In the bedroom, Li Fan was lying on the comfortable and soft bed, looking at the ceiling with his eyes wide open.

I can't sleep for a hundred million points.

Although his body was very weak and exhausted after a high-intensity battle.

But after being baptized by a huge amount of spiritual power, I can now be said to be very energetic.

But the mood is still very relaxed.

After all, the guy who had been together for a while had been killed, and the revenge for promoting the section chief was completely avenged.

In the future, Kuncheng should be completely calmed down. Occasionally there will be an abnormal infection, and the awakened people of the abnormal bureau will probably handle it in minutes.

I can continue to live a life of going to work at three in the afternoon and getting off at five in the afternoon, working three to five.

Usually when I go to work, I play games, drink coffee, chat with my colleagues, and lie on the sofa like a dead fish.

When I'm not at work, I go home and use the Cleaning Association's funds to buy, buy, and live intoxicated.

If family members asked, they would say it was part of a latent plan to paralyze the enemy.

After tonight's battle, I believe they would not dare to have any objections.

Anyway, just show off and show your true nature.

When everyone in the enterprising cleaning association can no longer stand it, they will probably leave him.

At that time, he became a loner and completely disappointed the Cleaning Association Headquarters, which took away his power as a shepherd and didn't bother to care about him.

The president of the Cleaning Association doesn’t have to worry about the collector being a great collector.

The Anatomy Division of the Anomaly Bureau gained a gregarious section chief, and the Cleaning Association lost an unstable factor in the balance of power.

Li Fan gained the freedom to lie down safely.

Everyone is happy.

Really, I'm a little in love with the Anatomy Department now. Everyone is talented and well-spoken. I really like it here.

As for the eight songs, Li Fan has decided not to use his power as much as possible in the future.

The opponent is simply too powerful compared to me. After all, he is an old monster who has lived for hundreds of thousands of years. He is so well-behaved mostly because of the reputation of the prison master.

It would be too dangerous if his Stockholm Syndrome gradually recovers and Li Fan's true strength is discovered...

"Boom..." a soft sound came.

Li Fan followed the sound and saw a dozen large suitcases placed in the corner.

The small suitcase at the front is the "simple combat combination" that my mother brought to the underground palace.

Inside are ten heads.

These things are indeed a problem.

Everything that happened tonight has probably made everyone in the Cleaning Association suspicious.

Especially after Huo Lei pointed out the fact that the Collector was dead, he never used these heads in battle.

After all, the people in the Cleaning Association are all human beings. If something like this happens again after a long time, who knows what will happen.

And it’s not good to have so many heads in the bedroom.

What if colleagues from the Anomaly Bureau came over to play at home one day and discovered these things by chance.

His plan of living in a government agency and waiting to die was completely ruined.

It needs to be dealt with for a while.

Thinking of this, Li Fan, who was completely sleepless, got up and went to those suitcases, and gently opened a few suitcases.

The smell of bacon hits your face.

Rows of withered heads immediately appeared in front of them.

There are men and women, yellow, red and black, basically in the age group of 30 to 60, when they are in their prime.

Some even have gorgeous tattoos on their faces.

Most of them look like they have the so-called aura of a superior person between their eyebrows.

There are abnormal spiritual radiations among these heads, and I don’t know how the former collectors made them.

Several of them had their eyes sewn on their heads. At this time, their dry eyes trembled occasionally, as if they were trying hard to open them.

Occasionally, a few heads shrank or squirmed a little, which was how the sound in the box came out just now.

But other than that, it's just an ordinary head.

After experiencing the anatomy department, Li Fan was already immune to these heads, so he picked one up and looked at it carefully.

On the ears of each head, the head's identity information tag is nailed, which Li Fan has seen before.

Although they have shriveled heads, each one still has about 10 mental powers, just like ordinary people.

When he first saw them, Li Fan thought these heads might still be alive and didn't dare to touch them, but now he understands that these heads are actually specially processed mental power storage devices.

There has long been no consciousness inside, and only a specific spiritual radiation field remains.

Only former collectors know how to use it.

For Li Fan, these gadgets are more like decorations or works of art.

As a former antique dealer, Li Fan is fairly familiar with headhunting.

