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Midnight, twelve o'clock sharp.

The smell of blood on the shore of Xiaokong Lake is finally thinner.

Zhuang Zhuang and Zhao He removed the sprayer and took off their masks and gloves.

The two men leaned against the dam railing, lit a cigarette, and smoked quietly.

Zhao He scratched his hair and said, "Team Zhuang, is there any news from the Hunting Bureau?" So many vampires have died, and there is no faith at all? ”

solemnly raised his head, spit out a beautiful smoke ring, and said, "Probably, Zhou Muwen is fluttering butterflies." ”

Ever since the last time in the suburbs, human hunters and blood clans had fought, the superior leaders had been quite critical of him.

He could feel the disappointment and indifference of the leaders towards him.

However, he doesn't care.

In the entire Hunting Bureau, he only needs to report the recent situation to the old leaders who are far away in the capital.

As for the others, they're nothing.

Especially Zhou Muwen......

Zhao He's mind couldn't turn for a while, and said, "What butterfly fluttering?" ”

On a quiet and beautiful face, there was a bit of mockery, and he said: "Zhuang Shengxiao dreams of butterflies......"

Sooner or later, one day, he will catch Zhou Muwen, an old fox, and shatter Zhou Muwen's dream of becoming an immortal.

Zhao He smacked the smell of cigarettes, but still didn't understand the solemn meaning.

He only knew that a while ago, the Hunting Bureau issued a red-headed document.

Principal Zhou Muwen was promoted.

The whole Liangcheng University hung banners to celebrate, and the teachers and students sent flowers and blessings, and the scene was very spectacular.

…………

At one o'clock in the evening, on the outskirts of Liangcheng, in a large furniture processing factory.

Zhou Muwen stood in the corridor and had been waiting for half an hour.

On his forehead, a dense layer of sweat flowed along his gray sideburns and past his ears.

After a while, the office door opened.

A woman wearing a black mask walked out and said, "Mr. Wu is receiving VIPs, if there is nothing important, you better go back first." ”

Zhou Muwen wiped the sweat from his head and said nervously: "Ms. Wu, yes, it's a big deal, please tell Mr. Wu and ask him to see me." ”

Ms. Wu thought for a moment and said, "Okay. Then you come in with me. ”

"Yes, thank you, Ms. Wu." Zhou Muwen followed the woman into the office.

Inside the office, there is an elegant tea room, which is specially used to entertain guests.

Ms. Wu motioned for Zhou Muwen to wait outside, and she went inside to spread the word.

Zhou Muwen stood in the office, and when Ms. Wu opened the door of the tea room, he leaned his neck and looked in.

He found that in addition to Mr. Wu, there was also a deserted young man in a black Tang suit.

The young man's dark hair is dyed, his eyebrows are cold, his nose line is high, and his cherry blossom-colored lips are moist and shiny.

He had an extremely pale face, as if through the color of blood, almost sickly.

He sat at his desk, his body was thin, and his finger bones were long and graceful.

Between his cold eyebrows, there was a touch of lazy and world-weary tiredness, and his eyes were dark, like a pool of stagnant water forgotten by the world.

He sat across from Mr. Wu.

Between the two of them is a pot of tea and a box of traditional Beijing-style eight-piece pastries.

There is also a deck of mahjong that has already been drawn and played a few cards.

The way mahjong is played is different from the ordinary way of playing, and it is a rule that came from the capital.

The boy touched a mahjong card, did not look at the cards, and swept his fingertips from the card.

His cherry lips moved slowly, and he said, "Don't play anymore." ”

Mr. Wu picked up the teacup, took a sip of herbal tea, and said, "Little master, what's wrong?" Isn't it fun? ”

The young man raised his eyebrows lazily, feeling a little bored, and said, "Always playing, tired of ......"

"Then I'll arrange someone to accompany you for a walk in Liangcheng?" Mr. Wu proposed.

The young man waved his hand and said, "Forget it." I'm here to find someone, and I don't have to make a big fuss. ”

"Oh, by the way, did you find Miss?" Mr. Wu understood and asked.

"I'm probably dead." The young man's cold voice was indifferent and impersonal.

Mr. Wu laughed and said, "Miss Ji is a celestial person, even if she encounters a big event, she will turn the danger into a disaster." ”

"Really?" The young man raised his eyebrows, and a cold color curled up on his lips.

He didn't seem quite satisfied with Mr. Wu's answer.

"Little master, I mean, if the young lady is safe and sound, you are with the old chief, won't the merit be complete?" Mr. Wu rounded things up.

"I hope so. There are some things, you know......" The young man said whimfully, his eyes were deep and bottomless, like a black hole, as if he couldn't raise interest in anything.

"Little master, it's up to people." Mr. Wu politely persuaded.

Ms. Wu walked into the tea room.

She bowed slightly to the young man and saluted, and then walked up to Mr. Wu and bowed her head and whispered a few words.

After hearing this, Mr. Wu said, "Little Master, please wait a few minutes, I'll go out first." ”

"You don't have to accompany you, go get busy." Between the young man's cold eyebrows and eyes, there was a touch of tiredness in his bones.

"It's fine. Then you rest early. Mr. Wu hesitated, got up and walked outside.

The boy did not respond.

He hunched down on his desk, tapping a mahjong tile lightly with his fingertips.

On a cold face, the eyebrows are frowning, extremely cold, and misanthropic......

Ms. Wu took a thin blanket and put it over the boy.

The young man's cold eyes moved slightly, scraped a little cool silk, disappeared in an instant, and then returned to silence, a pool of stagnant water.

Ms. Wu bowed slightly towards the young man.

Then, she followed Mr. Wu, tiptoed the door shut, and left.

…………

In the office, Zhou Muwen retracted his gaze and acted like nothing.

It was the first time he had seen the lonely boy, and he always felt that the boy had a ruthless coldness in him.

Judging from the conversation between the boy and Mr. Wu, it seems that the boy is from the capital and is the son of a high-ranking cadre from a certain military and political family.

Moreover, the boy's family background is powerful.

Just from Mr. Wu's sentence 'old chief', it is enough to show that the young man has a prominent background and is by no means an ordinary person.

Mr. Wu walked out of the tea room with a cold face, obviously a little angry.

He sat down at the desk and said, "Zhou Muwen, what's the matter with you?" ”

Zhou Muwen didn't think much about it anymore, and quickly replied: "Mr. Wu, yes, I'm sorry, something happened to the 'Emperor Shao'. ”

"What's the matter?" Mr. Wu asked, with anger in his voice.

Yesterday, he sent an order to Zhou Muwen: Find someone to try the quality of this batch of 'Emperor Shao' goods.

If the condition is acceptable, it will be put into production immediately.

If the quality is not enough, the fourth edition of the life form study should be carried out as soon as possible.

Zhou Muwen's body trembled, and said, "Mr. Wu, that's the case. I made a mistake for a while, and entered Di Shao's experimental goal as 'Li Mubai'. ”

Recently, Li Mubai's kid seems to have stiffened his wings.

Always against him, very disobedient.

He pondered, since this batch of 'Emperor Shao' needed to find someone to practice and test their physical functions.

So, why not take the opportunity to give Li Mubai a small lesson and let Li Mubai have a longer memory?