As I was thinking, the speed of the police car slowed down, and I immediately looked out and saw a village in front of me, technically a row of one-story bungalows.

The bungalow was made of old-fashioned adobe bricks, and the roof was straw.

Before I could get a closer look, the police car came to a halt abruptly, and I was careless, leaning my whole body forward.

Hell, how did you get me here.

I muttered, and was about to knock on the window when the door suddenly opened.

"Get down!" The policeman said this coldly.

I didn't say anything to him and got out of the car immediately.

According to my thinking, when I got out of the car, the police would definitely escort me.

However, to my great dismay, as soon as I got out of the car, the policeman immediately opened the handcuffs on my hand, threw my package over, and drove straight away in the police car.

I'm confused, completely confused, what does he mean by that?

Let me go?

No, they're going to let me go, there's no need to get me here!

And besides, didn't they suspect that I had killed the woman?

Why didn't you ask anything and let me go?

For a moment, I really couldn't figure out what was going on, so I had to pick up the package on the ground and look up at the rows of bungalows in front of me.

On the surface, the village should not be rich, strictly speaking, it should be poor.

I wanted to leave, but when I looked around, I noticed that there was nothing but a muddy road and trees all around.

What to do?

Enter the village or follow the road?

After weighing it up, I planned to go into the village to have a look, the reason was very simple, I didn't eat anything in the car, and then after so long in the police car, I was a little hungry, so I thought about going to the village to eat on the whole day.

As for why the police let me go, I didn't think much about it.

With that in mind, I walked into the village.

Soon, I walked to the entrance of the village, where two locust trees supported a wooden plaque, and three words were written crookedly on it, "Eighth Office".

The eighth office?

Hell, did I come to the eighth office?

I breathe hard, it can't be!

What is this the eighth meeting like?

If you read it wrong, you must have read it wrong.

At that moment, I wiped my eyes vigorously and looked again, and what puzzled me was that this time, the wooden plaque was written on the ghost village.

Made, what's going on?

Is there something wrong with my eyes, or is it something wrong?

I didn't dare to rush into the village, mainly because I felt that this village was too evil, so I couldn't help but stare at the two locust trees.

From the perspective of our ghost craftsmen, there are only two possibilities for using the locust tree as the village card, one is that the village is full of evil spirits, and the other is that the people living in this village understand metaphysics.

Otherwise, you will never dare to use the locust tree as a village card.

Standing under the archway, I was stunned for three or four minutes, and in the end, my heart was ruthless, since I came, it was better to go in and see, even if it was really a ghost village, I believe I would definitely be able to come out.

At that moment, I slowly walked towards the village.

Strange to say, the moment I passed under the torii, I felt cold, as if I had been drenched from my head to my heels.

I subconsciously turned my head to look behind me, and found that there was nothing under the torii.

I touched the back of my head and continued to walk forward.

After walking about ten steps, a familiar figure appeared in front of me.

As soon as I saw that person, I was stunned, staring at that person, hell, how could he be here, this is not right!

Hallucinations, hallucinations, hallucinations for sure.

There's absolutely no way he's going to be here.

The man seemed to notice my eyes, smiled at me, and then slowly walked towards me.

As he walked, he smiled and said, "Dongchuan, I didn't expect us to meet so soon." ”

As soon as I heard this voice, I couldn't hold back it, and hurriedly walked towards the man.

When I ran to him, I stared at him for a long time, and then said in a trembling voice, "Why are you here?" ”

He smiled and said lightly: "This is the headquarters of the Eighth Office, and I am from the Eighth Office, why can't I appear here?" ”

(End of chapter)