Ren Qiuling smiled, and her confidence was even stronger. She said: "Song Yiyan, get out!" I see what other tricks you have. ”

There was a "bang", a window of the small western-style building broke, and the oily and slippery face of Village Chief Luo appeared near the window. Song Yiyan hid behind Village Chief Luo, and only half of his face appeared next to Village Chief Luo's body.

Song Yiyan said: "Good job, Detective Witch!" If you have the courage, you will come upstairs. He shook the gun in his hand, it was a new rifle. Ren Qiuling remembered that this gun was made in Switzerland, which could be fired in a single shot, in bursts, and had an extremely fast rate of fire, but the firing range was not far, and it was very suitable for street fighting. But she's not an expert on firearms, so she can't remember the name of the gun.

Now it seems that Village Chief Luo is controlled by Song Yiyan. Ren Qiuling didn't think much about it, and ran towards the small western-style building with her waist bent.

As soon as she entered the small western-style building, she saw blood at the top of the stairs. It's not like an illusion - in fact, the world in the illusion doesn't feel bad for the blood, it's all over the place. The amount of blood at the top of the staircase was not much, and there were traces of dragging.

Ren Qiuling's analysis: Song Yiyan injured Village Chief Luo here, and then threatened him to run upstairs. Song Yiyan is not very bold, and it is normal for him to run to a high place when he is nervous. And staying in an enclosed space might make him feel safe, so he didn't choose to face Ren Qiuling in the courtyard.

Without the cover of her teammates, Ren Qiuling's tactical class did not pass the test, so she could only imitate the actions in the shootout movie, leaning on one side here, and running to the second floor to avoid one there. There was still a trail of blood in the stairs, but it wasn't bleeding much. Following the blood stains, Ren Qiuling came to the room on the second floor facing the stairs and shouted, "Song Yiyan, I'm here!" ”

Song Yiyan said: "Come in!" There was no sadness or joy in his voice, and he was very calm.

Ren Qiuling flashed into the room with a gun, only to see Song Yiyan holding a rifle against Village Chief Luo's back, staring at him coldly.

"Lay down your arms!" Ren Qiuling raised her gun and shouted. She saw that Village Chief Luo had been shot in the thigh, and Village Chief Luo covered it with his hand, but the blood still kept flowing.

Song Yiyan said: "You just put down the gun, otherwise I will kill him!" ”

Ren Qiuling sneered: "This is not making a movie, I won't put down the gun." If you're going to be faster than me, give it a try. ”

Song Yiyan was stunned for a moment, and sure enough, he had no actual combat experience, but he stabbed Village Chief Luo with the barrel of his gun, and then said, "Okay, we all hold guns." Village Chief Luo, tell Inspector Ren the truth! He stabbed the barrel of his gun and turned around against Village Chief Luo.

Village Chief Luo raised his hand in a gesture of surrender, slowly turned around, stood in front of Ren Qiuling, and said, "The 50,000 yuan is indeed what I swallowed...... I was fascinated by the fact that I had worked for so many years and that I should be blessed. Alas, I regret it! ”

Ren Qiuling sighed and said, "Actually, everyone knows the truth, and no one has ever doubted Teacher Song. Song Yiyan, you have to kill people for such a thing, you are really a man! ”

Song Yiyan hid behind Village Chief Luo, shook his head and said, "Kill people for 50,000 yuan?" You're wrong! Village Chief Luo and Niu Chaoyu discussed it and wanted me to shut up. They came to my house at night, right in front of my seriously ill mother, and gave me ...... That's how my Hera fever came from. ”

Ren Qiuling looked at Village Chief Luo angrily. Chief Luo brushed the hair on his forehead with his hands - a typical blocking action, representing shame.

