My Future Diary Can’t Be Perfect

The Halo Building, the non-existent thirty-third floor.

Since the end of the [Ascension Sun] event, Xun Xi has settled directly on the thirty-third floor. The entire thirty-third floor was also transformed from the main body of the Great Love Without Borders Lunatic Asylum, the Dean's Office. It's just that it's no longer called the Great Love Without Borders Lunatic Asylum.

Xun Xi incorporated it into the Jingwei Division.

As for its main use, it is the training of the extraordinary commissioner of Jingwei Division. Xun Xi adopted the method of training the attending doctor in the original lunatic asylum.

The commissioner enters the nightmare world.

Then, in the nightmare world, he played against the patients of the former insane asylum headed by Yoko Middle School, so as to help the commissioners accumulate experience in fighting the supernatural.

Xun Xi's constraints.

Even if the commissioner dies in the nightmare world, it will only be mentally damaged, and the real body will not die. After exiting, you can rest for a few days and then re-enter.

In fact, when Zhou Zhiyuan once started the Great Love Without Borders Lunatic Asylum, he hoped to use this method to completely solve the supernatural incident step by step, but unfortunately, it turned out that this plan was only a temporary solution. If not, Zhou Zhiyuan would not be crazy.

So Xun Xi just saw it as a training method.

In short, from now on, in addition to monitoring Mingguang City and fighting against foreign enemies, Nightmare City also has the identity of a training base for the Commissioner of Jingwei.

In addition, Xun Xi also found some strange changes in himself.

After the Lotus Village Incident, he had usurped two abilities from Qi Hehua, one of which was naturally the well-known soul copying of the Bishop of the Earth Sect. The other, because it is so common, that even Xun Xi himself rarely uses it, is flame manipulation.

(see Chapter 37 for details)

Originally, this ability is nothing. But recently, Xun Xi discovered that his ability and soul copying had changed.

Originally, these two abilities were distinct.

However, recently, there has been a subtle weakening of both flame manipulation and soul rewriting. The two seem to be fused together with something as a medium, and finally form a brand new supernatural being. And more importantly, this supernatural Xun Xi is no stranger to...

"Snapped!"

In the office on the thirty-third floor, Xun Xi snapped his fingers, and with a light click, he saw a cyan flame instantly ignited at his fingertips.

Memory fire.

One of Zhou Zhiyuan's trump cards can burn the best memories in people's hearts. Under the ultimate release, one can even directly enter the memory of others, then kill the other person's personality in the memory, and finally replace it with one's own personality, thus completing the seizure.

"That old thing..."

Xun Xi looked at the fire of memory at his fingertips, and recalled the last sentence Zhou Zhiyuan left before his death: "I'll leave it to you later...?"

I thought that sentence was only good for people who were about to die.

Absolutely no idea, there is actually something real?

"Thank you!"

"Old Senior!"

Xun Xi sincerely mourned for Zhou Zhiyuan in Heaven for a few seconds. It was such a pity that such a good old man was killed like this.

And at this moment-----

"boom."

The door of the office suddenly opened, and Xun Xi turned back in response, but saw a man wearing a ghost mask and walking with wind walking in lightly, watching this pace, he must be in a very happy mood recently: "Captain, today's Do you want to go for a drink after work?"

"Where are you going?" Xun Xi asked.

"Of course it's Old Biden's house." Wu Mian, who had woken up from a coma, waved his hand and said, "After all, his house is very empty."

That's why old Biden can't beat you.

Otherwise, he'll have to give you a few punches.

"Okay." Xun Xi replied cheerfully while complaining in his heart, and at the same time glanced at the four floor-to-ceiling windows overlooking Mingguang City.

It's been peaceful lately~

The weather is also fine.

Windy and sunny.

Just when Xun Xi had this idea, Wu Mian suddenly clapped his hands as if he had just woken up from a dream, and then the conversation changed: "Oh, by the way, I almost forgot one thing... Captain, over the pedestrian street in Huanyang District. There was a paranormal incident, but it was not very harmful, and it was quickly resolved."

"Spiritual incident... Who solved it?" Xun Xi was stunned when he heard the words.

"That's the point." Wu Mianyi clapped his hands: "The person who solved this supernatural incident was the victim of the incident, a student named Chen Mo."

"That's a good thing."

"After all, we all relied on blood transfusion support from the headquarters of Jingfu City before. Now we have a new supernatural being born in Mingguang City."

in today's context.

The birth of the superhuman is actually like this in many cases. It is selected from the victims in the supernatural events. If you become an extraordinary person, it is one step to the sky. And if you can't become an extraordinary person, you can either escape from ascension by chance, or directly ascend to heaven, there is no second possibility.

