When He Ao settled the last dungeon, he still had four redemption stars left. He didn't use character cards in the last dungeon, so he saved those four redemption stars, plus the four he got during the last dungeon settlement.

There are 8 redemption stars in total.

Currently, he has a total of five character cards, namely Qiao Yin's [Primal Fire], Wei An's [Night King], Nell's [Transgressor], Pate's [Saint], and Jace's

【Deep sea shimmer】.

Among them, [King of Night] was redeemed by He Ao before. Among the remaining character cards, [Primal Fire] and [Deep Sea Glimmer] can be redeemed. [Primal Fire] requires three redemption stars.

, [Deep Sea Glimmer] requires five redemption stars.

It seems that He Ao can use these eight redemption stars to redeem the remaining two character cards at the same time, but in actual operation, the character cards cannot be used directly after redemption, and the redemption stars need to be used to redeem usage time.

In other words, if He Ao wants to use it immediately after redemption, the eight redemption stars are only enough for He Ao to choose one of the two redeemable character cards to redeem, and then use the remaining redemption stars after redemption.

Redemption usage time.

Of course, He Ao can also choose not to redeem new character cards and use these redemption stars to redeem the usage time of [King of Night] that he has already obtained.

I just don’t know if the system has any restrictions on using multiple character cards.

While He Ao was thinking, he closed the character card interface.

He has vaguely realized that this copy may not be that easy.

Of course, he has been doing dungeon missions for so long, so it’s not like he has accumulated nothing.

He Ao raised his head and looked at the sleeping Jia Qian reflected in the rearview mirror.

He did not wake up Jia Qian immediately, but turned his eyes and stared at No. 60 Jinwutong Street across the street.

This is a small building facing the road. In front of the small building, there is a sign of the Federal Charitable Aid and Vocational Support Charitable Foundation for the Homeless and an upside-down love sign.

The address Eve found was not wrong. The foundation is still here and has not been moved or falsely reported.

There is a small glass revolving door on the first floor of the small building. When He Ao first arrived, there were several well-dressed people coming out, who looked like people who came to donate.

Almost all charitable organizations in St. John's City are located in the East City, not only because it has the best public security in the entire St. Jon's City, but also because there are a few people in St. Jon's City who have the ability to donate.

The Homeless Aid Foundation does not refuse offline donations, which makes it look more like a normally operating charity organization.

After those few donors came out, no one came out of the revolving door of this charity foundation, and no one went in again.

It seems that it is difficult to wait until someone who may be polluting appears.

"Jia Qian?"

He Ao looked up at the rearview mirror and called out softly.

Jia Qian's small eyelashes trembled, she opened her eyes in confusion, and sat up from the back row, "Grandpa, are you here?"

"Um,"

He Ao nodded, he picked up the crutches leaning on the passenger seat, "Grandpa went out to do some errands, the car's automatic driving system will take you to a safe place nearby."

Jia Qian's eyes widened immediately and she wanted to say something.

But He Ao raised his hand to signal his granddaughter to listen to what he had said.

"If grandpa encounters something later, he may need emergency response, so Jia Qian, you have to ensure that there is no problem with this off-road vehicle, and that when grandpa needs to respond, the vehicle can arrive at the designated place intact.

And you have to practice well to ensure that you are in the best condition. If grandpa becomes weak by then, he will need Jia Qian’s protection."

He turned his head and stared at his granddaughter in the back row, "Can you do it?"

"Um!"

Jia Qian nodded fiercely.

"come on!"

He Ao stretched out his hand, with the palm of his hand half clenched into a fist, and his palm facing downwards, reaching towards the back seat of the off-road vehicle.

"come on!"

Jia Qian also raised her little fist and bumped it with He Ao's fist.

"When grandpa buys you ice cream when you get back, just leave all the driving to the autonomous driving system."

He Ao held the crutches, pushed open the driver's door, and got out of the off-road vehicle.

Jia Qian lay on the car window and watched He Ao go away.

The off-road vehicle started slowly and drove deeper into the street.

Eve will take Cassie to a safer place - the nearby FBI St. John branch.

Yes, I don’t know if it was intentional, but the small building of this charitable foundation is located near the FBI branch in St. John.

Standing in front of the constantly rotating revolving door, He Ao raised his head and glanced at the small building.

