485: Chapter 366 Beelu’s Secret (Extra for 100 Monthly Tickets) 485: Chapter 366 Beelu’s Secret (Extra for 100 Monthly Tickets) Zhang Xiaoman’s Escort Ship could no longer head ho, so it was parked at the airport on the open ground outside.
Fortunately, when Tang Xueke had designed it, he specifically reserved several large positions, ensuring that his spaceship would have a place to dock.
However, when it cos to space-level escort ships like this one, they’re usually docked in space under normal circumstances.
But then, the spacecraft would need to constantly operate in Hidden mode; otherwise, it could easily be detected by satellites, which would greatly deplete the batteries.
In order to extend its service life, Zhang Xiaoman still chose to bring the ship back.
After all, there was a place to park it here, which also made it conveniently accessible at any ti.
However, this attracted the craftsn group, who ran over after dinner to gawk at the ship.
Although they couldn’t enter with the door locked, they seed quite content just standing outside, looking on.
After noticing this situation, Zhang Xiaoman smiled helplessly but still opened the door, allowing them to visit a few specific areas inside to satisfy their curiosity.
He himself returned to the Original Realm to continue his cultivation of Dark Energy.
He hadn’t fully mastered the Magic Gift Package he’d obtained a couple of days ago, and he still held out hope that the Recovery Spell it contained might heal Lin Sisi’s eyes.
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Arica, New York City, Hat Brim District.
The local ti was 3:13 AM.
It was now the wee hours when most people had gone to bed, except for so who preferred to revel at night; most others were deep in sleep.
At this ti, the human brain is in a deep sleep, rapidly recovering energy and preparing for the new day.
However, inside the police station of Hat Brim District, it was still brightly lit and bustling with activity.
Beelu, rubbing his sleepy eyes, walked out of the main doors of the police station, grumbling about sothing and occasionally turning to give a stern finger to soone across the way to vent his dissatisfaction.
“Damn cops, I haven’t been doing drugs lately, and they dare treat like this.
If it weren’t for…
I would have had my lawyer sue you all long ago!”
Since Zhang Xiaoman and Aaron departed the previous night, he got picked up by the backup police officers and was taken back to the station for questioning about the day’s events.
Of course, he wasn’t the only one who was brought in.
Many residents of the building were also taken, one by one, to inquire about the recent rumors in the apartnt or the graffiti downstairs.
Beelu had even mocked the students who lived on the first floor, suggesting they were in for trouble now, as the ss inside the apartnt was their handiwork.
What he hadn’t anticipated, though, was just as he was about to be let go, two more people ca in and resud questioning him about the entire incident.
Like before, Beelu insisted that he had been at ho watching TV the whole ti, unaware of what happened downstairs, having only faintly heard the gunshots but not going down to check.
He didn’t understand why he did it; perhaps it was because the mysterious Mage had told him to keep secret everything he saw today before leaving.
But deep down, what worried him more was the mysterious Magic Scroll given to him by the other party, which he now hid under his bed.
If I just spill the truth like this, surely this precious treasure will imdiately be snatched away by this bunch of greedy folks!
And so, Beelu hid the truth.
In his eyes, by helping his Excellency the Mage keep the secret today, he was also helping himself secure the treasure.
In the future, whether to use it, sell it for money, or even use it as a token to find them again, it was all an extrely exciting prospect.
He believed that if the great personage knew about all this, they would surely praise him for his staunch adherence to his word.
Maybe, they would be extrely grateful for his actions and would consequently pull him into that mysterious world as well?
Beelu’s heart couldn’t help but burst with a series of wonderful imaginations.
However, what he didn’t know was that Zhang Xiaoman’s instruction to keep it a secret was rely a casual remark.
For soone who had already acquired the Shadow Lord’s ability, there was no need to worry about others finding out and tracing things back to him.
As for Aaron, so what if he was exposed?
According to the kid’s way of thinking, he didn’t want to go back to the past anyway; the Star Alliance would be his ho from here on out.
At the ti, facing those two serious-faced middle-aged n, Beelu felt a sudden panic in the depths of his heart.
But he still managed to maintain his composure as much as possible and recited the story he had prepared in advance.
Who would’ve thought, the interrogation went on for a full 5 hours; by the end, Beelu couldn’t even recall how many questions had been asked—he was about to be thoroughly investigated down to the brand of his underwear.
However, Beelu was proud that he hadn’t succumbed to their fatigue tactics.
He clenched his teeth and maintained that he knew nothing about the matter.
In the end, it seed like they had no choice but to let him go.
“Hehe, they all act so serious, but what’s the result?
They still have to let go obediently.
Dream on if they think they can covet my stuff, no way, no way, I’ll have to find a new place to store it when I get back, it’s too dangerous to just keep it under the bed…”
Muttering to himself, Beelu walked out of the police station, his attention shifting from the prolonged questioning to that mysterious magic scroll hidden in his ho.
Behind him, two middle-aged n in suits were watching his receding figure through the window.
“Jonathan, what do you think about this man, and what are your plans moving forward?”
The question ca from a Caucasian middle-aged man who stood around six foot three inches tall.
His light yellow hair was neatly combed, exuding a unique noble aura.
“His lying skills are terrible, Lune.
I believe you saw that too.
The kid is deliberately hiding sothing.
I guess you let him go on purpose to catch a bigger fish down the line?”
At his side, a plain-looking middle-aged man said.
He wore glasses and looked about seven or eight years younger than his distinguished colleague, roughly in his early forties.
“Hahaha, Jonathan, you truly are an expert in psychology.
I can’t hide anything from you,” the man known as Lune replied.
His smile had a unique charm; if so won who liked handso older n saw it, they would find it irresistible.
“Alright, Lune, stop teasing .
With those tricks of yours, I reckon anyone from the station could guess what’s going on, except for that naive kid who is still in the dark…”
Facing his colleague’s mockery, Jonathan adjusted his glasses and shook his head with a sowhat helpless smile.
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