As a coser, I passed through before I finished my makeup

Initial capital get!

I pulled his clothes over my pajamas, honestly I don't want to wear stranger's clothes, it's just the situation.

Even so, never close to the body.

I've pulled enough cash out of his pocket to at least find a motel to bridge these delicate times.

Although my English is stuttering, the motel itself is quite chaotic after all. No ID registration is required, and the boss will not talk too much. I pay and he opens the room, which is enough.

The first thing I did when I arrived at the hotel was to go to the washroom to see how I looked now. As expected, Jing Guangpi was right, but what happened to the half-long hair!

And this line over the head...

I looked at this strange yet familiar line——

No, it won't.

I pressed this line with trembling hands, and as my thoughts moved, the line seemed to become an opening that could be touched, and I pulled it a little harder.

The brain is open ah ah ah ah!

Brains! ! !

Could this be the joint project? !

Can you do something in Yangjian.

As soon as the black line was opened, the upper half of the skull was opened like the shell of a Bluetooth headset.

Inside is something more sanguine.

A complete brain is different from the brain of Naohua. Instead of a mouth, it has a pair of big watery eyes.

It seems that there are still some good-looking eyes, and they are still very familiar.

I realized what I was thinking, my hands shook, and I quickly closed my head.

It's weird, but I want to take another look.

What kind of spiritual pollution is this? Has it already threatened my normal aesthetics?

I propped my forehead with one hand in front of the mirror.

Eh?

How does it feel that the touch is not smooth at all.

He rubbed his forehead with his hands.

It doesn't seem to be a brain issue.

When I looked down, I saw a gun callus on my hand.

This is impossible, although I did wear cosplay makeup, but my body is essentially that of a frail college student, let alone a cocoon, and I even struggled to run 1000 meters in the physical test.

A guess popped into my brain.

No, no, no.

This time, I didn't just wear a brain, did I...?

At the thought of this possibility, I quickly stripped myself to observe.I remember that I had moles on my collarbone and waist.

I looked in the mirror--

Gone, really gone.

And there's an obvious scar on his chest.

It's not my body - I'm finally acknowledging that fact.

So the pair of eyes on the brain flower just now can't be my own eyes, right?

Lose san!

I felt goosebumps all over my body.

No wonder I didn’t have any physical discomfort of fear of heights before, because this is not the body that I am afraid of heights at all.

Wait, that's not right.

I didn't even bring my body, so why did my pajamas follow me?

What kind of Mickey Mouse Clubhouse behavior is this, so smart?

I reached out and touched the material of the pajamas, and it seemed a bit astringent, not as soft as before.

...Jing Guang also wears such clothes? !

After comparing with other body information, I finally confirmed it.

I took a deep breath, is this the high air!

Vomit - a rotten smell, the hygiene of this motel is worrying.

It seems that there is no need to doubt, this is 100% Jing Guang's body, and I was thinking of taking advantage of the loopholes to use the double black script written by the original friend for Sir An, which is a bit difficult to use.

No, no, what should be considered now is which world this is.

In European and American countries, there are elements of robbery and motels, so it can't be an American drama, right?

Criminal Minds I've been rewatching lately?

I don't want to confront the profiler.

Suddenly, I realized something.

Now that I'm already in a mental state, does that mean that I can use brain skills?

I remember that according to the setting in the mantra, Brain Flower should be able to use the ability to host the body, and at the same time read those memories.

I sat upright and got my pose.

Stretch out two fingers on the left and right and put them on the temples.

Read read, read to me quickly.

I crazily suggested to myself that it seemed to have some effect.There was a sense of electric current that obviously rushed from my brain to my limbs, which made my whole body tremble.

But I don't have the energy to pay attention to those details, and the memory like mountains and seas suddenly presses over me.

Not a coherent memory, but a myriad of fragments, I frowned, my demented brain obviously well-adapted to processing large amounts of information at once.

Jingguang's observation ability plus the brain's ability to process information.

I, absolutely!

This time it is positive!

I sorted out these memories a little bit—since I have all the memories, maybe maybe maybe, it’s the occasion of Shinigami elementary school students, right?

I decided to go out and try it out tomorrow.

The method of testing is simple.

First of all, confirm the current time and place, which is far from the last time in Jing Guang's memory.But this is normal, Jing Guang has a wound on his chest, he must have experienced the story point of committing suicide.

Then I went to a thrift store and bought a hat to put on my head, and I also arranged for a mask.

If this is an occasion for a Shinigami elementary school student, this face should not be too ostentatious, even in a foreign country, he should be a little more cautious.

Finally, I went to a speakeasy.

The bar does not pick up customers during the day, but this is different.

When I saw this unpretentious, not like a storefront door at all, I knew I guessed the coordinates correctly.

