When Aluojin appeared near the hotel, Sheng Lingyuan immediately felt that he had been walking around the mysterious underground garage for eight times. He didn't want to be too eye-catching, and in desperation he couldn't care about so much. If the person behind the gloomy sacrifice knew the true identity of the Fire Guardian, the madman Aluojin had to tear the little demon.

Sheng Lingyuan looked up and flicked his sleeves. A large piece of the ceiling of the basement suddenly collapsed. Various alarms roared in unison. He crawled out of the hole and came to the shopping mall hall on the first floor, slapped the glass and broke out of the window.

Who knew that this was not the end. As soon as he got out of the trap, a few strong lights swept towards him. The sirens shouted twice: "Don't move! Raise your hands!"

It turned out that when His Majesty was locked in the basement, Xuan Ji and his team had completed a group of "Bed and Breakfast Demolition", and moved to the south with the "big kite" Aluojin, leaving behind a messy scene... and three people in the aftermath department who were in tears, the temporary worker leaders of the aftermath department were temporarily recruited to the field office.

During the peak tourist season, major security departments in Dongchuan were already nervous. They heard that someone demolished the house in the middle of the night on the B&B street. The crazy "gangster" even entered the house and committed a murder, knocking a tourist out of shock. They were very shocked and immediately sent a police officer. They had just arrived at the crime site, and the police car had not stopped yet, and the underground garage of the hotel next to them exploded.

When the police saw that there were still "agents" who had not run away. They were so brave that they caught them back!

So in this way, Sheng Lingyuan was surrounded by a circle of police cars flashing with red and blue light at the entrance of the large complex in the downtown area.

The person in charge of the operation used the flashlight of his colleague to look at the "accused suspect" and saw that the man was wearing an empty "skirt", which was a bit like a straw rope. He didn't know what kind of performance art it was. He had a "wig" with a strand and his demeanor was quite good.

"Is the suspect... mentally a little problem?" The police comrade said to the person next to him. "It may have carried weapons of destruction after blowing the floor of the mall so big. Come and support it!"

Sheng Lingyuan: "..."

Ping Qianru, Yang Chao and Luo Cuicui hid next to each other, not daring to show up, and didn't know who to contact first.

The Extraordinary Control Bureau is a secret department. They requested the public security department to cooperate and follow the formal process of "top-down" and to show work permits to grassroots police. Not only will they not recognize them, they may also think that they are sick. Their serious department leaders are in "flight mode" and will not be able to count on them for a while.

Luo Cuicui looked at the two precious hairs on her head in danger, and she wanted to cry and took out the phone without tears, called Xiao Zheng, and the phone was answered, and she hung up after the sound was ringing.

On the other side of Xiao Zheng, the sword condensed by white mist pointed tremblingly at one of the field players in the crowd, but before the others could react, the field players shivered violently, their legs softened and knelt on the ground, shouting: "What!"

He finished speaking, pointing to the tip of his sword and moved slightly, and turned to the person next to him. The second fieldman froze for a moment, until the tip of the sword pointed at someone else again, he jumped up in horror: "Something passed through me just now!"

The fieldwork was in an uproar, and there was an invisible ghost in the crowd, using the fieldworkers' bodies as a springboard to play hide-and-seek with the sword condensed from white mist.

On the sword condensed by white mist, the sparks were getting bigger and bigger, and the thunder in the sky was getting closer and closer. Several lightning bolts cut through the night sky one after another, one long and one as if they were about to meet the lightning on the "sword". The fieldmen on the field were terrified to find that they were playing a fatal "drum-beating flower", and I don't know which unlucky guy would be struck by lightning with the invisible enemy.

Xiao Zhengyi gritted his teeth: "Except for the special thunder and lightning, everyone else is about to disperse...uh..."

