Is the Evil God Me?

404 Bleu Street, [Lampman] branch.

The brilliance of gas lamps and electric lamps echo each other. As one of the command points of the Qing Dynasty, it can be said that it is very lively. The flow of people entering and leaving has a busy attitude. There are few people who can stop and talk for a long time. Judging from the level of armed forces, they must have learned their lessons.

Mike is the clerk of the [Lamp Holder].

If it is not for running the scene or frequently passing information back and forth, the security of the clerical position is still guaranteed. Anyway, as an ordinary person who is happy to see the ordinary and enjoy the salary, Mike does not want to be promoted to a full member at all. He was the kind of guy Bill called the kind of guy who'd been swept away by the pile of papers.

What's wrong with killing your mind?

If Mike could hear Bill's words, he would probably retort so indifferently. Ordinary people have climbed to the end after climbing the lower-rank sequence. The cost of being promoted to the middle-rank sequence is enough to make the little nobles feel cold. Besides, Beyonders not only have to perform various dangerous tasks, but they also run the risk of losing control and going mad. With a weekly salary of 1 gold pound, wouldn't it be more fragrant to be able to live in the [Steam City] after more than ten years.

A wonderful life is always accompanied by risks.

Mr. Lynn, who was promoted very fast in 404, was not blown down by a sudden gust of wind. If it were another person, he might not be able to get up again after being blown down.

Mike didn't mean to despise or envy Lynn.

This gentleman with certain working qualifications admires the gentleman who is kind to others. His efforts are obvious to all, and he can take care of everyone in his dealings with others. All of them, except Clark, were convinced by Lynn.

So what's so good about being an Extraordinary? It is not as good as his document, quiet and comfortable.

Mr. Mike stretched out a little tired. He still had a few documents to send. Although the clearing plan formulated above did not disclose the news, he could still guess that it was probably tomorrow.

"Mike, hey, Mike..."

Suddenly, a familiar voice called out the clerk's name in a vague shadow.

"Who?" Mike suddenly became alert and stood within the range illuminated by the lights. He had heard many deadly legends, and the supporting characters in it were killed by traps because they let down their guard.

"It's me, Lynn. I want to ask you."

The figure in the darkness came out. It was indeed Lynn himself. He stood helplessly under the light and turned around towards Mike.

"Mr. Lynn? You're not..."

Mike was stunned, not sure why Lynn appeared at this time. He did not walk towards the little gentleman, but kept a safe distance. In the mysterious and treacherous world, if you are careless and careless, it is normal to die inexplicably. God knows what Lynn is doing.

"Do me a favor, I have a document, you can send it in for me. Remember, only give it to Yefne or Bill, and don't give it to anyone else. I'll wait for your news outside." Lynn checked his pocket watch from time to time. It was almost midnight, and he couldn't help but feel a little anxious.

"This, it's not very compliant, Mr. Lynn." Mike didn't know that Lynn had been reinstated, and this act of carrying items for others was against the regulations in 404.

"Trust me, Mike, if you don't do me this favor, you'll regret it for the rest of your life."

"…"

"The documents inside may involve millions of lives. I don't know if there are other eyeliners in the bureau. I can only trust my own people in our bureau."

Seeing that the document was still hesitant, Lynn could only throw out the final persuasion. If Mike didn't agree, he would have to bite the bullet and go in, but that might give some people a chance to react.

Millions of lives? !

Mike was frightened, and his expression became dignified involuntarily. He asked Lynn to put down the box and back up a little bit, and went over to check it himself. The documents and boxes were all fine, and the more Mike looked at these documents, the more his heart skipped a beat. He also had extraordinary knowledge, and of course he knew what a secret instrument with an area of ​​more than 10 square kilometers meant. The extraordinary pollution at that moment is comparable to the saint showing an incomplete mythical posture.

"You hide for a while, my colleagues and I will try to keep the box from being seen and deliver the box to the leader of Yefni."

"please."

Back in the darkness again, Lynn looked at Mike's back with blue eyes that couldn't hide his anxiety. At this time, Sophia should have been in the carriage, and she was getting farther and farther away from danger according to the route. In this way, there is no need to worry about what to do later.

It also depends on whether [Lantern Master] is determined.

About fifteen minutes after Mike entered, and Lynn was wandering in the dim darkness, kicking his feet from time to time to ease his anxiety, he heard movement.

First, some of the personnel outside appeared to be transferred. Then, during this dazzling personnel change, a clever little girl from the clerical office sneaked over and motioned for Lin En to lower his head and follow. she goes. In this way, Lynn returned to 404 after a lapse of nearly five days, but in a way that concealed it.

As soon as he entered 404, Bishop looked up and lowered his head, pretending not to see anything.

The clever little girl took Lynn to the second floor under cover, and on the second floor, Bill, who was squinting, happened to pass by, pulling Lynn deeper without saying a word.

Soon they came to Yefne's office.

As soon as he entered the door, Lynn saw the female knight lying on the desk, the pen in her hand was swiping rapidly, and she listed the numerical formulas used for calculation row by row. She was verifying whether Lynn's secret instrument node was calculated. Wrong, this is a very unique and extraordinary method of mathematical assistance, which ordinary people do not know.

The atmosphere in the office was extremely depressing at the moment.

Bill was silent after coming in. Although he had always had that frivolous smile on his face, there was no smile at all at this moment. The hands of the wearer's gloves kept tapping repeatedly on his arms.

And Yefni, her smooth forehead was already oozing with cold sweat.

Nearly five minutes passed.

The female knight stopped the pen, and there was no need to calculate any more. This is a mathematical area symmetry problem. You can get the result by multiplying one of the pieces by the corresponding quantity.

"We're sitting on an oversized bomb." Yefne didn't seem to have reacted, her tone was a little unrealistic that she didn't want to admit the truth.

She felt like when she was going out in the early morning, suddenly a giant dragon roared past her eyes, so unreasonable, it made people feel like she was dreaming.

Hearing this, Bill clapped a hand on his face.