At this time, the villa was surrounded by special police with heavy weapons inside and out, and Ning Zhiwei was almost stopped outside, until he showed his documents, and was sent in by a group of soldiers with reverent eyes.

The hall had been electrified, the mess had been cleaned up, the lavishly decorated space was left with only sofas and chairs, and the guests who had previously attended the dinner were being arranged to leave by SWAT, leaving only a few people inside.

Song Zhiguo sat on the sofa with a calm face, there were more than a dozen people who stayed in Beijing wearing masks, guarding behind him without saying a word, the overly condensed atmosphere made everyone who evacuated dare not say anything to complain, not everyone in the National Security Bureau can afford to provoke, even if they are all illustrious, but Song Zhiguo is not from an ordinary family.

What's more, they seem to be involved in some kind of trouble, and remaining silent is the wisest choice.

When the guests were almost gone, Ning Zhiwei was late.

A group of people who were comparable to statues before immediately flocked to her, and even Director Song, who had always been calm, was anxious, "Zhiwei, what's going on outside." ”

Ning Zhiwei looked worried, "They are all dead, Song Bureau, you send a few members of the service team to clean up, and I will report to you when I go back to the specific situation." ”

Director Song nodded solemnly, "Okay, you've worked hard." He turned around and ordered a few people to go to the back mountain to clean up the battlefield.

"Sister Zhiwei, you're not hurt, are you?"

A big man with a mask came up to her, such a familiar voice that she could recognize even without her divine sense, she smiled slightly, "I'm fine, Brother Zhang." ”

It's no wonder that Zhang Qiang is worried, because Ning Zhiwei at this time does look very wolfy.

The little red dress had been cut to tatters by the aftermath of the battle between Abigail and Boronst, and her □□ skin was covered with pitch-black mud and dust, and she was even barefoot—the inconvenient pair of high heels was still thrown away by her.

Her current image is more like a little girl in distress than a heroine who saved a living room man.

The next moment, a white blazer was draped on her body, Ning Zhiwei's body stiffened, turned around hesitantly, and called in a low voice, "Dad." ”

Ning Yayang hummed softly, and carefully wiped the dust and mud marks off her face for her, and even asked for a pair of shoes for the lady who had not left the scene.

was as intimate and pampered as always, but Ning Zhiwei was uneasy, because he didn't say a word, and he was unusually silent.

She was silent, at his mercy.

"You're a teammate?"

Ning Yayang carried Ning Zhiwei on the sofa, and only at this time did his eyes reveal unprecedented complexity, facing a few masked people next to him who came over because of curiosity, with a certain kind of inquiry in his dark eyes.

"Uncle Ning, hello."

Zhang Qiang and the others hurriedly stood up straight, saluted Ning Yayang with a military salute, and greeted them in unison.

How could he know the thoughts of a few people in the ability group.

In everyone's impression, Zhiwei, a little girl, can be called a god among gods, she is a master who is in her hands on weekdays, and she looks calm and calm, but in front of Ning Yayang, she is like a mouse seeing a cat.

The co-author is behind the scenes.

Ning Yayang probably guessed something, "Is Weiwei very powerful?" ”

"Of course, Sister Zhiwei is the strongest one among us."

Zhang Qiang glanced at Director Song and saw that he had no objection, so he replied, "She also saved my life." ”

"What's more, Sister Zhiwei has saved us many times."

"Yes, yes, Uncle Ning, you gave birth to a good daughter, which is amazing."

The others began to add in a gossipy manner, except for the news that must not be leaked according to the confidentiality regulations, the others were all trembling by this group of gossip men.

Ning Zhiwei's heart gradually sank, and the feelings that her father had hidden couldn't escape her pervasive divine sense.

"Mr. Ning, you go back first, Zhiwei still needs to stay and explain some things."

Director Song saw that Ning Yayang was wrong, inserted into the conversation of several people, and looked at him deeply, "Regarding your daughter's problem, we will give you an explanation." ”

Ning Yayang nodded in a trance, "Okay, I see." ”

Before leaving, he couldn't help but glance back at Zhiwei, and found that the child had faded away from the familiar Ru Jiaohan, his face was calm and cold, and his dark eyes were bottomless, like a pool of ancient wells, looking at him calmly and without waves.

Such a strangeness was like the cold and heartless female voice he heard in the lounge not long ago.

Until he left the villa, he couldn't forget the child's eyes.

"Zhiwei, your father probably can't accept your identity as an agent for a while, so explain it well when you go back. However, don't forget about the confidentiality regulations. ”

"Song Bureau, I know."

Ning Zhi nodded slightly, he couldn't see any fluctuations, and calmly began to report what happened tonight.

"So, do you suspect that the zombie factory was established by the Blood Clan in collusion with some officials in the country?"

