Shadow Apostle

Item name: B-235

Hazard level: B-

Special Containment Procedures:

1. There must be no objects that can reflect images in the containment room.

2. Except for daily routine inspections, maintenance personnel are not allowed to enter the containment room.

3. Staff must remove all items (including clothing) before entering the containment room for inspection.

4. Note that no matter what happens, it is strictly forbidden to look directly into the eyes of B-235.

describe:

B-235 is a non-entity mystery that can exist in any object with mirror reflection ability. Its appearance is the observer's own image in the mirror, but its actual image is a human-shaped mist.

B-235 can move into any mirror-reflecting object in front of the object it is in. Once someone looks directly into its eyes, it will stop moving, start game time, and drag in all people within its range who look directly at its own reflection. Located in a different space in the fantasy world, all victims cannot be returned to the real world until all victims are thrown into the fantasy world after eight hours, or only one person survives within eight hours.

"Sir Sir Sif will explain the specific tactics to you in detail during the actual combat meeting, Mr. Zhuom." Before Sir Sif could speak, W took the initiative to explain, "The only way to capture it is to let him start game time. It cannot move during the game time, and there will be a five-minute cooling period after the end. This is the only way to seal the mirror where he is so that he has nowhere to escape, but the problem is..."

"How do you find the mirror it's on?"

"Game time is on, and all mirrors within the range can pull people into the game world. It is almost impossible to find its body, but C-037 can help us." W knocked on 037's folder, "It has something that is not written in The characteristic of the record is that once it records a target internally, as long as the target is not within a three-meter radius around it, its horn will point in the direction of the target, and if there are multiple targets, it will slowly rotate between the target's directions."

Isn't that a guide car?

The muscles in the corners of Horst's eyes twitched. He had already guessed the general usage of C-037.

"Let me ask first, when will this thing end?"

Horst pointed to his ear.

"Four hours, unless you repeat the record as well."

"Thank you, no need." Horst dug his ears and asked, "When the target enters the game space, can C-037 also point to 235's body?"

"Well, it is better to say that it is at this time that we can point out the ontology, because the mirror of the ontology is the only passage to the goal, at least a conceptual passage."

"I understand." Horst looked at the two files and thought for a moment, "Sir Sif, in the agreement that Mrs. K made for us last night, it was always mentioned that I would help deal with B-235. It was never mentioned. I'm going to be beaten by two mysterious hybrids, and I never thought it would be so uncomfortable to be targeted by C-307."

Sif looked at Horst expressionlessly.

"Of course, in order to fight against the mysterious sacred cause and for the welfare of all mankind, I am willing to sacrifice myself and contribute to the recovery of B-235, but..."

Horst narrowed his eyes, smiled and whispered:

"As an innocent civilian who 'cooperates with the police officers,' I can't be allowed to cooperate on an empty stomach."

"You want to raise the price?" Xifu asked with a sneer.

"Am I the kind of person who doesn't care about credibility? How can I casually ask for more money after a negotiated deal? I don't want money, I just want an approval document."

"Um?"

Everyone in the room, including Monica, cast doubtful glances.

"The admission approval document for a private detective agency can be used to obtain a Class A license." Horst said with a smile, "I have investigated that this kind of mysterious Class A license can cooperate with some special agencies such as Scarecrow. You are only eligible to apply if you get an approval document issued by the Royal Capital Police Headquarters. I believe that with your status in the Royal Capital, Sir Sif, it is not difficult to obtain an approval document."

"You're dreaming." Sir Sif slapped the table and stood up, "I..."

"Stop, Sir, please maintain the minimum gentlemanly manners." Horst raised his hand to interrupt Sir Sif's anger, "You have been exposed just now, and there is no use saying anything now."

Sir Sif looked at Horst uncertainly.

"Just now when Monica was arguing for me, you gave in very quickly. According to the dialect in our hometown, she was called "kneel down on the spot". In theory, she could also be used as a bait, and she was willing, but you still gave in quickly. , indicating that this matter must! Must! I will do it. I don’t know why you think so, but given your status, there must be a reason for thinking so. "

Sir Sif shrank his eyes and subconsciously glanced at Mrs. W who was watching with a smile.

"The reason doesn't matter now. Since I already have a monopoly, why don't I charge a slightly higher price? And I don't have too high requirements, it's just a little more difficult. After all, I'm not a fantasy world master. It’s just a little hard to accept mentally for a while. It’s okay, don’t worry, we can work together to help you gradually adapt to it.”

Sir Sif's lips trembled, wanting to say something but unable to.

Bang, Horst suddenly slammed the table, sneered and said with a stern face: "I have wanted to repay you with this sentence since last night. How did you say it? By the way, I am not discussing with you, Andrew Mr. Sif, I am just informing you of the conditions I have proposed. Remember, I have the right to refuse cooperation with you. This is written in the laws of the Kingdom of Norland. By the way, remember to hand in the approval before taking action. I, I’m not worried.”

