After opening the door, what was reflected in Moser and Anderson's eyes were several fully armed soldiers?

Moser didn't know how to describe these investigators.

They were wearing black protective clothing all over their bodies. Except for the helmet that was not completely closed, they had no exposed skin on their bodies. They even wore thick protective gloves on their hands.

"Forehead……"

Moser hadn't reacted to this high-standard configuration yet, and Anderson even sat on the sofa with his expression dull and mechanically stuffed potato chips into his mouth.

Investigators seem to be used to this situation, and the lead man in his 30s took the lead in taking the lead.

"Mr. Messer Lockson, I am the leader of the Third Investigation Team, you can call me a 'Hunter'."

"We have received a report that your house was attacked in the meteorite rain in the early morning of the day before yesterday. Please allow us to enter and investigate."

Moser then realized and hurriedly moved away from the position. "No problem, please come in."

‘Is it so formal? There is also a code name.’

The hound nodded politely to Moser and waved his hand to signal the team members behind to follow.

A team member wearing a full-covering helmet entered the house with a square electronic device the size of a tablet.

The other few people stood very skillfully in every corner of the first-floor lobby, and the team member was responsible for the testing hall.

Moser looked at the positions of these so-called "investigators", and the other party's action pattern made him feel a little uncomfortable.

‘This is clearly intended to suppress the rebellion of the person under investigation at any time…’

As the captain's hound seems to be a person who is responsible for negotiations, and he obviously knows that his team's behavior is not very kind.

While the prosecutor was concentrating on exploring indoors, the hound was familiar with the way and handed a cigarette to Moser and Anderson respectively.

“Valkyrie cigarettes?”

Anderson took the cigarette from the hound without hesitation and lit it himself, took a pleasant breath, and said with a comfortable look on his face, "Your investigation team is well treated, you can even send such high-end cigarettes."

Moser, who survived countless overtime nights with cigarettes in his previous life, knew very well the harm of this thing. He finally got a new life. In this life, he firmly stayed away from this harmful and useless tobacco.

"Thank you, I don't smoke."

The hunting dog didn't care and lit high-end cigarettes for itself. "Huh~ it's so stressful, the upper part is urging very tightly, so we can only work overtime to check overnight. This benefit is what we deserve."

Moser sneeredly, "You guys are nonsense in working overtime, you're fussy."

"Didi!"

Just as the chatty hunting dog accompanied Moser and Anderson to talk nonsense, an alarm sounded from the detection equipment in the armoured inspection team in Moser's bedroom on the second floor.

"Discover the target and prepare for recycling."

The hound heard the sound from the second floor and smiled relievedly and slapped the cigarette. He said to the unknown Moser and Anderson, "It will be handled soon, please wait a moment."

Under Anderson's extremely curious eyes, two team members who went to the second floor to inspect walked down the wooden stairs one after another, and the first one seemed to be holding something in his hand.

The Hound confirmed to the team member holding the detector behind the duo, "The inspection is finished? There are no other abnormalities, right?"

"No, everything is normal except for the target object."

"Very good, so I'll get another one. The inspection in Westland District is over, and then go south to Minnaz District."

The Hound clapped his hands and encouraged, "Boys! After checking Minnaz District, we can rest. The top approved us for three days' vacation, and finally work hard!"

"yes!"

A group of players escorted the team member holding "air" in his hand and took the lead in getting on the car. The Hound handed a business card to Moser in the curious eyes of Anderson and Moser.

"Thank you again for your cooperation. There are no hidden dangers in your home. This is the contact number of the Special Affairs Department. If you encounter any abnormal incidents, please feel free to contact us."

Hearing the accent in the hound's words, a trace of clarity flashed in Moser's eyes, but he still showed a little confusion on the surface.

"Oh... OK, I hope I won't have the chance to contact you in the future."

‘It seems that this so-called special affairs department is a department that is specifically responsible for supernatural events?’

The hound smiled and waved his hand, "I think so too, work, we'll leave first, I wish you a happy life."

Moser's eyes flashed a little as he watched the investigation team leave in a modified light armored vehicle.

Anderson raised his head and turned the bag of potato chips upside down, poured the last bit of potato chips into his mouth, and asked vaguely, "As strange as Lina described, what is this investigation team here to check? What are they holding and leaving?"

Anderson is not stupid, on the contrary, he has a smart mind.

It may be a coincidence, and it is almost inevitable that the same situation will occur twice in a row.

Before confirming the safety of the mysterious world, Mosse did not intend to let his childhood friend get involved in these bizarre events.

He reached out and patted the fat man's thick back. Moser pretended to be relaxed and said, "What do you care about him? It has nothing to do with us anyway... By the way, has the matter I asked you to help investigate the matter to be successful?"

"Oh! By the way."

Anderson licked the corner of his mouth and said excitedly, "I helped you find relevant recruitment information that matches your professionally in the city. After filtering according to your conditions, there are still three more suitable jobs left."

"Oh? Let's hear it."

Chester's father's compensation has not yet been completed, and there are less than 300 Neals left in the family. Messe urgently needs to find a job that can support him.

"I'll start with the job you choose with a lower chance."

The fat man took out his smartphone and showed the content he recorded to Moser.

"The family theology consultant, employer is Miltree's infamous Westin Mars..."

Moser frowned in disgust, "No need to continue, I won't work for such a person."

Westin Mars, who is openly the identity of a rare auction house, is actually closely related to Mirtri's underground world.

The public security management of the motherland where Mosse lived in his previous life was very good, and the crime rate has always been within five places around the world, which can be said to be very safe.

But the Nordic Republic in this life is different. Although the rule of law in this country is also severe, the Nordic people's tough style since ancient times has kept the crime rate in this country still high.

Westin is one of the people wandering on the gray edge of black and white, and is the most famous one. Moser does not intend to be involved with such people, and he will not consider it even if his salary is high.

Andrew was not surprised by Messer's choice. "It's a pity that Westin's daughter is said to be very beautiful. This family theological consultant is prepared for his daughter. After all, a person like him... would have faith in the gods, which is a strange thing."
Chapter completed!