life copy game

He Ao had four redemption stars left when the dungeon was settled last time. He didn't use the character card in the last dungeon, so the four redemption stars were saved, plus the four redemption stars he got during the last dungeon settlement. There are eight exchange stars in total.

Currently, he has five character cards in total, namely Joey's [Original Fire], Vian's [King of the Night], Nell's [Usher], Pate's [Saint], Jess's 【Deep sea glimmer】.

Among them, [King of the Night] was exchanged by He Ao before. Among the remaining character cards, [Primary Fire] and [Deep Sea Shimmer] can be exchanged. [Primary Fire] needs three redemption stars. , [Deep Sea Shimmer] needs five redemption stars.

It seems that He Ao can use these eight exchange stars to exchange the remaining two character cards at the same time, but in actual operation, the character cards cannot be used directly after exchange, and the exchange stars need to be exchanged for usage time.

In other words, if He Ao wants to use it immediately after exchange, eight exchange stars are only enough for He Ao to choose one of the remaining two exchangeable character cards to exchange, and then use the remaining exchange stars after exchange. Redeem usage time.

Of course, He Ao can also choose not to exchange new character cards, and use these exchange stars to exchange the usage time of [King of the Night].

I just don't know if the system has restrictions on using multiple character cards.

While thinking about it, He Ao closed the character card interface.

He has vaguely noticed that the copy this time may not be so easy.

Of course, he has done dungeon missions for so long, and it is not that he has no accumulation.

He Ao raised his head and looked at the sleeping Jia Qian reflected in the rearview mirror.

He didn't wake up Jia Qian immediately, but turned his eyes to No. 60 Jinwutong Street across the street.

This is a small building facing the road. In front of the small building, there is a signboard of the Federal Homeless Charity Aid and Career Support Charity Foundation, as well as an inverted love sign.

The address Eve found is not wrong, the foundation is still here, and there is no relocation or false address.

There is a small glass revolving door on the first floor of the small building. When He Ao first arrived, he was accompanied by several well-dressed people, who looked like people who came to donate.

Almost all charitable organizations in San Jon City are located in the East City, not only because it has the best law and order in San Jon City, but also because there are a few people in San Jon City who have the ability to donate.

The Homeless Aid Foundation does not reject offline donations, which makes it look more like a functioning charity.

After those few donors came out, no one came out of the revolving door of this charitable foundation, and no one went in again.

It seems that it is difficult to wait until someone who may be polluted appears.

"Cassie?"

He Ao looked up at the rearview mirror, and called out softly.

Jia Qian's little eyelashes fluttered, she opened her eyes in a daze, and sat up from the back seat, "Grandpa, are you here?"

"Um,"

He Ao nodded, and he picked up the crutch leaning on the co-pilot, "Grandpa is out to do some errands, the autopilot system of the car will take you to a nearby safe place."

Jia Qian immediately widened her eyes, wanting to say something.

But He Ao raised his hand, motioning for his granddaughter to listen to what he had to say,
"If grandpa encounters something later, he may need emergency response, so Jiaxi, you must ensure that there is no problem with this off-road vehicle, and when grandpa needs to respond, you can ensure that the vehicle arrives at the designated place intact. And you have to practice hard to ensure that you are in the best condition, and if grandpa is weak at that time, Jia Qian needs to protect him."

He turned his head and stared at his granddaughter in the back row, "Can it be done?"

"Ok!"

Cathy nodded sharply.

"come on!"

He Ao stretched out his hand, half-clenched his palm, palm down, and stretched out towards the back row of the off-road vehicle.

"come on!"

Jia Qian also raised her small fist and touched He Ao's fist.

"When you come back, grandpa will buy you ice cream, and just leave the driving to the automatic driving system."

He Ao held the crutches, pushed open the driver's door, and got off the off-road vehicle.

Jia Qian lay on the car window, watching He Ao go away.

The off-road vehicle started slowly and drove to the depths of the street.

Eve would take Cathy to a safer place—at the gate of the nearby FBI branch in San Jon.

Yes, I don't know if it was intentional, but the small building of this charitable foundation is near the branch of the Federal Bureau of Investigation in San Jon.

Standing in front of the constantly turning revolving door, He Ao looked up at the small building.

The decoration of the small building is very simple, and there is no eye-catching or gorgeous decoration on the outer surface, and there is even some dilapidated and old atmosphere.

