Chen Xian's position in the secret bureau is very special. Compared with most temporary workers, he is definitely a particularly mysterious person.

He doesn't like to be in the limelight, and he doesn't like to show his face at various organizational gatherings in the bureau. Since the day he became a temporary worker, he has been hiding in the deepest behind the scenes. Only when he is on duty, can the people in the secret bureau have the opportunity to contact to him.

Therefore, in the Secret Service, there are not many people who know the true identity of "Different Eaters". After all, the identity information of temporary workers is opaque, and no extra information will be revealed except for the code name.

In the imagination of most people, the "Different Eater" is an old senior in his old age, and it is very likely that he has some kind of ability that penetrates the sky. If not, how could he be registered as a temporary worker? , promoted from junior to senior in just one year?

This kind of rapid promotion speed absolutely needs the blessing of strong personal ability, and this kind of strong personal strength will only appear on those seniors, so there are many good people who are secretly analyzing behind the scenes. Who is the senior of which faction? Is this not planning to escape from the world and practice?

Ninety-nine percent of the people would never have thought that the so-called alien eater... is actually a hairy boy.

Even if they saw Chen Xian with their own eyes, it was impossible to associate him with the codename of the Alien Eater, because the contrast was a bit unacceptable, and no one would believe him at all.

"Why haven't you digested yet..."

At the dinner table in the evening, Chen Xian kept rubbing his stomach, and the expression on his face was a little ugly.

He made a table of dishes as usual today, and he wanted to eat a lot, but he picked up the chopsticks and hadn't eaten a few bites, but found himself a little uncomfortable, and his stomach felt bloated, very like eating accumulated food Undigested, indescribably uncomfortable.

This symptom seems to be related to the "sha" he ate.

From the time he ate the sputum, until this moment, his stomach has not been very comfortable, but the symptoms are not particularly obvious when they are good or bad, so he didn't pay much attention to it before, just thought it was not digested in his stomach. s things.

But now he doesn't feel right.

Is that shit great?

Really great.

But in Chen Xian's career as a temporary worker for so many years, that sha can only be regarded as a medium opponent, and he has never had such a reaction against an opponent that is more than ten times stronger than it, so he is also very puzzled.

What exactly is going on? ?

Why is the stomach that has been beaten all the time suddenly uncomfortable? ?

"Chen Xian, why... belly?" Mu He sat next to Chen Xian, and seeing that he was covering his belly, Mu He couldn't help but ask a few more questions, "Are you... uncomfortable?"

"It's alright, maybe it's because of the food." Chen Xian said, releasing the hand covering his stomach, and silently put a lot of vegetables in the girl's bowl, "You eat more."

Not to mention how good Chen Xian's cooking skills are, judging from the development trend of Mu He's body in the past few days... The dishes he cooks should be delicious and nutritious.

When Mu He first came to the Chen family's old house, her figure was very thin and unhealthy. At first glance, she belonged to the type of long-term malnourished person, but after the food supplements carefully prepared by Chen Xian in the past few days, she was obviously plumper than before. Many, the curves of her body have become more soft and moving, and those thin and withered hands have become fleshy, and the feeling of holding her hand is obviously different from the beginning.

Chen Xian supported his chin with his hand, leaned on the table lazily, and silently watched Mu He eat.

Seeing her eating so deliciously, Chen Xian inevitably felt a sense of accomplishment.

But just when Chen Xian picked up his chopsticks and planned to eat something to fill his stomach, a sudden knock on the door interrupted the rhythm of his meal.

Mu He raised his head and glanced at the door, then looked back at Chen Xian.

"You eat yours." Chen Xian said softly, getting up and walking towards the gate.

Could it be that Fatty Huo didn't give up and came back?

It shouldn't be... Today's rejection should be very straightforward, how could he come again at night?

Chen Xian thought about this, walked to the door, and asked, "Who?"

"Me, your most beloved Lord Ge!" A shameless voice came from outside the door.

Chen Xian was stunned, and hurriedly stepped forward to open the door.

"Master Ge, why are you here??"

Looking at the old liar standing outside the door, Chen Xian's mind was full of question marks.

Today is not a day off, and the Yin market is not on holiday. This old man has always been making money as his mission... Why did he come here instead of opening a shop at this time?

