In the end, Zheng Zhinan did not persuade Hai En to go to the museum to solve the matter of the copper coin, and in the end, Zheng Zhinan could only arrange a car to send Hai En back to Pingjiazui.

Before leaving, Hae En told Zheng Zhinan that he needed to prepare the application of the treatment tomorrow, so there was no need to contact him in the morning, and when it was done, he could come over by himself.

Then Hain was sent back to Pingjiazui, back to the rental house, and Hain took out the Qiankun bag. The big bag took out more than forty packets of things and began to dispense medicine.

In the end, Hain was matched with a total of nine copies, and especially wrote the words 'Zheng Nao's future' on the last one.

After everything was ordered, Hain lay down and raised his mobile phone and began to check information on the Internet, all the news about the transnational business group was searched, Hain looked at it, the content was similar, it was all scenes.

However, after looking at the accompanying picture of the article, Hain really saw something, that is, although this transnational business group claims to be composed of chambers of commerce from many countries, black-haired and yellow-skinned East Asians account for more than half of it.

It's the happy hour circus that accompanies it, and it's full of foreigners, and they're all the kind of foreigners with high cheekbones, deep eye sockets, and big noses.

Hayne didn't know why, but he suddenly became interested in this circus, and he clicked on the relevant link to see that the pictures and text descriptions were much richer than the transnational trade group.

Moreover, each member of the group had detailed archives, so Hayne opened those archives one by one and looked at them.

Circus Director: Smith Irving.

Smith is pictured wearing a top hat, a tuxedo, a lanky face, and the most distinctive feature is his well-groomed water chestnut beard.

A magician himself, Smith founded the circus more than a decade ago and has led the troupe to more than 20 countries and won many awards at international circus competitions.

And the following one is the information of the magician Hanton, Hain didn't expect that the young Hanton turned out to be the deputy head of the regiment:

Hanton, Kabinsk, magician, good at all kinds of close-up magic, escape techniques...

Seeing this, Hain frowned, because he saw that in the last column of Hanton's resume, it was actually written about mind control.

This one aroused Hayne's interest, and he clicked on the link to mind control, and the link contained some screenshots of Hanton performing on the show, with a text description underneath each screenshot.

Hain swiped his finger across the screen, looking at the screenshots, but as he swiped and swiped, his body suddenly shook like an electric shock, and then he hurriedly swiped down the screen again, and scratched down the third picture he had just scratched.

In that picture, Hanton is looking ahead with his hands flat and his eyes blazing, and a meter in front of him is a rope erected more than two meters high.

Hain looked at the picture carefully, and after looking at it for a long time, he was sure that this trick was the 'rope to the sky' in the classical trick, Hain couldn't help but squint his eyes when he saw this, and he muttered: "It seems that this Hanton... There's something in your hands! ”

Then Hayne withdrew from Hanton's information, and looked at the files of the other members of the circus, and said that this circus is indeed not simple, and everyone has a little skill in making a move.

After reading all the information, Hain exited the page and typed the words "Y City Museum" into the search engine.

This time it was a search, Hain clicked on the search and opened a page, Hain looked at it and couldn't help but sigh lightly.

This page is as shabby as the museum, with a distant view of the western-style building and a page introduction of more than 100 words.

The search page where Hayne exited the museum swiped across the screen, and in addition to that search, the following were all ghost stories about the museum, but this kind of ghost story seemed to be applied from other stories.

Hain swiped to the bottom of this page, he clicked on the next page, and when the page jumped, Hain only glanced at it, and he sat up with a "Teng", he looked at the first message on the second page and frowned.

It was a news item from many years ago with the headline:

Yang Mingfang, a well-known archaeologist, served as the honorary deputy director of the Y City Museum.

This is a report of nearly 1,000 words.

At the bottom of the article is a half-length photo of Yang Mingfang herself.

Hain looked at that photo, and he knew that that person was Yang Mingfang!

And speaking of Yang Mingfang, he is simply a saint-level existence among the people in the Dao Sect.

This man's external title is archaeologist, visiting professor at a prestigious university, bishop of ancient history.

And in the Daomen, his identity is the predecessor of the 'Sheng' generation.

In the Daomen, the current big typesetting is 'Shun Chenglong, prosperous, Qingping', and Haien's generation is 'Ping'.

Therefore, on the big layout of the Daomen, Hai En wants to call Yang Mingfang too master, and the high rank is not a matter of saying it, this Yang Mingfang is really capable, I dare not say that I am a soldier, but turning my hands into clouds and covering my hands for rain, it is absolutely no problem.

Then the problem arises, Yang Mingfang, such a great power, actually works in such a little-known small museum, and he is only a second-in-command.

Thinking of this, Hain couldn't help but say to himself: "Could it be that this museum is a temple demon?"

If Yang Mingfang can only serve as the deputy director of this museum, then what kind of existence is the main owner of this museum?

Hayne had never been so interested in a person's identity, so he went back to the search engine interface and typed in the words 'Director of the City of Y Museum'.

However, this time, the search results are all entries from the director of a certain museum, and as for the director of the museum in Y city, there is not even half a word.

Hain flipped through a few pages of the web page, and as the web page changed, Hain's brows became more and more furrowed, and now it is the age of high-speed information, in this era, if this person does not have any information on the Internet, then there are only two possibilities.

