In the dark night, the two little dragons were about to walk in front of Qing Xiran, and at this moment, they all looked towards Qing Xiran.

In such a scrutinizing gaze, Qing Xiran's expression was extremely flat and minimized the mobile phone drawing software, answered Wen Jing's call, chatted with Wen Jing softly, chattering, everything is normal, normal is a little weird.

She sat outside the school site in the West District of the Little Dragon Man as if nothing had happened, gossiping softly and quietly in front of the two little dragon people who were patrolling.

Anyway, Wen Jing knows a little more about this institution than Qing Xiran, she is essentially the kind of parent who is very enthusiastic and curious, and Teacher Jiang has been helping this little dragon mental arithmetic training institution to publicize, I heard that many children in their kindergarten have signed up for this mental arithmetic training.

When the end of the world didn't come, Wen Jing planned to report one to Yangyang, and asked Qing Xiran's opinion in the supermarket if she wanted to report one to Qing Yiyi.

As for whether the children who signed up for this mental arithmetic training went to class or whether they were missing, Wen Jing didn't know.

But as far as Wen Jing knows, this mental arithmetic agency has free mental arithmetic tests for children, and if they meet their standards, they do not charge parents for mental arithmetic training.

"I heard that they are a chain organization, the kind of national chain, and there is also one in the development zone, but I heard that classes have been opened in the eastern district of Xiangcheng, and the development zone has not yet opened classes, and the eastern district is the headquarters of this little dragon man."

On the phone, Wen Jing's tone was a little worried, she was half lying on the small bed in the RV, holding her mobile phone and asking Qing Xiran,

"Xiran, why haven't you come back now? Are you not in danger outside? ”

"There is no danger for the time being."

Qing Xiran smiled, and in the dark night, she lowered her eyes and said to Wen Jing:

"And I'm sitting outside the gate of this little dragon man right now, and two people just came over."

"When are you coming back? I'm worried about you. ”

"Don't worry, they're 3.2 meters away from me and they can't hear my volume clearly."

Just as Qing Xiran and Wen Jing were chatting, the two little dragon people patrolling in front of them walked over without noticing anything unusual.

This community is a villa community, the school site of Xiaolongren, just one of the villas in this villa community, plus the population of the West District is already dense, so everyone is verbally shouting the end of the world, the end of the world, it has been so long, and there are still people living in this community.

The two men in front of her left, Qing Xiran raised her eyes, a string of data flashed under her eyes, and looked carefully at the villa of the little dragon man, looking at the villa of the little dragon man from her point of view, through the shadow that fell on the window, she really couldn't evaluate the precise strength in this villa.

So, she said to Wen Jing:

"I want to catch a few live mouths, this agency looks very weird, and I need to catch live mouths to get to the bottom."

Qing Xiran raised her eyes and looked at the two little dragon people who had just walked over with a clear gaze.

They are obviously not opening a training institution, saying that training is just a disguise, this villa looks gloomy, there is no childlike fun, where is it like to open classes?

Their real purpose is actually to screen children who are gifted in mental arithmetic in society, so how many children have they screened so far? Where are these children gone?

There are a lot of things that can be dug deep here, Qing Xiran knew early that he didn't touch Xiaolongren earlier, because the water here was too deep, and now that he wants to wade through this troubled water, he naturally has to figure out everything in all aspects.

Qing Xiran whispered on the phone, and two more people in black suits passed in front of her, glanced at her casually, and didn't care at all.

The end of the world is coming, there are not many crazy women like Qing Xiran, who must either have a dead husband or a dead child, and they don't sleep in the middle of the night, just wandering around outside, which is a normal phenomenon.

The weather in the middle of summer is already so hot that people can sweat when they meditate, Qing Xiran is wearing a retro black, flat-soled shoes, pale, long hair shawl, sitting on a bench on the side of the road, bowing his head and making a phone call.

But not a drop of sweat was shed.

She behaved very naturally, and the two men in black suits were busy sifting through the children with mental arithmetic talent in the western district, where did they have the leisure to take care of Li Qingxiran.

The two men walked forward, ready to go to the basement of the villa area to get the car, Qing Xiran sat in place and thought for a while, ignoring Wen Jing's obstruction, and hung up the phone.

Then he got up and walked behind the two of them, avoiding the blind spots of surveillance all the way.

When he arrived on a section of the road without lights, Qing Xiran said,

"Hey, you two are the staff of the Little Dragons?"

The two men in front of them suddenly stopped, turned around, and looked at Qing Xiran expressionlessly.

With a smile on her fair and tender face, she stepped forward and said:

"There's something I want to ask you."

"What's the matter?"

One of the men felt that Qing Xiran's face was very familiar, he frowned, watched Qing Xiran suddenly raise his hand, and with a move back, a black shadow "swished", and flew forward extremely quickly, brushed Qing Xiran's shoulder, raised her long hair, and stood in front of the two little dragon people.

"What ......" people?

Before he finished speaking, he made a move, punching one by one, and stunned the two little dragons......

At one o'clock in the morning, on the territory of the little dragons, in the dimly lit RV, two cups were taken out of the refrigerator, and cold water was poured on the faces of the two men who were arrested.

Shen Xiaoman helped Wen Jing, and the two women sat at the back of the RV, far away from the two arrested little dragon men.

Qing Xiran sat on the sofa, lowered his head and held the drawing book, drawing the faces of the other Xiaolongren staff he had seen in his memory.

Secretly rushed over and stepped on a man's lower abdomen, the other party let out a "ah" scream, Qu Yang came from the driver's seat, and quickly stuffed a ball of stinky socks into the mouth of the man who was screaming with his mouth open.

You can call it, but now after all, it's on the territory of the little dragons who are black under the lights, so don't scream too badly.

After secretly beating the two of them to death, Qing Xiran, who was folding his legs and leaning on the back of the sofa chair to draw, asked lightly:

"I've had enough of suffering, now let's talk about it, where did you send my daughter?"

"What's your daughter? You, who are you? ”

The socks in his mouth were taken away by Qu Yang, and the man whose hands and feet were tied was lying on the ground weakly, covered in blood, staring at Qing Xiran with a pair of hematoma eyes.

Qing Xiran lowered his eyes, the brush in his left hand did not stop, and after painting a man's face, he spoke, and replied:

"My name is Qing Xiran, and my daughter's name is Qing Yiyi."