But different from that old old building, all the glass windows in this building are replaced with dark mirror glass windows. This kind of windows can only see the outside from the inside, but not the inside from the outside.

Covered in the shadow of the adjacent building, these windows appear silent and depressing.

Of course, in the city of San Jon, where the sun cannot be seen, this kind of depression is everywhere.

He Ao lowered his head and walked into the revolving door.

"Hello,"

The lobby on the first floor of this small building is not that big, there are only a few simple seats and a counter.

A young receptionist with a simple dress is sitting behind the counter, her lower body is hidden under the counter, her upper body is wearing a white shirt and a dark purple scarf, at this moment she is looking up at He Ao, "Mr., you are here to handle the donation ?"

He Ao turned on Chao Yi briefly, glanced at the front desk, then pointed to the street sign behind the counter, and said slowly, "I'm going to the bathroom."

Behind the counter to the right is a long corridor. There is a street sign hanging on the corridor. A straight arrow is drawn on the street sign, as well as signs for toilets and elevators.

Signal the bathroom and the elevator to go in along the signboard.

The front desk glanced at He Ao's expensive suit and straight figure, nodded slightly, raised his finger and pointed to the corridor, "The bathroom is along the corridor to the end, on the other side of the elevator."

"OK, thanks."

He Ao nodded, raised his wristband to send a message, and walked along the corridor with his cane.

This corridor is not short, about ten meters long.

But on both sides of the corridor of more than ten meters, there are no doors opened, only two pure white walls.

Although some paintings are hung on these white walls as decoration, this design still looks a bit peculiar.

Usually, in order to facilitate the staff on the first floor to go to work, the corridor from the lobby is usually connected to some offices.

In this purely wall situation, it means that the staff working on the first floor have to walk around the wall before they can see their offices.

If there are staff working on the ground floor.

He Ao stared at the walls on both sides. There were some abstract paintings composed of various color blocks hanging on the walls.

In He Ao's previous memory, he had never seen a similar painting.

However, judging by Wei An's artistic vision, these paintings are of high artistic quality, and it can be clearly seen that some of them are similar to the abstract masters in the history of the Federation, but they are completely different from the masters.

And as He Ao stared at these paintings more deeply, some hazy and chaotic ravings slowly sounded in his mind.

These ravings were extremely slight, if He Ao had not had rich experience in confronting madness, he would not even be aware of the existence of these ravings.

These chaotic whispers echoed in his mind, drawing twisted and undulating lines in his brain.

He Ao walked towards these paintings step by step. He stretched out his hand, stroked the glass on the surface of the frame of the painting that was closest to him and also the largest, and then slowly soaked his spiritual consciousness into it.

Divine consciousness did not bring any energy feedback.

There is nothing wrong with this painting, it does not possess any otherworldly elements.

He Ao raised his head and glanced at the surrounding paintings again. It seemed that it was the patterns formed by these paintings that caused those chaotic ravings.

To some extent, these patterns form something similar to ritual symbols, pointing to an unknown existence that can emit ravings, and become an extension of the power of that unknown existence.

When people with strong souls and high inspiration looked at these paintings, they established a connection with the unknown existence invisibly, thus causing the pollution of the unknown existence to spread and form ravings.

The intensity of these weak ravings is very low, and cannot affect people's spirits in a short period of time.

However, if the affected people often look at these paintings and continue to deepen their connection with the babbling, with the accumulation of contact over time, it will subtly affect the thinking of the people who heard the babbling, and push them step by step to madness.

He Ao looked at the corner of the painting in front of him. Usually, the person who drew these paintings would hide his signature in a certain detail of the painting.

This is one of the anti-theft methods commonly used in the painting industry.

Those who can draw such works that are strongly related to mystery and pollution should also be very close to mystery and pollution.

Soon, he found a string of words made of twisted lines in some twisted patterns in the lower right corner. This word is not like a common name of the Federation. In fact, it is a specific noun.
'listener'

The artist's signature for himself is 'the listener'.

Of course, the listener has a similar meaning in Federal language, 'audience'.

Talent Sequence 9: Audience.

He Ao left the painting in front of him and walked to another painting next to him.

Soon, he saw the same 'signature', that of a 'listener', in the lower right corner of the painting.

Those who draw these paintings call themselves 'listeners'.

"Sir?"

At this moment, a soft cry rang in He Ao's ear, drawing his attention away from these paintings.

He turned his head to look at the source of the voice.

