When Qin Yifeng returned to the Rescue Bureau, there were two unfamiliar faces standing at the door.

"May I ask if you are Qin Yifeng who belongs to the Ministry of Foreign Affairs?"

The tone was not friendly, and there was a hint of hostility in the formulaic inquiry. This unusual performance aroused Qin Yifeng's vigilance.

"That's right, who are you?" Qin Yifeng lowered the car window to the height of half of his face, and his eyes scanned the surroundings.

"We are a newly formed picket team of the Ministry of Internal Affairs, which is responsible for dealing with monastics' transgressions. The man on the left took out his ID, and the stamp on the photo was still fresh.

"I don't know what the Ministry of Internal Affairs pickets!" Qin Yifeng recognized at a glance that the document was genuine, but he had no intention of listening.

"Our department hasn't been around for a long time, and it's normal that you haven't heard of it. If anything, we just learned that we were part of the pickets. Wang Lin put away his documents and said without hesitation: "Although our positions are different, we are colleagues in the same courtyard after all." Being honest is good for everyone. You know we're real, and you know what kind of power we're going to have, please don't make it difficult for us!"

Limiting the power of the monastics, putting another shackle on the ascetics—this is something that the official faction has been pushing for. Picket-like proposals often appear on Situ Lingao's desk. The reason why this policy was not really implemented is also very simple: the official faction has no power to check and balance the monasticism.

Qin Yifeng looked at the man who was standing silently beside Wang Lin, and instantly understood the root of this farce that happened in the Rescue Bureau. It wasn't a man, or even a human being, to be exact. Although he couldn't see through his real body, Qin Yifeng could easily distinguish the demonic energy in the air.

The Alien Autonomous Committee, no, there should still be the Demon Clan involved. It seems that the official faction and the committee have been hooking up for more than a day or two, and today they just took advantage of Chen Li's departure to put things on the table. In order to stop Chen Li, the monasticism issued an order with desperate determination that there was no need to be exposed, and at the same time, the official faction found a coveted excuse.

The two pickets were merely showing their attitude, and were not immediately attacking the monastics. After all, it has always been the cultivators who really deal with the strange incidents, and even if they cross the river and demolish the bridge, they can't find the top of the ferry now, and the official faction can only slowly eat away at the power of the cultivators.

Sure enough, Wang Lin had no intention of making things difficult. After calling Qin Yifeng out of the car and asking a few questions, Wang Lin waved his hand and let Qin Yifeng pass. For Ye Qiansi, who was sitting in the back seat, Wang Lin didn't ask as if he was blind.

"I didn't think that one day it would be harder than a ghost to get into the Rescue Bureau. Qin Yifeng laughed at himself and said: "The times have changed, and I have become the residue of the times!"

"You're unhappy, and when you're unhappy, you should watch TV. ”

"Watching TV?" Qin Yifeng parked the car and opened the door to let the evening breeze in.

"Humans are like this, when they are unhappy, they will watch TV all night. ”

Qin Yifeng smiled dumbly: "Are you a human being, you are really educated!"

"I know a human named Li Xian, who watches TV dramas all night when he's upset. ”

"Oh, there are those who really like to watch TV series...... Do you like watching TV series?"

Ye Qiansi nodded: "I like it very much!"

"It's already 3 o'clock in the morning," Qin Yifeng looked at his watch, pushed open the door and said, "Then let's see the dawn!

Chen Li was awakened by the morning sun. The morning sun is not blazing but has a unique vitality, and just shining on your eyelids can let you know that a new day has arrived and it's time to get active!

Chen Li glanced at the young lady who had been standing next to her for a night, and saw that she didn't mean to help close the curtains at all.

"The terminal is about to be reached, please bring your luggage and get ready to get off!"

"Got it, I know, isn't it just borrowing a place to sleep! None of you have overnight passengers?" Chen Li took out mineral water and shook it to turn it into mouthwash.

