Jeffrey stared at the documents on the table with a serious face, sometimes picking up a page and looking at it carefully, sometimes looking at the other end of the room, the interrogation room behind the one-way glass.

In the oppressive and closed interrogation room, a miserable human figure sat on a chair, with his hands tied behind his back.

Norm came back to life. Although his condition was very bad and he only maintained a "alive" state, it was enough for the interrogation.

Next to him was an iron frame with many hanging bottles hanging on it. Infusion needles were buried in his veins. His face was bandaged. His eyes were blurry and his consciousness was somewhere between awake and fuzzy.

"Anything else you want to ask?"

The voice rang from the radio, and there was another person in the interrogation room. He was wearing a dark uniform, standing next to the dying Norm, and his whole person exuded a cold feeling.

"Ivan, please search his consciousness again and dig deeper to see if there is any more information."

Jeffrey spoke into the microphone, his voice echoing in the interrogation room.

Ivan looked at the one-way glass, nodded, and raised his hand.

There were faint lines on the clean palm, and the light was reflected in Noam's eyes, like the approaching death.

Norm suddenly woke up and whimpered in horror, but he couldn't pronounce complete syllables. He struggled violently, but nothing could be changed.

Pressing his palm on Noam's forehead, he could clearly see the shimmering texture spreading, as if it had life, extending from his palm to Noam's body, engraved all over his forehead.

After a brief period of calm, Norm's body trembled violently, as if he was being shocked by electricity. His eyes fell into a gray whirlpool, and he clenched his fists in pain. His nails dug deeply into his flesh, and blood dripped slowly.

A spiritual storm arose in his mind. The seriously injured Norm was unable to resist. He could only be cut open layer by layer, allowing others to dig out the darkness hidden deep in his heart.

Jeffrey watched coldly. After about a minute, Norm's body gradually calmed down. He tilted his head and passed out completely. Drool dripped from the corners of his mouth, like a demented patient.

"No, it seems that this is all he knows."

Ivan said, taking back his hand and putting on his dark leather gloves.

"Well, I understand."

Jeffrey replied, lost in thought.

At this time, Ivan walked out of the interrogation room and stood at the door. Jeffrey thanked him.

"Thank you, Ivan, I'm sorry to trouble you this time."

"It's nothing, it's just a little effort. Anyway, the Crow's Nest has not been very busy recently." Ivan said and walked over and sat aside.

Ivan looked at Norm behind the one-way glass and mentioned casually.

"'Human-loving', I have an impression of this group, why are they also on the agenda?" Ivan was confused, "I remember, isn't the top priority of the Field Service Department now to suppress 'them'?"

At the mention of "them", disgust appeared on Ivan's stern face.

"It's just a small episode, it has nothing to do with the work of the field department...at least it has nothing to do with it now."

Jeffrey thought for a while. The special operations team was still under construction and had not been officially listed in the order. It was put into the work of the field department. It seemed that there was no problem in saying so.

Jeffrey then praised Ivan.

"It's really a good 'secret energy'. The 'secret energy' of your 'Void Spirit School' is always so useful."

Ivan didn't pay attention to Jeffrey's words of praise. As the "Iron Whistle" of the "Crow's Nest", he was very keen and could accurately observe the changes in others, which was very useful when interrogating the enemy.

"What happened?" Ivan asked directly.

Jeffrey's eyes were a little dodged, and he glanced across the table unintentionally. Just as he was about to say something to explain, Ivan looked directly at the table.

The information obtained from Norm was placed on it, and there seemed to be something hidden among the scattered papers.

"Jeffrey."

Ivan did not take it, but asked Jeffrey. His keen sense was very suitable for hurting the enemy, but he did not want to do this to his friends.

"Oh, forget it, just take a look."

Regarding this old friend, Jeffrey knew that the concealment was only temporary, and waved his hand, indicating to Ivan that he could do whatever he wanted.

Pulling open the paper covering it, there was a document underneath, and Ivan read the information on it.

"Accepted by Rebius Lovisa, starting today..."

After reading the document, Ivan put it down, looked at Jeffrey with a wry smile, and asked expressionlessly.

"You were appointed as a member of the Special Operations Group?"

"To be precise, I am the specialist responsible for contacting the Special Operations Group and the Logistics Department. But if you treat me as a member of the Special Operations Group, there is no problem. After all, Lebius has sent me the badge."

As he spoke, Jeffrey threw out a badge, which was the badge of "Rupert's Tail".

"Lebius knows you don't want to return to the front line." Ivan's tone is always so cold. I don't know if he is talking normally or complaining about Lebius.