Before he finished speaking, a cold feeling passed over his body. Xiao Zheng felt as if he had been immersed in cold water, and his head was gone. His seven orifices and facial features seemed to be blocked by something. He could not control his limbs. He might have felt the hairs on his hands standing up collectively, so he was so dying. At this moment, Luo Cuicui, who was suffering from plague, called him!

Xiao Zheng had only had time to greet the ancestors of the aftermath in his heart for the eighteen generations. His whole body was flooded with lightning and his colleagues were surrounded by colleagues. He had no choice but to do his best to collect the energy of lightning and minimize the range of the arc attack. The violent lightning instantly broke through the limbs and bones of the weak mortal body. He had the illusion that the tendons and veins were broken.

And in the bursting thunder, a tragic roar mixed with it, a white shadow was wiped out.

Luo Cuicui didn't know that after a phone call, she chopped off the father of the financial owner who could pay them for the demolition compensation. She couldn't contact Xiao Zheng, so she had to wink at Ping Qianru and Yang Chao in silence, and silently said, "What should I do now?"

Ping Qianru was even more panicked than him, she was afraid of the man with long hair.

Although Director Xuan claimed that this person was just a "sword spirit" and that he could be identified accurately through Feng Shen's perspective. But for some intuition, when Ping Qianru saw the man's appearance, she immediately remembered the scene of killing people and throwing away the body while chatting and laughing. She always felt that this boss was unhappy and would start killing on the spot.

However, to her surprise, Sheng Lingyuan, surrounded by police, did not react violently. He just glanced at the direction where several aftermath clerks were hiding, and then he actually raised his hand in cooperation. Although his movements were not standard, he asked him to raise his hand, but he only raised one for someone.

The police force leader was so angry that he was so crazy that he had just destroyed public property in the middle of the night. He was caught on the spot and dared to mock the police!

"I asked you to raise your hand, who asked you to answer questions in class!"

Ping Qian rolled in cold sweat, and she wanted to rush over to cover the policeman's mouth.

At this moment, Sheng Lingyuan's calm voice suddenly rang in her ears, asking, "What do you usually do when you encounter this situation?"

The sound was like a very thin line. She knew it was flying from a distance, but it was as clear as a phone call, passing through her ears accurately, without any notice.

Ping Qian was shocked.

"Just send a message to the room, don't panic." Sheng Lingyuan said in unfamiliar Mandarin, "You answer in a low voice, I can hear it."

Ping Qianru leaned her head and looked at it. The place where she was hiding was at least fifty meters away from Sheng Lingyuan, and she wanted to cry without tears. She thought to herself that she could only hear it with a radar, right?

But it was already like this. She had no other tricks, and could only treat her as a living horse. She lowered her voice in a whispering voice: "In the past, if someone saw something that he shouldn't have seen, we used 'echo sound' to process it, which is a special sound wave that can quickly modify people's memory."

Sheng Lingyuan looked at several policemen coming up, handcuffed his wrists, and did not resist: "Why not do it?"

"No," Ping Qianru whispered, "Using the 'echo sound' device has high requirements for the environment. You must first evoke the memory of the person through conversation, and then play the audio. The principle of the echo sound is brain resonance, weakening the nerve synapses related to this memory, stimulating the hippocampus, and input the modified memory into it and re-bonding. It is very complicated, because the memory to be modified usually carries a lot of strong emotions. When the person recalls these things, there will be other physiological reactions - the active amygdala, the continuous hyperactivity of the HPA axis, etc. Sometimes, even if a memory is modified, other neural activities of the person cannot be coordinated together. The person will have convulsions and fears of unknown reasons, and if it is not done properly, it will collapse. If you want to deal with it, even the most experienced person has to rework many times... Alas, in fact, after Bi Chun was born, it will be much more convenient to use her special energy, but..."

Sheng Lingyuan: "..."

Who is this little girl? Why is the "dialect" in their hometown so difficult to understand?

Sheng Lingyuan: "To put it simply, what's the difference?"

