Seeing Team Leader Fang leave with a group of students from the Seventh Academy, the smile on Cheng Lin's face faded and turned into a thoughtful look.

The other party provided very little information, probably because the perpetrator was sophisticated, so there was little information left, otherwise, such a big matter, with the Seventh Division and the local police force, it is hard to believe that there will be no clue at all.

"The gang committed the crime, about three people, outsiders, among which there is one person in the physical fitness department, and the rest are uncertain, and the highest cultivation is the second grade, and there are no monks who exceed the third grade...... This is a matter of course, after all, there are too few big organizations like Black, and most of them are scattered, and at this point in time, it is already very good to be able to cultivate to the second rank......"

Cheng Lin sorted out this pitiful information, and the other party leader reciprocated with deep sympathy.

If such an important cultural relic is stolen, if it cannot be recovered, it will be a big trouble.

Value is one thing.

On the other hand, if the stolen figurines appear at an overseas auction one day, it will be a real shame.

After the simple formalities, Cheng Lin easily received this clue task.

The reward is secondary, mainly for being able to contribute to the country......

Well, that's what he said to the outside world anyway, righteous words.

Team Leader Fang expressed his high respect for this, and then took Wu Shushan and these "interns" to leave quickly and continue to investigate.

Yes.

Wu Shushan and others are "interns", which probably means that after the basic knowledge of the college is cultivated, they begin to cooperate with the Trisi to provide some internship tasks for the students.

After all, the vast majority of trainees are going to take up public security posts after graduation to assist the department in handling local cases.

Proper training is necessary.

Wu Shushan and the others seem to have good grades, so they also took it to Team Leader Fang personally to do this case.

At this moment, he left the cultivator's alley in Chang'an in a car, but Cheng Lin also put his second goal on the itinerary.

"The Lingzhi seedlings have been purchased, and the jade carved enchantment is not in a hurry, let it go first, and now, you should be able to meet the local Black Fang remnant."

Standing at the door of Chang'an Cultivator's Alley.

Cheng Lin looked at the quiet elm tree in the yard and made a decision.

I went out and called Didi, and first returned to the hotel I booked.

Then start meditating.

Wait until the time points to the night.

The sunset slid to the horizon.

The windows of the hotel gradually darkened, and the street lights turned on instantly.

Cheng Lincai, who was sitting in the middle of the room meditating cross-legged, opened his eyes.

After drinking a cup of coffee to refresh himself, he summoned the light gate and entered the "spirit world".

I rummaged through the boxes and changed into the jacket I had stockpiled: a black sweatshirt, a cap, a mask, sunglasses, and deliberately elevated shoes......

When Cheng Lin finished changing his clothes and looked in the mirror, the person in the mirror had become completely unfamiliar.

"Humph!"

snorted coldly at the mirror a few times, and looked for a feeling, Cheng Lin looked like an actor who was about to audition.

took out the "pendant" and carefully closed the knob, and the aura of the four-grade realm that was covered on Cheng Lin's body overflowed unscrupulously.

As a result, a "cold, cruel, and powerful" practitioner is reflected in the mirror.

After confirming that there were no problems, he took out the "roster" for final confirmation.

Only then did Cheng Lin step out of the light gate and return to the real world.

After that, he used "body control" to dodge the cameras on the street like a tanuki and quickly escaped from the rooftop.

……

Although it is recorded on the roster, after all, it is different from reality, and if Cheng Lin wants to try to contact the local Black Side, it may not go well.

There was a possibility that there would be conflicts, so he chose the night.

"According to the information, the Black Fang organization in Chang'an is not small, and it is very deeply disguised, its leader is an ordinary businessman who does not have any cultivation, on the surface, but secretly he is in charge of a local loose cultivation organization, called 'Qin Zhuang'.

However, on a deeper level, under the identity of the leader of 'Qin Zhuang', he also has another identity, that is, the 'branch leader' of the Black organization here, which is equivalent to Zhu You. ”

The name of the branch president may sound like a high-level organization, but it is not.

