About the Matter That I Joined the Evil Organization

But the smile gradually disappeared on his face, and he couldn't see that he was all right.

Because No.14's identity as the saint was clearer than No.15's ambiguous identity, and she died in an accident, the whole incident revealed a feeling of being killed by an unknown person.

Also, no clues can be found at all, or this lack of clues is a very obvious clue.

Lin knew little about the inside, so he asked the intelligent AI to explain it to her.

Unlike a scumbag like him, Lin got dozens of times the thinking time to learn the inside knowledge she didn't know.

As the night passed, Lin was more of an insider than he was.

After two days of finding no clues like this, Kerry has lost interest in the murder of the saint.

Leaning against the wall, exhaling lightly, he pondered for several [-] hours, but he couldn't find a solution to the really difficult problem.

Considering that in the end, unless he has the same level of immortality as the leader, his own death method will definitely be very tricky.

For example, when he got ordinary immortality, when he was proud, Keya tightened the white gloves on her hand that were prone to rubbing sparks, snapped her fingers and set him on fire.

The sound of grilling scum would be more suitable for snapping fingers with two hands. Anyway, it will end like this.

"Ahhh, I'm tired of it!!"

It has been four days since I came to the city where the No. 14 victims were located. Kerry's face was pressed against the table of a coffee shop, making a depressed voice.

In the past few days, of course, some accidents have happened.

Investigating the murder of the saint was very boring, and of course it was impossible for him to miss the girl at home for [-] hours.

For such an incident, as long as he investigates it with the little Lin, accidents are prone to happen.

Of course, he also hoped that senior clown would pop up out of nowhere to give him a hint like before.

But the murder of the saint can be said to be the core, and the victim is the real saint.

The murder scene was a flyover staircase not far from the residence.

As a signal tower of the gods, such a character would die from such a simple accident.

No wonder it was determined that he was killed by an unknown person.

He also inspected the scene and the residence of the victim, but could not find any clues at all.

In fact, he was also tired, so he ran out to drink tea with Kerry, leaving the younger generation and the two primary school students at the scene.

Seeing how they were still busy on the stairs of the overpass, he silently drank his black tea.

"Al, look at that girl, her waist is so thin, but her butt is so big."

This person has no interest in investigating at all. It would be better to say that the interest in investigating has completely changed to guessing the number of passers-by on the street.

"I think she should have done it with two people."

"..."

He looked over there following Kerry's gaze, dressed conservatively, and looked like the type who devoted himself to his husband. He was about 25 or six.

In short, just passers-by.

"Do you want to ask?"

"Do you want to be beaten?"

He couldn't help asking Kerry, sometimes he really felt that he couldn't keep up with the prince.

In order to be lazy... in order to strengthen the connection with the Black Hand Religion, drink tea and coffee with the prince of the Black Hand Religion.

It's just that the prince was showing off his wife who was getting bigger and bigger one second, and became interested in the number of passers-by on the road the next second.

What made him so curious?

"Hey, it would be great if there are glasses that can see the number of experience. By the way, can your organization develop it? I will pay for it."

"...Kerry, even if our organization is a wonderful flower, it is impossible to be so wonderful."

"Beep—link with the multifunctional glasses, the link is successful, and the analysis mode is changed."

Hey, what is Jill-kun planning to do?

"Modify, adjust, optimize, optimize, optimize, establish a new analysis model."

"Successfully established, you can use hormones to calculate the number of times the object has sex in a week, and how many people you have sex with."

The multifunctional glasses I wear on the bridge of my nose seem to have turned into glasses with wonderful effects.

It seems that I still underestimated how wonderful my organization is, no, I underestimated Mr. Jill's upgraded calculation ability.

I really hope that it can use its calculation ability where it is really needed, such as helping him think about how not to be beaten violently when he goes back.

In the coffee shop, he was facing Kerry, so the glasses immediately scanned Kerry, because the distance is relatively close, and the hormone can also be taken.

"Acquisition completed, hormones analyzed, analysis completed - the target has not had intercourse with anyone this week, the target's right hand..."

No. 2 immediately issued an order to Mr. Jill to completely delete this new analysis mode.

The intelligent AI that followed the order immediately executed his order, and deleted the new analysis model that took more than ten seconds to build.

The glasses returned to their previous functions, and through the glasses, he couldn't see the strange data analysis and sampling images that were displayed just now.