Even in the 22nd century, where anti-smoking advertisements have been plastered all over every projection, where there is demand, there is constant supply. The smoke that swirls between the lips and in the nose is like the whispers of Satan, but it is like the kiss of a holy angel. Smoke enters the chest, the chest is numb, the hunger and thirst for depravity are satisfied again, and the mind will constantly turn back between sobriety and fluttering immortality. And so, puff after puff and puff after puff – finally, the ashtray was filled with gray and black tobacco embers, and the room was filled with the pungent smell of smoke.

Between Bai Lan's index finger and middle finger, there was another slender object wrapped in silver cigarette paper, and one end of the slender object lit bright red again. He couldn't seem to see the ashtray that was already stuffed on the side.

At this moment, a dimly lit room with only a faint light of stereoscopic projection was opened. The white light outside the room pierced Bai Lan's eyes.

The lights in the room are turned on by voice control. The voice is very crisp, but there is an irrefutable cold energy in the voice.

"Bai Lan, look at how many you have smoked! Last time you told me you were going to quit smoking?! She is tall, with slim black trousers and a simple and slightly wrinkled white blouse, which makes her very slender and exquisite. At this moment, she hugged her chest, and in her hand was a brown paper archive bag that was so rare that it should be eliminated by the times.

The blue light of the stereoscopic projection illuminated Bai Lan's side face with some blue-black shadows, and although she was separated by several steps, the woman could still see Bai Lan's deep sunken eye sockets and the unhealthy red blood in the eye sockets.

"If you have a job, you have to order something to refresh yourself." Bai Lan just glanced at the woman briefly, and continued to stare at the three-dimensional projection in front of her, like those images crawling with words and data; The pictures of dead bodies lying in blood and ruins as broken as spider webs hanging on the images are a hundred times more eye-catching than the delicate people next to them.

"Isn't coffee good for a refreshing drink?!" The woman snorted softly, her eyebrows furrowed, but then, she gritted her teeth and stepped forward to snatch the silver cigarette that had just been lit in Bai Lan's hand.

"Don't smoke it, I'll make you a cup of coffee, oh, this is a copy of the information you want, fortunately their database hasn't been destroyed, and you can compare which files are missing." The intellectually tall woman slapped the paper materials on Bai Lan's chest, and then twisted the intoxicating cat steps, leaving a faint smell of perfume and leaving the room.

The woman's scent diluted the pungent smell of smoke a little.

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Bai Lan was covered with blood, even if the cigarette was stimulating, she also had her eyes closed with desire, and finally opened a little wider, and brought a little spirit.

Bai Lan shook the stiff hand that had been in a position for a long time due to smoking, and untied the cowhide file bag.

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The woman returned to the room with a "tap dance in high heels", but this was a sound symbol that could obviously stimulate the secretion of certain hormones in men's physiology, and it didn't make Bai Lan, who was staring at the archives, raise her eyes.

Bai Lan lost the solace of a cigarette and was chewing her thumb anxiously while looking at the information.

The woman saw that Bai Lan ignored him twice, and became a little angry, and even her already full breasts became a little fuller. She leaned over and placed the mug with the coffee on the table.

"Thank you, Jingzhu." Bai Lan picked up the coffee and took a sip, never taking her eyes off the archives.

"Forget it!" Chen Jingzhu fanned the still very strong smell of smoke, glared at Bai Lan, and left. When she thought that she and he were a couple, she felt that her life seemed to be much darker.

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Bai Lan crossed Erlang's legs, and the information in front of him was a list of file names. The documents listed in these file names are all from the Jing'an Street Street Administrative Department, and they were all burned or lost when Angel Jing'an Street came.

Suddenly, a wind blew in Bai Lan's office, and the information in Bai Lan's hand was almost blown away.

Bai Lan was stunned for a moment, and then saw Chen Jingzhu walk in again, sitting on the opposite side of his desk angrily.

"I drove it! The smell of smoke here is terrible! Chen Jingzhu snorted coldly.

"Oh..."Bai Lan had to scratch his head, he didn't dare to yell at Chen Jingzhu loudly, after all, although he knew that he was a workaholic, he still had to live...

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"What are you reading these documents for? Can't you just look for it online? Why do I have to print down all the file names of my lost paper documents? Chen Jingzhu looked at him coldly, and he barely left the office for a few days, and Bai Lan was sloppy.

"Almost all of the Tianyan on Jing'an Street were damaged, especially near Angel, and there was no one left. However, according to the accounts of the surviving citizens and officials, Angel first appeared not far from the street administration. What's even more bizarre is that the fallen angel who was supposed to destroy along the road and had no complete consciousness turned a corner and missed the Jing'an Street Street Administration Building. As a result, almost all the staff in the administration building escaped intact, and they had the highest survival rate. Bai Lan's deep-set eyes seemed to contain a strange light.