With the deepening of Trellis's investigation of the Black organization, coupled with the organizational structure model on the "roster", Cheng Lin has confirmed that the so-called "branch president" is only the downline of the development of the "president", and there is no contact with the core of the organization, that is, the communication channel with foreign forces.

This piece is completely in the hands of the president, hidden in his head.

With his death, completely buried.

Even Cheng Lin did not inherit this part of the information.

In other words, apart from being more famous, the branch president does not know much more about the organization than the average member.

This is also Cheng Lin's confidence to dare to contact them.

……

Qin Province is very large, and Chang'an City is also very large.

As the so-called most dangerous place is also the safest place, the headquarters of the "Qinzhuang" organization is also in Chang'an, but it is located in the suburbs.

If you're in a hurry, it takes more than an hour by car.

"Qinzhuang" is the name of the organization, and its headquarters is indeed located in a mountain villa.

The person Cheng Lin is looking for is surnamed Zhang, with a single name and a thick character, who owns several star-rated hotels in the province and has assets of hundreds of millions of yuan.

Although it is not ranked in the province, it can be regarded as an entrepreneur with a surname.

In addition to the hotel, it also has a resort villa under Chang'an City, and the consumption is not low.

September is just the beginning of autumn.

The temperature has not yet faded, the villa is still in the peak season, there are few vacant seats in the parking lot, there is an artificial lake inside, and countless lights are shining on the shore, which is very lively and prosperous.

……

The entrance to a small and magnificent building in the villa.

"Boss Zhang, don't send it, you should also hurry up and rest, be careful of your body." A middle-aged man dressed as a businessman said as he got into the car.

"That's okay, Boss Yu, we'll get together again when you're free."

At the door, a middle-aged man with a flushed face and a strong smell of alcohol on his body, as if he was a little unsteady on his feet, waved his hand enthusiastically.

He seemed to be drunk and hazy, and he couldn't speak a little bit.

It shows a drunken ugliness.

Waiting for the sound of the engine to sound, the man was carried away quickly.

The drunken Zhang Hou burped, then raised his right hand and shook it.

Then, I saw a person walking out of the small building quickly, stretching out his hand to look at Zhang Hou's back.

The next moment, the pores of Zhang Hou's whole body opened, and the alcohol seemed to be attracted by some kind of force, spitting out.

A full-bodied aroma spreads.

Zhang Hou, who was standing in the middle, had a rosy face and faded, and his eyes became clear.

"Water." Shaking his head, the drunkenness on Zhang Hou's face dissipated, and said.

The young man next to him handed over a bottle of water.

Taking advantage of Zhang Hou's efforts to drink water, the young man frowned and said: "Brother, this Boss Yu is not a good thing, a typical smiling tiger, you treat him like this, but he may not appreciate it." ”

"I know," Zhang Hou screwed the bottle cap on, exhaled a breath, blowing the cool breeze by the lake, his voice was low, and his tone was not good, "Feng Shui takes turns, now it is his turn to be beautiful, and the days to come will be long, there will always be a day when he begs me." ”

The young man next to him, who looked similar to Zhang Hou, said angrily: "But do you have to endure it now?" ”

"Or else?"

"As I say, let me bring someone to show him some color." The young man whispered, and the aura on his body fluctuated faintly.

"You're still thinking too simple," Zhang Hou sighed, turned his head to look at his own brother, and said, "A cultivator is a knife, hurting others and hurting yourself, do you think you have the ability?" But the cultivation world of Qin Province is still the seventh division, low-key work, there is still room for survival, once we jump too much and too often, the gods will not be able to save us! ”

"The power of a cultivator should be used, and it should also be used on the blade, not on such a small matter as this kind of person," Zhang Hou paused as he spoke, and squeezed the water bottle in his hand tightly, "Especially, at this time. ”

The young man was silent, and after a moment he raised his head and asked earnestly:

"Brother, you say, is the president really dead?"