The earliest human head trade originated from the tropical rainforests of South America and the South American Indian Jivaro people.

The Jivaro people have a special culture. They hold a grand sacrifice every year, and this sacrifice involves using the shrunken heads of adult men to worship.

Before the memorial ceremony, they had an action called head hunting, which was to hunt the heads of adult men from hostile tribes.

After hunting, they would use hammers, saws and other tools to separate the skull, fat and skin, and then repeatedly fill the skull with hot stones and sand until the deceased's skull was compressed to the size of a fist.

The shrunken heads of the Jivaro people can be said to be a local specialty.

They believe that some people had souls during their lives. When the souls in their heads are taken in during sacrifices, they will turn into shrunken heads. However, the shrunken heads at this time have no effect, and the Jivaro people will throw them away.

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Originally, shrunken heads were just a common local culture of the Jivaro people, but this began to change when it reached the ears of Europeans.

"Mysterious trophies of barbarian warriors in the tropical rainforest", "heads of the dead imprisoned with vengeful ghosts", these gimmicks attracted Europeans very much. They were so exotic and highly collectible.

Reaching its heyday in the late 19th century, the local headhunting operation developed to once a month, and the barbarian warriors exported dead heads in large numbers, so much so that their "handicrafts" could be purchased directly in stores in Europe and the United States.

In the 20th century, after repeated games between supply and demand, even a musket could be used to exchange human heads. Someone in Panama even took orders to mass-produce human heads, selling each handicraft for $25.

The huge market demand and profits even led the Maori people in the Pacific region who have the custom of headhunting to get involved in this market and began to produce a large number of human head handicrafts to satisfy the desire of European gentlemen to show off.

Sydney Customs also established a special category of imported goods: "baked human heads."

Later, the Maori chiefs would pull out their slaves for European customers to choose from. The European gentlemen would choose a slave with a suitable face shape just like choosing a product, and then finalize the facial tattoo plan with the chief.

The slaves were forcibly tattooed on their faces, then their heads were cut off, salted, dried, and finally delivered to European customers.

Countless people died and their heads were cut off and made into handicrafts.

The ultimate market demand is actually to make customers show off.

After quickly going through the history of the headhunting trade in his mind, Li Fan had already made his decision.

There is only one best destination for the heads in these big boxes in front of me, which is the prison!

If you throw it into the prison, no one can find it. You are not afraid of the abnormality bureau discovering it, and you will not face the embarrassing situation of not being able to use a human head weapon.

After thinking about this, Li Fan moved all the boxes to the bathroom door.

Then the key pattern on the palm of his right hand glowed slightly, and he opened the door to the bathroom in the suite. In front of him was an unknown darkness.

Li Fan casually threw all the suitcases in, and then walked in himself.

"Crack..." The windproof lighter lit up with a faint red light again, illuminating the room in front of him.

This time he seemed to appear in a study room in the prison.

In front of him was a black wooden table and a row of empty bookshelves, covered with dust.

This is no ordinary prison cell.

What made his eyes brighter was that there was a half-burned white candle on the wooden table.

He hasn't been to this place yet!

Li Fan immediately stepped forward and used a red lighter to light the candle, which was as white and tender as human skin.

The candlelight, much brighter than a lighter, illuminated the entire room, revealing the sofa, coffee table, and empty vases on the bookshelf in the corner.

There is also a rusty pen, an ink bottle, and a piece of paper on the desk.

Li Fan couldn't help but his eyes lit up. He didn't expect to pick up other things in the prison.

He stepped forward and sat down at the desk. Suddenly, a hoarse and dull voice came from the darkness:

"What is this place?"

"Who is talking? It's so dark, how could it be so dark..."

"Wasn't I killed? Who? Who is talking?"

"Is this in hell? Is this hell?"

"I am the president of Heidi Country! Let me out! If I give you money, I will give it to you!"

"Let me go! In the name of the Life Science Foundation, you will be punished!"

"..."

Noisy sounds rang out in the dimly lit room. Li Fan stood up suddenly, walked to a large suitcase, and opened it.

A box full of shriveled human heads stared at him with wide eyes.
Chapter completed!