"He said I don't have to go back to the front line, I'm just responsible for logistics, handling all the troubles, and being a nanny... But who can say for sure about this kind of thing, maybe one day in the future, we will have logistics staff again

It’s also a situation where we have to go to the battlefield.”

Jeffrey sighed.

"My old muscles have been inactive for so long that I almost forgot how to activate the 'secret power'."

"Why would he do this? I remember that Lebius respects your choice." Ivan said.

"I don't know, but I heard from Uriel that Lebius received a letter from the deputy director. She didn't know what was in it. After that, Lebius disappeared. When she found Lebius

At that time, he locked himself in the room and never came out."

Jeffrey picked up the badge and played with it in his hands.

"It wasn't until yesterday morning that he came out, gloomy and silent. Then the appointment document was sent to me. I went to ask him...Wow, his face looked terrible and scary."

Recalling Lebius's face, Jeffrey said calmly.

"I haven't seen Lebius like that for a long time. He looked just like... just like seven years ago."

Ivan's body trembled slightly.

"Lebius didn't explain anything, he just said that he needed me," Jeffrey shook his head helplessly and looked at Ivan with a wry smile, "What other reason do you think I have to refuse? Lebius is like this.

said."

"Yeah, even Lebius started to 'ask for help'. I really don't know what happened to him." Ivan murmured to himself.

"Be careful. Lebius is accelerating the establishment of the special operations team. I heard from Uriel that he also applied to the 'decision-making room' and transferred people from your 'crow's nest'. Maybe that unlucky guy is

is you."

Jeffrey looked at Ivan and laughed. Ivan still looked indifferent and couldn't tell what was funny about it.

Ivan Klekes, dressed in a pitch-black uniform, has no memorable features except for his black leather gloves. On the back of the gloves is a crow with an iron whistle in its mouth. This is "crow".

Nest" sign.

Crow's Nest, the code name for the "Intelligence Department" of the Bureau of Order, is responsible for infiltration, intelligence collection and other work. The employees who serve are called "Iron Whistle". The entire department is under Level 2 confidentiality authority and is not open to Level 1 staff.

Suddenly the door was pushed open. The two of them looked at the door and saw Yas walking from behind the door and said immediately.

"According to what you said, Jeffrey, I went to investigate the 'Kini Theater'. I looked around and found nothing unusual, and there was no rancid smell of demons."

Looking at Yas, Ivan was slightly surprised, then turned to Jeffrey, "In order to be 'loving people', you even called Yas?"

"He owes me some money, I just asked him to run an errand." Jeffrey raised his eyebrows.

Yas saw Ivan, and then looked at Norm, who didn't know whether he was alive or dead behind the one-way glass. He probably understood where Jeffrey's information came from.

"Is Bologg so worth your trouble?"

Yas didn't understand. He could just leave this case to Bologg himself, so why bother them.

"Bologo is a good tool, but this tool cannot be used casually. If I let him interrogate, Norm will be beaten to death by him and let him investigate the scene. Once traces of the devil are discovered, he is the kind of person who will

People who started killing people on the spot," Jeffrey said, "That's an agreement area, and you don't want to bother the logistics department with a large-scale memory cleansing, right?"

Jeffrey sighed, it was easy to talk about other things, but this case involved Boluogo's road of revenge, who knows what he would do.

"That's not a good enough reason. Jeffrey, you were transferred to the logistics department and no longer involved in these crazy things. Now you come back on your own initiative. This is not reasonable."

Ivan, who was engaged in intelligence work, clearly felt something was unusual.

"Look at this."

He was not surprised when Ivan saw through it. As he spoke, Jeffrey took out a potion and placed it quietly on the table. There was no interference from the outside, but the liquid in the potion was rolling autonomously.

"This was seized from Nomu, along with many Philosopher's Stones. I asked someone to analyze it. The composition of this potion contains the condensed soul... This is a flowing Philosopher's Stone."

Jeffrey stared closely at the dark red potion, and other people's eyes also fell on it.

"According to the people at 'Sublimation Furnace Core', this potion can not only suppress mania, but according to analysis, it also has a certain strengthening ability... No, this is a strengthening potion, and suppressing mania is just incidental."

"Strengthen?" Yas wondered.

"The 'soul' determines the 'body'. A full soul is enough to increase our 'secret power', but this violates the 'ethical regulations'. The philosopher's stones we use today are all 'silver souls' extracted from animals and plants.

', the intensity is far less than this 'golden soul' condensed from human beings."

The more he thought about it, the more uneasy he felt.

"Such an expensive thing is sold to demons in exchange for money? Do those poor ghosts who have lost their souls have so much money? What's more, with this thing, is money still important?" He laughed.

Ivan realized something and picked up Nomu's information on the table.
To be continued...