored. Immediately, his mind is tight, and his thoughts turn around, considering what happened.

In the past two or three weeks, she has not encountered anything that requires special attention. The few prisoners caught are not extraordinary. At most, they have a little connection with a gang. No one will offend for them. The famous bounty hunter, so she quickly narrowed the scope of the target, vaguely guessing which force the person staring at himself belongs to.

A member of the Aurora Club? I didn't go to Mr. X's party last time. As a result, there was an accident there. The scene is said to be very amazing... The people in the military affairs department told me that Mr. X was killed on the spot and took the body, and the assassin used the god. The power of the level... Aurora will be the one who is checking out what to do? Everyone who receives an invitation to the party is their goal? Although Hugh is sometimes careless and has a straightforward way of thinking, in a similar field, he has a strong intuition and can always think of the key places.

On the occasion of Mr. X being killed, she was glad that she was taken away by Fols, did not go to the party, escaped the accident, and thought that she had no problems, and could stand the investigation of anyone in any way. Therefore, when she met the mask man at the military scene last week, she was confident and took the task of investigating the truth of the case. Unfortunately, she did not know which extraordinary people had participated in the party. Start.

Well, the gentleman of the MI9 told me that the Aurora people are not the madmen who have already developed the disease, or the hidden madmen. They cannot use the logic of normal people to speculate on their behavior. Even if they confirm that I have no problem, they may kill by the way. Drop me to vent my anger and warn the real murderer... Hugh spirit walked forward with a high degree of tension and re-planned his route in the Eastern District.

On this route, she is always able to get help from her friends. If there is an attack, there is no small chance to escape or kill.

Walking and walking, Hugh’s spirit suddenly stunned and found that he did not know when he had returned to his home in Jowood.

Hugh entered, drank a glass of water, and was shot down by Fols:

"Take me to the East."

Hugh for two seconds and say something that I feel very familiar with:

"You, are you going out?"

Fols immediately denied this statement, saying that he had taken a task before, to help people find the dust left behind by the disappearance of the ghost, and the spirits of the dead in the cemetery were purified and sent to the kingdom of their gods. Go to the East to find.

Hesitantly said:

"I am preparing to attend the party called by Mr. X. Can you postpone your day?"

Fols immediately succumbed to a face and said that he was too procrastinating and the task was almost over.

I sighed and promised to accompany my friends to the Eastern District to find those who had just died or who had not been discovered for a while.

The two had just left the house, and Hugh was blown to the face by the wind outside. He shuddered and screamed, and saw a bard sitting on the corner of the street, playing the lyre and singing the popular songs of the southern village.

Hugh frowned, raised his hand and rubbed his forehead. He always felt that he was a little lost, but he couldn’t remember what he was thinking.

She continued to maintain a high level of alert, along the scheduled route, into the bar where she would sell lunch, and met an Eastern resident who occasionally gave her information.

This is a 23-year-old young man with fine eyebrows and brown hair on his shoulders. The facial features are not rough and coated with cheap cosmetics, giving a very uncomfortable feeling.

"Sherman, what happened in the past few days?" Hugh greeted him.

According to her understanding, this young man named Sherman always thought that he should be a woman, but fate gave him a bad joke and made him a man, which made him suffer very seriously in the past many years. Discrimination.

Sherman slightly smiled and said:

“It’s very calm, no men ask me to drink.”

"Drinking is not good." Hugh seriously told me that he crossed the other side and went to the bar.

Sherman took a sip and walked out of the gate with his waist and swaying all the way to the apartment he rented.

He stayed at the door for a few tens of seconds, walked two steps and knocked the door next door.

The wooden door slammed open, and a female voice that was low but difficult to conceal sweetness came out:

"Have you made a decision?"

Sherman stepped inside and closed the door with his backhand, looking to the side of the bed, a girl in a black dress:

"I still don't believe it, I don't believe there will be such a magical thing."

In his eyes, the girl's face is slightly round, temperamental and gentle, looks not only sweet, but also has a different taste, very charming and very attractive.

Of course, in Sherman, he is more envious, not obsessed.

The black skirt girl responded with no expression:

"Have you already seen my previous photos?"

As she turns around, she will always feel a little sad.

"But maybe it's your twin brother or brother, I can hardly believe that there is a way to make me change back to women..." Sherman said not too firmly.

