"They're not lying. As long as you suppress them, they can take you in, but you will die." Qiong sneered.

Fan Ning's pupils contracted.

"Do you remember that I just reminded you that when 'outlining the painting', you must be aloof, just emphasize the sense of grasp, and never really pull it into the body, otherwise your spirituality will not be able to bear it and collapse. This is what they say

The so-called suppression and the method I taught you are two different degrees and two natures!"

Fan Ning nodded to show his understanding.

Then a look of surprise suddenly appeared in his eyes, and he looked up into the sky.

What happened?

There was an indescribable revelation in spirituality just now, and it seemed that a feat that had a great bearing on me had been kicked off!

Could it be...

"Caron, what are you thinking about?" Joan saw Fan Ning looking up to the sky and being distracted, and suddenly there was a strong sense of anxiety in her heart, "You are not allowed to mess around! The problem of the birth of the 'Split Chrysalis' will

You have to think of a way, and if the pollution breaks out, it will not only be a matter for the Turner Art Hall, but also the Special Patrol Department themselves. If you mess around, someone will hate you forever!"

The board is getting closer and closer to the innermost restaurant guarded by the Special Patrol Office.

"Did you hear me?"

"Is Sheeran okay?" Fan Ning finally came to his senses and asked nonchalantly.

"She..." The girl next to her was startled when she heard the words. She remembered the scene when they parted in the early morning and was about to speak——

"Forget it, I don't want to know." Fan Ning pressed his cheeks with both hands.

When he spoke again, his voice returned to a calm tone: "It's okay, I act appropriately."

Qiong's expression was a little complicated, but she felt relieved.

Her body gradually returned to the shape of purple flowing lines.

After dozens of breaths, the two of them floated back to the room in front of the attic. Everything here was the same as before, including people and objects. The only difference was the floor-to-ceiling glass window.

It was wrapped in a rich and sweet spiritual aura, and the invisible well was also transferred to it.

"Think about the stakes, Commander Fan Ning?" Inspector Owen sat on the dining chair, with his feet on the table and playing with the strange-looking firearm in his hand.

The broken stone door of the attic was still oozing mucus, but it was held up by the flickering purple door leaf and did not disintegrate for a while.

The three investigators stood ready, and He Meng was quietly suspended in the corner, staring at him.

Fan Ning spoke, concisely and concisely:

"I'll take action, you can take care of me, then I'll solve the problem, call it a day and go back, okay?"
Chapter completed!