In the car, the BSI agent in charge of surveillance was silently watching all this with a familiar expression.

However, the next second.

Bang bang!

But the sturdy figure reached out and took out a simple hunting rifle from his clothes, and shot several times in a row at the wall at the entrance of the alley.

Immediately afterwards, under the eyes of two nearby agents, the scene in front of the chaotic alley where the debris was originally piled up began to twist violently. In the blink of an eye, a brightly lit bar suddenly appeared there, and noisy noise and music came from the bar.

A burning bone hung on the neon sign at the door of the bar, flashing neon light.

A pungent burning smell came from the air.

Looking at the bar that appeared in front of him, the man put away his pistol.

Under the vague neon lights, you can vaguely see the cigar on his mouth and the hideous scar on his face that penetrates his left eye.

After the man walked into the bar.

The two BSI agents surveillance in the car looked at each other as if they were waking up from a dream.

"Report to the headquarters, something happened!"

Agent BSI in the driver's seat reached out with panic and grabbed the contact equipment in the car.

"【bsi-028 Bar】 appeared, and there is a goal to enter it..."

...

"What are the clues?"

Washington, BSI Headquarters.

After coming out of the interrogation room, Amanda breathed a sigh of relief and asked Angela, who was in charge of the investigation.

Joey is the strangest object of interrogation she has come into contact with since ancient times. The key is that the other party voluntarily came to BSI headquarters rather than the arrested criminal, which has also led to many of her interrogation methods being unable to be used.

"Unemployed people, no fixed place to live, and there are not many useful clues."

Stepping out of the room next to the interrogation room, Spike said casually.

"How did you know?"

Hearing his description, Amanda couldn't help but say.

"This is the real life of most down-and-out fortune tellers. Although they make money by divining the future, they cannot change their lives through these futures."

"And this guy in front of him had a messy hair and was dressed in a normal manner. No matter how he looked, he didn't look like a guy who made a lot of money through divination."

"I thought fortune tellers were good at making money."

After hearing Spike's analysis, Angela, who was beside her, forgot her mission and said in discomfort.

"Uh-huh."

Sliding his finger out and shook it at Angela, Spike continued.

"Being able to divine the future does not mean that you can make money. On the contrary, the ones who can make money are often those guys who rely on tricks to deceive people, because they don't want to foresee the future, they just need to fabricate the divination result they want. Everyone wants to know their future, but they don't want to face bad results."

"Tell me about your findings, Angela."

He interrupted Spike's long speech, and Amanda reminded Angela.

"It can only be found that he was once one of the gypsy wanderers. He once wandered with a certain gypsy performance for a while, and then disappeared, until now..."

Angela's report confirms Spike's inference.

The latter nodded to Amanda.

"So, Joey's purpose in coming to BSI headquarters is really just to remind us of the disasters that will happen in the future? Is he really a fortune teller?"

Angela's investigation helped little to the situation in front of her.

“No doubt.”

Sit down when she returned to the sofa in the office, Spike shrugged.

"Of course, there are some problems with this that I haven't figured out yet."

"Why is Joey so sure that we can help him in the future, and where did he know about the rise of darkness?"

In the office, looking at the apparently contemplative Spike, Amanda.

"Isn't he a fortune teller? Since the other party can predict the future through divination, it should not be difficult to know the news of the rise of darkness."

"No, the future foreseeable by the fortune teller has limitations. He may be able to see some clips of the future, but it is absolutely impossible to get such a specific answer, so someone must have told him the news of the rise of darkness."

Shaking his head, Spike said in thought.

"Boss, there's something happening again."

However, at this time.

Agent Zhou, who received the news, came over and looked at Amanda and the others and said.

"It's news from the bar. The BSI agent in charge of surveillance saw someone entering the bar."

Upon hearing what Agent Week reported, Amanda and Spike had to stop their discussion about Joey and looked up at each other.

...

"It seems that I don't know one way to enter the bar."

In front of the alley, Amanda learned how the other party entered the bar from Agent Bsi. The expression on Amanda's face was a bit strange.

The hallucination of the alley is just a means used by [Saigong] to prevent ordinary people from entering.

Once you know the specific location of the bar, you can easily enter it.

He casually explained to Amanda next to him.

Spike reached out and touched the ring on his hand, and snapped his fingers gently.

Bang-

Accompanied by a crisp snap of fingers.

The bar that was originally hidden in the alley appeared before my eyes again.

The bones burning on the neon sign hanging at the door were lifelike, and at the same time, all kinds of noisy noises also came from the bar.

“if you miss the train i'm on

you will know that i am gone

You can hear the whistle blow

a hundred miles (leave one hundred miles)

a hundred miles, a hundred miles (one hundred miles, another hundred miles)”

Following Spike's footsteps, he stepped into the bar again.

The scene in the bar seems to be no different from what she has been here before.

It is still a sad country song, and it is still a retro 1980s decoration. Amanda doesn't understand why such a demon god like [Saigong] has such a special love for the 1980s. Even the entire bar is frozen in that special era.

Turning his head to look at Spike on the side, his outfit turned into the style of the 1980s as expected.

"Customer, please come with me."

However, before Amanda could speak up.

A thin and pale figure appeared at the door of the bar, and said weakly as if he had expected it.

"The boss has been waiting for so long."

Seeing this thin waiter, Amanda looked at Spike on the side.

The latter nodded at him and then walked in front of him.

"Since that's the case, then lead the way."
Chapter completed!