Zhang Qingyang's choice of this community is based on the results of yesterday's data summary and analysis.

Relying on his strong spiritual power, he constructed a huge infographic in his mind from the information he had seen, and each node represented a case recorded by the Arrest Bureau.

The community in front of him is an area with a relatively large number of cases and the most frequent abnormal reports in the near future, coupled with the functionality of its positioning, as well as the number of gatherings and circulation of some special groups, etc., which has become his top priority for investigation.

Walk along the community avenue for a while, then turn into the fork on the right periphery, and after a few turns, you will find the most mixed area here.

The houses here are very distinctive, these old buildings built hundreds of years ago, the initial period of the imperial capital, have obvious fortress functional characteristics, rooted in a solid mountain ground, connected by underground tunnels inside, narrow streets and lack of vegetation, the biggest feature is - solid.

It was ten o'clock in the morning, and the shops on both sides of the street had just begun to open, and the rusty iron doors were squeaked open, and the sunlight filtered through the cramped windows, illuminating a corner of the old counter.

It looks like a recession and a broken settlement on the verge of bankruptcy.

Zhang Qingyang knows that every store here is the kind of master who "won't open for three years, and will open for three years".

They do not deal in the goods that ordinary people eat, drink, and Lazar, and most of them are related to some shady trades, and it doesn't matter how big they can buy and sell on the surface.

The morning is the busiest time for business here, and most of the people on the street are tourists from other places, who go to remote corners to find the ancient and satisfy their curiosity.

They often walk into a store in high spirits, and soon come out disappointed, complaining that "nothing is good", "the boss wants to go crazy for money" and so on.

Zhang Qingyang blended in the crowd, going in and out like ordinary tourists, and visited more than a dozen stores in a blink of an eye.

He was indeed looking at the strange, and at the same time, he carefully extended the bridge of the mind to the outside world, capturing all kinds of power fluctuations from the surrounding environment, and easily perceived no less than seven or eight residual traces that matched the characteristics.

Including the Rat God Society and the Shang Clan.

The faint remnant of strength means that there are such dangerous elements in the near future, indicating that he has found the right place.

But not a single definite target was found, neither the shopkeeper nor the tourists.

Zhang Qingyang is not in a hurry, this is already a great gain, those guys are very cunning, they can be active in the imperial capital for so many years without being exterminated, it can be seen that there must be extremely clever hiding methods.

Of course, the Arrest Bureau did not regard them as the primary targets for eradication, and the king-level sandworms and their puppets that could transform into human forms were.

Zhang Qingyang walked slowly one by one, and probably understood the main business and operation mode of this street.

It is a trading center for many illegal materials and materials, such as potions from official laboratories, strange sandworm larvae, mecha modification parts, and even black surgery services for the manufacture of neurons.

Even some officially banned human modification surgeries are secretly marked with a price code.

Zhang Qingyang asked himself, if he had just been in a car accident and was sure that he could not repair the neurons in the days when he was rich, would he have taken the risk of trying this kind of black surgery?

No, most likely not.

But it's hard for others to say, Zhang Qingyang judged through the sporadic information captured by the Bridge of Hearts that there were definitely a lot of similar transactions here.

Where there is chaos and disorder, it is easiest to hide sin.

Zhang Qingyang found at least a dozen guys with abnormal breaths, hiding in the dark corners of the streets and alleys, coldly looking at the strange faces coming and going, probably judging whether it was worth slaughtering, or what were they watching?

It's best not to mess with yourself.

Zhang Qingyang walked as if nothing had happened, and suddenly, there was a familiar smell from a shop in front of him, his eyes lit up, and he walked in.

This is a shop dealing in old and broken things, when he enters, the light and shadow in front of him are dimmed, and the shopkeeper sitting behind the table on the right-hand side raises his head in time, glances at him through the frame with an indifferent gaze, and continues to stare at a piece of broken leather in his hand, moving every centimeter, without the slightest intention of greeting customers.

