Beichuan City is not far from Haoyang City, close to the northwest direction, and has a population of 10 million. Due to the geographical position in a very favorable key position, the development of economy, transportation and industry can be said to be the best in the country.

Qin Luo and Xiao Hei were teleported to the funeral site, and the funeral ceremony was extremely grand. The mournful music echoed all around, and the solemn black and white interspersed in the black and oppressive crowd, and their expressions were gloomy. An atmosphere of mourning and sorrow pervaded, occupying half of the street outside the mourning hall.

Among the condolences were many high-level politicians who often appeared on the news.

She slid the information of the deceased from her watch, and the suspicion in her eyes remained unswerving.

Mayor of Beichuan City, Lin Anhao.

47 years old.

He was honest and upright during his lifetime. Although people have passed the age of knowing their fate, they still have clear facial features and a lofty spirit.

……

It's sure to look good when you're young.

Qin Luolou crooked, silently spurned himself in his heart and immediately concentrated his energy.

There are not many such clean officials.

Sighing slightly, she released her consciousness to cover the entire area.

No response.

"Meow?"

Xiao Hei moved his pointed ears, also puzzled.

"Let's go, there are no dead souls here."

Qin Luo's perception has always been keen, and even she didn't detect it, that is, there really isn't.

[Sister, where did Lin Anhao's soul go?] ]

The black cat followed at her feet, going against the flow of people.

"Can't find it." Qin Luo's pace slowed down, "I have passed away, or, disappeared." ”

[What does that mean?] The cat listened to the fog and humbly raised its head and asked.

"A character like Lin Anhao has a certain chance of directly entering reincarnation after death to avoid the suffering of the six realms, of course, it is also under the guidance of the sacrificial spirit. But my information shows that he has not reached the time limit of Yangshou, and he has more than ten years left, but he died suddenly. ”

Xiao Hei listened carefully, [But what we received was that Lin Anhao died normally.] ]

"That's right, so his soul is unusually missing or wandering and lost. Someone has taken him away, or he has been devoured and scattered. ”

Moreover, Lin Anhao was famous and did good deeds before he died, so it is not easy for ghosts to 'lure' him. The only explanation is that someone needs a powerful soul like Mayor Lin to do something shady, and even tampered with the records without telling everyone and forcibly took him away.

This enemy should not be underestimated.

Qin Luo paused, suddenly raised his hand and opened his watch to connect to the Ghost Hunter Headquarters.

"Inform the whole group to pay attention to the movements of those adults with clean or innocent souls in the near future, especially high-level leaders and great people and celebrities, in case of accidents, they must take action to protect me, and if they can't summon me in time."

"Uh, yes!"

The other party was stunned for a few seconds, and responded directly without asking the reason.

One can imagine how high Qin Luo's prestige and credibility are among them.

[Sister, what should we do now?] ]

A sneer on the girl's lips curled up with no warmth, "Talk to Jiang Zizhan." ”

The cat blinked its round black eyes, could it be related to him? [Isn't he gone?] ]

This time, Qin Luo didn't answer it immediately, and instead his gaze fell on a young policeman on the periphery.

The figure is handsome, the legs are slender and toned, and the hard face is clearly defined, half of which is imprinted in the curved shadow cast by the police hat.

The chin to neck line is graceful, like a masterful carved work of art that reveals the wild.

For the first time, Qin Luo felt that good eyesight was a great thing, and she could clearly appreciate the man's slanted sword eyebrows, high nose bridge, and beautiful thin lips that were thin and tightly pursed.

He stood straight, his sharp eyes revealing imperceptible exhaustion, covered with blood and dust.

's outstanding appearance, and the ascetic atmosphere of both good and evil, attracted many little girls to frequently cast shy glances from peeking.

Lin Zhi's clenched fists under his sleeves were bruised because he was too hard, and he couldn't believe that the two fathers and sons, who were still drinking and chatting a few days ago, were now the only ones left with him.

I am an abandoned orphan, and I am afraid that the luckiest thing in this life may be to meet Lin Anhao. From adopting him, to teaching him to grow up, until leaving, this person who played an important role in life as a brother and friend disappeared inexplicably.

The arrogant and cold figure is like an iceberg unmelted proud bone cedar, sad and confused, and looks extremely lonely.

In addition to live broadcasts on high-level funerals, there are usually many young reporters mixed in, and Lin Zhi's appearance has undoubtedly won their favor.

This little black was still waiting for Qin Luo to solve his doubts, and when he saw that this guy suddenly stopped moving, he climbed down and looked at her concern, speechless for a while.

Damn, where did that tall and handsome guy come from!

This officer's insight seemed to be extraordinary, and his sensory nerves were keenly aware of the different wisps of sight from most of his eyes, and he gently tilted his head to accurately capture Qin Luo on the other side.

When his eyes met, Qin Luo was stunned for a moment, then smiled politely at him, and then remembered what was going on. “…… Xiao Hei, what did you just ask me for? Blackie? ”

The tsundere black cat has abandoned her and gone away.

A cat rushed home one by one and found that Jiang Zizhan not only did not leave, but also occupied Jiang Zichun's hammock, his tablet, and his clothes.

Qin Luo was in a trance and thought he was stupidly back.

"I don't know, Qin Luo, you are really a paradise here, you don't want Jiang Zichun, raise me!"

Dangling on the cradle-like bed, Jiang Zizhan said eagerly to Qin Luo, who was speechless at his words.

Not for anything else, he was bored before, so he played with the water spirit mirror again, and the more he looked at it, the more angry he became.

Jiang Zichun eats, drinks and sleeps well all day long, which day is not a nutritious breakfast, a hearty lunch, a healthy dinner, and there are so many ghost movies that can be enjoyed slowly, than he watched the text day and night in the company Jiàn I don't know where the comfort is.

The point is, he's a white-eyed wolf.

Qin Luo is so good to him, this guy even has bad intentions.

Jiang Zizhan came to her with a fart, like a little tail, Qin Luo poured water and took the cup diligently, Qin Luo sat on the sofa and pretended to pat the ashes first, and then let her lean on the pillow.

"Alright, I have something to ask, sit down." She pressed Jiang Zizhan's face and pushed him away, raised her chin and motioned for him to roll over and sit down.

"What's wrong? Figured it out? Jiang Zizhan fluttered and flickered her long eyelashes, and her sparkling black eyes looked at her expectantly.

Qin Luo held the lemonade and said coolly: "You know, where did Lin Anhao's soul go?" ”

＠(￣-￣)＠

What do you say?

Jiang Zizhan tilted his head to look at her, his appearance was still innocent, but his tone gradually became cold, and he half-mocked and half-smiled: "What do you think I can do when I can't do anything now?" ”