C7

Under the lead of the bureau chief, thunderous applause rang out. The one with the most peculiar gaze was the president. When I was about to leave, he walked up to me and said meaningfully, "In the intelligence department, your road will be longer."

This time, he didn't say anything more. When I returned to the office, everyone looked at me with a hint of respect. I placed the [Psychic Concealment] on the table, and Ding Lan Xin was the first to approach me. Her eyes no longer had that ridiculing expression, "Hey, let me take a look at this book, can I?"

I smiled. "Senior Sister Ding, if you want to see it, just take it. You don't need to ask me about it." I looked at the book on the table.

Duan Hong Qi walked over and threw the book into my arms. He turned his head and said to Ding Lan Xin, "Even boss can't read it, so don't be so curious. If you lose your mind, no one here can save you."

Ding Lan shot me a look of reluctance before she turned and walked away, muttering to herself, "What's so amazing about that. If the afternoon sun was here, it wouldn't be his turn."

Mentioning Noon, Duan Hong Qi sat in front of me and asked, "Little Yellow, the internal staff has already sent over the silver knife's analysis result. The blood on the knife was from Noon, but I have a question, what method did the intelligence department use to capture the King Corpse? At that time, you were the only one present.

This is a question that everyone is concerned about. Everyone came over and surrounded the two of us. I described the scene at that time to everyone and they started to discuss with furrowed brows.

"Red copper coins, a bunch?" That's the Five Emperor's money? Such a lowly thing like this can subdue the Corpse King? "

"Using hemp rope to tie up the King Corpse is too child's play? How could a piece of trash from the Intelligence department fight? Unless they already know the Corpse King. "

The discussion still continued, causing Duan Hong Qi's heart to be troubled. He knocked on the table and called Ding Lan Xin over. "What did you encounter the first time you entered the corpse cave?"

Ding Lan took a deep breath, "The inside is very dark, the King Corpse is not inside the coffin, its color is the same as the surroundings, I encountered an ambush, it was the noon sun that saved me, so …"

Duan Hongqi slowly lowered his head and thought for a while, "No, Xiangyang is the top expert in the Bureau of Investigation, even if he is injured, it is not difficult for him to stay alive. The Bureau of Intelligence can easily capture the King Corpse, but they haven't found his body yet, what's inside … "Yes."

Everyone stared with their eyes wide open. Seeing that no one had any opinions, they dared to ask, "Old Duan, are you suspecting that the intelligence department is up to mischief? You are deliberately causing our operation team to lose face."

Duan Hong Qi shook his head, and looked at everyone seriously, "It's not that simple, the King Corpse is not an intelligence agent, if we can't fake it, I suspect Zhong Yang!" Think about it, the intelligence department can subdue the Corpse King with just a bunch of Five Emperors money? We have already seen the power of the Corpse King, Xiang Yang will not die so easily. "

When he said this, the group of people began to discuss it again. What exactly was the afternoon sun for? Leave the Bureau? In other words, if he wanted to leave, who could stop him? Besides, there was no need to use such a method.

"Impossible!" Ding Lan Xin immediately flipped over. "Old Duan, what do you mean? Is this your way of eliminating others after Seventh Uncle left? "

The scene instantly became silent. Ding Lan Xin was like a thorn in the head. She would explode when the fire was ignited. On the contrary, Duan Hong Qi was much quieter and did not argue with her.

When Ding Lan's heart calmed down, Duan Hong Qi nodded slightly, "Lan Xin, you've been in the Bureau for a few years. Don't you understand my personality? I eliminate myself? What enmity does Xiangyang have with me? "

Everyone came up to try to dissuade Dan Lan from her thoughts. I didn't want to listen to their argument, so I took the [Psychic Concealment] out the door. I didn't go home. Instead, I went to Fat Lei's house.

xx sector, Building 9, Room 312!

After I entered, Fatty Lei warmly welcomed me, "Brother, all these years, only you have dared to come to my house, haha."

I looked back at his broken security door. "What's going on with this door? Is it open?" "He's not afraid of losing something at home."