At the moment at the entrance of the corridor, the young receptionist in a white shirt was standing there, looking at He Ao with a smile on his face.

At this moment, He Ao also saw the dress of her lower body.

Different from the simple and tidy upper body, she is wearing a black tight-fitting hip skirt with thin black stockings on the lower body.

A small half of the lace at the top of the thigh-wrapping stockings was covered by the bottom skirt of the hip-wrapping skirt, but it was not completely covered, and the fair skin was faintly visible through the lace.

Strictly speaking, this outfit should not appear on the front desk of a charity organization.

At this moment, the front desk noticed He Ao's eyes looking at her, she continued to say with a smile, "Mr., go straight in the bathroom."

Her smile was unnatural, as if someone had taped the corners of her mouth and pulled them apart abruptly.

"Thank you."

He Ao nodded, turned around and walked towards the depths of the corridor.

There were soft footsteps behind him.

When he turned his head, the receptionist was no longer at the entrance of the corridor.

So he looked away and continued on.

In the deepest part of the corridor is a T-junction. On the left side of the intersection is the bathroom, and on the right side is the elevator. Next to the elevator is a pair of gray iron doors that look like fire exits.

Until the end of the corridor, He Ao did not see the passage leading to other offices on the first floor.

Either there is no office on the first floor, or you have to use another entrance to get to the office on the first floor.

He Ao went to the bathroom first, the bathroom is a normal bathroom.

Then he turned around and walked over to the side of the elevator.

There is a card reader on the console of the elevator. Obviously, you need to swipe your card to use this elevator.

He Ao then turned around and walked to the door of the fire escape.

He slowly stretched out his hand, grabbed the handle of the iron door on the right, and pushed it forward.

As the heavy iron door was slowly pushed open by him without hindrance, a deep and dark stairwell appeared in front of him.

The faint emergency light shone in the stairwell, bringing the two stairs up and down into his field of vision.

These two stairs should lead to the second floor and the underground respectively.

He Ao pushed the iron door a little further, and walked straight into the stairwell.

The platform in the stairwell and the stairs on the upper and lower sides have a thick layer of dust, and it seems that no one has been there for a long time.

boom--

As He Ao completely walked into the stairwell, the heavy iron door closed again with a crisp sound.

He Ao glanced back at the iron gate, then turned his head and looked at the two stairs in front of him.

Both the up and down stairs are filled with a kind of quiet and deep, the difference is that the up stairs can still vaguely see a little light of emergency lights, while there is nothing in the down stairs, it is pitch black.

After a short thought, He Ao walked down the stairs that seemed to lead into the darkness.

And as He Ao went all the way down, the light from the emergency lights around him became dimmer and dimmer until it was completely dark. He Ao could only move forward with the help of the dim light of the miniature flashlight that came with the bracelet.

And in this quiet darkness, accompanied by his footsteps, there was a slight rustling sound, as if something was crawling in the darkness.

The underground building on this level is a bit deep. He Ao turned twice along the stairs and went down a total of three flights of stairs before reaching the fire escape door on the first floor.

Because of the city's sewer system and geology, the underground buildings in San Jon City are not deep, and most of them only have one or two floors.

At this moment, the small building where the charity foundation is located belongs to the kind of building with only one floor underground.

And there is no way further down, this is the bottom of the building.

He Ao raised the miniature flashlight on his bracelet and looked in front of him.

The iron door of the fire exit on the negative floor was not opened, but was wrapped tightly around the door handles on both sides with a thick and large iron chain, and then locked with a large iron lock.

It seems that this floor has been sealed and no one is allowed to enter.

At least not from fire escapes.

He Ao put his hand on the closed door of the two doors, and his spiritual consciousness passed through the gap and entered the door.

Behind the door is a quiet and empty corridor.

"Old sir, some places are not allowed to enter indiscriminately,"

A sharp-pitched voice sounded above He Ao's head.

He Ao raised his head, and the miniature flashlight in his hand also went up, shining on the ceiling directly above him.

On the dusty ceiling, the front desk just seen at the door is attached to the surface of the ceiling in limbs, lying on the ceiling like a spider.

Her head was tilted back, like a folding fan bent 360 degrees, the back of her head rested on her back, watching He Ao from top to bottom, with that stiff smile still on her face,

"Although I have been following you behind you."

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The investigative reporter in the previous chapter was a talent sequence 60, which was a typo and has been corrected.