At this time, Lang Zongyi stood at the door that was broken open by his subordinates, rubbing a gold-plated badge.

The shade in the building added a little chill to his body, but it was far from making him colder than Yan Jiu's words.

Yan Jiu, the director of the funeral home who met Qian Yankai, seems to have a violent aesthetic that defies common sense.

Said she didn't have a heart.

But they will adopt yin spirits and monsters.

Said she had a heart.

but he regards human life as a mustard.

It's so contradictory.

Lang Zongyi can guess.

Someone must have taught her to maintain the status quo and teach her to walk in the intersection of good and evil when Yan Jiu was babbling.

Who could that person be?

There was no such master in his knew, otherwise he would not have grown into what he is now, and the slightest mood swing could make his bloodline beast.

Brief time together.

Lang Zongyi knew that Yan Jiu and him were the same kind of people.

It's a pity that someone taught Yan Jiu to live well and happily, but no one came to teach him.

Otherwise.

He doesn't have to be ...... because of 4 years ago

Then.

Yan Jiu's exclamation interrupted Lang Zongyi's thoughts.

"This friend, you're going to ga, I'm the director of the funeral home who doesn't go slowly, do you want to leave a contact information? Book now to get a beautiful urn~"

Lang Zongyi: Is "......" a problem that normal carbon-based organisms can think of?

His eyes as black as a falcon looked at Yan Jiu without blinking, as if he was looking at something rare.

Yan Jiu thought that Lang Zongyi didn't hear it.

She was about to repeat it.

System: [Host, let me prove that this handsome customer has already left contact information!] 】

Yan Jiu was suspicious.

She took a half-step back.

looked at Lang Zongyi carefully.

The tall body is as calm as a mountain.

There was no superfluous expression on his cold face.

The whole body is filled with a strong sense of oppression.

He is wearing a black uniform today.

The buttons are fastened to the extreme, and people can't look through the neckline.

Without the mask and brim of his hat, his face was exposed, as if carefully sculpted by an artist.

There was a smell of abstinence all over the body.

Lang Zongyi took a few steps forward.

As a result, half of his face falls into the shadows.

The natural sense of atmosphere seems to be restrained and calm, ruthless and cold.

System: [Suck and suck, so handsome!] 】

It secretly photographed Lang Zongyi's face, and silently stored the photo in the data space.

The space is full of handsome photos that it treasures.

The kind that doesn't exchange anything~

Yan Jiu has no systematic nymphomania.

Lang Zongyi stopped in front of her and leaned over slightly.

She could clearly feel Lang Zongyi's body temperature, and it was hot towards her from a distance of more than ten centimeters.

But there was no temperature in those eyes.

Obviously.

Lang Zongyi knows who she is.

It seems that he has a sense of distance from her.

Yan Jiu raised his eyebrows: "Is it Mr. Lang?" ”

Ma Weiwei watched from the sidelines in horror, lest the two of them meet each other at the peak.

As soon as he heard it, Yan Jiu knew Lang Zongyi's surname.

Ma was slightly surprised: "Seniors know our bureau?" ”

After saying that, she patted her head.

Yan Jiu is so good at fortune telling.

I will definitely be able to calculate Lang Zongyi.

In fact.

Yan Jiu was confused in his heart.

She can't count Lang Zongyi!

This must not be known to her master and brother, otherwise she will be ridiculed for her lack of skill.

Yan Jiu doesn't like to get along with his own kind.

That would only arouse her competitive spirit.

Yan Jiu didn't ask Lang Zongyi why he knew that he wanted to Ga so early, and why he didn't show his face to buy an urn from her, she chose to smile at Lang Zongyi.

Then he looked at the subdued cigar man.

Ma Weiwei immediately said: "Senior Yan, rest assured, we will have a special prison waiting for him." ”

Yan Jiu didn't speak.

She walked up to the cigar man.

Raising your hand directly is a resounding slap.

