Lingjiang City, somewhere.

From the outside, this mansion looks like it has been abandoned for a long time.

The open iron fence gate is rusty, the garden has long since lost its former beauty because it has not been cleaned for a long time, and the beautiful roses are hidden by weeds. The swimming pool is also about to become a stinky pool.

The corners of the mansion are overgrown with weeds.

In the halls and staircases, as well as in the corridors, there are already quite a few cobwebs.

A few of the tattooers walked around, oblivious to the spiders hanging in mid-air. They didn't come to Lingjiang City to enjoy, let alone clean the room, but to shoulder an important task.

Everyone, including the ghost, is not in the slightest mood to care about the cleanliness and hygiene of the mansion, let alone a spider, even if there is a python crawling in the room, it will not attract much attention.

The ghost is a person who lives and eats very regularly.

This pattern has existed for too long, forming a very strong biological clock.

If there wasn't much going on, the start time of his meal last day wouldn't be half a minute different from today's time. Every time you eat food, it is a good match, according to the nutrition that is most conducive to the development of the human body.

He eats milk, soy milk, steamed buns, beef, tomato scrambled eggs, etc. day after day, rarely changing the quantity and type of food, and even the method is the same.

If you are an ordinary person, this way of eating is already overwhelming.

The ghost has been in this habit for more than ten years. So, he became the most powerful of all the ghost messengers.

But in the last two days, he suddenly changed the pattern of eating, and this pattern was broken by his excitement, and he spent more time on planning in addition to paying attention to the news.

The day he was waiting for was getting closer and closer, and he was reluctant to sleep. Reluctant to waste any time, he carefully planned any of these links, and even, in order to be able to occupy an overwhelming advantage, he also did whatever it took to strengthen the strength of Hell in Lingjiang City after gaining the trust and help of the prison envoy.

The super soldier Torres Boone has long been unable to bear it, and he can't find a place to vent his powerful abilities. Yesterday, he was in a two-story villa and demolished the room. The load-bearing walls cracked and the house crumbled. His frantic energy didn't stop, just waiting for the roof to collapse and smash the super soldier underneath, but his body was as strong as steel and iron, and he didn't suffer much damage. Fortunately, this matter did not spread, otherwise if he was caught by the media, he might not know what kind of article would be written, and the face of the Science and Defense Bureau would be lost by him.

In addition, Long Jiangyun, the leader of the Dragon Pattern Society, has also come to find the ghost more than once, and the two have discussed the plan of things many times, and there have been some unpleasant disputes over some things.

The reason for the quarrel is that the two have different views. Long Jiangyun believes that the ghost's actions in Lingjiang City are too big and have already attracted the attention of the police, and there should not be so many people dying because of this. On the contrary, the ghost felt that Long Jiangyun was too benevolent to women, and he should do whatever it took to achieve great things.

If you want to do a great thing, you must step on the bones of people. The more bones you have under your feet, the closer you are to success, that's the ghost's point of view.

He prayed sincerely, the excitement in his eyes flickered, as long as he did this, he was likely to become a prison envoy, and he could directly meet the prison emperor in the future.

In his heart, he preferred to be called the Prison Emperor Xià.

Squeak!

Pushing open the dilapidated wooden door, there were already tattooers waiting.

The ghost asked, "What has he been doing in the last two days?" ”

Wenshi bowed deeply, and then said slowly: "Flirting in the Night King's K hall, I went to the 'Most Beautiful Voice' draft site today, and there is no vision." The strength of the target is too strong, and his subordinates dare not follow up. ”

"Well, you're doing a great job!" The ghost put his hands behind his back and said with a gloomy face: "It's really a pity that such a powerful tattoo ability falls on him!" ”

The tattoo asked in a low voice, "Ghost messenger, Huayin Records?" ”

The ghost said coldly: "Just do your own thing, don't worry about anything else, I have my own plans!" ”

The tattoo man's body trembled, and he responded, "Yes!" ”

……

In the morning, Zhou Changshan did not go to work at the public security bureau at the specified time, and there was no one to see all morning.

disappeared with him, as well as the police flower He Xiaoxiao.

Zhou Changshan sent a text message to his subordinates on his mobile phone early, and gave a simple explanation, as for what he did, no one knew.

The officers asked about something, but their mobile phones were turned off. This makes everyone wonder. Shake off the shopkeeper, this is not Zhou Changshan's style. Zhou Changshan left the office and went out to work, and He Xiaoxiao went out with him.

Several police officers gathered to discuss, and they thought that Captain Zhou must be on a secret and dangerous mission, which might have something to do with the mystery.

Although He Xiaoxiao is a woman, she is super strong in terms of comprehensiveness, and she has been a long-term partner with Captain Zhou, and it is most normal for them to go out together to solve the case.

The officers only guessed half right, and at this time, Zhou Changshan was wearing simple jeans and shirts, casually looking like he was going on vacation. And He Xiaoxiao is also dark pants and a pink T-shirt. One of them looks like a calm company boss, and the other looks like a young and beautiful company employee.

They did not go to the scene of the crime, they had seen enough corpses in the past few days, and all kinds of frightened and painful expressions made them feel the weight of their responsibility.

When it was time for He Xiaoxiao to eat, she didn't have any appetite at all. She closed her eyes every time and forced herself to swallow hard. After being a police officer for so long, she didn't think that seeing dead people would have much effect on her. But the death of those people was too cruel.

"Xiao He, if you can't stand it physically, go home and rest for two days. If there's anything to do, I'll call you directly. Zhou Changshan drove the car, and his tone sounded a little worried.

From Tang Yulan to Lingjiang, it seemed that this place was chaotic, for more than three months, they had something to do every day, and even the time off work was reduced.

"It's okay, Team Zhou, it may be that I've stayed up a little more in the past two days, and my stomach is hot. I don't feel very good when I eat in the morning. He Xiaoxiao shook her head, looking at the unclear weather outside the car window, and a layer of gray haze shrouded in mid-air.

Her pretty face was sad, she looked preoccupied, her hands were lightly clenched into fists, buckled on her knees, and the oblique bangs on her forehead swayed along the autumn breeze outside the car window.

The two drove a domestic Besturn car and wandered around the west district of Lingjiang City, aimlessly.