Qi Mu after they left. The cat always sat leisurely in the boss's chair and sighed with a cigar.

Swallowing clouds and spitting out fog, cocking Erlang's cat legs, a proper god of the cat world.

And its kittens sat at their desks, incarnated as customer service, in front of the computer, and worked hard.

Meow Meow Co., Ltd., it's quite presentable. Their main job is to collect information and then sell it to customers in need.

It doesn't matter if it's a private matter, a business affair, a trade secret, an extramarital affair, as long as you have money, it's fine.

To put it bluntly, he's a powerful intelligence dealer.

After all, cats exist in every corner of the world. Who hasn't passed by a stray cat or two. It's almost the same as the beggars in martial arts novels.

- "Ding Dong." ”

Mr. Mao's mobile phone rang, and it was still Huawei's latest. This is worthy of its noble status.

It opened WeChat and took a puff on its cigar.

The WeChat avatar is a cat.

And the sender's avatar, it's familiar.

- [Meow, Lord Qiyin.] Following your instructions, I've already leaked the news to Qi Mu. 】

- [Well done.] I've already paid your pay. 】

- [Roger.] Thankyou！ Momda. Meow meow. 】

The cat always flipped through the text messages on his mobile phone, and sure enough, the bank account received a large amount of remittance.

100,000 pieces. The biggest income of the month.

Dealing with the king of hunting, he is really trustworthy.

Well. The news of the grotesque street was deliberately revealed to Qi Mu by the cat.

Draw them in. Revenge on Grotesque Street. This is probably Qiyin's idea. Cats are not stupid, and it is easy to guess the purpose of Qiyin.

Merely...... Meow! It has nothing to do with this meow. The cat is always at ease, and as long as it has money, it is its customer.

It only recognizes money, not people.

Meow, Brother Qimu, if you die, don't blame me. The cat smoked his cigar again contentedly.

While Qi Mu's gang was away, Lan Yi secretly took out his mobile phone.

A person's phone was dialed.

Originally, it was impossible to have a telephone network on this ship, but as long as you do something in your mobile phone, you can talk to the outside world. This is not a problem for people with special abilities.

The phone went through.

"President." Lan Yi called each other so.

"Lan Yi. Why are you only contacting me now? ”

"No way. I've been with Qi Mu and them, but I haven't found a chance. ”

"Then tell me, after this period of observation, is there any movement on Qi Mu's side?"

"He's not particularly out of the ordinary."

The president said, "Keep an eye on him." ”

"That's right." Lan Yi said: "I found that there is someone around him who may be suitable to join us. ”

"Who is it?"

"Mikaka."

"He? Why? As far as I know, he's just an average good student. Not eligible for our membership. ”

"But." Lan Yi said: "I feel that he has this potential. Of course, this is just my instinct. ”

The president pondered for a moment and said, "You continue to spy on them." They can't find out. ”

"Understood."

Lan Yi hung up the phone, just turned around, and suddenly- "Wow! ”

Damn! Scared the hell!

Behind him, Qi Mu was leaning against the wall, playing with an apple in his hand.

"You...... When did you come in?! ”

Silently, it's no wonder if Lan Yi's soul is not scared.

"Just came in."

"Why don't you knock!"

"It's our room, I'm coming back to knock on the door?"

“…… Did you just hear me talking? Lan Yi wiped a cold sweat.

"Nope. No. ”

Qi Mu smiled at him, indicating that he hadn't heard a word.

I believe you're a ghost, you're a bad old man!

Lan Yi had palpitations, thinking to himself, the conversation just now wouldn't have been heard by this guy.

This kid always puts on an unfathomable look all day long.

It's horrible......

"I'm going to take a shower first." Qi Mu said and walked into the bathroom with his clothes.

Looking at his back, Lan Yi suddenly thought: The reason why Qi Mu asked to share a room with him was because he wanted to take the opportunity to spy on his reality?

Sure enough, you still have to be very careful with this person.

After all, he is a legendary genius hunter......

In the real world. By the time Mikaka and the others lingered on the ghost cruise, it had been two days since the outside world.

Today, Mikaka hasn't returned home. He has been missing for two days.

Mi's mother is as anxious as an ant on a hot pot.

In the evening, as soon as Mi Jie came home, Mi Jie's mother ran over, held his hand, and cried bitterly, "Xiaojie, is there any news of Kaka?" ”

Mijay tried to reassure her, "Mom, don't worry. I've assigned someone to look for it. I'm sure I'll get him back. ”

"He's not going to have an accident, is he? Woo, it's all my fault. ”

Mi's mother covered her face and wanted to cry. Mijie helped her to the couch and handed her tissues.

Mom still cried.

Finally, she walked up to her husband's portrait and folded her hands.

"Old Mi, I have your trust and didn't take care of Mikaka. Whining. ”

Mijay also walked over and put his arm on his mother's shoulders to take a look at his father in the portrait. "Mom. I swear I'll make it back safe and sound. ”

"Really?"

"Hmm!"

replied, but Mijie sighed in his heart. This idiot brother actually went to Grotesque Street. I'm afraid it's a lot of bad luck.

He never dared to tell his mother about this. The legend of Grotesque Street has become more and more well-known, and even the TV media have begun to pay attention to it. In any case, the massacre that took place in the subway station that night is hard to hide.

Moreover, the media is pervasive. All kinds of gossip are getting louder, and the pressure on the police is increasing.

On the SA side, there is no news at all. Who does not know what action they will take.

Will my brother return safely?

Sitting on the couch, Mijie smoked a cigarette in distress. It was already dark, and my mother went to bed after washing.

He was left alone in the living room, contemplating alone.

Mijie's memories go back 17 years at this time.

It was a rainy night. Outside, it was pouring rain on the streets.

The weather forecast also indicates that there will be a typhoon the day after tomorrow.

Until more than ten o'clock in the evening. Dad hasn't come back yet. Mom warmed the meal and looked out the window worriedly. She put her arms around 10-year-old Mijie, "Xiaojie, your dad will be fine." ”

At that time, Mijay could deeply understand his mother's anxious mood.

His father was a criminal policeman and ran on the front line all day long. His mother was always worried about his safety.

Finally, after another half an hour, the doorbell rang.