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Inside the car, the BSI agent in charge of monitoring silently watched all of this with an expression of indifference.

However, the next second.

Boom!

However, he saw the sturdy figure stretched out his hand and took out a simple-looking shotgun from his clothes, and shot several times at the wall at the entrance of the alley.

Immediately afterwards, under the gazes of two BSI agents nearby, the scene in front of the chaotic alley that was originally piled with debris began to twist violently. In the blink of an eye, a brightly lit bar suddenly appeared there, noisy. Loud noise and music came from the bar.

A burning bone hangs from the neon sign at the entrance of the bar, flashing neon light on and off.

There was a faint smell of burning burning in the air.

Looking at the bar in front of him, the man put away his pistol.

Under the looming neon light, he could vaguely see the cigar in his mouth, and the hideous scar on his face that ran through his left eye.

Wait until the man walks into the bar.

The two BSI agents who were monitoring the car looked at each other as if they had just woken up from a dream.

"Report to headquarters, something happened!"

The BSI agent in the driver's seat stretched out his hand in a panic and grabbed the communication device in the car.

"[BSI-028 Bar] appeared, and a target entered it..."

...

"Any clue?"

Washington, BSI headquarters.

Coming out of the interrogation room, Amanda let out a long sigh of relief, and at the same time asked Angela who was in charge of the investigation.

Joey is the most bizarre interrogation object she has ever encountered. The key is that the other party came to the BSI headquarters voluntarily, not a criminal who was arrested, which also caused many of her interrogation methods to be unable to perform.

"Homeless, with no fixed place to live, and not many useful clues."

Walking out of the room next to the interrogation room, Spike said casually.

"How did you know?"

Hearing his description, Amanda couldn't help but say.

"This is the real life of most despicable fortune-tellers. Although they make money by divination in the future, they cannot change their lives through these futures."

"And the guy in front of him, he has messy hair and wears average clothes. No matter how he looks, he doesn't look like a guy who makes a lot of money through divination."

"I thought fortune-tellers were very good at making money."

Hearing Spike's analysis, Angela, who was at the side, forgot her mission and wondered.

"Uh-huh."

Shaking his finger at Angela, Spike continued.

"Being able to foretell the future does not mean that you can make money. On the contrary, those who can make money are often those who cheat people by tricks, because they don't want to foresee the future, they just need to fabricate a divination result they want. Okay, everyone wants to know their future, but no one wants to face a bad outcome."

"Tell me about your findings, Angela."

The opening interrupted Spike's tirade, and Amanda reminded Angela.

"It can only be found that he used to be one of the gypsy wanderers. He once wandered with a gypsy performance for a while, and then disappeared, until now..."

Angela's report confirmed Spike's inference.

The latter nodded to Amanda.

"So, Joey's purpose in coming to BSI headquarters is really just to remind us of the catastrophe that will happen in the future? Is he really a fortune teller?"

Angela's investigation was of little help in the current situation.

"no doubt."

Back on the sofa in the office and sitting down, Spike shrugged.

"Of course, there are some issues in this that I haven't figured out yet."

"Why is Joey so sure that we can help him in the future, and where did he know about the dark rise?"

In the office, looking at Spike, who was clearly thoughtful, Amanda said.

"Isn't he a fortune-teller? Since the other party can predict the future through fortune-telling, it shouldn't be difficult to know the news of the rise of darkness."

"No, the future foreseen by the fortune-teller has limitations. He may be able to see some fragments of the future, but it is absolutely impossible to get such a specific answer, so someone must have told him the news of the rise of darkness."

Shaking his head, Spike said thoughtfully.

"Boss, there is another situation."

However, at this time.

Detective Zhou who got the news came over, looked at Amanda and said.

"It's news from the bar. The BSI agent in charge of surveillance saw someone entering the bar."

Hearing what Detective Zhou reported, Amanda and Spike had to stop their discussion about Joey and looked up at each other.

...

"Looks like there's no one way to get into the bar."

In front of the alley, I learned from the BSI agent how the other party entered the bar, and the expression on Amanda's face was a bit strange.

The hallucination of the alley is just a means used by [Sai Gong] to prevent ordinary people from entering.

Once you know the exact location of the bar, you can easily enter it.

He casually explained to Amanda who was beside him.

Spike reached out to touch the ring on his hand and snapped his fingers lightly.

Snapped--

Accompanied by a crisp finger snap.

The bar that was originally hidden in the alley resurfaced.

The burning bones on the neon sign hanging at the door were vivid, and at the same time, all kinds of noisy noises came from the bar.

"If you miss the train I\'mon

YouwillknowthatIamgone

Youcanhearthewhistleblow (you can hear it growling)

Ahundredmiles (one hundred miles away)

Ahundredmiles, ahundredmiles (a hundred miles, a hundred miles)”

Following in Spike's footsteps, he stepped into the bar again.

The scene in the bar~www.readwn.com~ seemed to be no different from what she had come to before.

It's still a sad country song, it's still a retro 80's decor, Amanda doesn't understand why a demon like [Sai Gong] has such a soft spot for the 80's, and even the time in the entire bar is frozen. in that special era.

Turning his head to look at Spike, who was looking to the side, his outfit turned into the style of the 80s as expected.

"Guest, please come with me."

However, before Amanda could say anything.

A thin and pale figure appeared at the door of the bar, as if he had expected it and said weakly.

"The boss has been waiting so long."

Seeing this skinny waiter, Amanda and Spike looked at each other.

The latter nodded to him, and then stepped forward.

"If that's the case, then let's lead the way."