"Look at you, I'll bring you something to eat by the way." The old liar said, crossed the threshold and walked into the yard very familiarly. Seeing Mu He staring at him at the dining table, the old man was very friendly with her. He said hello, "Are you there too, little girl?"

Maybe it was because he had watched cartoons in the old liar's shop, so Mu He had a pretty good impression of the old liar. He was not so vigilant when he looked at him, but instead showed an extremely cute smile.

The old liar is a rare person Chen Xian can trust, so at this time, he did not deliberately let Mu He avoid him, turned around and ran to get a pair of bowls and chopsticks, and ate with him.

At the dinner table, Mu He's eating speed became a little slower. After all, this was the first time that she sat at the same table with someone other than Chen Xian. From time to time, she would look up at the old liar, as if curious. who is he?

"Xiao Chen, you two are living together now?" The old liar took a piece of braised pork and put it in the bowl of Muhe, with a look like he was looking at his grandson's daughter-in-law on his old and withered face, "This girl is really good. , If you can eat and drink, your body will definitely be better, but you have less words... but it suits you well."

Chen Xian was a little restless.

To be precise, he was very restless.

Especially seeing the meaningful eyes of the old liar...

"When did you two get along?" the old liar asked coldly.

"Don't think too much, you're just a friend." Chen Xian's answer was watertight.

The old liar drank two taels of wine in one gulp, and clearly expressed his disbelief.

Chen Xian was thinking about how to divert this depressing topic. Suddenly, his expression changed, as if thinking of something, he hurriedly took out his wallet, and took out a piece of scratch paper with a certain pattern on it.

"Master Ge, have you seen this pattern?" Chen Xian asked cautiously, spreading the paper in front of the old liar.

On this A4 paper, there is a pattern drawn with a black gel pen.

The pattern structure is regular and symmetrical, in a perfect circle, surrounded by many unknown vines, among which seven palms are stacked on each other, as if to symbolize some kind of spirit.

This pattern was the one that appeared in the mental hospital, and it was also the main culprit that frightened Fatty Huo and the others in the first place, so Chen Xian had a very deep memory of it, and he could even easily copy and draw it according to his memory.

During this period of time, Chen Xian also tried to check related information online, but as he guessed, there was no information about this pattern on the Internet at all, and it was very likely that it was completely blocked by the Secret Service.

Ordinary sources of information can no longer be relied on. If you want to find clues about this pattern...or about that mysterious organization, you must find another way.

For example, ask an old liar.

Like him, a well-informed older generation of strangers, maybe he knows the information about this pattern.

"This pattern..." The old liar took the paper and glanced at it, with a hint of solemnity in his eyes, but he still pretended to be thinking seriously but couldn't remember anything, and shook Chen Xian. Shaking his head, "I haven't seen it."

Chen Xian did not doubt the words of the old liar, but felt a little disappointed, and reluctantly put away the paper with the pattern on it.

"What does this pattern mean?" the old liar asked calmly.

"I don't know either." Chen Xian sighed.

"Where did you see this pattern?" asked the old liar again, taking a sip from his glass.

Chen Xian didn't dare to mention the mental hospital. After all, the confidentiality level of that mission was very high. Saying it casually might lead to trouble. Although the old liar can be trusted, it may be a professional principle. Chen Xian didn't want to go against the words that Fatty Huo had promised.

"Forget it, don't talk about that."

Chen Xian smiled and was about to end the topic, but the old liar seemed to suddenly remember something, tickled his chin at Chen Xian, and said meaningfully: "Didn't you rely on the big tree in the Secret Service? Their intelligence network It's not something we can compare, why don't you ask them?"

"This... I also asked." Chen Xian frowned, but he didn't hide this point, "I don't have enough authority, they can't give me any clues about this pattern."

The old liar lit a cigarette, smacked his lips and asked, "Why is the authority insufficient? Are you not a senior temporary worker?"

"It's still not enough." Chen Xian sighed, "Maybe the confidentiality level of this information is very high, and only senior members within them are qualified to know."

"Is this information important to you?" the old liar asked.

Chen Xian thought for a moment, then nodded seriously: "It's very important."

"Then you can just officially join the job." The old liar smiled, "It won't hurt you anyway."

Hearing this, Chen Xian looked at him suspiciously.

"Master Ge, aren't you the lobbyist called by Fatty Huo?"