The black skirt girl smiled without smile:

"Then you can fake this thing and you can go back."

Sherman clenched his hands a little and silenced for a long time:

"I, I am willing to give it a try, although I know that you are likely to lie to me, but I still want to give it a try.

"So, what will I pay?"

"Listen to my orders, help me to do something, rest assured, it is definitely something you can do." The black skirt girl said, "To really change your gender, you need to drink three pills and complete some ritualization. I will teach you."

Having said that, she laughed at herself:

"You can consider your own female name."

............

At night, the Beckland Bridge area, inside a small alley of Iron Gate Street.

Hugh stood under the gas street lamp who didn't know who was broken, and remembered what happened this afternoon.

After confirming that she was no longer being tracked, she returned to the Jowood area and secretly observed Fols. She found that the friend had never been out, stayed at home as usual, spent a lot of time reading novels, newspapers and magazines, and pulling The room with curtains has been spent for nearly an hour. It seems to be skilled in her own extraordinary ability. Until there is nothing else to do, she flips out the paper, writes a new book for a quarter of an hour, then tears it off. The group was thrown into the trash.

She also smokes too much... drinking too much... Hugh bites her lower teeth and sees a man in a black formal suit coming out of the shadow of the other side of the alley.

The man was tall and tall, with a gold-faced mask on his face, revealing his eyes, nostrils, mouth and cheeks. It was the military officer who was in contact with Hugh.

“What urgent matter?” he asked directly.

Although the rest is short, the momentum is not lost:

"I was followed in the Eastern District. I suspect people who are Aurora. They seem to be checking out the last gathering."

The topic that Hugh originally prepared was one that the other party asked for, and intended to make this emergency meeting request normal without guaranteeing the real clues. Now, she has the excuse that Aurora will be better and more appropriate.

"The madman of Aurora will be like this. Although we know that we are also looking for this thing, we are looking for them, but we will not back down. If not, they will not always suffer." The golden mask male smiled. "Frankly, they didn't directly surround you, took you to a no-man's place to ask or psychic, I was surprised."

Hugh’s people who were answering the Aurora meeting did not follow it for too long, and suddenly thought of the embarrassment that made it difficult for them to relieve themselves, so they made a mistake:

"I don't know what happened to me. In a short period of time, I seem to be a bit confused, I can't remember what I was thinking."

The golden mask man is silent, after a dozen seconds:

"The tracking investigation for you should be over... Aurora will pay more attention to this matter than I expected, and I will report it.

"Well... you said before, there are quite a few extraordinary people who have received invitations but have not attended the party?"

Take a break and say:

“Every time you participate in a party, no more than one-third of the people who receive the invitees.

"This is the normal state of most parties, and Mr. X is no exception."

The golden mask male thought for a while and then asked:

"Is there a clue to the person you asked last time?"

"The original name is Terry?" Hugh saw each other's dagger and shook his head. "Not yet, she should be a veteran."

The golden mask man suddenly laughed:

"The people she killed are more than the bounty tasks you have done. If there are clues, try not to get close. She is very dangerous."

Hugh "Well", step into the right words:

"Is there a new commission this time?"

“Why did you suddenly become active?” asked the golden mask man with a slight surprise.

Hugh calmly responded:

"I am quick enough to exchange the merits of the 'interrogator' potion formula, I hope to get it soon."

"Actually, without this, you can directly exchange the potions, which will save a lot of merit." The golden mask man stood in the perspective of Hugh.

I already have extraordinary features! Hugh shook his head:

"It will take a long time, maybe I can buy materials at other extraordinary parties."

The gold mask man did not persuade, half sighed and said:

"That good luck.

"This time there is a more complicated commission. If you can finish it, the merits should be enough."

Hugh pressed to hold the joy, and asked:

"What mission?"

The golden mask male tone is a little weird and says:

"Follow the people who contacted the Viscount of Fordford, and put each one in the report and submit it to me.

"You don't need to monitor it often. When you have time to pass or pass by, just pay attention to it. Believe me, this task is not only for you to do. If you can submit a valuable report in a week, you will get a certain merit. Every week."

Viscount Stefford... Hugh suddenly and a little embarrassed, and this time, she knows why.

This Viscount is the court guardian, the deputy of her father!

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