The director of the Library of Congress collection is Mark, who is in his 30s and looks very smart.

Walking side by side with Mu Yang, walking in the tall library area, while introducing Mu Yang to some of the layouts and collections of the collection area. "Manuscripts, books, movies, recordings, photos, prints, maps and music scores, and our treasure of the Gutenberg Bible, but we cannot read them at will."

Mu Yang walked and suddenly asked, "Mr. Mark, I don't know if you have heard of the word 'Heavenly Speaker'. I want to check out the information about them."

"The Heaven Speaker" Mark muttered in confusion. "I'm sorry, I'm not very clear."

Mu Yang was slightly disappointed, "Then please take me to the literature and history book area. I want to go there to check the information."

"No problem." Mark brought Mu Yang to the literature and history book area, a tall baroque room, rows of tall bookshelf, full of various books.

Looking at these ancient books, Mu Yang had a headache for a moment and there was too much information. He had to find it out.

Mark said goodbye, Mu Yang thanked him for bringing him over, then turned around and looked at the rows of bookshelf and worried.

"Mr. Muyang."

Mark's voice came from behind.

"Supervisor Mark, is there anything else?" Mu Yang turned his head and asked curiously.

"If you want to query information, you may ask Professor Wells, who is a librarian in the collection of literature and history." Mark said.

Mu Yang was stunned: "A professor, librarian?"

Mark seemed to have known Mu Yang would have such a surprised expression, and explained with a smile: "Professor Wells is a professor of liberal arts and history at Stanford University. He is 75 years old this year. On that day, it was his hobby for him to come to the library to be an administrator. He just likes to read books here and occasionally helps manage books. That's it, it's responsibilities, haha, we can't afford to hire a tenured Stanford professor as an administrator."

Only then did Mu Yang understand.

"Does Professor Wells usually come here?" Mu Yang asked.

"I don't know. Sometimes I come here every day, sometimes I don't come for a few days. If you want to find him, it depends on your luck."

Mu Yang expressed his gratitude and Director Mark said goodbye and left.

I checked the information myself, let’s forget it. Mu Yang decided to go to Professor Wells for advice. It was much better than finding a needle in a haystack.

I found an administrator and asked if Professor Wells was there. The administrator told Mu Yang that Professor Wells hadn't been here for two days.

It seems that I have bad luck today.

Mu Yang returned to the literary and historical district and began to check it out by himself. From various historical materials, he found epics, history and literary classics from various countries. Anyway, he copied one and read it. After reading it roughly, he found that he had no clue, and he would put it back directly.

I was busy until the evening, but I still had no gains. Muyang had to go back to the hotel and come back tomorrow.

Mu Yang was inquiring about information at the National Library, but he didn't know that he was far away in Italy, but someone was launching an action against him.

Rose Manor, in Joseph Rose's study.

The president of the Tongji Society, the world finance emperor, was still holding a book and watching leisurely. If Mu Yang was here, he would be surprised to find that the study was so spacious and luxurious, and the books in the tall bookshelf were much more precious than the books in the Library of Congress.

The door was gently knocked, and the old housekeeper walked in with a middle-aged man in black hat. The middle-aged man politely took off his hat and bowed slightly to Joseph Ross, "Sir, I'm here."

Joseph Ross put down the book in his hand, looked at the man in black and said, "Westcork, although Constanway is only a member of the Tongzi Society, their family has served the Tongzi Society for 80 years after all."

"In his case, I smelled the conspiracy. You can find out the whole story and deal with the person behind the scenes. The members of the Tongji Society, even if they are just outside members, are not someone who can provoke them at will, not to mention that he has caused such great losses to us."

The man in black bent down and bowed, exited the room, without saying a word from beginning to end.

Two days later, a man in black suddenly appeared on Blankia Island. It has now been completely blocked by the Brazilian military. There are troops stationed on the island and two warships are parked on the beach. I really don’t know how this man in black got on the island.

But he came, very casually and didn't take those soldiers seriously.

At the dock, the man in black closed his eyes for a while, opened his eyes and shook his head. Then he came to the base building group, in a dark corner, he closed his eyes again. Not long after, when he opened his eyes, a strange light shone in his eyes, and he murmured, "Is a supernatural person who has not been discovered?"

Then he went down to the underground base again, and after seeing the strange experimental subjects, he did not feel uncomfortable. He walked around the ground, closed his eyes again, and nodded after opening his eyes.

"So his name is Jia Aisi."

Then, the man in black disappeared on Blankia Island.

The next day, in New York, USA, the Constanway Group headquarters building. Finally, the man in black appeared in the Kimberly Hotel in Midtown Manhattan, and Mu Yang grabbed Jia Aisi's room.

"Haha, interesting. He is actually a psychic who has mastered multiple abilities." A smile appeared on the face of the black man Sikok, who had always been cold, and a strange smile appeared.

If Mu Yang knew that he had been tracked down here and discovered many of his secrets, he would definitely be shocked.

The next day, all Mu Yang's information was placed on Joseph Ross's desk.

The visitor carefully read Mu Yang's information, looked up at the man in black standing and said, "You are sure that he has shown these abilities in your image retracement."

"Yes, Lord, my image backtrack can see everything that happened in that place within 7 days, and there was never a mistake, so I did not execute your order. After finding out these situations, please decide." The man in black Sikoke replied in a positive tone.

Mu Yang really didn't know that there were psychics in this world, and he also had such strange abilities, otherwise he wouldn't have acted so casually.

A smile appeared on the old man's face, "Xikok, you're doing it right, haha, interesting, an oriental man, with the ability to transform, flying, and Eastern martial arts, a very interesting little guy."

"SiCoke, bring him here. I want to see him in person. By the way, don't hurt him." said the old man.
Chapter completed!