"There is no time left, and we don't have enough manpower." Ping Qianru said, "Xiao Yang's special ability is easy to 'empathize'. He can't do this at all. He is always taken by the person involved. He has never been on the 'echo machine' before. I am just two brothers and I don't have much experience..."

Sheng Lingyuan interrupted her: "It's okay."

Ping Qianru hurriedly said: "And the echo sound must be released in a closed environment, otherwise the sound wave radiation range will be too large, and any passerby's brain will be resonant, and the operator's spirit will not be able to bear it."

Sheng Lingyuan: "Prepare it, I'll do it."

Ping Qianru thought about it, but she had no other idea, so she had to be obedient. After gritting her teeth, she took out a small round box the size of a palm from her bag and poked it on the ground. The four corners of the small round box immediately stretched out several "tennis" like antennas - when going out, the aftermath department could only bring a simple and convenient "echo machine". This kind of "travel suit" can only be operated within a very limited range, targeting one or two targets. In this way, the mental power amplifier must be used.

Luo Cuicui and Yang Chao looked at each other, Yang Chao: "Qianru, what are you doing?"

Ping Qianru didn't bother to answer and distributed the specially made shielding earplugs to Luo Cuicui and Yang Chao, told them to wear them, then uncovered the lid of the round box and took out a pair of instruments that looked like wireless earphones from it: "I only brought a pair of ten times amplification machines, how can I give them to you?"

Sheng Lingyuan was handcuffed by a policeman and staggered for half a step, but did not mean to lose his temper. His voice and tone were still very calm, and he asked: "Zeng...what is that?"

I don’t know what the amplifier is, and I can’t speak Mandarin. How can such a person operate the echo sound?

Ping Qianru was very desperate: "Simply put, it is a prop that allows your consciousness to dominate within the range of the echo sound."

Sheng Lingyuan: "No need, you can do it."

Ping Qianru said what method to do, it was almost the same to do death. However, just when she was hesitating, she suddenly found that her hands were out of control, as if she reached out to the mouse of the discounted product during "Double Eleven". She opened her eyes in horror, watched as she put on the earplugs and pressed the playback command.

A special sound wave suddenly "wooshed" and rose with the wind, radiating in all directions, quickly covering the entire area.

Sheng Lingyuan didn't understand what "echo sound" is, but he could compare.

If the echo sound is similar to Bi Chunsheng's ability, then he would probably understand how to operate it. The Bi Chunsheng mentioned by Ping Qianru has a bit of bloodline of a "nightmare beast", and his bloodline is quite thin and almost submerged in the body of a mortal. If she hadn't been infatuated with the devil, he wouldn't have been able to smell it.

The real "Nightmare Clan" is very difficult. The masters of the Nightmare Beast Clan can trap a whole elite soldier alone in the dream it made, unable to distinguish between reality and illusion until they are trapped to death. In order to deal with nightmare, the human monks and the witch and human race tried every means to work together to make a "Windproof Stone" - after refining it with a special method, cut it in half, half with it, and the other half handed over to other colleagues in the army. When any of them is trapped in the Nightmare Clan, the other party can sense it through the "Windproof Stone", and use the "Windproof Stone" to keep the people in the formation awake, and work inside and outside to break the formation.

When the windproof stone is aroused, the two people holding the same stone can be happy and sad, which is the same as the "echo sound" that Ping Qianru said.

But this "echo sound" is much more exquisite.

As the audio went together, countless noises suddenly sounded in Sheng Lingyuan's ears. All the sound waves were still active, and some were still asleep.

Ping Qianru opened her eyes wide. She clearly had no "amplifier" connected to her instrument, but the amplifier indicator light was on.

This is... She quickly recalled the principle of the amplifier she learned during the induction training - there is an energy conversion device in the amplifier that can expand the range of influence of the echoing audio. This "Mr. Sword Spirit" has a certain spiritual special ability, and directly uses his special ability to simulate the signal of the echoing audio. He regards himself as an amplifier.

The influence range of the echo sound has expanded by a hundred times... not only, but even more!