Village Chief Luo said: "Teacher Song, at that time, I thought that you would not give me face, and I was afraid that you would sue me, and I would be finished if I checked on me!" Teacher Song, I'm sorry. ”

"Humph!" Song Yiyan sneered: "My mother has been paralyzed for several years, and that night because she wanted to protect me, she got up to beat you!" You knocked her over - and then she didn't eat or drink, and she only lived two days before she died. How can such a thing be done with a word of sorry? ”

Ren Qiuling's gaze at Village Chief Luo became even colder—in fact, her muzzle was not aimed at Song Yiyan, but at Village Chief Luo.

Village Chief Luo knew that he was going to die, so he straightened his waist, coughed twice and said, "So what? I played with your chrysanthemum, I was angry with your mother, besides killing me, what else can you do to me? ”

Song Yiyan was silent.

Ren Qiuling's gun couldn't stop trembling, she didn't know if she would give Village Chief Luo a shot because of her trembling hands.

Song Yiyan suddenly said: "Village Chief Luo, have you felt a fever on your body recently, and a striped blood scab has appeared on your back?" ”

Village Chief Luo was stunned: "How do you know?" ”

Song Yiyan said: "It's very simple, Niu Chaoshu suffers from Hera fever, and he infected me. As for you, you know him so well, it's normal for you to suffer from the same disease. Even if I don't kill you, you'll only have three years to live. Think about who you've passed the disease on, right? Your son? Your nephew? Which of your relatives have been in contact with you? ”

Village Chief Luo's face turned pale: "Hera...... Hertz...... Hot? ”

Song Yiyan nodded and said, "Yes!" That's a dirty disease, you've got a dirty disease! Your blood, every piece of skin on your body, is already dirty, and there is no clean place left. ”

Village Chief Luo's eyes dizzed for a moment, as if he remembered something, and suddenly turned around and hit Song Yiyan with an elbow: "I'll kill you!" He yelled.

"Bang!" Song Yiyan's gun went off.

As the gunshot rang out, Village Chief Luo's body fell straight to the ground.

Ren Qiuling came to her senses and raised her gun again at Song Yiyan.

Song Yiyan reached into his arms, took out a card, and said, "Inspector Ren, do me a favor, this card is a little money I deposited, and the password is Xuanxuan's birthday." Of this money, you use 50,000 yuan to build a cement bridge for Straw Hat Primary School, and the rest will treat Niu Chaoshu's daughter and Village Chief Luo's son! With a wave of his hand, the card flew towards Ren Qiuling.

Ren Qiuling took the card and said, "Don't do stupid things!" She knew that Song Yiyan wanted to kill herself, but she didn't have the confidence to shoot Song Yiyan's gun with one shot - and Song Yiyan was so sick that he would bleed to death as long as he had a slight bruise.

Song Yiyan sighed and said, "Why is it so difficult to be a simple good person? "Raise the gun, and shoot yourself in the chest.

"Alas!" Ren Qiuling sighed and sat on the ground softly.

Outside the window, Zou Yan didn't know when he came, he kicked Lao Ma, Heipi and Wen Xiaoyu a few times, and the three of them stood up in a daze as if they had been awakened from a dream.

After returning to Binjiang, Ren Qiuling checked and found that the money left by Song Yiyan was 2050000! He was much richer when he was a bad guy than a good guy.

Ren Qiuling herself is also poor, and she was afraid that she would not be able to resist the temptation of this money, so she entrusted the money to a caring organization and dealt with it according to Song Yiyan's last words.

Lao Ma, Heipi, and Wen Xiaoyu were not harmed, but they were scared enough. They took a break for a while.

When they were discharged from the hospital, the live broadcast of the international dance competition was being shown on TV. Xuan Xuan, a contestant from China, danced a self-choreographed dance called "Sparrow Spirit". Xuan Xuan on the stage is so free, so smart, like a sparrow flying in the air.