The first: this person is an ordinary flat-headed common man, unknown, and no one knows him except for people in their own circle.

However, obviously, to attract a saint to be his deputy, this person is definitely not the kind of ordinary ordinary people.

Then, it must be the second possibility: the director of this museum is probably a terrifying existence at the level of an earth immortal who is hidden in the city.

And Hayne once had the privilege of meeting a person of this level, speaking of which, it was more than ten years ago, and until today, Hayne has not figured out what people's surnames are.

And now, there is such a top boss hidden in Y City.

Suddenly, Hain's eyebrows jumped, he thought of something, and in order to verify his suspicions, Hain had to go to the museum to meet the big guy.

However, when he thought of going to meet the big guy, Hain's heart suddenly had no bottom, this kind of person is very accidental, so he went rashly, and he didn't mention it if he could see it.

If you see it, if people ask Hain what is the matter, it can't be said that he is going to see what the great immortal looks like, it is definitely the ultimate death option.

Therefore, although there is a big guy under his nose, it is better not to provoke as much as possible.

Thinking of this, Hain thought about it, what if it was to create an opportunity?

But as soon as this idea came out, he rejected it, which is to take the big guy for a fool.

So Hain gave up the idea of meeting the big guy, after all, the opportunity has not come, it is better not to look for something.

Hain looked at the time on the phone at this time, and it was past eleven o'clock, Hain turned the phone to the side, then lay down and closed his eyes, and fell asleep after a while.

The next morning, Hain got up and left his rental house with the medicine he had prepared yesterday.

He needed to find an open place, and he walked all the way north, out of the factory area, and after the construction site, Hain plunged headlong into the wilderness.

After walking for about twenty minutes, Hain came to a melon field, it was late autumn and early winter, and the watermelons in the field had already pulled the seedlings, leaving only a withered melon vine, and Hain saw that this was here.

He walked into the melon field, chose a flat place, dug nine pits in the ground, and then put nine paper packets in the pits and opened them.

The bread here was made of all kinds of grains and grains, and then Hain reached into his bosom and took out a talisman, he took the talisman in his left hand, and took out three of them with his right hand, and shook it casually, and the talisman spontaneously combusted without fire.

Hain held the burning talisman in his right hand, and when the talisman was completely burned to ashes, Hain shook his hand, and the talisman ashes were scattered on the grain powder.

Hain used his index finger to stir the talisman ash and powder well, and then ignited three more talismans.

After the nine packets of powder were all mixed with talisman ash, Hain sat down on the ground, he looked up at the sky, the sky is really good today, the sun is very full, and there is no wind and no air, it is really a good weather to dry grain.

It was noon, and Hain looked at it, and the grain powder was already a little yellowish, and he clicked on it and muttered to himself, "Okay."

Then he began to get up and pack up, taking the nine packets of powder into his arms, and Hain reflexively went back to his rental house.

Hain entered the house and reached out to pick up the mobile phone from the dead man's lying down and took a look, this Zheng Zhinan was really punctual, he said yesterday that he didn't need to contact him in the morning, and as soon as it was past twelve o'clock, the call came.

Haien dialed Zheng Zhinan's phone and asked, "Senior brother, didn't I say that you don't need to contact me, I need to prepare medicine, I'll go over now!"

I only heard Zheng Zhinan say: "Hey! Senior brother, it's not me this time, it's Vice Dean Du, he sent a car to pick you up! ”

As soon as Haien heard that it was Vice Dean Du, he immediately thought that the goods should have finished giving medicine to Vice Dean Huang.

Hain smiled and said, "What about them!"

Zheng Zhinan replied: "They are waiting for you at the fritter stall!"

Hain said "Got it" and hung up the phone, and when he came to Sister-in-law Li's commissary, he saw a black car parked at the entrance of the commissary.

Before Hain could get closer, two people came out of the commissary, and as soon as they saw Hain, one of them immediately greeted him, and the other opened the back door.

Greeting Haien's person and Haien, he immediately smiled and said, "Sir, have you eaten!"

Hain was about to say "no" but the man followed him: "If you don't eat, I'll go to that shop and buy you two loaves of bread!"

Hain swallowed back the two words that came to his lips, and instead of speaking, he nodded at the man, and then walked to the car and got into the back seat.

After the two men sat in the front seat, the person in the driver's seat started the car, and the man drove far worse than the fly, and the sudden start and stop along the way made Hain determine three things.

First: Vice President Du seems to have set a time for these two people, and I'm afraid it has run out of time now.

And Hai En understood as soon as he thought about it, it seems that Vice Dean Du is on the day shift today, and he doesn't want Vice Dean Huang to contact Hai En.

Then don't ask, these grandsons must have taken the plaster he put on those people for testing, there are three ingredients in it that were exchanged for the underworld, which are not available in the three rooms of the yang world.

It seemed that the dean was thinking about his plaster again.

And how could Vice Dean Du miss this opportunity, he must have packed up with the dean and wanted to ask Hai En for the formula.

Second: The person who drove the car is probably a relative of Vice President Du, and he is definitely not the hospital driving the ambulance anyway.

Good guy, if he drives like this, ordinary patients can be shaken into critical patients, and critical patients have the possibility of being shaken to death.

And this third point, then don't think about it, this car is definitely Vice President Du's, and it is definitely not this person.

Who would be willing to drive their own car like this!