He thought for a moment and continued: "If it is only the fallen angel who changes the random path choice because he sees something or someone, then the administrative building should also be preserved intact because of this. But... In the end, the administrative building on Jing'an Street was still burned down! The flames of incineration are no different from Angel's [Fire] Holy Energy! ”

Chen Jingzhu quietly listened to her sloppy boyfriend's self-talk, and did not choose to interrupt his thoughts. When a person writes a self-report, it is often a time to organize the logic and inspiration in his head.

So, although there is no surveillance video material, it is safe to guess that Angel returned to burn down the administrative building on Jing'an Street; Or... A certain high-ranking apostle who also had a strong [fire] holy energy sneaked into the administrative building and burned it down after Angel walked away! Either way, whether it's Angel's possible weird route of travel, or a secret apostle, using Angel's route and burning for unknown reasons, it all told me that this matter is not simple. ”

Bai Lan rubbed the corner of the paper document, this kind of touch, which he was not often exposed to even if he was often in charge of various case investigations, made him feel novel and calm.

He lowered his head and continued to browse the materials, and said slowly: "In recent years, Angel... Even for all the angelic disasters in the world, although I have no clear evidence, the spatial distribution of their locations and the intensity of their occurrence time seem to be somewhat different from those of previous years, as if they have suddenly changed their way of action in recent times. How could an apostle, who was completely demented and degenerate, consciously control this? ”

Bai Lan took a sip of coffee and said, "Their appearance seems to have begun to be used by some secret person or organization; Even... Their appearance - it is possible that they can be manipulated! Snort, although I still think the second one may be a bit absurd, I hope it's just my whim, otherwise..."In the white heat of the coffee, Bai Lan's fingers pinching the handle of the cup became tighter and tighter.

"So, do you think that the advent of the fallen angels on Jing'an Street is based on the deliberate intention of some people? Their target, most likely, is something within the Jing'an Street Street Administration, or... File? Chen Jingzhu pinched his smooth and narrow chin and asked thoughtfully.

Bai Lan nodded and said, "I do think so. In the midst of the chaos, all government workers fled, and security was the weakest. Angel's strange route also ensures that the building is not burned down in advance, and if there is really someone behind the scenes, this is indeed the best time, although it is relatively short-lived. ”

"Ahem." Bai Lan pinched his throat, and after smoking too much cigarette, the stinging pain in his lungs and throat, as if poured into the gnawing sensation of sand, made him cough out bitterly.

Swallowing clouds and spitting fog race immortals, cigarette sticks into ashes are difficult to scratch.

Chen Jingzhu glared at her boyfriend who didn't care for her body dissatisfied, and said sulkingly: "I'll pour you a glass of water, and don't drink coffee, coffee is also very irritating to your throat." ”

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Chen Jingzhu handed the water to Bai Lan, who hurriedly took it and poured it down.

"Drink slowly." Chen Jingzhu grabbed Bai Lan's somewhat rough but wide palm, and persuaded.

"Ahh

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Just after drinking the water, as if after the pain was over, his thoughts were much clearer, and inspiration came again, Bai Lan said: "But why, is it the administrative building on Jing'an Street?" I compared the differences between the administrative building and the surrounding buildings, listed the functions of the administrative building one by one, and compared it with other administrative institutions that generally do not work in the administrative building. After a few days, I found out that there were other scattered administrative agencies, such as marriage registration machines..."

"Humph!"

Suddenly, Bai Lan felt two very cold gazes.

"Heh, hehe..." Bai Lan looked up at Chen Jingzhu with a weak heart, scratched her head and smiled awkwardly.

But after only a while, Bai Lan couldn't help the thoughts that exploded in her head, and began to spit out a series of cannons-

"Those scattered administrative institutions, because of the popularity of modern paperless offices, rarely retain paper documents, and many citizens do things only with the help of authoritative administrative machines there. The administrative buildings on Jing'an Street, as well as the administrative buildings in other places, have one feature - in addition to the online databases, they all store a large amount of important information on paper! ”

Bai Lan's voice gradually increased, and her emotions became excited.

"And these lost, the original paper documents—" Bai Lan's fingers swiped down one by one along the file names on the paper materials, and after a few seconds—

"There are the registration materials of the government officials of Jing'an Street, the registration information of their staff, the paper stubs of the identity information of the citizens living in Jing'an Street, and the list of apostles and their holy abilities that are specially registered with the Jing'an Street administrative department near Jing'an Street!"

"If it weren't for the assassination of those low-level to inconspicuous street administrators, then, most likely, the possible culprit behind the scenes, the target would be those apostles who live on Jing'an Street!"

Bai Lan stood up, the lower corner of the paper document had been crumpled tightly, and there was even a slight tear from her fingernails.

Since then, Bai Lan's sick appearance for several days is slowly disappearing.

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