C7 (1/2)

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!”