The decoration of the small building is very simple, there is no eye-catching or gorgeous decoration on the outside, and it even has a bit of a dilapidated and old atmosphere.

However, what is different from that old building is that all the glass windows in this building are replaced with dark mirror glass windows. This kind of windows can only see the outside from the inside, but not the inside from the outside.

These windows are hidden in the shadow of the building next to them, making them appear quiet and depressing.

Of course, in the city of St. John, where there is no sunshine, this kind of depression is everywhere.

He Ao lowered his head and walked into the revolving door.

"Hello,"

The lobby on the first floor of this small building is not very big, with only a few simple seats and a counter.

A young receptionist in simple clothes was sitting behind the counter. Her lower body was hidden under the counter. Her upper body was wearing a white shirt and a dark purple scarf. At this moment, she was looking up at He Ao, "Mr., you are here to handle the donation.

?"

He Ao briefly turned on Super Memory and glanced at the front desk, then pointed to the street sign behind the counter and said slowly, "I'm going to the bathroom."

Behind the counter to the right is a long corridor. There is a street sign hanging on the corridor, with a straight arrow drawn on it, as well as signs for the bathroom and elevator.

Indicate the restrooms and elevators and follow the signs.

The receptionist took a look at He Ao's expensive-looking suit and straight figure, nodded slightly, raised his finger and pointed to the corridor, "The bathroom is along the corridor to the end, on the other side of the elevator."

"OK, thanks."

He Ao nodded, raised his bracelet to send a message, and then walked along the corridor with his crutch.

This corridor is not short, about ten meters long.

But on both sides of the corridor, which is more than ten meters long, there are no doors, only two pure white walls.

Although some paintings are hung on these white walls as decoration, this design still looks a bit strange.

Normally, in order to facilitate the work of staff on the first floor, the corridor leading from the lobby is usually connected to some offices.

In this situation where it is purely a wall, it means that staff working on the first floor have to walk around the wall to see their offices.

If there are staff working on the first floor.

He Ao stared at the walls on both sides. There were some abstract paintings composed of various color blocks hanging on the walls.

In He Ao's past memory, he has not seen similar paintings.

However, judging from Wei An's artistic vision, these paintings are of high artistic quality. It can be clearly seen that some of them are similar to the abstract masters in the history of the Federation, but they are completely different from the master's techniques.

And as He Ao stared at these paintings more deeply, some hazy, chaotic murmurs slowly sounded in his mind.

These gibberings were so slight that if He Ao had not had rich experience in fighting madness, he would not have even noticed the existence of these gibberings.

These chaotic murmurs echoed in his mind, drawing twisted and undulating lines in his brain.

He Ao walked towards these paintings step by step. He stretched out his hand and touched the glass on the frame surface of the painting closest to him and the largest one, and then slowly soaked his consciousness into it.

Divine consciousness does not bring any energy feedback.

There is nothing wrong with this painting, it does not contain any extraordinary elements.

He Ao raised his head and glanced at the surrounding paintings again. It seemed that it was the patterns composed of these paintings that attracted those chaotic murmurs.

To a certain extent, these patterns form something similar to ritual symbols, pointing to an unknown existence that can emit nonsense, and become an extension of the power of that unknown existence.

When people with stronger souls and higher inspiration look at these paintings, they invisibly establish a connection with the unknown existence, which causes the pollution of the unknown existence to spread and form gibbering.

These weak murmurs are of very low intensity and cannot affect people's spirits in a short period of time.

However, if the affected person often looks at these paintings and continues to deepen his connection with the ravings, as the exposure accumulates over time, it will subtly affect the thinking of the people who hear these ravings, and then push them step by step towards madness.

He Ao looked at the corner of the painting in front of him. Usually, the person who painted these paintings would hide his signature in a certain detail of the painting.

This is one of the commonly used anti-theft methods in the painting industry.

People who can draw such transformations that are strongly related to mystery and pollution should themselves be extremely close to mystery and pollution.

Soon, he found a string of words made up of twisted lines among some twisted patterns in the lower right corner. This word did not look like a common name for the Federation. In fact, it was a specific noun.

'listener'

The signature that the painter left for himself is 'The Listener'.

Of course, listener also has a similar meaning in federal language, ‘listener’.
To be continued...