Mystery Makes Me Strong

The city is bustling with traffic.

Singing and dancing are peaceful, and the undercurrent is turbulent.

Somewhere in the prosperous commercial district of Dongshui City, there is a commercial building called "Meilong". The ground floor is a densely populated ordinary shop, and on the 12th floor, there is a company called "Tianxing Club".

Wen Rensheng, who is just 20 years old this year, has been in this club for three years when others are still in college, and has an excellent position and enviable income.

This morning, in the underground parking lot of the commercial building, in a blue and black car.

"Brother Li, it's still the same, pick me up from get off work at 2 pm." Wen Rensheng said to the driver in the front row, and took a look at his appearance today through the rearview mirror.

It's still the same as in the past, with flourishing beauty, bright eyebrows, perfect facial features... In any drama and film and television drama, it is a standard non-dragon template. It is absolutely impossible to hang up in three episodes or hang up in three episodes , also sorry for the cost.

This is enough.

"Okay, Mr. Wenren."

In the driver's seat, a middle-aged man with a stern face responded, then got out of the car and bowed to open the rear door for him.

Wen Rensheng got out of the car immediately, then glanced at the driver who had served him for three years, his eyes lit up slightly, and a string of messages flashed:

"Li Shuangyue."

"Mystery: 0/1."

Well, everything is normal.

After getting out of the car, he turned a few steps and walked slowly up the stairs leading to the 12th floor.

If you don't have to, don't take the elevator.

It was nearly 9 o'clock, and occasionally some staff members appeared in the stairwell and passed him by. Most of them came and went in a hurry, and there was a trace of exhaustion and sleepiness in their eyebrows.

Only he climbed the stairs slowly and calmly.

"Mr. Wenren is early."

Suddenly, a crisp female voice came from behind him.

Wen Rensheng turned his head to look, and saw that it was a young girl with a face value of about 7 points or more, with a melon face, straight facial features, short black hair, eyebrows and bangs, full of energy, full of energy...he was about the height of his shoulders, More than one meter six.

He blinked, and a string of messages flashed in his eyes again.

"Zhao Han."

"Mystery: 9/9."

"Mysterious Composition: Unknown."

His expression didn't change, he just nodded slightly and said, "It's Zhao Han, early."

After greeting, the two climbed the stairs side by side.

Wen Rensheng didn't speak again, the atmosphere was a little awkward for a while.

After waiting for a while, Zhao Han seemed to muster up some courage and took the initiative to ask: "Does Manager Wenren usually come to the company at this time?"

"Yeah." Wen Rensheng nodded again.

Zhao Han was a little embarrassed, and then added: "I heard that there have been a lot of cases in the West District in the past month, and the motives for committing the crimes are impulse, killing people out of anger."

"Oh, did you kill someone out of anger?" Wen Rensheng slowed down.

"Yeah," Zhao Han heard this and found that the other party seemed to be interested, so he said enthusiastically, "In one case, the husband killed his wife in anger because his wife was gambling; One was a quarrel on the bus, stabbing with a knife... There are so many, there have been more than 20 incidents in the West District this month, but most of them have not been announced."

"More than 20? This is a bit frequent." Wen Rensheng frowned slightly.

Zhao Han nodded again and again, with visible worry on his face: "That is to say, our city, the law and order is still good, although the population is large, it is a first-tier city, but the total number of ordinary murders in a year is only forty or fifty. Now there are more than 20 outbreaks in a month, and there must be mysterious factors involved, which is really worrying. I don’t know if the murderer is hiding by our side.”

Wen Rensheng didn't respond any more, he seemed to be thinking.

That's right, the work of the two is in the mysterious realm - the gray area in this world that ordinary people absolutely cannot confront, but absolutely unavoidable, is also an industry that stands at the top of the pyramid in this world.

The two climbed the stairs as they talked, and soon reached the club on the 12th floor. At the entrance of the stairwell, there was a blue sign with "Skywalk Club", which looked unremarkable.

The two were at the entrance of the stairs. They checked their fingerprints and pupils, opened the door, and walked inside.

After entering, there is a long corridor, marble floor tiles, and white walls, all of which make people feel that this is an unusual company.

Taking the stair entrance as the dividing point, there are separate rooms on the left, and a hall surrounded by glass walls on the right, with desks placed in it.

At the end of the corridor is the corner. This is a circular corridor with elevator shafts and other public facilities in the middle, and office rooms on all sides.

After the two entered the corridor, Wen Rensheng nodded to Zhao Han and walked to the left, while the other party stood still and watched him leave before heading towards the hall on the right.

Wen Rensheng came to the third room from the left. There was a sign on the door: "Project Center Manager's Room", and a vast starry sky poster was pasted on the door, which seemed to indicate that the owner of the room had the spirit of the universe.

He pressed the fingerprint lock and opened the door. Inside was a large desk, a sofa and a coffee table... There was also a separate compartment, which was a separate bathroom, which was perfectly furnished.

The windows are bright and clean, the air is fresh, and a pot of Chlorophytum is placed on the desk, exuding a green atmosphere.

