mirror age

Jamil disguised himself as a servant and sneaked into the mansion of the chief of intelligence.

He first mingled among the servants, and while chatting with several old servants who had been in the mansion for many years, he figured out the layout of the mansion, and basically figured out the positions of several large infrared detectors.It took a few more days to observe and find out the time for the guards to patrol at night.

But what makes him feel strange is that,

This person has never seen a safety device for keeping valuables in this person's house. The military informant only said that the list should not be in the military department. It is speculated that it is in the director's mansion. Now it seems that it is not necessarily true.Of course, it may be hidden in some hidden place in the mansion, and I didn't realize it.

After Jamil's exploration in the past few days, it is estimated that there will be no breakthrough in this mission in a short period of time.

But during the chat, Jamil found out some anecdotes.This intelligence chief likes to keep a mistress at home. A few months ago, a new wife was raised at the house, and that woman brought a small oil bottle to the house.

"But it's strange to say." The old man who chatted well with Jamil touched his chin, "The wife didn't care about the child, so she threw him among the servants. The child usually has sex with us servants. I do the same rough work, and I live in a small single room next to the grocery store, which used to be for the people who look after the grocery store.”

Originally, when Jamil heard that the director had a lover, he was secretly delighted, thinking that maybe the woman could get some words out of her, especially if she had a child. Children are easy to coax and deceive, so they can get some words out of them. But hearing what the old man said, he gave up the idea of ​​finding a breakthrough from the child.

Presumably the woman disliked the child, and was even more worried that the owner of the house would dislike the child because of the child. She probably wanted to seal the child in the wall, so that the child would never be able to see the owner of the house, let alone know anything.

Not noticing that the man was lost in thought, the old man just went on talking to himself: "Hey, to be honest, my wife is too domineering, it's okay to be harsh to us servants, and my own children... as the saying goes, tigers Poisons do not eat children, not all of them are like this."

The director of the Intelligence Bureau is still so indiscreet. If he interacts with women too much, he may get some good or bad things. He is not afraid of getting into some trouble. One day, he will be corroded by women layer by layer and the information will be leaked out.If he had found out about this earlier, the team leader might as well have sent Sylvia from the black market.

"Uncle, where is that child from?"

"My wife is Chinese, so the child doesn't look like a mixed race, he must be a Chinese." The old man said with a sigh, "To be honest, the child looks very good, but he seems to run to the black market from time to time, I don't know What are you doing? I’m afraid I’ve failed my studies.”

black market?Jamil certainly knows the tricks of the black market.

The black market provides illegal clones. Some criminals pay high prices to clone scapegoats, and some people clone their sweethearts privately. On the surface, the brothers in the black market have won huge profits, but secretly, the black market is an important source of income for the Life Support Party.

There is even Xianjiang Pavilion in the black market, where dignitaries like to hang out with singing and dancing girls. Most of the girls there are clones of unknown origin, and they are born with extraordinary beauty.But the life supporters look down on those weak and incompetent kabuki who serve people in Israel the most, and regard them as scum in the clone world.

But Jamil didn't think so. He felt that he was first spotted by the Life Support Party because he met the top card there, Sylvia.Afterwards, Sylvia met him and persuaded him to join the Life Support Party, and he could basically confirm that the women in Jiangxiange were not all intelligence personnel of the Life Support Party.It's just that only the team leader and a few core personnel know.

But after much deliberation, I didn't think what children could do there.

In the staff dormitory at night, Jamil decided to talk to Sylvia.

Encrypted information here will be monitored, and sending messages is easy to attract attention.Although there are recordings and surveillance on the phone, there are many servants, and anyone who doesn't make a call will not be noticed.It should be fine to pay attention to what you say.

"Why, the young master is thinking of me now. What's your order?" The woman's voice sounded low and charming.

"Has a ten-year-old child of yours been there recently?" The man slowed down his tone and adjusted his posture to chat.

"Why? I don't know much about it. How about I ask first and get back to you tomorrow."

"it is good."

