Monster Collector [Unlimited]

Zhao Qing was anxiously waiting for Qiao Meng's return.

For most taskers, they will be automatically teleported to the corner of the hall after completing the mission, while senior unions can open several mission portals in the union resident, and send employees to the union at fixed points.

This is exactly the case with the roadside stall union. Zhao Qing is squatting in front of the task exit, hoping that Qiao Meng will finally listen to his words.

When these two fought, at least one of them was going to die. Obviously, it was unacceptable for Zhao Qing whether it was the veteran of his own trade union or his new friend.

Soon, the mission exit lights up with a teleportation blue light.

Zhao Qing looked up and saw the long knife dragged on the ground at a glance, it was Qiao Meng.

"Brother Qiao, you didn't attack Brother Xie, did you? He should be fine?" Zhao Qing continued to ask, seeing the other person's face and subconsciously shutting down.

After completing the mission, Jomon returned to his original appearance, his hair had a golden color, and his eyes were as blue as the sky filled with haze, it didn't look like he was taking advantage of it at all.

"Cough," Zhao Qing cleared his throat and lowered his voice, "Brother Qiao, are you okay?"

Qiao Meng ignored him, and walked towards the center of the union with a sullen face dragging his knife. The target was obviously the president's office.

"Actually, it's quite normal to lose to others occasionally," Zhao Qing murmured after him, "Our roadside stalls are not popular too, so we can bully the few..."

"No," Qiao Meng heard his meaning and interrupted him, "I am willing to lose to him."

Zhao Qing: Huh?

Could it be that brother Xie has learned to play tricks on people?

When he was shocked, Qiao Meng had already pushed open the door of the president's office.

A faint smell of blood came over his face.

Yan Yao was leaning on the chair, unbuttoning half of his sleeves, revealing his extremely muscular chest and abdomen, while the healer in the trade union was treating the above wound for him, frowning slightly because of the pain.

"What's wrong with you?" Zhao Qing was shocked, he knew that the guild leader had just downloaded the dungeon, "Which guild is attacking our team?"

Generally, when the dungeon is settled, all injuries on the quester will be healed and full health will be restored, unless the wound is caused by another quester using special props.

Yan Yao whispered: "No, it's a special copy."

The special copy, of course, refers to the cemetery copy that can be entered without an invitation letter and has no main task, and is called a meat grinder.

Yan Yao didn't continue to discuss this dungeon, and turned to Qiao Meng: "Little Qiao, you are in a very dangerous situation now, you shouldn't go out and run around. I heard that you also followed Zhao Qing into the Dark Blue Light dungeon?"

Qiao Meng dragged the chair and sat in front of Yan Yao. He casually threw the long knife aside and hit the ground with a bang.

He put his arms around his chest: "I feel good now."

"Also," Qiao Meng stared at Yan Yao without blinking, "I found His Majesty. I was the first to find him."

"President!" The healer gasped, watching helplessly as the president became short of breath, and the scar across his entire chest burst apart in an instant.

Yan Yao quickly suppressed his impulse: "You mean, this newcomer named Xie Changli?"

"He is our Majesty," Qiao Meng propped his hands on the table, leaning forward, extremely resolute, "I recognized it, it's that breath, this is the smell of personal skills King's Landing! My contract with him has reached the highest level, This smell has guided me countless times!"

There was no joy in Yan Yao's eyes, on the contrary, deep sadness surged in his eyes.

"A few years ago, they told me the same when they left. They also recognized many things, speaking habits, acting styles, and even personal skills are exactly the same."

"As vowed as you are, as ecstatic as you are."

"Then, they all died at the hands of His Majesty whom I recognized. Every time I was responsible for collecting the corpses, and every time they died without a whole body."

Chomon was overwhelmed by the deep sadness in his eyes, straightened up, turned his head and stopped looking at him: "I'm different from them, I can recognize it."

"Qiao Meng, Xiao Qiao," Yan Yao sighed, "There are only two of us left in our team."

"Could it be that when His Majesty returns, can you still stand aside?" Qiao Meng was suddenly dazzled by anger, turned his head and shouted, "Did you forget the oath we once made to Your Majesty!"

Yan Yao raised his voice, blood oozed from the freshly wrapped wound: "I never forgot for a moment!"

He didn't care about the deep wound, and strode up to Chomon, "You can be willful, but I can't! Because I promised His Majesty, and I promised His Majesty who left, to protect you!"

Chomon still wanted to refute, but the ground under his feet suddenly sank, and golden chains emerged from his body, firmly restraining his movements and blocking the surge of the wreckage's power on him.

