Team An frowned, and after ending the call, he dragged a chair and sat down, staring at Song Qing with his hands on his chest.

He still remembered this newcomer who only entered the guard team yesterday, a recent graduate, introverted and not much to say, and the personnel who went out to patrol the guard hall were all three or five coarse, and when she came in, Captain An was very impressed.

But for some reason, after only one day's work, this newcomer gave him a slightly different feeling.

"I don't know why you've been summoned from above." Some things can't be understood, Captain An doesn't want to, he originally summoned Song Qingxiao over to invite her to leave, when the guard team called her to enlist, he didn't investigate her life in detail, and only later found out that her father had a criminal record, but after seeing Song Qingxiao at this time, Captain An changed his mind again: "But the guard team doesn't raise idlers." ”

As he spoke, he took out a stack of materials from the drawer and threw them at Song Qingxiao:

"Recently, someone was assigned a mission to find a missing girl."

When the information fell on the table, there was a 'pop' sound, Song Qingxiao listened to Captain An's words, pursed her lips, and involuntarily remembered the name she heard several colleagues talking about outside the locker room before: Gao Linlin.

This name is the same as the number one girl who died in the trial space, and she is actually very curious about this matter.

Now the task given to her by Captain An happened to fit her mind, her face moved, and she reached out to get the information folder on the table, Captain An looked at her move, and patiently turned his face:

"There is no one else in the team to do this simple thing, you can see if you can find out the clues."

He didn't even mean to hide his disgust, and after saying this, he motioned for Song Qingxiao to go out.

The patrol guards of the Security Department and the departments investigating major cases have always had a clear role, and in the case of Gao Linlin's disappearance, presumably the other teams will not be able to find out the whereabouts, so even the Security Department will follow suit.

Thinking of this, even if he hadn't opened the folder yet, Song Qing was already seven or eight points sure that the missing Gao Linlin was the No. 1 girl who died in the trial space.

Today, with the rapid development of science and technology, as long as it is a man-made disappearance, there will always be clues, unless it is a trial space, which has transcended the cognition of mortals, it is possible to do this kind of thing.

She came out of Captain An's office with a folder, found a place to open the folder, and two folders with a photo fell out, she bent down to pick it up, and the smiling face of the No. 1 girl appeared in front of Song Qingxiao, which made her subconsciously squeeze the photo tightly.

Gao Linlin disappeared suddenly three days ago, she studied in Imperial Capital Middle School, she was on the phone with her classmates before the incident, and suddenly lost the signal, and the search for this person has disappeared.

After the classmate found out that something was wrong and called the police, the police investigated the surveillance video, she strangely disappeared from the camera, but did not appear in any of the nearby surveillance, and the use of technology to locate her phone location also failed, as if the person disappeared from the earth out of thin air.

She is still a student, her family is wealthy, her life background is simple, there are no economic disputes, and she has never had conflicts with others, and there is no possibility that someone will take revenge on her and harm her.

The above has already informed the districts of the imperial capital of her information, after all, the longer the missing person has been missing, the greater the possibility of being killed, so in the end, the case was handed over to the captain of the Western District Guard.

After Song Qingxiao confirmed that the missing Gao Linlin was the number one, he loaded the information back.

No. 1 has already died in the trial space, and the final outcome of this case is just not over.

But this incident gave her a warning, the trial space is not an ordinary game, to die in it is to really die, and even the bones cannot be found, and it will only become a missing person like No. 1, pressed in the file.

At the same time, she also confirmed one thing, the time when No. 1 disappeared was three days ago, and the time when Song Qingxiao entered the trial space was last night, in fact, when everyone was counting the time, No. 1 said that Song Qingxiao only entered the space ten minutes later than her.

This proves that the people chosen by the trial space do not enter at the same time and place, but at random.

There are no set rules for the game, which means that she can't be well prepared in advance.

With such a cognition, Song Qingxiao was even more vigilant about this trial.

Naturally, it was impossible for her to tell Captain An that Gao Linlin had died, and in the past few days, she had used the kung fu of investigating the case, and she had frequently practiced the 'Lin' character technique in the nine-character secret order, and at the same time shortened her sleep time, and spent a lot of time running and exercising every morning and evening, trying to enhance her physical strength and prepare for the next trial that might come.

More than half a month has passed, everything is calm, and Song Qingxiao has not relaxed her vigilance.

Gao Linlin's disappearance case did not find any new clues and progress, but fortunately, Captain An did not have any hope for her, but just wanted to wait for Song Qingxiao's two-month probationary period to end and ask her to leave more clearly.

The wound on her neck has scabbed, but there are still traces, and the use of mental power has been figured out by her, and after practicing diligently, Song Qingxiao's very clear feeling has increased.

The thin spiritual power is far more condensed than before, and the benefits brought by it are self-evident, the sea of divine consciousness that runs the spiritual power was originally as thin as a hair, but now it has also widened several times.

This result made Song Qingxiao not feel the same as before when he cast the spell after forming the mudra.

She is quite satisfied with such progress in just a few days.

A month later, there was no call from the trial space in the divine consciousness, as if Song Qingxiao's worry before was that she was too worried.

But the more calm she was, the more frightened Song Qingxiao became, she went to bed later, exercised her mental strength more diligently, she bought two daggers, sewed a simple strap and hid them close to her clothes.

As usual, when she returned home after work, her mother Tang Yun was rarely not drunk and unconscious.

Song Qingxiao prepared digestible food for Tang Yun and sat down in front of her, Tang Yun had lost most of his hair because of his perennial alcoholism, and he looked much older than his real age, and his hand was almost unstable with chopsticks.

She stared at Song Qingxiao for a long time, and she didn't seem to be able to recognize her daughter.

In Song Qingxiao's memory, Tang Yun had very little time to be awake like this, so the time for the two mothers and daughters to sit opposite each other like this was pitiful, and she didn't know how to talk to her mother for a while, and it was very difficult to even call out a salutation.

The two were silent for a long time, and as soon as Song Qingxiao opened his mouth, he heard a long-lost prompt in his head:

"I'm about to enter God's trial!"

Song Qingxiao's face changed, the hint of this trial came too suddenly, at this time she didn't care about Tang Yun, she instinctively stood up and walked to the other room, she didn't have time to see Tang Yun's reaction, and she didn't have time to explain to her, the next moment Song Qingxiao stepped out, and the scene in front of her changed, no longer her old room, nor the dim light, but the familiar cold feeling in the trial space in her memory: "Welcome to the trial space of God." ”

She blinked, and in the clearing in the thick fog, a pitch-black muzzle was aimed at her face, the cold barrel of the gun was against her forehead, and the force was so great that she took several steps back in succession, and a man's joking voice sounded:

"Welcome!"