Song Ju was really not surprised by the existence of the blood clan, anger and distress appeared on his face, "That group of scum who are vegetarian meals. ”

The anger that could not be concealed was only for a moment, and Song Ju quickly calmed down, "So, the Prince of the Blood Clan is dead?" Died with the Strangers of the Sanctuary? ”

"I can't guarantee it."

Ning Zhiwei shook his head cautiously, "The high-level blood clan can't be killed. ”

So, despite not noticing anything out of the ordinary, she took the Sword of Zorro, which would be her only bargaining chip against Boronst in the future.

The atmosphere became a little solemn.

"I'll report this to the organization, so you don't have to worry about it for the time being."

Director Song sighed and looked at Ning Zhiwei worriedly, "Tonight's matter, although I have already ordered people to be silenced, but the Holy Domain has vast magical powers, and I don't know how long you can hide the matter of killing the Holy Domain's supernatural powers, so you have to be careful next, I will send someone to protect you secretly." ”

"I know it, but I'll protect it."

Ning Zhi paused slightly, didn't know what to think, and immediately changed his words, "Song Bureau, arrange them for my family." ”

Director Song could only nod helplessly.

Ning Zhiwei is highly powerful and highly valued by his superiors, and if something accidentally happens, it will definitely be a loss for the Functional Bureau. However, he must admit that the protection personnel of the Anomaly Group are really of little use to her, and it is better to protect her family so that she has no worries.

At three o'clock in the morning, when Ning Zhiwei went back, the lights in the house had been turned off, and the whole family had fallen asleep, leaving only a little dark light flickering in the living room, which was clearly extinguished.

With a burst of shuffled footsteps, she sat down on the sofa and looked at the man across from her, shrouded in smoke, not knowing what to say for a while.

Ning Yayang instinctively pinched off the cigarette and threw it into the ashtray that was already full of cigarette butts, and then looked at the ashtray for a long time.

I don't know how long it took for his hoarse voice to sound with difficulty, "When did this happen?" ”

"In the summer vacation after the college entrance examination, in the hospital." After confessing, she felt a sense of relief, and subconsciously, she always felt that she was a thief.

With a bang, the ashtray was touched by him on the coffee table, and it was about to collide with the floor, and something magical happened, the ashtray suddenly stopped in mid-air, as if an invisible hand dragged it, and then slowly moved up, and was put back on the coffee table, and even the position has not changed.

Ning Yayang almost thought that she was too anxious and hallucinated.

He wiped the soot from the edge of the ashtray and looked at the blurred figure opposite, his expression struggling, "Who are you?" ”

"A powerless one who has taken your daughter's body." Her voice was calm, "It's a hidden secret, but I feel like you have the right to know." ”

There were a few suppressed sobs in the darkness, the poor father didn't care about the so-called Paranormal, he couldn't accept the fact that his precious daughter was dead.

"My daughter, is she really dead?"

Ning Zhiwei suddenly felt sad, the monk's sensitive five senses allowed her to be uncontrolled by the darkness, and she could clearly see the scarlet eyes of the person opposite, the face of pain and struggle, and the tears flowing on it.

At this moment, she was able to fully comprehend his mood, the mood of a father.

"It's so slim that it's hard to peep." She lowered her head and avoided his gaze, "Maybe she's fallen into reincarnation, or maybe she's alive in another interface, I don't know." ”

Only Ning Yayang's pathetic wry smile answered her.

"If you can't accept it, I can leave now."

"Nope. No. Ning Yayang was startled and looked at her in a panic, "It's not your fault, you are a good boy." ”

Although she occupies Wei'er's body, as a daughter and granddaughter's obligations, she has not done anything less, and even Wei'er is not as filial and sensible as her.

Even before the terrorist attack, she always thought about his safety, and the hall was full of guests, and only he understood why he had entered the lounge on the right, because he was the closest to there......

This bit of affection is also the reason why he can't be angry with her even if he guesses the truth.

People are not plants and trees, who can be ruthless.

"Kid, what's your name?"

Ning Zhiwei looked at him in surprise, his eyes slowly turned red, "Ning Zhiwei, my name is also Ning Zhiwei." ”

"Ning Zhiwei."

Ning Yayang whispered her name, "Could this be the will of heaven?" ”

Ning Zhiwei silently did not speak.

"As for your identity, let it be a secret between you and me, don't tell your mother about them." Ning Yayang looked at her with complexity and expectation, "Continue to be the daughter of our Ning family, are you still willing?" ”

"Dad, I do."

Ning Zhiwei didn't expect this result, she was surprised and happy in her heart, and a thought gradually matured in her mind, "You and your mother are still young, let's have another child." ”

Ning Yayang looked at her in surprise and puzzlement, "Why?" Since I admit that you are my daughter, I will naturally be sincere to you. ”

"Because I won't get married in the future, the Ning family may be doomed."