This is the prerogative of the president: the trade union is his domain, and within the domain, he is the rule.

Yan Yao: "Xiao Qiao, you need to calm down, I will arrange for the sleeper to recover your mental value."

The ground closed, and the office returned to silence.

Zhao Qing and the healer, who were watching a big scene, didn't dare to speak, they could only watch Yan Yao sit back on the chair, with tired brows: "Go on."

Zhao Qing still doesn't quite believe that Brother Xie is a trap set by Unlimited Service Company for them, but this kind of high-level decision-making is beyond his control.

So, he said softly: "Then President, I will go down first."

"No hurry," Yan Yao pressed his temples, and handed over a stack of documents on the desktop, "Xie Changli has successfully escaped from the dungeon and obtained an S-level achievement. The mission process has once again been made into a promotional video and played in a loop in the lobby."

Zhao Qing gasped: "It's too dangerous."

Yan Yao agreed: "It is said that he has already received the mission invitation letter of the VIP customer, not only that, but the order camp will not let him go, not to mention, the annual window show is about to begin."

This is also what is in these files.

With the fiasco of the free labor union this time, Xie Changli is firmly in the position of rookie king, and it is very likely that he will be selected directly through this title.

As for the leader of the order camp, Lu Changsheng, the leader of the Tianyan Union, has a great reputation as a super rookie. He was not taken away from the limelight until Xie Changli appeared on the stage, and may even lose this year's window ticket.

Under the related interests, there will inevitably be a war between the two sides.

"Recently, Tianyan has used special props to bind Brother Xie's next dungeon, and at the same time exchange for a specific invitation letter." Zhao Qing was worried.

"So, you are responsible for accidentally leaking the news to Bai Xiaosheng Guild." Yan Yao said lightly, "Also, let Su Mu also enter this dungeon."

Bai Xiaosheng obviously intended to have a good relationship with Brother Xie, and Su Mu's character was upright, and the forces behind him were also extremely powerful, all of which could be Brother Xie's help.

Zhao Qing was not sure what the head of his trade union was thinking for a while.

"Go ahead," Yan Yao leaned back on the chair and crossed his fingers, "Let's observe and observe."

"After all, I still harbor the humblest hope."

real world.

In the least known place, in the warehouse 30 meters below the ground, personnel in special protective clothing transported out iron-black cans one after another and put them into wooden boxes painted with various strange runes.

A mechanical sound sounded: "The inventory is complete, and the delivery is confirmed."

The mailing list was quickly put into a kraft paper bag at the same time as it was printed out, and slid into the tightly sealed archive room through a special passage.

The archivist took out the labeled kraft paper bag from the small channel, turned around and put it into a specific folder.

Impressively written on the folder: top secret

An amnestic has been administered by the archivist with the highest clearance, and only a few broken words are recorded of the contents.

Object Number: 0-0-001

Target grade: S+

Threat Level: Harmless (latest update)

Control Level: Surveillance

Details:

Appeared ■years ago...Amnesia...Friendly...Unbelievable...

■ come up with a bold idea...

……

Next is some old handwritten information, with a lot of pollution effects, the archivist only remembers one sentence——

Who is so lucky to be able to ask God questions in 60s?

He felt that his breathing began to speed up, and the badge with the monitor lit up red. He immediately controlled himself not to think about these things, and pasted the two special marks sent from another channel on the latest status:

Email exchanges are highly confidential.

S-rank task: hide, release.

Xie Changli was slumped in the lazy chair, eyes half closed, wearing headphones, and the voice assistant was truthfully broadcasting the latest emails.

The morning news was broadcast on the projection screen in front of him.

Beside him, Du Ya has regained his human form, wearing a floral apron, holding a small square cloth, while the kitchen behind emits a rich aroma of chocolate, which is the cookies he is making.

"I haven't been back for a long time, and I have to do a big cleaning again." Du Ya turned on the phone, smiled at the young lady's beautiful dancing posture, happily rewarded a few fireworks, and turned to Xie Changli and said, "Brother, put Let the little black ball out!"

Xie Changli glanced at him, and took out a small ink ball from his pocket. This little guy who had completely lost his sanity blinked his big eyes, and lay on the table in a daze.

"From now on, I won't be doing the housework alone!" Du Ya looked up to the sky and laughed, hung the small square cloth on it, and pushed the ugly thing away, "Go and wipe the table!

Little Mo Tuan reacted blankly for a moment, then opened his mouth wide in the next second, and swallowed the whole piece of cloth in one gulp.

Du Ya:!

He instantly turned into a raven and swooped over: "You spit it out!"

Little Mo Tuan showed no sign of weakness, rolled and dodged, and swallowed the broom that Du Ya took out in one gulp.

