The Internal Control Bureau is famous in Nanyang, and after hearing the worry of the man in black, Zhang Jiao's face became significantly more ugly, and he suddenly closed his eyes, took a few deep breaths, and drew a cross on his chest, and when he opened it again, his eyes had become extremely clear.

He said firmly to the man in black, "My lord, no one can force a devout disciple of the Heavenly Father to confess a crime he has not done. ”

"Yard, after drawing the cross 'seat', do you directly become an 'adult', these superstitious guys are really Shinto, and I don't know where the confidence comes from.

No wonder the captain of C9523 knocked him out when he made black money. Seeing this, the man in black secretly thought in his heart, but nodded on the surface, "I almost forgot your identity as a Heavenly Father Sect ascetic, so it should be fine." ”

After that, he took out a silver metal vial from his coat pocket and slid it from the round table to Zhang Jiao's face, "But white crow, sometimes some drugs to extract confessions, relying on human willpower is simply impossible to survive."

Drink this sobering pill that neutralizes most of the elixirs, and with the power of your faith, make sure nothing goes wrong. ”

"Thank you, sir. Zhang Jiao looked very grateful when he heard this, and directly picked up the metal bottle on the table, unplugged the stopper, and drank the viscous green elixir inside.

Seeing this, the man in black nodded with satisfaction, tilted his head and said to the Liao column: "Okay, let's arrange for someone to send the white crow to the Internal Control Bureau." ”

"Yes, seated. Liao Column's eyes showed a different color, sighed secretly, got up and personally led Zhang Jiao out of the conference room, and arranged for his special car driver to send him to the Xiangbei Internal Control Bureau, known as the 'Tiger's Den'.

In the twilight, the courtyard alone is more than 10 acres large, and the tree-lined Xiangbei Internal Bureau looks particularly gloomy.

In the courtyard at the entrance of a three-story office building with a very large area and a solid bunker-like building, Zhang Jiao was taken over by the cadres of the Internal Control Bureau after completing the handover procedures.

Escorted by two expressionless middle-aged men into the elevator leading to the underground.

I don't know how many floors I went underground, he got out of the elevator and was taken into a dark room in a daze.

Then, on the ceiling of the basement, a ceiling spotlight suddenly lit up and shone on a wooden chair on the floor.

Then a slightly hoarse voice, apparently modified by the voice-changing system, sounded, "Please take a seat." ”

Zhang Jiao walked to the chair and sat down, and said directly without being shocked: "I'm about to die." ”

"Oh, why?" the voice asked, unsurprisingly unsurprised.

"Your Internal Control Bureau grabbed the pigtails of the night watchman," Zhang Jiao shrugged, "The director of District 5 thinks that instead of being taken by the Xiangbei Internal Control Bureau, it is better to poison me and let me die violently when I am interrogated by you."

In this way, although the Xiangbei Internal Control Bureau caught a few night watchmen doing dirty work, an innocent night watchman who entered the Internal Control Bureau as an assistant to the investigation also died inexplicably.

Everyone is equal to a 1:1 draw, wouldn't everyone be happy.

So if you want to take this opportunity to suppress the night watch, you'd better help me find a doctor for a blood test as soon as possible to see if there is any help. ”

When the words landed, the voice that changed his voice said leisurely: "I don't feel like you need to be so troublesome, you won't die." ”

Hearing this, Zhang Jiao suddenly had a subtle feeling, rolled his eyelids and said, "You don't believe me?"

"It's not that I don't believe you, but I have confidence in you," the voice of the voice changed and said with a smile: "If the regional director of a mere Xiangbei night watchman can kill you Zhang Lingjiao."

The Nanyang government has long since recovered the whole territory, eliminated Himaru, and marched into the Eastern Continent. ”

When Zhang Jiao heard this, his whole body was excited, and he felt the cold hairs on his back stand up, and said with a dry smile: "I don't know what you're talking about, what Zhang Lingjiao, my name is Qiao Sheng..."

"Qiao Sheng, is life in disguise," the voice that changed his voice interrupted Zhang Jiao's words: "There is a saying that life is made up of coincidences.

I didn't believe it.

Unexpectedly, because of his political stance and investigating the background of a tricky murder suspect's intimate person, he found a strange person who had been dead for 20 years.

At the end of the golden age of Nanyang, this strange man suddenly appeared next to Moses, the creator of the Heavenly Father Sect of Nanyang, and became his most important disciple.

After that, he suddenly fainted, and was in a vegetative state under the care of Moses for 17 years, and after Moses returned to the Vatican, he was in a coma for another 3 years and finally died of oil.

Because of the people's tea and cooling, the body was thrown away in an underground crematorium in District 3 without being taken seriously.

By the way, you know what, when you first woke up, you saw the cremator, who was not called Du Bo at all, but Xie Guang, because I was afraid of you..."

"That's enough," Zhang Jiao said coldly: "Let's talk about the key, how did you know that Qiao Sheng is Zhang Lingjiao?"

"A flash of inspiration. The voice that changed his voice said slowly, "My son has recently chosen the path of dual cultivation of law and martial arts.

It is always said that military force and swordsmanship are clearly compatible, but they are very different from each other, and your identity as Qiao Sheng is best at swordsmanship.

According to the survey, after only two months of training in a folk ordinary martial arts hall, he is better than anyone who has practiced swords for decades..."

Zhang Jiao suddenly interjected faintly when he heard this: "Sister Xiaozhou, haven't you had a son in 20 years?"

Let him choose to practice military martial arts, I have here a complete set of strengthening exercises compiled by a strong man close to mythology, which can be passed on to him. ”

When the words landed, the lights in the basement suddenly turned on, reflecting the low-key and luxurious decorations and furnishings in the room.

Behind an antique desk, Liang Xiaozhou smiled at Zhang Jiao with red eyes and whispered: Sure enough, Zhang Lingjiao, who is extremely wise, can guess that it is me, and the color.

Welcome back. ”

"Sister Xiaozhou, among the people close to me, you are the only one who may be showing off your power in the Xiangbei Internal Control Bureau now, how can you not guess it.

Your appearance hasn't changed much, but there are a little more crow's feet in the corners of your eyes when you smile," Zhang Jiao looked back at Liang Xiaozhou and said with a smile: "But it's still so beautiful and smart."

However, I was surprised that I had only been rolling in the Xiangbei Internal Control Bureau for 20 years. ”

"I am the deputy director of the Xiangyuan General Administration of Internal Affairs and the director of the Capital Bureau," Liang Xiaozhou said, "In terms of actual power, I am also among the top 100 in the entire Nanyang region."

It's not as bad as you think, okay? ”

The deputy director of the General Bureau of Internal Affairs and the director of the Capital Bureau of Xiangyuan is not worth mentioning in the Nanyang government sequence, and on the surface he is not even as good as an ordinary deputy minister of the central department, but the actual power is amazing.

Zhang Jiao understood this, nodded and said, "That's right, it's not in line with your character to take real profits and throw away your false name." ”