"Mr. Mou, my superiors want to see you!" After less than five minutes, Wang Meng came back and said directly to Mu Ping.

"Yes!

Mu Ping agreed and walked out first. Wang Meng was stunned, she didn't expect Mu Ping to agree so happily, and thought that it would take a lot of persuasion.

"Captain, these people ......," a third-class superintendent pointed to the remaining twenty or so.

"These people can't leave yet!" Wang Meng replied calmly, ignoring the buzzing chatter, and then spoke, "Crane is it, do you have an infectious disease detection device here?"

"Yes. Elder Crane nodded affirmatively.

"Then please give Li Musheng's family of three a test, if they don't form a source of infection, then everyone is free!But before the results come out, no one can leave here!" Wang Meng raised his voice.

"Good!"

He Lao didn't ink, and led Li Musheng, Liu Cuihua and Miao Miao to the laboratory on the second floor, Zhao Ying and the male expert glanced at each other, and also followed upstairs. They were ordered to cooperate with the police, and now the tests are their job. The crowd suddenly flashed out of a way.

After arranging all this, Wang Meng left all the special combat team members here, and drove Mu Ping to the Fencheng Public Security Bureau alone.

Along the way, Wang Meng didn't say a word, but her big mask had been taken off, and sure enough, as Mu Ping expected, although Wang Meng was not particularly beautiful, she could also be classified as a beauty, especially with such a sassy look between her eyebrows, which added a lot of points to her. Qiong's nose, small mouth, and three or five freckles under the left eye, revealing such a clever energy.

Wang Meng didn't speak, Mu Ping couldn't speak, taking advantage of this kung fu, he wanted to recover as much as possible, if he expected it to be good, more than a hundred patients who were hit by the poisonous eggs of the moth worm had to be treated by him in the end, and it was so difficult to treat a Miao Miao, if everyone was like Miao Miao, he would not be exhausted to death.

But since this matter has injured him, there is no reason to back down. His mind was racing, and a plan was gradually taking shape in his mind.

Forty minutes later, the car entered under a building, Wang Meng opened the rear door, Mu Ping got out of the car, after forty minutes of cultivation, his wood vitality has recovered about one-third, and the recovered wood vitality is very condensed, more than double the condensation at the beginning. Don't look at the fact that he has only recovered a third of the time, but at this time his combat power is no less than at his peak. He looked around, although it was already dark at the moment, but the entire office building of the Public Security Bureau was brightly lit, and from time to time he could see policemen in police uniforms coming and going, all with serious faces and hurried steps.

Mu Ping learned from the memory of his predecessor that in peacetime, the police are the group that sacrifices the most, according to incomplete statistics, an average of one policeman every day will dedicate their lives, not even afraid of death, not to mention overtime, when there are still people in the world complaining about "996", there is such a group, if you want to use time to calculate, they are "007", 24 hours a day on duty, seven days a week, for such a heroic group, Mu Ping is also in awe.

Taking the elevator up to the seventh floor, turning left and right, Wang Meng stopped in front of a red-lacquered wooden door, "Report!" she shouted, and when she heard the affirmative answer inside, she gently pushed the door open.

It was a small conference room with only an oval table in the middle, eight chairs, and only three people sitting with their backs to the wall at the moment.

The one on the far left, in his fifties, with a split head, ring-eyed, black-faced and beardless, wears a white training uniform, and is a second-class police commissioner. To his right, there was an old man of about sixty years old, dressed in a gray T-shirt, with white hair, a slightly thin build, and eyes like knives. On the right side of the old man, there was a young man of twenty-five or sixteen years old, a white short-sleeved T-shirt, a white face without a beard, and a moderate figure, sitting there, like a javelin, and like a sharp sword out of the sheath, exuding a rich blood, Mu Ping knew that it was the blood that only those who killed from the pile of dead people could bring, restrained with arrogance, and full of iron and blood in the slaughter.

Wang Meng did not enter the house, she stood behind the door and gently closed the door from the outside.

"You are the Mu Ping who saved Li Miao?"

The three of them stared at Mu Ping with six eyes for a full minute, and then the old man spoke slowly, "Sure enough, the hero is a young man! Please sit down!" he pointed to the chair opposite him.

"Thank you!" Mu Ping walked over to the chair and sat down with a golden sword. There was no nervousness in the whole process.

He had seen too many of this kind of scenes in the Xuan Demon Continent, and he said that the three people in front of him were not his opponents at all, even if they were higher than him, he couldn't be nervous, because he didn't feel any murderous aura from the three of them.

"Mu Ping, I am Li Chengru, director of our Fencheng Public Security Bureau, I am ashamed to say it, I am also a person who came out of Lijiawan, and now the villagers are suffering, I am more worried than anyone else. The middle-aged man in uniform got up and walked to Mu Ping's side, reached out and picked up the bottle of mineral water on the table in front of him, unscrewed the lid, and handed the water bottle to Mu Ping's hand, "You can save Li Miao from the hands of death, I thank you on behalf of Li Jiawan's fathers and fellow villagers!"

"Director Li is serious, I just happened to be at the right time, and the blind cat met the dead mouse. Mu Ping's heart warmed, and he quickly stood up and returned the salute. He fused the memories of his predecessor and knew that in the mortal realm of Huaxia, the director of the public security bureau was already a big official, and such a high-level official was still so approachable, which was simply impossible to happen in the Xuan Demon Continent.

"Classmate Mu Ping, let me introduce myself, my name is Li Zhanyuan, this name is Liu Bing, we are from a special department in Huaxia, it is not convenient to tell you now, you can call me Lao Li or Team Leader Li. We've seen the video of you saving people, and I think we're the same kind of people. The old man's face softened.

Mu Ping felt a burst of disdain in his heart, when would a martial artist with no internal qi be able to compare with a cultivator, but he didn't say anything to refute it, because he still had a plan to implement it with the help of these two people, and it wouldn't do him any good if he got into a stalemate.

The old man looked at Mu Ping's serious and modest face, and suddenly came to a good impression, "The top priority now is to rescue all the victims of Lijiawan, and it is especially necessary to point out that we must find the source of this serious incident, classmate Mu, can you help us?"