Minutes later, Beatrix followed Cid on the passenger plane back to the ground.

This flight, Beatrix thought, was the equivalent of a shuttle that, to the point of departure, would take the people on the aircraft carrier back to the designated ground base.

This made him feel even more painful for the establishment of the agency on the part of the astronauts, and it was not convenient to walk on the ground.

However, Cid also told him that most of the staff on the aircraft carrier are here permanently, nor do they often leave the ship. If a Spy has an urgent mission, it will also be arranged, no need to wait for the bus.

Beatrix is the reporting procedure that needs to be practiced on the carrier this time, and will not be needed here often in the future.

Upon arrival at the ground base, the off-road vehicle that the Royal Army had applied for was put into place. The two drivers left the base, one way toward the City.

Before getting into the car, he didn't sit for long, next to Cid lit a cigarette. He opened the car window, leaned back in the seat, swallowed the air and hummed a song.

He tried again handing Beatrix a cigarette: "Smoke one?"

"Will not." Beatrix shook her head.

Beatrix doesn't smoke, doesn't use alcohol, doesn't have headaches, is a good young man, except for staying up at night and sometimes dealing with physiology, has no toxic hobbies. Even the sales guy downstairs said he was very healthy.

"People say smoking is bad for your health." Cid said while not paying attention, took a full breath, blew the smoke ring out the window, smiled and continued, "But it's okay chief.

If I've learned anything in the last half of my life, I think the most important thing is to have fun.

You never know tomorrow and when the accident will come first, so better today to play. "

"The money is still there, the person is gone." Beatrix said.

"Ha Ha, this sentence sums it up very well." Cid agreed.

"Not the word profound, but fact."

"What?" "

"Oh, nothing." Beatrix changed the subject, "I mean, where do we want to go this time?"

"Find a person's information." We have located a possible source of impulsive infection, and now we are coming."

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"What is the source of impulsivity?" Beatrix didn't understand and asked.

"That's right, you don't even know the source of the infection." Cid now remembers, "Well then, let's just tell you. The source of the infection is divided into several layers.

For example, the source of disease transmission on the media. This origin is usually an object, it can be a pen, it can be a cigarette, it can be a sculpture, it can be a portrait, it can be anything. Such media can infect nearby exposed targets, but not other targets by an already sick target. "

Beatrix remembered the sculpture in the Klein building's conference room.

"Another example that we're dealing with this time, must be an emotional source of infection." Cid continued, "The source of this infection is usually an organism.

The reason for this is called the normal state of the sources of infection which cannot infect other individuals. Only when their mood swings more and negative emotions are higher can it infect targets around them, and the intensity of the infectivity is also related to negative emotions. "

Beatrix remembered the couple who had quarreled in the previous school.

"So like my school?" When they quarrel, negative emotions skyrocket, infecting those around them."

"It's not wrong." Cid said, "But that time the school was just a small matter, the level of infection was not very strong, it was also very low, it can be recovered very quickly, yes, here it is."

He showed a serious expression.

"Like students with a low level of infection, it can go back to normal easily. But once more than 50% has not been saved." And once more than 80%, unless we are special apart, and the person's consciousness is dead," Cid said.

More than 80% of those infected are no longer humans, but something else. Be sure to keep this in mind at all times, don't treat them like humans, this is a bloody lesson. "

Beatrix smelled the story. He speculated that the "bloody lesson" might have happened, but Cid had no intention of telling it.

"Let's first look at the target we want to find this time."

With that, he took a photograph from his pocket and handed it to Beatrix. Beatrix took the look, good man, with short hair, round head and round brain, under a tight T-shirt showing a beer belly, with a large gold chain, almost without the word "Boss" written on it.

Beatrix heard that in the past, the chaotic society wore gold necklaces because they could one day sell for a high price, and then gradually developed into normalcy. However, looking at the picture, this necklace is all beautiful, probably not selling much.

"Anchors, a member of a local faction. This guy's faction is constantly killing several people. So, this trip we will find out information.

If they really have high infection, then we will deal with it. "

"What if it's not? Beatrix asked.

"Isn't it? Of course it's none of our business," Cid said naturally.

Beatrix thought, apparently. The organization they built in the name of internal affairs belongs to the madhouse in nature, as long as they are crazy, no one cares.

This model makes him think of the famous tax agency in the government world.

Killing? It's okay to apologize, sir.

Not paying taxes?

You're done. Even the Lord who comes today cannot protect you, he said.

"Unless in the course of the investigation we encounter clues and evidence related to some big murder case, moreover only we know," added Cid.

"Oh? Are we going to break the investigation rules in this situation?"

"No."Cid smoked a cigarette, "We'll call the police."

Beatrix: "."

Sounds reasonable.

About half an hour's drive, Cid parked across from a bar.

Beatrix looked up from the window of the car, on which hung a neon sign that read in large letters "Big Night Bar", in which there were some doubtful strokes because the electricity was not good or off.

"Right here?" Beatrix asked.

"Definitely. This is one of their nests, based on this intelligence the Anchors are all here.

Cid unbuckles his seat belt and gets out of the car, but prevents Beatrix from getting off.

"You can stay and wait for me." He said, "I went to ask them amicably and will be back soon."

He emphasized the two words "friendly". Beatrix seemed to understand something, so she didn't say anything, just nodded and obediently stayed in the car.

He sat in the car, watched the Agent light another cigarette in his mouth, and then walked across the street to the bar opposite.

Beatrix sat bored for a few minutes, and soon heard a pitiful cry from the bar opposite. The level of horror of the other voice reminded one of the pitiful screams when Tom's cat was clamped on the door or blown up by firecrackers.

Right after that was the sound of fighting, heavy objects being thrown on the ground, the sound of glass being smashed, and even the sound of gunshots.

Moments later, the street-side glass wall of the bar "splitting" was smashed to pieces, a round figure flew through the glass wall, groaning on the sidewalk like a dead pig.

The bar door was pushed open, and agent Cid had just adjusted his collar and came out, still holding the other cigarette in his mouth. When he opened the door, Beatrix could vaguely see from within the gap a mess of people lying around.

Cid walked slowly to the side of the man lying on the ground, turned him over, stepped on his chest with one foot, and said slowly, "Okay Anchors. Would you like to talk now?"