Police lounge.

Han Jiayi woke up slowly, and there was a female police officer beside her who took care of her.

Seeing that Captain Han was awake, the female police officer immediately shouted happily: "Team Han, you have finally woken up! How do you feel? Where does it still hurt?"

"Xiao Ruan, hey, why did I go back to the police station, didn't I ...... just now?"

Halfway through the words, Han Jiayi reacted suddenly, and a carp rolled over and sat up.

"By the way, that guy! I haven't asked him yet, what the hell is going on!"

Female police officer Xiao Ruan listened to Han Jiayi's leaping self-talk, and felt confused.

"Team Han, what are you talking about?"

"Not to mention anything else, who sent me to the police station, and what did he say?"

These little ruans all knew that she was busy relaying Zhang Fan's experience of sending Han Jiayi back to Han Jiayi truthfully.

When mentioning Zhang Fan's ghostly skills, Han Jiayi squinted his eyes and thought thoughtfully.

"He said that the drug dealer's den was terminated, it must not be groundless, what about the director, I will take someone to the scene now. ”

"When I received the news, the director had already personally brought people over. Eh, Team Han, you haven't had a good rest yet!"

Regardless of Xiao Ruan shouting from behind, Han Jiayi changed into a police uniform and returned to the scene where the drug dealer's den was located.

When she arrived at the place, Han Jiayi found that the policemen who came and went here in a hurry were all frightened.

"What's going on?"

Along the way, she felt more and more strange, until she also saw the corpse with her own eyes.

His eyes widened suddenly, and Han Jiayi exclaimed, "Those drug dealers! Why are they all dead!?"

When the director heard Han Jiayi's voice, he came out and glanced at the corpse on the ground, his eyes were solemn.

"Jiayi, according to the clues we gathered, you should have been at the scene at the time, I'm curious about what happened, do you still have an impression of this?"

"Director, it's not that I don't want to say it, it's that I've been locked up in the kitchen by drug dealers, and I don't know anything about what's going on outside. ”

Han Jiayi said as she tried to recall and provide clues she could say.

"But when the dealers were about to lock me up in the kitchen and burn me to death, and they were about to move, there was a sudden shouting outside the door, and then the dealers all ran out to check. ”

"Hear shouts at the door, and then they all run out?"

The director asked for some details, and only then did he deduce a possibility based on the scene.

"Could it be a clash between two criminal gangs, after all, to kill so many drug dealers at once, there must be a lot of murderers, and possibly guns. ”

As soon as his words fell, the police and forensic doctors from the forensic department next to him exclaimed: "It's not a gun! Looking at the scars on the corpses, it's not a gun that gave them fatal injuries!"

"They didn't even have a bullet hole on them, except for a headless corpse, and these people died from heavy blows!"

"Strangely, we haven't even found their guns anywhere. ”

Han Jiayi listened to their words, and her brows became tighter and tighter.

She looked down and saw something strange, irregularly shaped, like an iron ball.

After some effort to pick it up and check it, Han Jiayi was immediately stunned.

"Director, come and see! Is this iron ball a lot of guns rubbed together!?"

Hearing Han Jiayi's exclamation, all the policemen at the scene couldn't help but come over and look at her.

The director even personally grabbed the iron ball and looked at it with a solemn expression.

"It's really...... But how can these guns be rolled into an iron ball?"

"And who, under the threat of the drug dealers' guns, forcibly snatched their guns and killed them with heavy blows?"

After the director's words were finished, the audience suddenly fell silent and could be heard.

Everyone looked at each other in shock, and if it weren't for the fact that this was their director's own decision, they would definitely have scoffed.

Can anyone in the world do this? It has to be a god!

Faintly, Han Jiayi's mind flashed Zhang Fan's careless face, catching a little thought.

But this conjecture was too terrifying, and she had no evidence, so she could only swallow the words that came to her mouth.

Looking at the iron ball in the director's hand, Han Jiayi's eyes flickered, and a strange ripple crossed the depths of his eyes.

……

Zhang Fan handed over the mess to the police, turned around and returned home, and saw Shanrou leaning against the door, looking at him with blazing eyes.

"It's been a long time since I let the people of the Order go. ”

"From what I've learned about the organization, it's not like their style, and you have to be more careful. ”

Zhang Fan disdained Shanrou's worries.

"If they dare to come, they will all be killed, do I still need to be afraid of them?"

"It's you who live a peaceful life, and you have to hide the identity of the killer. ”

After saying that, he bypassed Shanrou and went home.

I didn't notice Shanrou looking at his back, and her delicate and beautiful face slowly faded into a smile.

This is the first time that someone cares so much about her.

Rushing to Zhang Fan's repeated help, once he encounters danger, she will never sit idly by.

Secretly determined, Shanrou also pushed the door and went home to sleep.

The night passed in a hurry.

Early in the morning, Zhang Fan called Lin Dong to ask him for leave.

And he, after breakfast, went to the ruins of the old school to wait for the rabbit.

Based on the newly dug up traces of the black spar yesterday, he could judge that those who coveted the black spar would never give up easily.

It's just a formation, and sooner or later the other party will figure out a way to crack it.

Zhang Fan simply stayed at the place where the black spar was buried, and he didn't want to guard it for two days.

The black hedron coveter was cautious and patient enough, and after two days, the man cautiously ran to the ruins to investigate.

Zhang Fan couldn't help but sneer when he saw this sneaky shadow.

Sure enough, it's ghost cultivation again.

Only ghost cultivators can perceive the value of the black spar itself, and only ghost cultivators specialize in absorbing resentment to improve their strength.

However, the ghost cultivator who found this place couldn't have imagined it, and when he buried the black spar, he easily laid a formation around the ruins.

They just wanted to take away the spar and absorb the resentment, and they had to break these formations, so Zhang Fan was not in a hurry to show up, so he looked coldly at what the sneaky figure was doing.

This is a middle-aged man with sunken eye sockets, sallow cheeks, and fleshless cheeks, almost skinny, but at the moment with a fanatical look, he took out a small flag from his pocket.

I saw that he cautiously checked both sides, and when he was sure that there was no one, he sacrificed a small flag and sprinkled his own blood.

The small flag was waving in the wind, causing a cloudy wind to rise in an instant.

Zhang Fan looked at the ghost cultivator and listened carefully, but he couldn't recognize what the door was.

"It's either the evil method that the ghost cultivator has figured out in recent years, or it's the wild way. ”

Seeing that the ghost cultivator sacrificed a small flag, and the wanton approach could not shake the formation in the slightest, Zhang Fan shook his head again and again, and yawned.