The next day the woman replied that there was a child who came to the black market every now and then to sell some jewelry and change some small parts, probably to make some smart toys or something.

jewelry.It must have been stolen.This Jamil is also a veteran in the industry.When I was still a clone of that person, I did a lot of things like this.

So when cleaning that day, Jamil went to find the child, saw him cleaning the room, went to the room to wipe the table, and watched the child from the corner of his eye while working.

Typical oriental appearance, thick tail hair, round and bright eyes, straight nose, looks a bit childish and heroic.

The child wiped the dressing table with one hand, but slowly moved the other hand towards the locked drawer, as if prying it open with something, he opened the drawer a little, and put his hand in quickly. He took out a chain and stuffed it into his coat pocket.

When he turned to the wardrobe on one side, Jamil wiped the mirror frame calmly. He secretly checked the drawer, and the lock of the drawer had been restored, and Jamil noticed that standing here, from the perspective of the camera, the boy happened to be Use your body to block the movement of your hands.

And it seems that it was a thin chain. In a rich family with piles of jewelry, if such a small thing is lost, it will not be found for a while, and it will be impossible to find it later.The kid is really a master.

Later he went to the small single room where the child lived.It is an inconspicuous place, and it is estimated that no one would come here, but Jamil discovered that it is indeed a treasure house.The child seems to have made a lot of gadgets by himself. There are still drawn blueprints on the table. There is a book about mechanical manufacturing on the bed. After being opened, the book is casually thrown on the quilt. The pages of the book are yellow and curled up.

Wanted to buy parts to do this.

The glasses were placed on the shelf, and the material Jamil recognized was on the electronic disguise recognizer. He put it on and looked at the glasses, and he saw his original appearance.Kid, it's really amazing, maybe you really know something.

Jamil, who has no clue about other aspects, decided to start with the child first. Anyway, it is easy to coax a child, and it does not waste his time or delay the collection of other clues.

The next day he went to the market to buy some Tang Hawthorn and distributed them to a few servants in the same class, who happily took them back to their children.Jamil took another pack and went to the kid.

"Children, this is for you. I bought some Tang Hawthorn today. I divided it among the group and left some. Uncle Jia said you like this, so I asked to bring it to you."

"Thank you." The boy's voice has not changed, and his voice is clean, but he doesn't seem to deal with people often, and he seems a little cramped and at a loss at this moment.

The man spoke Chinese with a nice tone, his voice was a bit heavy, and the tone of the tone was slightly raised at the end of the sentence, showing a little tenderness, the boy still felt a little bit of love in the man in front of him who seemed to be less than [-] years old. Kind of fatherly.

But this person, when I tried my eyes in the room once, I saw that he is not what he is now, his appearance and temperament are too outstanding for a servant.He changed his dark blonde hair into a low-key brown-black with electronic disguise, and changed his facial features to be mediocre. The most important thing is that he saw the clone biomarker on the man's wrist that was removed by electronic disguise.

He is a clone, what is he doing here, this person doesn't seem like he just came here to be a servant.

"Child, what's your name?" He actually found out what the child's name was, but he didn't want to appear too thoughtful, so he asked again.

"Xia Zhisen."

"Komori. Is it delicious?" The man smiled softly when he said this, "I go back to the market every few days to sell some household sundries, and the people in our team often ask me to bring some things back. What do you want to eat in the future? Come and tell me, and bring it back for you when you go to the market.”

The boy just lowered his head and ate the sweet hawthorn, and said "thank you" in a low voice.

"Komori." The man's lake-blue eyes narrowed, he said as he pressed his hand on the boy's head, and gently rubbed his hair. "Then I'll go first." The man's voice was soft.

The man's touch of the head can be said to have wiped out Xia Zhisen's little IQ left after being bombed by sugar-coated shells.

The boy looked up at him with some embarrassment, the man's lake blue eyes were calm and gentle, and at the same time, there was also a sense of mystery that was as unpredictable as mist.But it doesn't matter, at least the child thinks that he has no malice towards him in general, no matter what he came to the house for.