"It's been a long time."

Wu Mian seems to be still a little emotional: "After all, the last time we had such a new blood was born, it was you Captain. It's only been about half a year in the blink of an eye."

"Captain, you are too fierce."

"....Oh."

Xun Xi touched his chin, and the shameless sentence "the last new blood like this is still captain you" a little stimulated Xun Xi's sensitive nerves recently.

After all, he hadn't forgotten.

According to Tu Su, it is impossible for a desperate writer to give up, and his most likely action is to choose another protagonist and then turn Xun Xi into a villain. If you are the protagonist, will someone with a similar path to yourself be also the protagonist?

"...Probably not."

Xun Xi thought to himself, "Desperate writers are writers anyway, and if he does a routine twice, he shouldn't have no innovative spirit at all."

"If so."

"Wouldn't he also get a future diary for the new protagonist?"

Thinking of this, Xun Xi immediately looked at Wu Mian and changed the topic: "...So what about Chen Mo?"

"Oh, I brought it here."

Wu Mian said casually: "I asked him if he wanted to join Jingweiji. Although he was a little flustered at the time, he finally agreed."

"It is estimated that he is undergoing mental examination at the Qing Si side."

"What's wrong?"

"...No, it's fine."

Xun Xi's eyes narrowed slightly when he heard the words, and he didn't say anything, but leaned back on the back of the office chair. However, the shadow left by the sunlight shining on him through the floor-to-ceiling windows penetrated into the ground little by little, and finally disappeared, spreading silently towards the floor below the office.

In Mingguang City, every inch of land has a reflection of Nightmare City.

In the past, only the Halo Building was an exception, but now, Xun Xi, who holds the highest authority, will not stop his spirituality even if the enchantment of the Qing priest is.

The whole city is his country.

Xun Xi's consciousness followed the shadow all the way to the floor responsible for the mental examination.

Soon, Xun Xi saw Chen Mo who was chatting with Qing Si in the room. As Wu Mian said, it was a young man who looked immature and had no social experience just by looking at his expression. Xun Xi did not hesitate, and searched him directly, but found no suspicious items.

At least there is no diary-like thing.

Are you suspicious?

"No..." Xun Xi did not dispel her suspicions so quickly, but retracted her nightmare, contacted the library, and transferred the files about Chen Mo.

【Commissioner number: X—004】

[Physical Ability: Normal]

[Supernatural ability: excellent]

[Battlefield Strain: Excellent]

[mental state: under review]

[Resolved Incident: C-072 "Confined Space". 】

[Ability details: A supernatural power that can only be used in a confined space. It has a mortal effect, but it takes time to accumulate. It is powerful but limited. 】

[Level Evaluation: Level 3]

【Code: Undetermined】

"Brother Shen!"

"Um!"

Shen Changqing was walking on the road, and when he met someone he knew, he would say hello or nod to each other.

But no matter who.

Everyone's face has no superfluous expressions, as if they are very indifferent to everything.

to this.

Shen Changqing is used to it.

Because this is the Ministry of Suppression, it is an organization that maintains the stability of Daqin~www.readwn.com~ The main responsibility is to kill monsters and monsters, and of course there are some other side jobs.

It can be said.

In the Demon Suppression Division, everyone had a lot of blood on their hands.

When a person is used to seeing life and death, he will become indifferent to many things.

When he first came to this world, Shen Changqing was a little uncomfortable, but over time he got used to it.

The town magic department is very big.

Those who can stay in the Town Demon Division are all powerful masters, or those who have the potential to become masters.

Shen Changqing belongs to the latter.

Among them, the Demon Suppression Division is divided into two occupations, one is the guardian envoy and the other is the demon slayer.

Anyone who enters the Demon Suppression Division starts from the lowest level of demon slayer.

Then he was promoted step by step, and finally he was expected to become a guardian envoy.

Shen Changqing's predecessor was a trainee slayer in the Demon Suppression Division, and he was also the lowest-ranked slayer.

Has the memory of the predecessor.

He is also very familiar with the environment of the Town Demon Division.

It didn't take too long, Shen Changqing stopped in front of an attic.

Different from other places full of chills in the Demon Suppression Division, the attic here seems to stand out from the crowd, showing a different tranquility in the **** Suppression Demon Division.

At this time, the door to the attic was open, and occasionally people came in and out.

Shen Changqing just hesitated for a moment, then stepped inside.

Enter the attic.

Circumstances have changed in vain.

A burst of ink fragrance mixed with the faint smell of blood rushed towards his face, causing his brows to instinctively wrinkle, but then quickly stretched.

There is almost no way to clean the **** smell on everyone in the Zhen Mosi.