Time passed slowly, and in the idle time, Huangfu Xiong made a cup of coffee in the office, and wanted to relieve his worries in boredom. However, he really didn't understand the bitter tea, so he only took two sips and put it back on the table.

Turning his head to look at the world outside the window, even if Huangfu Xiong didn't want to think about it, he still couldn't help but look up to his cheap son who was very likely to never come back.

In front of the wide open window, a few wild birds chirped in the sunlight, as if they were happy. It was only morning, and Huangfu Xiong wondered at the moment whether his wanderer, who flew away from home and far away from his side, was still cheerful and optimistic and lively and laughing in his wandering life, just like these birds.

As everyone knows, the news of Huangfu Weifeng is on the way to him.

In the long corridor of the ORC headquarters, even in the daytime, it was still dark and black, and an extremely tall man, stepping on hard leather shoes, walked towards Huangfu Xiong's office menacingly.

The man was already very tall, and he walked briskly as if he were in a hurry, and the speed was almost comparable to the speed of ordinary people running. This person is Yang Biao, who is now in charge of the work of the intelligence department.

Yang Biao combed his big back, and his eyes were more serious at the moment, and it seemed that something terrible had happened.

Inside the white porcelain-like inorganic wall, there was an old man who was lazy and missing his relatives, and through the dark brown almost pitch-black wooden door, Huangfu Weifeng suddenly heard the rapid footsteps of "Da ~", his heart suddenly tightened, and he quickly retracted his fragile thoughts and protected them in his heart.

The chair can be turned, turning his body facing out of the window, Huangfu Xiong sat up, stared at the wooden door, and looked at the person who was about to break in, who could it be?

But before the tension in Huangfu Xiong's heart could arise, the door was suddenly pushed open unexpectedly.

"Huangfu Xiong, it's been a long time!" Yang Biao is now the busiest of the many high-level executives in ORC. The reason is that his original operations department was almost disbanded, and now that there are many people in society, he has been promoted to become the largest, busiest and most undesirable intelligence department.

"Ahaha! It turned out to be our brother Biao, oops! Yang Biao, you have lost weight, look at it, look at the past few days, our section chief Yang has been tired, your goddaughter Chu Yan'er is afraid that she will cry even when she looks so thin! Huangfu Xiong smiled brightly, his skin was not smiling, sarcasm and ridicule were on his face, and Yang Biao suddenly sank his face when he saw this.

"Huangfu Xiong, don't laugh, in a few days, your Investigation Department will be merged with the Intelligence Section, and I will be your boss at that time..." Yang Biao lowered his face coldly, and was interrupted by Huangfu Xiong so much that he almost forgot to get down to business.

Hurriedly stopped his mouth, Yang Biao paused, and glanced at the unserious Huangfu Xiong, but his eyebrows were slightly wrinkled, and his eyes showed indecision and worry.

And when Huangfu Xiong saw him like this, he also seemed to realize that something was wrong, and gradually restrained his smile, looking at Yang Biao, who was standing in front of him, found a chair and slowly sat down and stopped talking.

In the early autumn weather, the bright sunlight did not hurt people, shining on the ground through the wide open windows, but the silence in the room was frightening, which made the sunlight shining like golden water seem a little more restless.

"Huangfu Bear! I came here this time to tell you that in a recent case where a young girl was attacked by a vampire, we caught the surveillance of the scene and saw the suspect with our own eyes, and we also saw your son, Huangfu Weifeng! Yang Biao's words made Huangfu Xiong stunned, but Huangfu Xiong didn't seem very excited, but Yang Biao clearly saw that Huangfu Xiong's hands in front of the table trembled slightly.

"You mean, Wei Feng killed someone?" Huangfu Xiong frowned worriedly, and whispered cautiously, the confusion and worry were overflowing, infecting Yang Biao, making him feel helpless for Huangfu Xiong.

After the ORC was disrupted by Zheng Yi, almost all the high-level officials of the ORC tacitly knew that Huangfu Xiong's son was a moth man. Looking at the Huangfu Bear on the surface, it is not difficult for insiders to guess that the heart of the Huangfu Bear is actually completely opposite to the performance on the face.

Yang Biao thought a lot at this moment, looking at the middle-aged man in front of him, Yang Biao hurriedly replied:

"No, no, no, I didn't say that your son killed the victim... But, really, he killed the suspect! Yang Biao's words were a little difficult to understand, but Huangfu Xiong didn't question in a panic.

Looking at the silent Huangfu Xiong, Yang Biao realized that his eloquence was really not enough to comfort the father in front of him, so he stood up suddenly: "Let's go!" Take you to see our surveillance at the scene of the crime in the alley and in the community, where everything is recorded! ”

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The pure white closed wooden door was opened from the inside out, and only the sound of the door opening and closing was remembered, and no one heard the words, leaving only an empty corridor that was so quiet that it was ominous.

In the room on the side of the corridor, Yin Yao, who had aged for an unknown number of years overnight, sat across a tea table from that person, Huangfu.

Yin Yao, who learned the news of Yin Jun's death, was heartbroken, but when he knew that Yin Jun was actually a vampire, Yin Yao suddenly felt that the world was spinning.

The medical knowledge in his brain and his view of reality and the well-behaved child he had raised since he was a child were suddenly mixed up and mixed into a mess.

"I only got the news about Yin Jun's matter later, because of his identity... So I can't let you see him for the last time, so I can only bring you his clothes! ”

Huangfu Xiong didn't know what to say in the face of his old friend, and he brewed for a long time along the way, and the almost perfect comforting words that he had prepared were only nervously outlined at this moment.

Huangfu Xiong handed over a black bag and put it on the coffee table, and that Yin Yao looked at the solemn cloth bag, and subconsciously wanted to stretch out and grab the burden, but suddenly his eyes widened and he was stunned, and he took it back in fear.

Blink of an eye at the desolate garden outside the window, Yin Yao didn't say a word, raised his hand to hold his forehead, and carefully lowered his silver and black head, not knowing whether he was looking at the ground or looking at the burden.

Seeing such an old man, Huangfu Xiong didn't know what to say? At this time, he also remembered his son who didn't know whether he was a human or a demon, and Huangfu Xiong also sighed.

It wasn't until he walked out of the gate of the medical center that Huangfu Xiong was depressed, and his mind was always thinking about his mothman son who was about to face the siege of humans.

Slowly walked to the car parked at the entrance of the medical center, and when he reached the front of the car, Huangfu Xiong stopped and turned his head to look at the solemn medical center building behind him.

In the medical center, in the director's office, looking at the black cloth bag on the table, Yin Yao returned to his normal expression, and rationally recalled the thin, dirty, and dead-faced little boy he brought back in the dilapidated orphanage.

Qingyi Literature.