"How did you die?"
"I was so stupid. I thought the Detective World relied on brains, but in the end, I still had to rely on my hands and feet."
"Fine. So, does Black Tentacle still have a connection with you?"
"I can't feel it anymore."
"That's good too. It means it doesn't pay much attention to Destroyers' newcomers. Once you're dead, you're dead. It won't trace the connection back here."
"Yes, Minister."
"Rest for two days, then switch identities and go undercover again."
"Uh, alright."
Li Chun walked dejectedly out of the minister's office and returned to his desk, where he ran into his colleague Xie Dong.
"What's wrong, Xiao Chunzi? You look like you've been thoroughly ravaged," Xie Dong teased.
"You got that right. I got ravaged by a few rookies. I was even skewered like meat on a stick. How could I not look miserable?" Remembering what had just happened, Li Chun subconsciously covered his ass.
He had really gotten reamed out just now.
Fortunately, no one had seen it...
Wait, three people had seen it.
Fortunately, they could never come to the Tree-People World.
"I got something good from a world. Want it?" Xie Dong mysteriously pulled out a mobile phone.
"What is that?" Li Chun leaned over to look.
"A phone that can simulate the future."
"Wow, something this good is exactly what I need." Li Chun snatched the phone and examined it from every angle. "How do I use it?"
"Register your name on this webpage, and based on your current thoughts, it'll show your itinerary and what you'll encounter over a period of time in the future. When your thoughts change, it'll change accordingly. Each simulation covers twenty-four hours of the future."
"What does it consume?"
"Your lifespan. Every new twenty-four-hour prediction costs