In the corner of the desk, there was a steaming paper basket, which contained a bowl of golden millet porridge, a stack of refined pickles, and a basket of delicate steamed buns, which looked mouth-watering.

After Wen Rensheng sat down at the desk, he opened his laptop, tuned to a new anime he was chasing, then picked up the steamed buns in the paper basket and started watching while eating.

"Well, not bad, the breakfast that Xiaoqing made was so unpalatable—the rice porridge was mushy, the pickles were hard to eat, and the stuffing in the steamed buns was really bitter and astringent... I really don't know if she tried it herself after making it. Pass?"

His face remained the same, secretly savoring.

From an outsider's point of view, he is now a middle-level company in troubled waters.

However, no one knew that although his eyes fell on that lively and funny anime, his pupils had lost focus slightly, and some strange and messy information was flashing in his mind quickly.

"You ate a mysterious dark dish as if nothing had happened. The current mystery level has recovered by 1 point, and your mystery resistance has been slightly improved."

"Mysterious Seed."

"Location: With you."

"Mystery: 95 (current value) / 100 (upper value)."

"Mysterious composition: 1. Memory of otherworldly people, upper limit +50; 2. Transcendent power, upper limit +30; 3. Mystical cognition, upper limit +20."

"Function: 1. The effect of all mysterious fields is passively increased by 100%; 2. Consumption of mystery can additionally increase the effect of mysterious skills, and each point increases by 1%."

That's right, Wen Rensheng is not from this world. It has been three years since he came to this world, and this world is very similar to his previous life, whether it is economic, technological or military... The only difference is that there is a mix of mysterious fields here.

In his previous life, he was just an ordinary person, with an ordinary life, an ordinary ending, an ordinary life, some regrets, but no tragedy.

In this life, he found that he could live a more wonderful life and hope for more possibilities in life, and what he has to do is to make himself more and more mysterious, and the more mysterious he is, the stronger he will be.

Doing all kinds of mysterious behaviors that others can't figure out, can restore his current mystery, while the development and deepening of the mysterious field can increase the upper limit of mystery.

This is the basic usage that he has dug up for the "mysterious seed" of the golden finger he owns within three years.

The plot on the computer continued to play, and in his mind, he reviewed some of the mysterious knowledge he had written down last night when he stayed up late, and sorted out the information.

Among his extraordinary powers, there are skills in three mysterious domains - extraordinary physique (medium), mysterious resistance (medium), and extraordinary memory (beginning).

Among them, "Extraordinary Memory", although it is only elementary, but after the effect is increased by 100%, it can allow him to achieve the "advanced" effect in advance: quickly browse a large amount of knowledge, and be able to remember it.

This skill has many benefits, it can save eyesight, and can achieve fast memory... But for others, the primary effect of this skill is that memory can only be improved from a scumbag to a scholar, and it is still within the understanding of ordinary people; It usually takes 3 to 5 years to achieve the level of "advanced" level, which is unbelievable to ordinary people, and can only be achieved through dedicated research and hard training.

When he had just finished watching the 24-minute episode of a short video, someone suddenly pushed in the door.

This is a girl, about 20 years old, with two slender braids hanging in front of her flat chest, wearing a pair of large black-rimmed glasses, wearing clothes that are very inappropriate for the current fashion, a blue and white striped top, The dark black trousers declared one word to others from the inside to the outside - "earth".

Most of the girl's face was covered by black-rimmed glasses and braided braids. The only bright spot of UU reading www.uukanshu.com was that her skin was very pale, as if she hadn't seen the sun for a long time.

After the girl came in, she didn't say a word, she just cleaned up Wen Rensheng's breakfast, put it in a paper basket, poured him a glass of water, then turned around and left.

Wen Rensheng didn't get up, just smiled: "Thank you Xiaoqing, the breakfast is still as good as before."

The girl's shoulders moved slightly, but she didn't turn her head, but finally said, "Hypocritical."

"No, I'm telling the truth, I've always been an honest person." Wen Rensheng replied seriously.

The girl wanted to say something else, but she heard a "bang" from behind, which seemed to be the sound of the water glass that had just been poured over suddenly.

"It's good, the laptop is broken, and I can add some GDP to the city..." Wen Rensheng put away the laptop with the black screen, and said without any frustration.

The corners of the girl's mouth were slightly raised, and she said with a "hum", "Let's watch less dramas. Others use the time you spend watching novels, videos, and even sleeping for cultivation and study."

"Teacher Ai said that success is 99% perspiration + 1% inspiration, but 1% inspiration is the most important. In your eyes, I am wasting time, but in fact I am capturing inspiration. "Wen Rensheng said seriously.

"Boring." The girl ignored him and went out directly.

Wen Rensheng looked at the empty office, shook his head and said, "Actually, what I said is true."

At this time, new information flows continued to appear in his mind.

"Your behavior makes the same-level superhumans feel incomprehensible, and the current mystery is +1."

"Wei Yiqing."

"Mystery: ???/???."

"Mysterious Composition: Seeds of Bad Luck, ???"