"Who is outside?" The conversation at the door alarmed Stan inside the house. He ran downstairs. When the person was still upstairs, he said with a bad voice.≯

Hannah and Zas at the door immediately looked at Stan together. When they met Hannah's innocent gaze, Zas shrugged and introduced again, "fib, I want to talk to you about something, sir."

Stan's figure suddenly stopped and then settled down...

"Do you have coffee?" Stan asked, rushing Hannah to the upstairs room, then sat on the sand and rushed Zas.

"No, thank you." Zas still smiled. Although Stan did not say hello at all, he still found a seat to sit opposite Stan.

"That's the best." Stan glared at Zas, "there's no more coffee."

Even when facing F-compulsive, Stan's bad temper still did not restrain himself at all.

"What's the matter with me, sir." He asked first.

Stan no longer remembers anything, and when he faces F, he still has an instinctive panic, not because of the previous events, but because of Hannah's identity.

Just as the information Zas got said, Hannah had nothing to do with him, and she didn't even have an identity proof.

He didn't know what happened to this F-force, but after thinking about it, it could only be related to Hannah.

Sure enough, Zas smiled slightly, and then asked slowly before talking about the matter. I had a question about Mr. Stan, who was that little girl just now."

Stan was shocked, but he still suppressed his panic and asked with a bad expression, "That's important, maybe it's just a child from the neighbor's house."

"Neighbor's house, are you sure?" Zas smiled.

"Of course not. She is my adopted daughter. Are you an idiot?" Stan laughed.

If it were an ordinary person, Stan might have been confused by him. However, after reading Stan's information, he knew that Stan had never adopted any daughter and had no adoption procedures at all.

Zas knew the answer in his heart, but he was still calm on the surface.

"But as far as I know, you don't have any adoption procedures at all," he said.

"Are you investigating me?" Stan immediately stared at Zas fiercely.

"No." Zas smiled and shook his head, "I just happened to see some information."

There are many things that do not comply with the rules and cannot be said on the surface, but there are more things that are unspoken rules. Even if Stan really knows that Zas is investigating him secretly, since the other party is posing such a rogue attitude, Stan really can't do anything to the other party.

Even if you go to the police, this matter will be left alone in the end. It is not a big deal, but the trouble you bring will be endless.

So Stan gritted his teeth, not knowing how to go on, nor knowing what the f-force wanted to do.

"So we all know it all, so let's just say who she is." Zas asked again.

"She is my daughter, adopted." Stan still bit this and refused to let go.

"It will not be good for you to keep pestering like this. Either you tell me who she is, or I will report it to the police station immediately to tell him that someone here is illegally imprisoned. Choose one of two, you can choose it yourself."

"What?!" Two surprised doubts were questioned. The former came from Stan, while the latter came from the child Hannah who had been eavesdropping upstairs. She didn't expect that this guy who claimed to be a f-boy would be so shameless.

Stan glared fiercely, glared Hannah back, and then gritted his teeth and asked, "What the hell do you want? What money? I can give you money, but don't harass me again!"

Stan has a lot of money, he is the author of goosebumps and the best-selling book of that year. None of them can be seen from the fact that he can toss over twenty cities in ten years.

He is not short of money, and he is not even an ordinary rich man.

And Stan could only think that this f-volunt came for money, but he had no choice.

"No." Zas shook his head again. He knew that Stan was very alert and could not ask anything if he asked this, because most people would not believe in the existence of silver tongue. So he said directly, "I'm not for money. I just want to determine the origin of that girl. Did someone read her right? From the storybook."

"Ha?" Stan was stunned, not understanding what Zas was saying.

But Zas felt that Stan was surprised that his inner secret was revealed, so he continued, "It's Silver tongue, or you're the Silver tongue, right?"

"I, I don't know what you are talking about." Stan waved his hand, and then his voice slowly weakened. He stared at Zas, thought for a while before he slowly said, "I don't know what the silver tongue you are talking about, but she was indeed created by me and written by me."

"Ha? Write?" It was Zas's turn to be confused...

When Zas left Stan's house, he felt the trouble was getting bigger and bigger.

Delete the information from the phone and Zas leaned on the back of the driver's seat.

The investigation of Stan's family did not encounter any danger, but it brought a bigger clue to Zas. There are not only people in this world with the special ability of Silver tongue, but there are many others. At least in addition to Silver tongue, there is one more, which is Stan.

The author of Goosebumps R.L. Stan, but who would know that he could turn the story he wrote into reality?

Zas was very glad that Stan's ability only worked for books he typed with a typewriter, and those copies of those publishers were simply ineffective, otherwise the whole world would have been in chaos.

But even so, Zas felt a little overwhelmed.

Because he felt that Stan and Hannah's memories were also eliminated, their memory was missing. Stan only remembered that there was something wrong with the monsters yesterday, but fortunately, it did not cause any major impact. After he took back all the monsters, he held them at home for a day to recreate Hannah.

But in detail, he couldn't remember what monsters came out, how they caught them, and even what they did or thought about yesterday, they only had a vague impression, but they couldn't remember them carefully.

