She demanded.

"Oh, do you think you're a cop or a beauty? I should obey your orders. You're old enough, don't call me if you're okay, remember. Lin Chen sneered.

Hearing Lin Chen's words, the director was already in a bad mood, but her good self-control ability allowed her to control her temper.

"I'm a serious case officer, and my father is a senior police officer. A lot of things are convenient for you. You should meet me, it's good to have more friends. Saying this, it was also Lin Chen's idea.

A lot of things can be solved through police connections, but in the end there is no easy way to build your own relationship.

Lin Shiyin didn't leave Lin Chen at home, and in order to let him be alone, he established his own network.

"Wait a minute." I'm going out now. Lin Chen said, got up and left.

It never occurred to him to see this director at home.

Outside the community, the streets are built with places where people can talk.

A street-facing shop, divided into two floors, with not many tables and chairs on the second floor. Because during the day, the nearby residents were working, so there were only Lin Chen and the director on the second floor.

Two people sit by the window, through which one or two people can be seen walking through the aisle of the street.

"Tell me, what are you doing with me?"

Lin Chen picked up a cup of jasmine tea and sucked it.

The director did not speak immediately, but had a strange face. She really doesn't know how to face a man with mysterious powers.

During this time, she encountered enough worries, which, combined with the death of a colleague, made her mood very complicated.

"Sheriff Orient is dead. He died before I got there. He died tragically. Her tone was sad, and she seemed to want to explore something.

"Oh, yes."

Lin Chen didn't take it seriously, just glanced at the director, wondering why she had found herself.

"Did you come to me because of his death, or did you come to me?"

The director's eyes darkened, and he took a deep breath and said, "Well, I heard it that night. You must know something. I want to know why he died and who killed him. ”

Lin Chen recalled the scene he had seen from Ai Wei's memory, grunting and swallowing.

"If you don't know the truth, maybe it's better for you. Sometimes, the more you know, it's not a good thing. ”

The director stiffened. Lin Chen's words somewhat confirmed some of her conjectures that Sheriff Dongfang might have died because she ordered Ai Wei to be followed.

"Because of me, because I ordered him to follow the woman that day."

Her voice was choked and she seemed to want to cry.

"Tell me, tell me what you know, I'll never forget that scene."

Lin Chen stared at her with slightly squinted eyes, as if he heard the voice from her mouth.

"Feng Shui Alley, the name should not be unfamiliar, this alley is within your jurisdiction, and you should all know the strange stories about it, his death was due to a shopkeeper, a fox demon."

The director of the "fox demon" spit out, and scenes after scenes appeared in his mind, trying to outline the outline of the incident.

"Whatever the price, can you kill it for me?"

After all the mysterious things her father told her, she realizes that she can't avenge herself, and her father makes her forget.

His father, who had been climbing in the workplace for many years, was rich and also avoided danger. He does not agree to offend people in the mysterious world for someone he is not familiar with.

Instead, she advised the director to let go of her hatred.

In desperation, she tried to ask Lin Chen for help, and although she knew it was unlikely, she tried.

Hahaha, Lin Chen laughed as if he had heard a joke. He stared at the director with the eyes of an idiot.

"Why are you laughing? Is there anything wrong with my revenge? The director asked angrily.

Of course, yes, some people hide well, some can even let go of hatred, and some are even thinking about revenge.

Everyone has their own choice, and there is no absolute right or wrong.

"Help you get revenge, yes, but you can't give me what I want. Do you have what I want? Maybe your father has what I need, as for you, haha. ”

The director frowned and said, "What do you want?" You don't know if I own it. ”

Suddenly, Lin Chen appreciated her confidence.

"I needed a lot of things, but what I needed most now was a corpse, a whole corpse. Can you get it for me, at least 149, and if you think about it, try to avenge you, right? ”

Anyone who can open a shop in Feng Shui Lane is not an ordinary person.

It was impossible for Lin Chen to kill the other party alone. There were one hundred and forty-nine corpses, one hundred of which were intended for Lin Shiyin, who intended to kill the fox demon through Lin Shiyin's channels. The remaining forty-nine put them in his pocket.

This is an intermediary fee.

"What?" The Director was surprised to say that the body of the thief could not be done in her mind.

"No, I can't help you desecrate the bodies of the dead. In addition to this, you can come up with other conditions. ”

Lin Chen sneered. "If I don't need these corpses now, I hope I will avenge you and kill a fox demon, it will be impossible, especially a fox demon who can open a shop in Feng Shui Lane." He didn't explain.

The director didn't give up, "Why, I know you have to pay." I know my dad has money, and Kuroki Heart, and I can give it to you. ”

In the past few days, in order to take revenge, she asked Qi Yu for various news.

Occasionally, she learns that a dark wooden heart is a treasure that mysterious people yearn for. Only in this way can she catch their appetite, and she needs Lin Chen's help.

However, Lin Chen refused. Although Kuroki Kokoro is good, it is not necessary for him. He thought about it for a moment, and it wasn't worth it at all. What's more, the dark Mu Xin is not worth letting Lin Chen take the risk.

If it was the corpse he desperately needed now, he could also be cheeky to ask his father for help. As for the shady wooden heart, hahaha,

"Black wood heart is a good thing, but unfortunately, it's not enough, the fox demon, whether it is in the global demon clan or in the Southern Ocean Demon Gate, is a very strong force."

The main thing is that the director didn't guess Lin Chen's desire, and the balance of interests was inclined to the fox demon.

He refused, and when Lin Chen shook her head, her face was very depressed, her heart sank to the bottom of her heart, very uncomfortable, and there was no hope that she could hold onto.

An awkward smile appeared on the director's face, and the smile was full of bitterness, like letting go of the shackles.

"That's it. I tried my best. I have tried to avenge him in the past, but without success. I hope he doesn't blame me. The director said to himself.

"Thank you for letting me know the truth about his death. If you need anything, I'll do my best. ”

Lin Chen smiled slightly. The reason he said this to the Director was to build a circle with her. Her words also gave him the answer.

"I'll give you a time limit, as long as you collect enough corpses in two months, I'll be able to help you, remember the time limit."

As for whether the director will collect enough corpses, he has only one way to go.

The director sat in front of the window, looked at Lin Chen's back downstairs, looked at the paper, raised his hand, wanted to tear the paper off, and finally put it down.

At this moment, she seems to be standing at another fork in her life, facing a choice, paper is the guide, guiding her.

A dark night suddenly rained in the old residential area.

On the left is a commercial and residential building, a two-bedroom and a living room, and a common two-room. The sofa in the living room was full of stripped clothes and scattered on it.

Before the window could be closed, the strong wind outside made the linen curtains creak.

The room is on the left, a small room of less than 20 square meters, a bed, a computer desk and chair, a wardrobe, there is not much space left.

The windows of the room were also open, the wind blew in through the windows, and it was cold outside.

Suddenly I felt cold in my limbs, I felt cold, and I unconsciously pulled the quilt.

As if someone had woken him up in a dream, Huang Pan's eyebrows furrowed, as if someone had disturbed his sleep, and he muttered in his mouth.

The voice in the dream still taught tirelessly, trying to wake up a sleeping man, but it seemed to be fruitless.

A deafening thunderclap, like a flat thunderclap, exploded in the sky, followed by a silver light that lit up the room.