After saying that, without looking at Sir Sif, who was about to emit steam from his nose, Horst smiled at Mrs. Mrs. K nodded and walked out of the iron door again.

It was very quiet outside at this time.

There was no one in the corridor.

Horst walked out of the iron gate and stretched hard.

The sound of leather boots behind him was particularly clear, and he knew who was catching up to him.

"Why did you remember the license to open an office?" Monica rushed to her side and said while giving directions, "And it's a Class A license."

"I have been thinking about it for a long time, and I will implement it after I have some ability to protect myself. You also know my physique. I can encounter cursed stone statues even when I go fishing. Why not just open an office and attract mystery-related businesses? Come to your door and earn more commissions, and you don’t have to stare at the middle of the newspaper every day and endure the price reduction.”

"That's fine." Monica asked seemingly unintentionally, "Aren't you going to the Flame Tongue?"

"How is that possible?" Horst replied immediately, "The reward over there is also money. I will definitely go there every day, um, every day."

The corner of Monica's mouth curled up: "I think you are reluctant to offer a reward, humph, but you slapped Andrew hard this time, be careful of him retaliating against you, he hates you, and he will definitely not make it easy for you. "

"Can he make things easier for me if I don't cheat him?" Horst sneered, "He has never thought about getting along with each other in peace since the first time we met. If this kind of person doesn't make him uncomfortable a few times, he will never understand what it means. Respect. Anyway, with you supporting me, he doesn't dare to go too far, not to mention Mrs. K is watching from behind."

As he said that, Horst turned around, and sure enough, on the corridor behind him, the elderly Mrs. K followed her in a wheelchair.

"That's a good pun, Mr. Horst Drom." Monica quickly stepped forward to help push the wheelchair. Mrs. K's smile was still so kind, "Thank you for what happened today. If you hadn't put C in time, -037 stole it out, and by the time we get here, the casualties may have increased further, so I want to thank you on behalf of those young people."

Horst raised his hat and tilted his head: "Your Excellency, Director, do you know why Sir Andrew Siff identified me? I can't figure out the reason."

"W is the awakened one of Artemis. She was sent here just to detect the movements of B-235."

Horst understood that one of the divine powers of Artemis, Lord of the Silver Moon, was prophecy.

"Don't worry about Andrew. He has no ability to cause trouble. The thing you sent over last night was a very strange thing. It doesn't seem to be alone, but like a set."

"Huh? Do you know him?"

"I don't know." Mrs. K shook her head. "It must be at least several hundred years old."

"Then how are you sure it's a set?"

"It has consistency and correlation with other things in the occult realm, but it's too complicated to explain clearly."

Horst nodded thoughtfully, realizing that this old woman was probably not just an ordinary bureaucrat.

"Mr. Horst Drom, if you want to know more about it, you'd better explain its origin and relationship clearly, otherwise it will be difficult to judge some things."

"I need to discuss this with its owner." Horst thought for a while, "I will give you an answer tomorrow."

"No problem. If I'm not here, just ask Reina to notify me. Also, if you have time these days, I hope you can do me a favor."

Horst showed a subtle smile and rubbed his hands expectantly.

Mrs. K smiled kindly: "It is actually very difficult to apply for a Class A license. Even if you get the approval, it is very troublesome. You need to clear up the relationships in many departments. Without experience and connections, plus the expenses of dozens of Georges, it is simply impossible." It can be done. Not only that, Category A also requires approval from the head of the local mystery response department."

Horst's smile grew wider: "If you need any help from me, just ask, and I will do my best to help you get it done as soon as possible."

"What an enthusiastic young man." Mrs. K smiled even more kindly and pointed to the newspaper Horst had put in the lining of his windbreaker. "Which newspaper is this? It should be on it. There is a series of mysterious deaths of homeless people." case."

Horst was stunned for a moment, then nodded as if nothing had happened: "Yes, yes, you want to know about this? No problem."

Mrs. K glanced at him doubtfully: "Your reaction...couldn't it be that someone has already asked you to investigate this case, otherwise it would be impossible for you to agree so decisively."

Monica, who was behind K, couldn't hold back and burst out laughing.

Horst shook his head vigorously: "How could it be possible? No, no."

"Forget it, it doesn't matter." Mrs. K waved her hand, "The deaths of these people make me feel very uneasy, but the appearance of the watchman is too eye-catching. After all, it is theoretically just a routine case, so it can only be troublesome. Please help with the investigation. I will ask Reina to give you the relevant simple information when the time comes..."

"Ready to serve."

Horst smiled. Who wouldn't want to save dozens of gold coins?

Not to mention doing two things at once.

Who wouldn’t?

However, this serial death case...

Horst frowned.