The Cursed Ship

　　 Zheng Yang understood that he was thinking too much.

The guy Rich just disliked Wiener and walking with him and affected the effect of acting cool, so he imagined replacing Zheng Yang with Wiener. The two dressed up and followed Loveni in a unified manner, and the three were majestic. Look like.

　　 "What are you here for?" Zheng Yang asked helplessly.

　　Ricci was silent for a while, and said, "Well, I'm just here to confirm, are you really extraordinary?"

　　 "What is the difference between yes and no?"

"Lophney thinks you are! If you are really extraordinary, we need to register some information, such as your ability characteristics and approximate strength level. This will facilitate the elimination of you in the future when certain man-made vicious and mysterious events occur. Suspect, we will also find you to cooperate when necessary."

　　 The ability characteristics and the level of strength have been made public, isn't it easy to be targeted when you become an enemy?

　　 Zheng Yang suddenly invoked a little psionic energy, using his right palm as a knife, turning his body like a top, slashing Richie. There was a strange cry, and he stepped back to avoid it.

Zheng Yang took advantage of the momentum to follow up, making a single cut; Rich raised his arms and crossed them in front of him, and had a hard touch with Zheng Yang. After taking advantage of the strength, he jumped nearly two meters away, and flung the hem of the windbreaker after landing. Rotating in a circle, each hand held a silver desert eagle and pointed at Zheng Yang.

　　 "I use a knife, is this kind of strength an extraordinary person?" Zheng Yang shook his right palm and asked eagerly at Rich's pistol.

　　Ricci hesitated for a while: "Is there only these? The strength is equivalent to three ordinary adults, plus the sword, the strength is equivalent to five people, but without truly mastering the extraordinary power of psychic energy, you can't be considered an extraordinary person!"

　　Psionic mastery is the hallmark of transcendents?

　　 Zheng Yang shrugged and said, "That's not it! What about you, what extraordinary ability do you have?"

　　 I asked this question recklessly, but Zheng Yang didn't care. The other party kept inquiring about his abilities, so why can't he inquire about the other party?

Rich played a trick and put away the pistol, and said with a slight embarrassment: "I use a gun. Strictly speaking, I am not an extraordinary person. However, my gun and bullets have been enchanted by alchemy and have the ability to deal with demons. Evil abilities and professions are related to the mysterious side, so they are considered half extraordinary."

　　 Zheng Yang kept staring at Rich, and intuitively told him that this guy didn't tell the truth either. Besides using enchanted firearms, he must have real extraordinary abilities.

　　 Everyone has reservations, half a catty.

　　 But Zheng Yang was very enthusiastic about the enchanted pistol in Richie's hand. Just now when Rich took the gun, Zheng Yang could see that he was pinned to the sides of the back waist.

　　 Seeing that Rich didn’t intend to take the initiative to introduce the pistol, Zheng Yang asked, “Where can I buy that pistol and bullets?”

　　 Li Qi looked around and said to him: "Your sailing boat is very expensive? I really envy you rich people, you can play whatever you want!"

　　 Zheng Yang's mouth twitched: Damn, if you can find five golden shields from my body and account, you will win!

　　 The words are not speculative, Zheng Yang waved his hand and said, "I don't want to say forget it, you are busy, forgive me not to accompany you!" After speaking, he left Rich at the dock and went back to the boat.

　　 Richie watched Zheng Yang's back disappear into the cabin, and the corners of his mouth rose slightly: Cunning kid, let you show the fox tail sooner or later!

　　…………

　　 The night shrouded English Harbour. The moon was not as round as the previous day, but the city’s lights kept the harbour still bright.

　　 The streets of the port are very lively. In addition to local residents, there are merchants, boat passengers, and sailors from all over the place. Especially boat passengers and sailors, they leave the deck and enjoy a stable and certain happy life on land, in order to get enough adjustment before returning to the sea.

　　This has led to the fact that the streets around the harbor and pier are not much quieter at night than during the day, and even look more prosperous at night than during the day.

　　 There are feasting and refreshing women everywhere, and men drunk everywhere.

　　 In a remote bar far away from the pier, the dancers’ fiery dance drew the guests to revel, and the noises came and went one after another.

　　 However, a deck in the corner seems to be out of touch with the surrounding environment. The noise can't pass into the deck at all, and the people around can't seem to see the existence of this deck. No one's eyes will stay here.

　　 Even if someone approaches here unintentionally, they will subconsciously skip this deck and leave soon.

In the 　　 deck, there are three people talking.

　　 "Desimai's ceremony was successful, but there was another accident."

　　 "Did he hold a spiritual transformation ceremony to himself? I heard that he obtained the Eucharist."

"No, I've found out clearly. He just held a spirit descending ritual to summon a demon into his dog. But that demon mutated on the dog's body and formed a source of pollution. He was infected with a mutated form Rabies virus, which resembles a werewolf in its attack, loses reason and is bloodthirsty and crazy."

"Is it a demonized mutant virus? It should be the Werewolf Eucharist. That's right! Isn't the so-called bloodline determined by genes? The demonized mutant rabies virus changes the genes of normal humans to form a werewolf bloodline, completely It is in line with one of our theoretical foundations for spiritual transformation."

　　 "But this kind of infectious transformation will lose your mind and become uncontrollable after being transformed."

　　 "……"

　　 The deck was noisy and noisy, but inside the deck was extremely quiet, only the voice of conversation went on for a long time.

　　Until the three of them finished talking, one of the middle-aged men wearing glasses dressed up as a gentleman took a cane and paused on the ground, and removed an invisible barrier before the sounds of the bar entered the deck. When people look over, they will no longer subconsciously ignore this place.

　　……

　　 In the middle of the night, the streets of the port became quieter. The girl and the man who struck up negotiated the price and both left, and a drunk man curled up on the bench murmured.

　　The basement of the Special Affairs Bureau, Desimai is still being held here.

　　 Uncontrollable dangerous elements like him, even if they are not immediately destroyed by humanity, will be sent to specific places as research materials, and it is difficult to have a chance to be released again.

　　 A mosquito flew into the special affairs bureau and slowly approached the strong man in black guarding the gate. A buzzing sound with a certain peculiar rhythm came into the ears of the man in black. He gradually relaxed his expression, his eyelids drooped, and his eyes slowly opened the door.

　　 The mosquito left the door and continued to go deep inside. The gates were opened by their respective guards, and the dungeon where Desimah was held became unimpeded...

　　 Before dawn, Loveni was woken up by the phone and hurried back to the Special Affairs Bureau.

　　 Desimai disappeared. The surveillance showed that the guards personally opened a total of five protective doors and let Desimai away. However, the guards didn't even know what happened to them.