Zhang Qingyang has become accustomed to the local "characteristics", and walked inside on his own, looking at the various objects displayed on the ancient wooden shelves.

Broken weapons and armor of unknown age, fragments of tissues of certain sandworms and strange creatures, pet eggs without life fluctuations, treasure maps of unknown authenticity, cultural products of certain extinct countries, incomplete books, and countless varieties.

In the counter under the boss, there are also some cards with different functions, rings and jewelry with special functions.

At first glance, each piece seems to be silently telling a legendary story, but on closer inspection, there is a kind of plausibility, and it is difficult to distinguish between truth and falsehood.

Zhang Qingyang worked in the Sand Worm Pavilion, and was taught by the experience of Zhao Fengnian, the old Jianghu, and knew that most of these things on the bright side were used to trick people, and it could almost be said that he was fooled when he bought anything.

He looked at them with great interest, stopping in front of one object at a time, shaking his head and leaving after a while, and then moving on to the next, and so on for ten minutes, five or six of which seemed to be his favorite.

In the end, he ordered three things and asked the boss, "How much are these?"

"Three thousand, five thousand, not for sale. The boss didn't raise his head, and he said in a tone that he loved to buy and not buy and get out.

Zhang Qingyang seemed interested, pointed to the broken boxing gloves and asked, "Why don't you sell this?"

"Waiting for someone who is destined to give it away. ”

"Oh...... I understand. ”

Zhang Qingyang smiled slightly, the free gift is often the most expensive, and it is all a routine.

He picked up a notebook with missing pages and asked, "What about this?"

"A thousand!"

"Fifty!"

Zhang Qingyang has a look of whether you like to sell or not.

The boss finally glanced up at him and said coldly, "I really want it, five hundred." ”

"One hundred. ”

The boss stared at him deeply and nodded: "Deal." ”

Zhang Qingyang casually rolled up the notes, handed over the money, and left.

He was all gone, and the boss put down the leather in his hand, got up and stood behind the window, and looked coldly at a strong man across the street who was smoking a cigarette with his arms crossed.

The strong man looked up at each other, silently crushed the cigarette butt, and followed with his hands in his pockets.

Zhang Qingyang immediately found the "tail" and continued to shop quietly, and the object he had just seen appeared in his mind at the same time.

He found the object that emitted the anomalous fluctuations, a palm-sized, broken wooden plaque carved with a five-clawed dragon.

He had seen the pattern of this thing in the information left by Elder Yu, and it was determined that it had a lot to do with the Divine Dragon Society.

"I didn't expect to find the token of the Divine Dragon Society here, and it was so obvious, was it deliberately attracting attention?"

Zhang Qingyang secretly thought, this is an unexpected joy, right? But at the moment, it is best not to make extraneous branches.

Well, the thing is there anyway, and it shouldn't be able to run for a while.

He calmed down, ignored the existence of the "tail", and continued to visit a few shops, and unconsciously it was close to noon, and there were obviously more people on the street, and even some small intersections were crowded.

Zhang Qingyang was about to put an end to it for the time being, turning towards a fork in the road that led directly to the outside of the community, when he suddenly caught a familiar figure in the crowd, and at the same time sensed the unique aura coming from his body.

The people of the Rat God Society!

The man flashed into a store, Zhang Qingyang was about to follow the past, carefully identifying the specific appearance of this person, and suddenly noticed that there were a few unkind eyes sweeping by the side, and then the two young men came over with things in their arms.

Zhang Qingyang suddenly knew that something was wrong, his body shrank suddenly, and he deftly passed through the cracks in the people, and rushed out of the faint encirclement of those people in three or two steps, drowning in the flow of people.

"Damn, this kid is so slippery that he found us ahead of time. ”

One of the young men said indignantly, and threw the package into the trash can, and there was a crisp "click" inside, and a pile of broken porcelain pieces was scattered.

The other pair of eyes flashed with a fine light, and sneered confidently: "Don't worry, there is always a chance, those who have been here once can't help but come a second time." ”