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"Why didn't you say that I researched the erythema virus and spread it on purpose to make money?" Simon snorted coldly.

"I did have this speculation." Stellan told him seriously.

Simon's face suddenly turned livid, and Stellan didn't care about Simon's ugly expression and continued: "You discovered and had the erythema virus, and you are making a lot of money because of it, which can easily make people suspicious.

And it’s weird that you researched the antidote to the rash virus before Magic Doctor Max, isn’t it? After all, that’s Magic Doctor Max.

So I was thinking at the time, if you had developed the antidote before the erythema virus broke out, it would explain why you were able to develop the antidote before Magic Doctor Max.

Then I thought of a possibility, that is, the red rash virus was researched by you for the purpose of making money, but it was discovered by the Green Day Sect in the process and used as an attack method. This guess can also be said

Tong, isn't it?"

"Director, are you serious?" Simon frowned.

"I am serious when I talk to you again, and I hope you will answer me seriously." Stellan said seriously.

"Well, I didn't expect you to ask such a boring question."

"Then I will answer you seriously. I can swear on the honor of my grandfather's Silver Knight that before the erythema virus, I did not develop an antidote for the erythema virus." Simon said sternly.

Of course he did not develop the antidote, because the antidote was developed by Sigmund.

Stellan kept staring at Simon, spying on his micro-expressions, but couldn't see anything.

"It's best that way."

"I didn't expect that the director would think like this. This would be very chilling." Simon said calmly.

"The fact that I can say this in front of you means that I value you. Otherwise, I would not say it but do it directly. Trace the patients before the outbreak of the erythema virus and find out the first one who developed the disease.

People, and then conduct an investigation, maybe we can find some clues." Stellan said solemnly.

Simon frowned and felt nervous. He was worried that Sigmund would dig out the people in the ninth round.

Although he made some preparations before the unusual outbreak of the Red Clown Virus, he hypnotized Chikwin, Marshall, and the women who were the first to get sick, making them forget that Simon had recently left with Betty.

Forget what happened.

But Simon is still worried, worried that people from the Ninth Bureau will investigate the original patient and possibly dig out Sigmund. If Sigmund's laboratory is exposed, it will be quite detrimental to Simon.

"You can do whatever you want, maybe you can actually find someone who can research the new virus." Simon said, suppressing his nervousness.

"You still have emotions."

"Nonsense, I can't afford to take so many scapegoats."

"I can make this guess. Do you think others won't make such a guess? Maybe the Security Bureau and the Iron Feather Army are already investigating. Maybe they are the only ones who will invite you to sit down and learn about this matter."

Stellan's words made Simon's heart skip a beat.

"Don't be dissatisfied. This is a process that must be done. As I said before, your suspicion is not small. Such voices have already appeared in the city hall, and some members agree with it, so the only choice is to clear it.

The city hall will reward you for your suspicion," Strand said.

"You can investigate as you like, it's really troublesome." Simon said impatiently.

"Okay, I'm done with my questions."

"Then I'll leave first." Simon stood up and left the office, his face looking extremely ugly.

Damn it, there is such a thing.

"Holy shit, what's going on?" Simon was startled and quickly grabbed his eyeballs out.

As a result, the eyeball seemed to be alive and stuck directly into Simon's palm. Then Simon's palm began to hurt and blood spurted out.

The palm of my hand was cracked, and my eyeballs were drilling through the cracks.

Simon grabbed the eyeball and tried to dig it out, but it seemed that it was growing together with his palm and could not be pulled off.

With just one pull, the flesh on the palm of his hand was pulled, and Simon grimaced in pain.

Simon was a little anxious. This eyeball was too weird and he must not let it get into his body.

He pulled out the dagger from his waist and prepared to chop the eyeball into pieces, but the eyeball took advantage of this momentary gap to get into Simon's palm.

"Fuck." Simon's face changed drastically. He endured the severe pain and opened the wound. The dagger directly stabbed the eyeball. The dagger with magic energy pierced the eyeball, and scarlet blood flowed from the eyeball.

The eyeball is struggling, it is indeed alive.

It's so weird.

Simon turned the dagger and chopped the eyeball into pieces with force. Strong fluctuations of magic energy appeared in the eyeball, and the eyeball actually melted strangely, turning into a pool of gray-white liquid.

Simon quickly turned his hands to spill the melted eyeball liquid, but only blood dripped down, not the gray-white liquid. When he turned his hands again, the gray-white liquid had disappeared.

Simon was shocked, his eyeballs were obviously extremely weird, and he didn't know the details. He was extremely anxious now that such a weird thing had entered his body.

He tried every means to take out the gray-white liquid, but he couldn't find it at all, as if it had disappeared.

"Fuck, this might be bad now." Simon's face was extremely gloomy, and he secretly hated himself for being too greedy.

But the gray liquid that turned into his eyeballs must have merged into his body, and there was nothing he could do. He could only resign himself to fate.

Simon used the magic doctor's emblem to stop the bleeding on the wound on his palm, bandaged it, and left the place quickly.

Then he hurried back to the Ninth Bureau and started searching in the library of the Ninth Bureau to find out what the eyeball was.

Simon now has the authority to view a lot of information, and he found files related to Saxinism.

After looking through each book, I finally found some clues.

Saxinism believes in a god named Xin Bo. God Xin Bo has a third eye between his eyebrows, which is called the spiritual eye.

In the records of Saxinism, God Xinbo’s spiritual eye

"Holy shit, what's going on?" Simon was startled and quickly grabbed his eyeballs out.

As a result, the eyeball seemed to be alive and stuck directly into Simon's palm. Then Simon's palm began to hurt and blood spurted out.

The palm of my hand was cracked, and my eyeballs were drilling through the cracks.

Simon grabbed the eyeball and tried to dig it out, but it seemed that it was growing together with his palm and could not be pulled off.

With just one pull, the flesh on the palm of his hand was pulled, and Simon grimaced in pain.

Simon was a little anxious. This eyeball was too weird and he must not let it get into his body.

He pulled out the dagger from his waist and prepared to chop the eyeball into pieces, but the eyeball took advantage of this momentary gap to get into Simon's palm.
Chapter completed!