Fatty Lei curled his lips, "What a joke, how could it be possible for my family to lose something? I'm the only one who lives in the whole building, they've all moved away, thieves wouldn't dare to come to my house to steal things even if they've eaten the guts of a leopard. "

Fatty Lei looked at the book in my hand and asked suspiciously, "Hey, is this the book 'Psychic Mantra'? I heard that it's very evil, how did it end up in your hands? "

When the director introduced the book, he had already left the Bureau, so how could he know what was going on? "Damn fatty, how did you know?"

Fatty Lei patted his chest, "We'll talk about it later! "Come, come. I'll treat you today. Tell me what you want to eat!"

Fat Lei's fat arms were around my shoulders and he was about to walk out when I pulled his hand away. "Forget it!" Going out to eat with you? The restaurant must be down on its luck, and there's not a single occasion where they can enjoy their meal. At home, we can make do, but not at all. "

Fatty Lei looked helpless, "That's what I was thinking too. I'll go outside and buy some. I'm a bachelor, and I've already unplugged all the locks on the fridge at home. Let's go!"

Braised duck, unremarkable small shop, our piece of signature dish, the owner of the shop's craftsmanship is excellent, the made sauce duck fragrance everywhere, endless aftertaste.

Fat Thunder held onto my neck as he shouted at the entrance of the shop, "F * ck you!" Where are they? "No more business?

When the owner came out of the shop and saw the two of us, he drew back his neck. I didn't understand what was going on, but just as I was about to ask, he came running out, wrapped two ducks in straw paper, put them on the ground, and went back into the shop. He pulled down the roller shutter door, not even doing business.

I blinked in surprise. I looked at the duck sauce on the ground and at Fat Lei's proud expression.

Fatty Lei giggled and explained, "Not bad, this boss really knows how to conduct himself well! I'm going to sit at the door for two hours. His kitchen must be on fire. "

The way the boss looked at me just now made me want to find a hole in the ground and hide in it. Fatty Lei pouted at the duck sauce on the floor and said, "Take it up, I'll take you to buy some wine."

Fatty Lei did as he was told, and at the entrance of the shop, he respectfully handed out a few bottles of the Old Village Chief. Not daring to speak, he placed them on the ground and ran back.

After returning home, he said, "Damn fatty, looks like your reputation has already spread far and wide. You don't even have to spend money on meals anymore."

Fatty Lei opened the packaging of the duck, smiled, and said, "It's still the same taste, so it tastes just the same! Come on, hurry up and eat while it's hot. "Why did you suddenly have the interest to come to my house?"

I looked back at the open door. "I need to ask you something. How much do you know about the noonday sun?" Also, what kind of book is this' Secret Spirit Art '? "

Fatty Lei took the old Village Head and blew at the bottle, smacking his lips, "Aiya! I don't know much about the disappearance of Noon, nor do I know about the plots involved. As for this book of yours, I do know a little about it. "

"What do you mean?"

Fat Lei's face lit up and he bit down on the fat duck leg. "Bro! To put it simply, you have picked up a treasure. This book is not something that an ordinary person can read. "

"How do you know?"

In the blink of an eye, Fatty Lei threw away the duck bone and sucked on his finger. "Meng Nan Shan told me?"

"Chief Meng told you?" What does he have to do with you? "

Fatty Lei pulled off the second duck leg and then drank a mouthful of white wine, "The relationship of a level higher than that! These strange things were all plundered by the Bureau of Investigation. The silver knife in Guang Yang's hand, have you seen it before? "That is no ordinary blade, nor is it an object that has existed for a thousand years."

"Don't tell me it's useless. What exactly is this < Hidden Spiritual Arts > book."

Fatty Lei pouted, "You'll know when you see it. "Hide yourself well, you've got it. I wonder how many people are jealous of it?"

When Fatty Lei said this, I also realized that Ding Lan was coughing in envy this afternoon. "I remember now, someone is indeed jealous. Ding Lan Xin wanted to read this book today, but was stopped by Old Duan."

Fatty Lei curled his lips, "Ding Lan Xin, hehe! "She's not qualified. You need to pay attention to people with high cultivation experience, so you don't need to worry about minor characters like Dinglan."

"It can't be! Senior Sister Ding is very powerful. When Yi Tianxing was in a state of chaos, she was the one who saved him. "

Fatty Lei drank as he ate, "You know how to throw your throwing dagger, how can that be called a skill? She's far worse than Noon. "