Lee Myung-bak didn't watch TV, he drank coffee and said to Ren Qiuling: "What a huge loss!" Although the ghost cultivation technique is not worth mentioning for a master like Zou Yan, its role in military affairs is too great. We can use imps for reconnaissance, so how many fewer soldiers' lives can be lost? ”

Ren Qiuling also took a sip of coffee and said, "It's a pity that your wishful thinking was wrong." There are strict restrictions on the use of ghost raising techniques, I asked Zou Yan, and he said that basically ghost raising techniques can only be used in the dark. And there are many things that can restrain the imps, such as very murderous soldiers, weapons that have killed people, and so on. As a commercial spy, you have to see if the other party understands feng shui. And raising a little ghost will make people's luck point decrease, and the gains outweigh the losses. ”

Li Mingbo snapped his fingers dissatisfied, "You were deceived by Zou Yan." Don't forget that you're a scientist, and you believe in the unseen things like luck? ”

Ren Qiuling snapped her fingers unconvinced: "Please, you are also a scientist, and you have two doctorates, you actually believe that there are ghosts in the world?" Still want to use it for war? This is going to be known to Newton, don't you scold you to death? ”

Lee Myung-bak sighed: "In fact, many great scientists and artists, such as Newton, Einstein, Freud, Leonardo da Vinci, and Wang Wei and Li Bai in China, all believed in mysticism. Conversely, some people who do not have such a high IQ and have little accomplishment will instead criticize mysticism. We laugh at the mysticism developed by the ancients because of their lack of knowledge, but do we really see the world clearly today? ”

Ren Qiuling gave a standard military salute and said, "Leader, as soon as you talk about philosophy, I will be sleepy." In fact, Xuan Xuan gave me a letter, which was left to me by Song Yiyan. ”

Lee Myung-bak became excited, "What about the letter? Give me? ”

Ren Qiuling took out a letter, took out a piece of stationery and said, "There is only one sentence on it: 'The person who taught me to raise ghosts looks like this. She took out a blank piece of paper from the envelope and said, "Look up this person." ”

On the white paper was a portrait of a man in his forties, with a majestic appearance, a very white complexion, and a black mole on the left cheek.

She handed the sketch to Lee Myung-bak.

Lee Myung-bak looked at the sketch carefully for a moment, then sighed and threw the sketch on the table.

Ren Qiuling was surprised, "Don't you want to know the secret of the ghost raising technique?" Just find this person, huh? ”

Lee Myung-bak shook his head in distress and said, "What do you know?" This person is a thousand times more mysterious than the art of raising ghosts! ”

He took a sip of his coffee and said, "Let's put it this way, at least four million people across the country have seen this man in their dreams." According to our survey, the number of people who have dreamed of this person may be much more than that. Around 1956, he was arrested by the Shanghai police, and he was given a comprehensive physical examination at that time - X-ray scans showed that he had no brain, no internal organs...... We still don't know what kind of existence he is. ”

Ren Qiuling said: "Did you catch him in 1956? And what about later? ”

Lee Myung-bak sighed and said, "He escaped!" Let me tell you, his name appears in some wild histories, his name is Meng Kelu, he should be the nephew of the Qin general Meng Tian, and he has lived for more than 2,000 years until now. But in the Secret Service, his nickname is Nightmare - he is the Nightmare of the Secret Service, a mystery that can never be seen clearly. ”

Ren Qiuling grabbed the paper in disbelief, got up and said goodbye, "I'll check it out." ”

She went back to her office, sat down in front of the computer and searched for a while, and sure enough, she found the most dreamed face on the Internet - exactly the same as the sketch in her hand.

Except that this person was called Meng Kelu, who was the nephew of the Qin general Meng Tian, who lived for more than two thousand years and often appeared in the wild histories of various dynasties, Ren Qiuling knew nothing about this person.

Why did the Shanghai police arrest him back then? Why would an x-ray assume that he had no brain and no internal organs? Is he human, or is it something else?

Ren Qiuling yawned and got up to pour herself a cup of coffee. On the computer desk behind her, the sketch rolled up on its own, then burst into flames and burned into a palm-sized piece of black ash.