Subsequently, the people of the Special Operations Department began to carefully move the ice coffin into the back hall of the store.

But just when Captain Qi and the others were about to get into the car, Fang Zheng suddenly stopped the other party.

"Captain Qi, do you have a mobile phone or > Facing Captain Qi's puzzled gaze, Fang Zheng explained quietly: "If I have any way to think of or contact Mr. Fu afterwards, it is convenient for me to contact Captain Qi at that time." ”

Captain Qi had no suspicions, and soon the two added each other's mobile phone numbers.

Then, Fang Zheng said casually: "Captain Qi, you also know that there are times when electronic products are unreliable, such as no signal or if the mobile phone is lost one day, where is your department set up? ”

When he said this, there was nothing unusual on Fang Zheng's face.

......

The entrance of the shop.

Watching Captain Fei and his party go away and disappear into the distant night, Fang Zheng's originally calm face finally couldn't hold back his expression anymore, and his face showed ecstasy.

Ha ha!

Fang Zheng laughed in his heart, this time he went to the underworld shop to work part-time, and he definitely didn't lose anything.

Fang Zheng rubbed his hands excitedly, he couldn't think of the address of the Special Operations Department, so it didn't take much effort to get it.

For this reason, he used to struggle for a whole month.

Old College of Normal University in College Town?

Fang Zheng decided to plan carefully, and when the day came, he planned to go to a college town.

Bonanza area?

Oil and gas fields?

Thinking that he might be able to make a fortune tomorrow, the corners of Fang Zheng's mouth curled higher and higher, but he was still trying to suppress the ecstasy in his heart and try to maintain his calm.

Don't let yourself get carried away and laugh.

At this time, the little skeleton behind the counter, wearing an anime-style skull mask on his face, looked up at Fang Zheng who was trying to suppress his ecstasy with some confusion.

The faint light in the eye sockets behind the mask flickered, as if he was thinking, and he was still a little dazed.

I couldn't understand Fangzheng's expression for a while, why it suddenly became so strange.

Fang Zheng's face was pale: "Have you finished the homework of copying 20 Chinese characters a hundred times each today?"

The little skeleton hurriedly lowered its head, holding a 2B pencil in his hand, and continued to worry about copying Chinese characters.

The little skeleton could barely understand some of the square words by now.

......

At this moment, under the darkness of the night, the car in which Captain Fei and his party were riding.

"Captain, since that person is not a night watchman, nor is he the heir chosen by Mr. Fu, do we need to carefully check his details for security reasons?"

Captain Fei was silent for a few seconds, and finally shook his head slightly and said, "There is one next door to the store, and there is no problem with security." ”

"We just need to do what we do and don't cross the line to do superfluous things......"

......

This night, Fang Zheng found it difficult to calm down.

As soon as he thought that he would be able to see the people of the Special Operations Department tomorrow, as if he had seen a lot of gray qi flying towards him in advance, Fang Zheng's heart was excited, feeling that his heart was like a big pump, his blood was expanding, the blood flow was accelerating, and every drop of blood was boiling and burning all over his body, in such a state, he was no longer able to meditate and cultivate spiritual martial arts.

Simply this night, they are all practicing the "Fifth Layer of the Yi Jin Washing Pulp Sutra".

Nothing was said all night.

In addition to the small skeleton buried in the head, the tip of the pen rustled on the paper to copy the sound of Chinese characters.

While copying Chinese characters, the little skeleton scratched its head in distress, and accidentally grabbed its hat crookedly, revealing a white skeleton on the side of its face.

Why invent homework writing?!

In a blink of an eye, it was almost four o'clock in the morning, and seeing that dawn was about to come, the left thousand households next door would go to the store to say hello before closing at dawn according to the daily routine.

Today is no exception.

However, as soon as Zuo Qianhu walked to the door of the store, he saw that Fang Zheng was unusual, and he had already sorted out the store early.

If it is according to the past situation, Fang Zheng at this point in time should still be sitting and guarding the store without moving.

"Hey, Brother Zuo, are you going to close and rest again?" Fang Zheng, who was carefully sweeping the floor with a broom and a dustpan, heard movement at the door, and looked up to see Zuo Qianhu walking to the door.

"It seems that Brother Zhiqiu has something important today, and he has to close early?" Zuo Qianhu nodded slightly, and then turned his head to look at the little skeleton who was looking down to copy Chinese characters, with a sympathetic look in his eyes.

Fang Zheng didn't explain much, just casually found an excuse to prevaricate the past.

However, regarding the temporary storage of Shen Wenle's body in the underworld, Fang Zheng still reported it to Zuo Qianhu, but Zuo Qianhu didn't say anything.

Then Zuo Qianhu turned around and went back to the store next door.

Looking at Zuo Qianhu's back, Fang Zheng's eyes groaned slightly.

Through the observation of the past few days, not a single piece of wood carving handicrafts in this Zuo Qianhu store has been sold.

Not to mention sales, there is not even a single customer entering the store.

However, this gloomy old street that is inaccessible during the day and empty like a ghost street at night, it is the most abnormal for someone to appear at night, right?

Fang Zheng has always been curious about one thing.

Is there any peculiarity about Sasenhe's store?

Without a single customer, what's the point of opening a store here?

Although the shop has not yet made a single business, at least it still has the special identity of the night watchman.

"Could it be that this Zuo Qianhu is also a night watchman?"

For now, apart from the one in front of him, Fang Zheng can't think of any other explanation for the time being.

......

In general, universities are open-ended.

Someone once described the university as the only scenic spot that doesn't require you to buy tickets and can still be flocked to every day.

You can imagine how open the university is.

After arranging the little skeleton at home, Fang Zheng appeared near the Normal University in the university town.

The last time he lost people in the university town, it happened to be in the area of the University of Economics and Business, the Communication University, and the Normal University.

That's why he thought that through the mother of the local tyrant Dong, who was a professor at the Normal University, he asked if there was anything unusual in this area.

Unexpectedly, the people of the Special Operations Department were actually hiding in an old college of the Normal University.

Perhaps it is precisely because the university town is densely populated and easy to conceal, and it is not easy to be too conspicuous when acting collectively, and the university town is full of students and talent reserves, and from the university town, it can also quickly reinforce the city, so it seems to make sense for the Special Operations Department to set up a department here?

Outsiders are free to enter and leave the university without being hindered too much.

As long as you don't dress like a bad person.

At this time, Fang Zheng disguised himself as the same as other tourists, visited the university, and then smoothly entered the normal university.

The quiet corridor, the ancient predecessors planted trees, feel the breath of the predecessors for decades, that is the thick history, that is the deep precipitation, that is the wisdom of the heritage. This is the inheritance that we regard as a treasure, the ivory tower in the mind of every student.

After pretending to be a tourist in the university for a long time, I didn't collect a single wisp of gray air in Fangzheng.

All right... He hadn't come across a ghost that could come out of the day.

Do you really have to wait until the evening to come back?

Fang Zheng was ready to approach the old academy and wait and see what happened.