Yan Jiu shook his hand: "Your silence is too noisy." ”

Everyone looked at the cigar man who was stunned by Yan Jiu: You just want to find a reason to beat him, right!?

System: [......] I've been with so many hosts, and this one is the most outrageous.

Ma Wei quietly glanced at Lang Zongyi, she didn't want Yan Jiu, who had a true temperament, to be blacklisted by the bureau.

At that time, Lang Zongyi didn't think much about it at all.

On the contrary, there is some envy.

In his position.

A lot of things are out of your mind.

I can't be angry, I can't fight.

Suddenly there was a person who didn't play according to the routine, and he inexplicably understood Ma Weiwei's idea of strongly recommending Yan Jiu, which was nothing more than that Yan Jiu was too suitable to break the rules of the workplace.

Soon after.

The cigar man wakes up, shouting that special agencies can't arbitrarily detain innocent people without evidence.

Ma Weiwei couldn't help but say: "You are suspected of many disappearances, this is a search warrant and an arrest warrant, if there is any injustice, leave it in court and call it to the presiding judge." ”

The cigar man's heart is like ashes.

He's not going to die.

But he has to face the end of life is worse than death.

This is not what he wants!

Cigar Man thought of a word called "retribution", and he repeated, "It's not like this, it shouldn't be like this." ”

Yan Jiu agreed: "It really shouldn't be like this. ”

Ma was slightly puzzled: "Senior? ”

With Yan Jiu's character.

How can it be jealous and hateful.

It is impossible to be spoken by the sinful.

And he heard.

Yan Jiu stared straight at the cigar man's powerless struggle: "You should go to hell to atone for your sins." ”

Ma Weiwei understood: This is the correct way for Yan Jiu to open .jpg

The cigar man heard Yan Jiu's eerie words.

He remembered the fear of being dominated by Yan Jiu's fist, and suddenly stopped complaining.

Kneeling and begging Ma Weiwei and others to escort him away.

Ma Weiwei: "......" on how to make the suspect quickly fall to justice, the answer - you have to go out of the horse.

When the cigar man was escorted away by the agency team.

Yan Jiu still didn't leave the office.

She didn't stop the cigar man's "escape".

Look only at a mezzanine that is sealed by a wall.

Lang Zongyi's deep voice carried a hint of doubt: "What did Director Yan see?" ”

Yan Jiu turned around and looked at Lang Zongyi.

The inky black uniform meticulously wrapped Lang Zongyi's body with flat shoulders and a thin waistline.

The special badge on Lang Zongyi's chest was bright and dazzling, flashing with a righteous and awe-inspiring light.

No doubt.

Lang Zongyi is trustworthy.

Yan Jiu chose to tell the truth, and was not worried about someone covering up: "Aren't you embarrassed about the issue of evidence collection?" ”

Her bland words were like a sandstorm that swept through the cigar man's entire mental world.

It scared the cigar man so much that his face was bloodless.

Lang Zongyi instantly understood Yan Jiu's voice-over: "Could it be that there is evidence of his crime inside." ”

Yan Jiu only sat on the sofa next to him, closed his eyes and recuperated: "Mr. Lang might as well take a look for himself." ”

Lang Zongyi quietly looked at Yan Jiu, who was wrapped in the illusion of comfort, and the years had crossed the good light for her.

Meantime.

also made the real Yan Jiu disappear in a fog, making it impossible for outsiders to find out Yan Jiu.

Lang Zongyi vaguely felt that fate had cruelly taken away the love net that others had carefully woven for Yan Jiu.

Yan Jiu, who has lost love, groped his way forward.

Out of the way it is now.

Lang Zongyi also saw.

In the long years.

There is a heart that sleeps permanently.

No one could wake it up.

No one can enter Yan Jiu's heart.

While looking at Yan Jiu, the whites of Lang Zongyi's eyes would become dark as ink in the blink of an eye.

After a while, he slowly withdrew his gaze from the examiner, no longer trying to see through Yan Jiu.

After all.

Under the wheel of impermanence of fate.

Who is better than whom.

(End of chapter)