The alarm lasted for a long time before it disappeared.

"What's going on?" the commissioner asked unhappily.

"It was a hacker, well, they broke through the firewall... Damn, we shouldn't use these company-level cheap goods!" A technician stood up in fear and apologized. "I don't know what they stole here."

“Is there anything important here we have?”

"The key data files are in a confidential system, and the confidential system is physically disconnected, so they cannot invade. All the hackers can get are videos... but all the videos have been locked in passwords, which means that under normal circumstances, the hackers who invade only get valueless files."

"Can't we build a better firewall?" When the commissioner heard this, although he was still angry on his face, he was no longer as nervous as before.

"Sorry, but... this... was a temporary decision..." The technician looked panicked.

"Forget it," replied the commissioner. He made a gesture and signaled the technician to sit down. "Everyone," he turned the matter to the topic of the meeting. "This matter is classified as a paranormal phenomenon. It was handed down to my hands..."

"If it's just high temperature and low temperature, it won't mean anything." Someone questioned. "If it's a low-temperature liquid spraying device such as liquid nitrogen, then even this kind of frozen cold is not impossible. As for the flame, there's no problem. Some special... flamethrower may have this effect."

"Didn't the Indians have already concluded?"

"But the Indians are not trustworthy. Didn't there be any experts raising this suspicion before? The reason why we didn't find anything in him is that he deliberately used some method to cover up or even disrupt our observation."

This debate didn't last long because the commissioner made a gesture to calm the venue.

"If what the Indians said was true, did he explain why a god was born in this place?" asked the commissioner.

"He doesn't know," replied the reporter. "He said it very clearly. Even in the ancient heritage of wizards, this part of knowledge is taboo. The birth and death of God are areas that humans cannot touch. Forced touch will bring great disasters. Every wizard should know this taboo when he is a beginner. He should not force the mystery of the birth and extinction of the natural spirit. He should not want to cultivate a natural spirit for his own servitude. People should not pursue the knowledge of God, which is one of the greatest taboos of wizards."

“…Anyway, what can we do now?”

"There is only one thing we can do, keep the scene and wait for further detailed analysis."

"The old research data is too incomplete. In the last century, many things were in a hurry. Are there any clues in our research at present? Although there are rare conditions, they still cannot produce any results." The commissioner whispered, "Is there any further news from the group monitoring Mr. Martin?"

"No, just after that day, Mr. Martin, who was originally a street art magician, disappeared." Someone replied. "The group searched the house he rented, but could not find any clues available. The only thing that could be confirmed was that he was ready to leave. His things were clean. They were still trying to find them, but there was no chance."

"Martin may be a 'magicist'...or may not be. But whether it is, we have completely lost his whereabouts... and also lost his whereabouts."

The former is careless for a moment, while the latter is really impossible. The magician is cunning and cruel, and is in that chaotic country. Don’t say you can’t find it, what can you do if you find it? A regiment of foreign garrisons has been destroyed in frontal battles. Do you still expect to rely on those levels, spies or small groups of mercenaries to capture the magician?

Now everyone is sure that these guys on the magic side are actually very dangerous. Unless they can get a stable channel to conduct dialogue, they can only explore and study it themselves. Fortunately... they are not clueless. Although they are struggling to study Indian witchcraft, some other places have made breakthroughs.

"Forget it, let's not talk about this, continue reporting." The commissioner said to the reporter.

"This is the latest key news... A yacht accident occurred in the suburbs of the city, and many people drowned. Here is a list of the dead..."

"Wait," the commissioner has not spoken yet, and someone has raised questions. "Does the sinking of this yacht have anything to do with our work?"

Not to mention a mere yacht, even if the cruise ship sinks, other departments will be troubled.

"Some of the dead who were salvaged on the scene, this one," a photo appeared in the video, which was a fat middle-aged black man with a fierce smile on his face. "He is called 'Bison Bill'. He is one of the most famous gang leader in the neighborhood. According to the clues we have, these two incidents are directly related."

"You mean..." The commissioner finally became interested. "He sent those armed thugs?"

"It should be that. FBI and the police found some clues. Maybe it could not be used as a court certificate in court, but it was more than enough to give it to me. We can think that it was him who sent the armed thugs. But the thugs should have the order to 'searching', and no one left. They didn't know who their real target should be, they just knew to kill everyone in the hotel."

"Funny...and then they searched and killed all the way and encountered that...unknown god?"

"Is it a summon?" someone said in confusion.

Summoning rituals... are a major category of magic that modern people understand. For example, there are countless legendary myths of magicians summoning demons. If we combine the two "thugs launch indiscriminate attacks" and "the yacht sinks, the gangster boss drowns", it seems that it is easy to see the commonality.

"Are some secret party?" the commissioner tapped the table with his fingers. "A group of people who have some secrets gather here. Bison Bill might have coveted something, or just wanted revenge, so he sent the gunman. But the group might have taken the initiative, or had to summon a powerful supernatural being after being attacked."

"Why do we cast our summons in the hotel?" someone asked. "Which place is special?"

"Oh, this aspect can be answered from the information obtained from the church. According to the situation we have mastered, any magic ritual needs a specific time and place, etc. are unreliable. These are all fallacies. In most cases, magic does not require any external conditions and only needs a spellcaster to use it. This is exactly the same as the previous situation of the 'magician'. The magician only suppressed his own strength at the beginning, but was unwilling, not unable. People in the magic world should have some kind of secret precepts, as consensus or unspoken rules. But this precept can be broken."