This is still possible!

The policeman holding Sheng Lingyuan saw that the person they caught raised his head, and was slightly stunned, then met a pair of eyes that looked like an abyss.

When the police looked at the eyes, their heads buzzed and stayed in place like a loss of soul. The "suspect" smiled at him and said something silently. His wrists shook slightly, and the steel handcuffs slid down from his hands like big bracelets of No. 3.

Everyone heard a dreamy voice saying, "What have you seen just now?"

The voice was filled with powerful bewitching power, like the demon who bewitched the dying people in Faustia. For a moment, those who heard the voice recalled what had just happened.

Sheng Lingyuan pinched his hand gesture, and the silent illusion and echoing sound waves overlapped together and flew out. Countless people were pulled into the illusion. The night was calm, and thousands of disordered emotions were immersed in it, and they were forcibly settled down.

Some consciousnesses who were unwilling to be blinded began to struggle instinctively and returned through the echo. Sheng Lingyuan frowned slightly, and the blood on his face became a little scarce. He accepted it like a calm sea, and then swallowed countless terrified thoughts.

I don’t know how long it took, the resistance became weaker and weaker. The "echo sound" was like a thin line, piercing Sheng Lingyuan’s temple. At the same time, the people around were at first confused and dull, and then their expressions gradually calmed down.

The policeman closest to Sheng Lingyuan was the first to fall head-on. Sheng Lingyuan caught him and leaned him gently against the car next to him. Then, people fell down one after another as if they were infected with a sleepy illness, and finally there was silence in the echo range.

In front of the noisy hotel gate, there was only a man in a robe standing figure.

The aftermaths who blocked their ears were stunned. Sheng Lingyuan waved his hands to them, signaling Ping Qianru to turn off the echo sound. Luo Cuicui stepped on the small box that played the echo sound and pulled the earplug off: "It's awesome! What card is the sword of the director and their family? This function is too powerful!"

As he finished speaking, Sheng Lingyuan shook for a while and barely held the front hood of the car next to him before he could not kneel down.

Yang Chao whined at the same time, squatted down and hugged his head.

Yang Chao's special energy reaction is very weak, and he will only be empathized by an extremely strong feeling, which shows the intensity of the echo backlash.

Ping Qianru hurried forward: "You're fine..."

But before she finished speaking, Sheng Lingyuan's figure had moved ten meters away instantly.

Ping Qianru: "Oh, wait..."

Sheng Lingyuan nodded at her side: "I'm working on other things."

Before the words were dissipated, the person was gone.

Ping Qianru was stunned. She had not been exposed to "non-human" with human-like consciousness in her work. Those things were either powerful or weird, and their IQs were high and low, but without exception, they did not respect the laws of human society very much - some of them could not even understand them at all.

But this "sword" is different. She had a strange feeling, as if he was very familiar with the confidentiality regulations of the Different Control Bureau.

"Is it so spiritual..."

"Stop feeling, hurry up!" Luo Cuicui shouted, "I'll clean up the scene, Xiao Yang, you make up a story for the accident scene, Qianru, you are responsible for handling surveillance and various driving records!"

More than a dozen green ivy vines fell off Luo Cuicui's body, landed and quickly took root, and soon grew into a lush green ivy. Lao Luo gritted his teeth and lifted a policeman who was almost twice his weight. The green ivy quickly tried to come forward to help, but unfortunately, the logistics plant department really couldn't do physical work. The strong police comrade rushed forward unknowingly, pressing Luo Cuicui and a pile of stems and leaves underneath, pressing the fragrance of a plant.

Yang Chao hurried over and rescued Luo Cuicui, who was covered in grass juice with his hands and feet, and dragged and pulled the police and comrades into the car.

Ping Qianru: "Brother Luo, are you okay?"

Luo Cuicui was green and green, with a sticky green ivy hanging around her neck, and she forced a smile: "Where is this? It depends on my ability."
To be continued...