At this time, an informant in Jingguang's memory.

As an undercover agent dispatched independently by the police, he has a lot of resources in his hands, including some relationship networks, information networks, and of course some privately held informants.

The relationship between these informants and Jing Guang is personal, and they have no direct relationship with the police or organizations.

Of course, most of these independent informants have a cooperative relationship with Jing Guang, not subordinates, and the number is very small.

It's usually a one-way connection.

So even if Jing Guang was suddenly cold, these informants would not know about it at all.

It is normal for them to stay in the same place for many years and not be used for a long time.

Moreover, Jing Guang's exposure and execution happened too quickly back then, and there was no time to spread any more news.

This leads to cheap me.

There is also a small pool of informants available.

I knocked on the door in a specific way, and the boss inside was the familiar face from the memory fragments I extracted.

Looks like it's 100% confirmed.

At least this time travel was not crooked.

After entering, according to the law of Japanese comics, the boss is indeed a person who can speak Japanese, and there is no obstacle to the conversation.

Here, I finally have a way to quickly go to the coordinates of the main line.

I don't want to experience the feeling of language barrier anymore.

There is no passive voice pack for me to load!

"Make me a new identity, and a ticket to Tokyo, everything else is the same." I said in a low voice.

This is not my voice, but Jing Guang's timbre.

"You haven't been here for a long time." The boss didn't ask any questions, just put down the wiped wine glass, and then led me into the inner room, "I don't know where you have been fooling around for the past seven or eight years. "

The inside looks messy, in stark contrast to the packed bar and tables and chairs outside.

"Still pay in the same way?" She pushed away a pile of scattered folders, then sat down and opened a few computers on a pile of books.

I couldn't find a place to sit, but I didn't want to open my mouth to drop B, so I leaned against the closed door and let out a "hmm".

By the way, thank you Almighty Jingguang.

The transactions between him and these informants are of course not free. Besides some exchange items, GM also needs money.

But if such transactions are frequent, it will show its flaws.So his usual practice is to keep accounts - don't get me wrong, it's not the kind of one that keeps accounts and pays at the end of the month like Chuya.

Instead, they prepay a large amount of money in advance, and then deduct it from each transaction. These people will not accept any behavior of IOUs.

Of course, you can also withdraw money, a bit like a bank.

However, if you want to withdraw money instead of consumption, there will be a handling fee of up to 30.00%.

Not everyone has the right to trade like this. The boss had chased after Jing Guang before, although he failed in the end.But there is no righteousness in business, she likes Jing Guang very much.

"How about staying at night?" The boss's fingers were flying on the keyboard, while turning his face towards me and firing electricity at me.

... Sister, I can't bear it.

I concentrated my energy and quickly extracted Jing Guang's response plan. With one hand on the brim of my hat, I smiled in the dark, "You know I'm well behaved."

She shrugged regretfully, "On a mission?"

I didn't reply, it was the default.

She was an old acquaintance with Jing Guang, and immediately turned back when she understood what I meant, without crossing the line, "What name do you want this time, and what is your nationality?"

I wanted to say the word "羂索" for a moment, but I held back.

It's better not to be too underworld, but a little bit more yangshi.

"If you're a Japanese... name - let's call it Futani, Futani Rei."

Do it, do it, do it!

From today onwards, I'm going to take this name, ahahaha!

When someone in Mihua Town calls this name, I will be able to appreciate Sir An's face change.

Isn't it happy!

"OK."

I saw her start another machine next to her, and then searched for something from the drawer, "Do you need a driver's license? It's been a long time. This time it's a free service, how about it?"

"There are not many opportunities to take advantage of you, of course." The joy of whoring for nothing is to be an empty-handed wolf!

The boss dug out a blank driver's license card from a messy drawer, as well as the silver card and mobile phone card I wanted.

Of course, this is blank information.

She inserted the card into the card slot of the machine and began importing information through the computer.

This bucket operation looks very magical.

It's something I don't understand at all.

"Take a picture." She pointed to the machine in the corner concisely.

Photos to be entered into the system...

I suddenly thought of one thing, so I said while walking in front of the machine, "I need two driver cards with the same information, but I need to change my face."

Jing Guang's skin can't be approved all the way, he has to have a fake face, and with a fake face, he has to have an identity information that goes with the fake face.

Of course, just in case, I will try my best to avoid the embarrassment of being investigated.

The boss turned his head and gave me a puzzled look.

Ann, although Jing Guang doesn't have the skill of disguise, I do.

Just a long hair is not enough to hide my identity.

I'm good at doing makeup and changing faces! ?

I probably won't be able to reach the level of Sister Bei, and I don't need any mask, just simple makeup.

Just use it as imitation makeup, I have confidence!

"Boss, can I borrow some of your cosmetics?"

I asked.