Du Ya's anger value was maxed, and the scene was once flying like birds and ink.

Xie Changli drank tea leisurely, completely ignoring the disputes around him.

After 10 minutes, the battle is over.

The little ink ball covered in mud was thrown into the washing machine by Du Ya, and he himself began to collect the mess all over the floor, "Brother, look at him, he can't even sweep the floor, unlike me... "

Xie Changli: "But it has no brains."

Du Ya: QAQ

"Do you still love me or not!" Du Ya gritted his teeth, and didn't dare to throw the broom. He could only playfully make a weeping expression, "I'm still not your first containment! I'm going to make a fuss!"

Xie Changli has no emotion: "No love. No. Let's make trouble."

Before Du Ya was pissed to death, the doorbell rang.

The door of the office was half-open, and after hearing Xie Changli say please come in, the assistant immediately dragged a wooden box with various runes in.

"Boss, I received another box of courier for you. It seems to be your collection like last time." The assistant said with a smile as soon as he came in.

"Also," he turned slightly to reveal the person who was behind him who moved half of the boxes for him, "When I brought the express delivery, I happened to meet this handsome guy, who was very enthusiastic to help me move the boxes, and said I just happened to be looking for you."

The person on the other side of the box was blond-haired and blue-eyed, male and female indistinguishable, with an extremely gorgeous appearance, his eyes almost immediately focused on Xie Changli who was sitting by the window.

"Your Majesty..." His voice was very soft, almost crying.

How long had it been since he had seen this face that had haunted his dreams countless times.

"Long time no see." Xie Changli didn't get up, but the breath of ice seemed to be much more relaxed.

Qiao Meng walked quickly in front of Xie Changli in three steps at a time, knelt down on one knee, looked up at his face, at the sunglasses symbolizing blindness, and at the hearing aid next to his ear, speechless for a long time.

It was Du Ya who broke the silence: "Why did you chase me here?"

Qiao Meng sneered: "You can only cook and sweep the floor. You don't deserve him to look at it."

Sparks flew between the two of them.

The assistant showed an awkward yet polite smile, silently dragging the box away, concentrating on arranging the collection.

Because the door was not closed properly, before he came in, he heard the boss's little lover start to talk about whether you love me or not, and he thought he would hear a series of sweet words next.

In the end, the boss's answer was straight steel, and the assistant was secretly praying that the boss would not chase after his wife's crematorium, but the handsome guy he ran into turned out to have a long history with the boss.

Good guy, he looked back at the answer now, this is no straight steel, it is clear that Neptune has no scruples, one more fish in the fish pond is not too many, and one less of you is not a lot.

Thinking about it, he handed the Braille list to the boss, took out his notebook, and recorded the hobbies and personalities of the two lovers for future service. At the same time, he asked, "Is there any courier delivery yet, boss?"

"I'm not sure," Xie Changli replied, and at the same time touched the tentacles that were so sluggish that they closed their eyes, causing the other party to open their eyes immediately and tremble, "But this can be sent back."

"Huh, so it has the function of crying." The assistant grabbed the tentacles and sighed at the suspicious water marks in the corners of his eyes.

Qiao Meng, who could tell at a glance that this was not an ordinary thing, let out a dry cough.

Xie Changli explained: "There are quite a variety of functions, but I just keep it for a friend for a while, and I don't know much about it. Maybe in a few days he will ask me to help him keep some collections for a while. There will be collections."

The assistant let out an oh, lowered his head and continued to tidy up the collection cabinet, and glanced at the news being played on the big screen from time to time.

The morning news has finished talking about the situation at home and abroad, and then turned to the recent important scientific research discovery: "Let's take a look at the Arctic [-]-meter Trench that caused heated discussions some time ago."

"The scientific research project originally code-named Deep Blue Light is under preparation, but the previous few drone explorations failed to find the [-]-meter trench at the designated location."

"Professor X believes that there are many doubts in the record about the trench submitted at the beginning, maybe this is another scam..."

"Our country is calling for the immediate termination of the Deep Blue Light scientific research project..."

The corner of Xie Changli's mouth curled slightly, and after replying to the email, he felt the countdown timer on his arm burn, indicating that the time had come.

He casually got up and walked to the window, just in time to see a thousand origami cranes made of paper falling from the sky, unfolding into a task invitation letter in his hand:

"Dear Mr. Xie Changli:

Reflection Apartment is recruiting apartment administrators (internships), who will be ready to work after one week of training.We see your resume and think you will be the most suitable candidate, please contact us as soon as possible after receiving the message letter.

Reflection Apartments Committee"