CHR100 hurried him out of the train Chen Li knew the reason, the train could take him away from the monastic encirclement of the capital, it did not mean that he would be free from the surveillance of the Rescue Bureau. In fact, at least three satellites are aimed at the CHR100 at all times, not including the surveillance cameras along the way.

In a society where technology is king, there is no such thing as a demon hiding in the mountains and forests.

The sight of the atmosphere was instinctively uncomfortable for the CHR100, and it was clear that it blamed the only passenger in the car.

"After walking for half a night, it's time to go to the beach now!" Chen Li looked out the window, and the scenery had obviously changed. Plants that are close to the tropics tend to have larger and broader foliage because they don't need to worry about moisture deep in the soil or protect against the harsh winter cold.

Doodle!

The bagpipes sounded twice in reply, and the speeding past the scenery slowed down.

"Then, thank you for taking care of you along the way, I will give you a five-star review!"

"The terminal is about to be reached, please bring your luggage and get ready to get off!" still with a stiff smile and a pleasant announcement, Miss Paper Man seemed to only repeat this sentence.

"Stingy! If you don't treat the passengers as God's words, you will be unemployed!" Chen Li didn't hesitate, and jumped directly from the train that had not yet stopped. There was no platform or waiting room, and the CHR100 casually left Chen Li on a deserted ridge by the sea.

"If only I could visit the rockets, maybe I could put my own eyes in the sky!" waving to the blue sky, Chen Li walked into the grassy and dense hills.

"If you want to say that human beings are the ultimate fantasy now, it must be romantic space!"

Chen Li, who went back and forth to the capital overnight, had to walk 300 kilometers to return to the downtown area of Xinghai City.

Liu Guanci, who didn't know how big Chen Li had made overnight, was happily wrestling with getting up. Since Chen Li was put into the netherworld, the operation of the Xinghai City Lifesaving Department has been barely maintained by Liu Guanxi sacrificing skin maintenance and staying up all night. To deal with the intentional or unintentional temptation of the Rescue and Protection Bureau, and to fight openly and secretly with the increasingly excessive committee, Liu Guanxi felt that he was definitely Chen Li's mother in his last life, and he had to abandon his husband and son to repay his debts.

The Sword Mei Dao people are of no use except as a deterrent by force, and the one who can help the most is the annoying spider spirit. After proving her loyalty, the widow is deeply involved in the operation of the Rescue Service, which in her words is a blue sky at the mouth of her demon well, and she wants to keep it from the dark clouds. Liu Guanxi, who was so busy, didn't care if you were a monster or a ghost, he threw all the chores on the widow, and he concentrated on the life saving bureau and the committee.

Chen Li's return has not had any positive impact on Liu Guanli's work, and it should be said that there are more things to do. But after seeing Chen Li appear, Liu Guanxi inexplicably felt at ease, and slept for a long time without interruption and without lucid dreams.

The well-rested body does not feel energetic, but is nostalgic for the warm quilt and the faint aroma of the pillow towel.

"The meeting with the committee seems to be coming today? Forget it, ask Ah Jian to go on my behalf, anyway, no matter what they say, don't nod and don't sign. ”

In this regard, the Jianmei Dao person on the other side of the phone responded like this.

"I'm practicing with Jingru, and I'm not free. ”

Liu Guanxi resisted the urge to slam his phone against the wall, and dug up a message from his lazy brain: Yang Jingru decided to enter the meditation cultivation and refine the Dao technique, and found the Jianmei Dao people to cultivate together.

Since Chen Li left the lifesaving department, Yang Jingru has been practicing Taoism day and night, and the hardship of cultivation has made Liu Guanxi feel creepy. That day, after knowing that Ye Qiansi was attacked and the black bead was taken away, Yang Jingru slashed from the street to the end of the alley with the Lotus Flower Treasure Knife, and the number of aliens who died in her hands exceeded three digits, which fully illustrated how fast this ghost slayer maniac who missed the best opportunity to cultivate was progressing.

Because of this, Yang Jingru, who was originally a part-time clerk, said goodbye to the daily paperwork of the rescue department, and only occasionally appeared in the handling of unusual incidents.