Zas's observation is very keen. It is normal for him to remember what he had eaten. It is normal for him to remember what he had done yesterday. But for an author, it is very abnormal for him to remember what he wrote yesterday.

Zas asked, but Stan couldn't answer, and the result was already obvious.

Moreover, the trouble caused by the monster yesterday was probably not a minor problem at all. Even if the police in the entire state were dispatched, would it be a minor problem? Although Zas knew that those police officers always liked to make big fuss, he also knew that it would be no trivial to make the director of the state police station so panicked.

Although I don't understand why everything has recovered today, Zas only thinks it is related to the figure of the wizard he saw on the videotape.

There was no clue pointing at him, but Zas had only a gut feeling.

He believed in his feelings, which was more useful than clues, and he even found many useful ideas for him.

First there was the dragon, then the silver tongue, and then the wizard. Now there was another Stan. Zas felt that these things were no longer covered by himself, so it was necessary to ask the bureau for help.

Zas never feels that he is a lone hero. He is a real idiot when he puts great resources on his behalf.

What's more, he has no conflicts with his boss, but has a good relationship, and this will not involve any political matters, so there is no need to worry that someone above is embarrassed.

After driving the car again, Zas felt that his vacation was over...

In the office, Berica read the information handed over by Zas with a expressionless face, and then threw it heavily on the table.

"This is the result of you coming back from vacation. It's only three days passed?" Berica asked with an unknown expression.

Zas shrugged, "Well, Hawaii's words... I still find my vacation experience last year, I can give you one."

Berica sneered, and then no longer wanted to pursue it. "You always surprise me," she said.

"You never let me down, either." Zas smiled and then relaxed.

"Tell me, what did you show up?" Berica pointed to the information on the table and signaled Zas to explain the content that was not written on it in detail.

"I left a videotape I found on the scene at that time, and I found some clues...Delaware..." Zasxun briefly retelled the experiences of the past few days to Berica. Thinking of getting support from the bureau, he had to pass Berica's level first.

Berica didn't say anything, listened quietly to Zas's narration, and then she said, "Are you saying there is another wizard who came out of the book... is there a wizard who stayed outside?"

"Yes." Zas nodded, "He erased my memories of him and everything about him."

"What wizard?" asked Bereka, "is the kind of wizard who cooks strange things in a big pot on a broom?"

"I don't know, maybe you have the chance to see it." Zas shrugged, "I've forgotten most of the things, but his magic is very powerful and we can't understand it at all."

"Why didn't I tell me these things right away?" Berica asked again.

"It's just intuition." Zass's answer was irresponsible, but Berica just shook her head and did not pursue it.

Zas is a qualified agent and has completed many tasks excellently. His biggest feature and disadvantage are that he likes to pursue the truth. Of course, Berica does not think that the wizard who came out of the story is not important.

But what can a person do? In such a big world, a world composed of powerful technology.

"I also know the mobilization of police forces around Delaware. What do you think of?" Berica paused for a while, and then asked again.

Zas had no clues. Yi Xiao's magic ruined the matter completely. Most of the judgments were his inferences and speculations. "I suspect that the people in the entire town were hypnotized."

"The whole town." Berry repeated.

"Yes." Zas nodded, "This is not something that is born abroad like Germany, but it is really appearing in the cities of our country. We cannot let go."

Berica took a deep breath and stuffed the information on the table into the crusher next to it. "Do you know why you are the agent with the highest task completion rate in the bureau in five years?" Berica asked, "because you are smart enough."

Zas's brows moved slightly, but his face remained calm. This sounded bad. Bereka sounded like he was told not to worry about this matter anymore, but he couldn't think of any reason to let Bereka stop him.

This does not involve issues between senior management or overseas, but issues that arise within the country. It is exactly what F-force should be responsible for, so Zas could not think of a reason for Berica to stop him.

But unexpectedly, Berica changed the subject in the next sentence and said again, "But do you know why you can only be in these five years."

"Why?" Zas asked according to his thoughts.

"Because we have no task to complete when we are alone." Berica smiled, and she stood up and walked to the safe where the director had the authority to open it. She took out something from it.

It is a bottle of medicine that is only the size of a finger, containing more than a dozen transparent tablets.

Then, in Zas's surprised gaze, she put the thing in front of him.

"What is this?" Zas stared at the medicine on the table. His mind was a little confused. A series of things had already made his brain a little confused. So he could not guess what Director Berica wanted to do when he took out some medicine mysteriously. For a moment, he even doubted whether the director wanted to take too much.

"Go and find him and take this with you." Berica nodded to Zas.

"who?"

"Our special counsel, Brian, Brian Finch." Berica said...

Zas had thought about what kind of person Brian would be, because he had already inquired on the way to come. When Director Berica was an agent, Brian was already a special consultant of F. The tasks he participated in were 100% perfectly executed. He is a legend.

But strangely, Zas had never heard of his name.

It was only after Berica told him that he had the authority to retrieve a few pitiful files in the database, and there were very few information about Brian, not even a photo.
To be continued...