"That is to say... there is a magician in the hotel. Bison Bill had a conflict with this magician. He may know that the magician has some skills, but he does not understand the real power of the magician... It's very good, so there will be a breakthrough in things... Immediately investigate the list of passengers who checked in the hotel, not only the passengers, but also the hotel staff."

...

Several people sat at the edge of a spacious table and watched the video through the screen in front.

The video is nothing else, it is just released today, about the news about the hotel gunfight incident, and it is a multi-channel news report. Because it was reported by multiple media, some details will be mentioned. For example, this version mentions frozen and flames. Of course, in the eyes of journalists, someone should have used liquid nitrogen and other things.

"Brother Zhang Cheng, do you seem to have not handled everything after the treatment?"

"It was Ao Guang asked." Zhang Cheng replied. He had taken off the magician's suit and was now just a person dressed up. Three people sat in this room that could be called a home theater, and Zhang Cheng sat in the middle of the sofa. The little girl was close to him, her head leaning against his shoulder, while Heidi was obviously separated from him. "He said he hoped to use this to alert the criminals."

"Ha, I'm afraid our Dragon King will be disappointed." The little girl said disdainfully. "This country has been out of salvation long ago. It's rotten from top to bottom. The government was rotten at the beginning."

“Didn’t this country be a democratic government?”

"A pseudo-democratic government: It's just a sentence anyway. I'm right. I won't admit it if I'm wrong, I won't change it if I admit it, and I won't do it if I change it. Even if I'm really wrong, I can only ask you to pay for my mistakes and take more detours; and you can't tell me all the same, otherwise it's your fault. If you make mistakes, I will punish you on behalf of the moon... Do you still expect such a government to turn back into a wrong and correct?" said the little girl.

She was talking a lot, while Heidi lowered her head and didn't dare to say a word.

"Ah, where is Ao Guang?" Zhang Cheng also thought it would be better to change the topic.

"His Majesty the Dragon King is competing with artificial AI next door... But I think he has no chance of defeating AI with Go." The little girl looked sideways. From this angle, she couldn't see Ao Guang in the next room, but she could see a shining golden light filling the room. She could imagine that Ao Guang at this moment had already shrunk himself to the size of an ordinary golden python, and used his front paws to control the mouse, and fought a Go battle with computer AI. Although the plan was to win two games in three games, the first game was not over yet.

"Mary, you actually have a house here..." Heidi was a little surprised.

"Hehe, it's amazing... This is my safe house... I lived in every time I came here to buy things." The little girl replied. "But there is no problem for Brother Zhang Cheng's words..."

Zhang Cheng's passport has long expired (it was only half a year's tourist visa) and there was no record of entry and exit. If the identity is checked, there will be problems. Even the slightly higher-end hotels in the city cannot be accommodated. If you want to have a short rest here, you will need a place to stay.

"Buy something..." Zhang Cheng was a little puzzled.

"Well, it's that party." The little girl blinked and hinted that Zhang Cheng. "It is often held on the forum."

"You bought a lot?" Zhang Cheng now understands why Heidi's investment is so smooth. He has done the same thing as Lao Liu, so he is very clear about how terrible this will have for financial investors.

He attended a local party and knew that a literary bead costs 20,000 yuan. However, as long as he could spend about one million yuan and get fifty literary beads (actually not so much), he could turn it into a possibility in the financial market. He could easily earn tens of millions of millions of wealth.

The whole process is simply a huge deal. If Zhang Cheng was not a master of Lu, he probably would have entered this mode sooner or later. In other words, this is the normal and healthy development direction of time travelers.

"Yes." The little girl replied. "Brother Zhang Cheng, if you are tired, you can rest here."

"Ah, I'm a little tired...but it doesn't matter." There was a full 12-hour time difference between the Republic and the United States, which means that Zhang Cheng has not had a rest for more than 20 hours.

"If you don't dislike it, the room inside can rest." said the little girl.

"No need, I'll go to the toilet. If there is nothing else here, I'll go back soon. After all, a hotel has been booked in the Republic." Zhang Cheng replied. He is different now, and the "dimensional crack" in his hand has a second card. The Wizard relies on cards to show his power. With this card, at least Zhang Cheng has the ability to return to the Republic at any time.

Although this time it was very sudden, the other end of the dimensional crack was next to the Dragon King Temple. However, this had little impact.

"Oh..." After Zhang Cheng left the room, the little girl sighed.

"You're sighing...what's wrong, Mary?" Heidi asked.

"Well, am I not attractive?" She lifted her breasts hard, and looked at Heidi's chest... and then you can tell that there is indeed a difference. It is estimated that it will take at least two or three years to reach Heidi's level... It may take longer to reach his sister. This is the difference between an adult and a young man. No matter how good his talent is, it will take time to develop.

"No. Mary has always been very cute."

"Is this considered comfort? Why did I feel even heavier when you say it?" the little girl replied.

The two of them started talking in a multilingual mix again. Unless they were proficient in five or six languages ​​at the same time, you wouldn't understand and wouldn't be able to speak.

"Why is it heavy...that, you and Zhang Cheng? You didn't say you..."

"Well, what I said is true. We have made a private lifelong decision. But... although it was a pleasure for him to save me this time, I was still a little worried. This seems not to work, and we must have a stronger bond."

"Hey, hey, hey...what do you want to do with him?" Heidi was dumbfounded.

"The bedroom inside is soundproofed, and I want to stay alone with him for a while." The little girl jumped off the sofa. "Well, Heidi, although we are good friends, you have to stay here for a while and not be a light bulb."
Chapter completed!