Ten minutes later, Yuan Qingyang changed into civilian clothes again, and pushed open the door of his office as usual.

The light in the hallway shines into the dimly lit office, and on the flat and smooth floor, the industrious robot vacuum cleaner is quickly breaking up something that looks like a finger.

Ling Mingyue felt that she should be late, it was already eight o'clock in the evening, and she still hadn't waited for Meng Feibai's figure.

"When you go out in the morning, you should exchange your phone number first."

She glanced impatiently at the door of the deserted recording hall again, and muttered something in a little annoyance.

After the two of them went out in the morning, they took a taxi directly to the recording site at Ling Mingyue's strong request, so she didn't know where Meng Feibai's home was.

Of course, even if she knew, according to her road idiot attributes, she might not be able to find it accurately during the day, let alone at night.

The more Ling Mingyue thought about it, the more irritated she became, and she couldn't help frowning.

Why don't you ask the two boys of White Birch and Green Pine?

She sat on the trunk of a tree, dangling her legs in distress.

No, I'm also the highest-ranking purifier except for the captain and the three vice-captains, so if I let others know that I'm a road idiot, how can I still get mixed up in the Kyoto branch?

"It's annoying! It's all to blame on the startled old man, the next time I see him, I must make him look good! ”

Ling Mingyue thought about it for a long time and couldn't think of a suitable way, and couldn't help but carry the black pot on Zhang Xinnian's body.

Forget it, let's go back to the headquarters today, no matter how stupid that stupid boy is, he won't be able to find his home, and he won't be there for a night, and it is estimated that nothing will happen.

Thinking of this, Ling Mingyue finally stretched her brows.

At this moment, she noticed a woman in civilian clothes and delicate makeup walking out of the recording hall.

"Tsk, I envy these girls who can make up, why can't the old lady learn to make up?"

Ling Mingyue pouted and complained enviously, and then jumped down from the trunk of the tree with a dexterous figure.

Half past eight in the evening.

Not far from the recording site, there is a snack street in Beicheng District.

Meng Feibai patted his finally full stomach with satisfaction, slowly and leisurely left the skewer shop, and strolled leisurely on the bustling streets, occasionally glancing at the various snacks on the roadside, revealing a trace of gluttony and regret.

"Ah, it's been a long time since I've eaten so much good food."

He said contentedly as he walked.

During this time, there have been more major changes in his life than in the eighteen years since he came to this world combined.

First of all, his only friend in this world died in front of him, and he almost left this beautiful world.

In less than a month, he was on the verge of death twice in succession.

Especially today, although the degree of danger is not as good as the previous two times, Meng Feibai always has some bad premonitions in his heart. If Director Lu and Yuan Qingyang are really infected, then where should their future go?

Thinking of this, the satisfaction brought by the food instantly decreased a lot, and a trace of melancholy crept up between his eyebrows.

"Alas, forget it, take it one step at a time."

He let out a low sigh and lowered his head slightly.

Nine o'clock in the evening.

Meng Feibai put one hand in his pocket, and the other hand carried the snacks he brought for Ling Mingyue, humming a little song and slowly leaving the downtown area.

He didn't know why he brought food to Ling Mingyue, maybe he was worried that she didn't eat at night, maybe he was worried that she would find out that she ate alone and beat herself up, maybe, there was a hint of flattering taste in it...

"How can I see through the lies in the mask, don't let my sincerity scatter like sand, if one day I become more complicated, can I still sing the painting in the song..."

In the silent and dim alley, Meng Feibai's low humming sounded.

......

At the same time, Yuan Qingyang entered the same block from another direction. According to the search and inference of her subordinates during this time, Meng Feibai's residence should be near here.

As she moved away from the crowd, her movements gradually accelerated, gradually turning into a black shadow, quickly shuttling through the narrow and dark alleys.

She had to find Meng Feibai before he could pass the news on to the purifier around him, force him to lead the way to the purifier and eliminate him, then put Meng Feibai under house arrest and wait until the organization's operation was over, and then slowly torture him to death.

"It must be around here, right?"

In the other direction, Ling Mingyue, who found here with her memory and luck, was standing at a crossroads, distressed to discern the direction.

Suddenly, she looked up into the distance.

There seems to be a very fast figure flashing over there just now?

The habit of fighting with the infected for a long time made her keenly aware that something was wrong, so she immediately gave up on the other things in her head, held her breath, and chased in the direction where the figure had disappeared.

"Damn, where the hell is that little ghost?"

Twenty minutes later, Yuan Qingyang, who had already searched most of the surrounding area, stopped and said in a low voice with a frown as he regained his strength.

She was a little impatient, and as time passed, her hopes of finding him became slimmer, and the chances of the organization's plans being leaked became more and more likely.

"Damn Lu Ze, he would be so unscrupulous in order to get to the top, after this matter is over, you must remind the organization to check his guide, this kind of person is too harmful to the organization."

She hid in the shadows pranayama and thought about the future.

Suddenly, her ears, hidden in her long hair, moved slightly.

"Hey~Hey, hey, hey~

The big cotton jacket is two cotton pants, the inside is wool and the outside is wrapped in cloth, even if it is minus forty or fifty degrees, we will not be afraid when it is cold..."

With the familiar voice, she slowly turned to look in the direction where the voice came from, and a few seconds later, a figure she had been searching for for a long time staggered to the street corner in front of her.

Meng Feibai never dreamed that he would get drunk with one meal. The snack I ate just now actually contained alcohol, and it had quite a lot of stamina.

At this time, his face was slightly red, with one hand carrying a snack prepared to please Ling Mingyue, and the other hand imitated the movements in the sketch in his memory, his body twisted and twisted, and walked on the road with a pace similar to that of Da Yangge.

He had walked this road many times, and it was safe.

It's okay to indulge once in a while, no one will see it anyway.

That's what he thought in his heart.

However...

Yuan Qingyang saw it.

Ling Mingyue, who was hiding in the darkness not far from Yuan Qingyang, also saw it.

Although the two of them were in hostile positions, their eyes were dull at this time, and a strange feeling rose in their minds at the same time.

My eyes, it's not clean anymore!