The Psychic Resurrection: Riding the Mirage

Numbers of peach blossoms were destroyed by No. 13, but the matter was not over yet, and more peach blossoms came one after another.

No. 13: "Be careful, the previous wave was just a test, and the next situation will be more dangerous."

No. 52 looked grim. He couldn't understand why the peach blossoms suddenly launched a fierce attack on them. The flying peach blossoms were very beautiful, just like the legendary Peach Blossom Spring, but this beauty was full of murderous intent.

No. 52 thought seriously for a while. He felt that he could protect himself, but it would be difficult to fake his death and get away.

Unexpectedly, No. 13 seemed to see through his mind and whispered: "Don't worry, you will get what you want."

No. 52 was stunned, and then he was shocked and looked at No. 13 tremblingly.

No. 13 smiled contemptuously: "Your little tricks, do you really think others can't see it?"

No. 52's cold sweat flowed down his forehead, opened his mouth, and was about to say something but stopped.

No. 13 stopped threatening him and said bluntly: "Don't make that expression, I didn't report you. You can run as much as you want, I can pretend that I didn't see anything, and I can even cover for you."

No. 52 was surprised: "Why do you want to help me?"

No. 13 said bluntly: "You are a pathfinder. No agent dared to leave this terrible organization before. You are the first one. I want to see if the Administration has sanctions after you escape to the outside world. If you succeed, I may become the second escaper."

No. 52's expression changed slightly: "What you mean is that even if I want to terminate the escape plan now, you will force me to escape?"

No. 13 smiled: "Correct."

No. 52 pursed his lips.

At this time, No. 13 raised his head, turned around and looked back at the roof: "Please come out, sir. It's really rude to peep."

No. 52 was startled: "Is there anyone else here?!"

The ceiling, which was originally empty, suddenly flickered a little, like water waves, and then a figure with a face paler than a corpse that had been dead for three days was hanging upside down in the air, with his neck twisted at a weird angle and looking down at the two.

"My hiding ability has always been very good. How did you find me?"

No. 13: "You are observing me. I am extremely sensitive to the action of 'observation'."

No. 52 stared at the face for a while, with doubt in his eyes: "Are you Hu Jiu? How did you get here?"

The organization sent a message before that Hu Jiu had left the city. Why...

Hu Jiu did not explain anything. How should I say that he can actually teleport. He left Ruihe City slowly and leisurely just to show others. It would be best if he could catch a big fish, but if he couldn't catch any fish, he could also confuse the audience.

"Don't be on guard against me. The real enemy that threatens you is outside." Hu Jiu lied calmly.

The moment the voice fell, countless blossoming peach branches poured in from the window. No. 13 looked at Hu Jiu deeply and disappeared in an instant.

No. 52, who saw this scene, turned pale. Among the people present, he was the weakest. No. 13 just said that he would help him escape. When he encountered danger, he ran faster than anyone else.

No. 52 took out a supernatural object, a plastic lotus lamp, like something that was inserted into a low-quality birthday cake in childhood. He touched the switch with his finger, and the gloomy birthday song with a changed tune sang out...