The room that hadn't had a meeting in days.

Yuan Qingshan held the teacup and sat on the chair.

"Tianyan, come out."

"I'll ask you something."

Yuan Qingshan's voice continued to echo in the room.

But...

No one answered.

"Isn't it there?"

"It's so disrespectful to me, it's not the kind of 24-hour surveillance for me."

Yuan Qingshan frowned slightly, and muttered.

Picked up the phone, found a number and dialed it: "Tianyan is not here, you can prepare to deploy the layout for the soul hunting team." ”

The tone was unusually solemn.

"Senior, it's not good to tear up the contract just after the transaction."

On the screen, the virtual face slowly appeared, and even if it was an electronic sound, a little helplessness could be heard from it.

Yuan Qingshan put his mobile phone on the table, and smiled at the corner of his mouth: "It's not that I miss you, let's chat with you." ”

"If you don't do that, you won't come out."

Yuan Qingshan's face did not have any guilt, and the wind was light.

In exchange, it is the silence of the virtual human face.

"Alright, no kidding, let's get down to business."

"How was the food from the Ministry of Information yesterday?"

Yuan Qingshan seemed to be sympathetic to the old leader of his subordinates, and asked for warmth.

The virtual person's face shook slightly, and he didn't say a word.

"Yesterday I ordered something small in the cafeteria of the Ministry of Information."

"Well, little little things."

"Help you get your stomach out."

Yuan Qingshan talked to himself, and finally nodded slightly.

It's like affirming your own language.

...

"Senior, I'm not in the Ministry of Information."

The virtual face is faintly spoken.

Yuan Qingshan nodded: "Oh, I believe it." ”

"Do you know what I did before I became the Director of Education?"

Virtual face correction: "Senior, it's the deputy director." ”

“...”

"Just what you talk a lot?"

"Damn, it's disrupted the old man's rhythm."

"Now on, I ask, you answer."

"Otherwise, Lao Tzu will get your soul hunter group!"

"Understood?"

Yuan Qingshan's face darkened instantly, and he said to the virtual face, his tone full of threats.

It's like a street thug who collects protection money.

"Do you know what I did before I became the Director of Education?"

Yuan Qingshan asked again.

"I don't know."

The virtual face became much more well-behaved, and even controlled the face and shook his head.

"Okay, since you asked sincerely, the old man will tell you compassionately."

"Once... I am a hexagram master. ”

"Every night when you look at the sky, you have to explore the mysteries of the future."

"It's a pity that this way lost Yang Shou, and finally had no choice but to give up."

"But the old man doesn't know why, just to see that your little guy fits his eyes, he will make an exception today and calculate a hexagram for you!"

"Would you like to?"

Yuan Qingshan seemed to miss his youthful years, sighed faintly, and spoke.

Loneliness is written on his face.

When it comes to the words "are you willing", the tone is inexplicably a little gloomy.

"May ... Willing. ”

The virtual face was silent for a long time before he sighed softly and spoke.

I don't know what kind of medicine this old guy sells in his gourd.

"The old man pinched his fingers and counted..."

"Your name is Luo Yu, male, 26 years old, a native of Mocheng."

"My parents died young."

"I didn't go to college, but because of my excellent computer skills, I joined the Ministry of Information."

"The station number is 3021!"

"Am I right?"

Yuan Qingshan said slowly, and the virtual face shook violently and disappeared on the screen.

picked up his mobile phone and was still talking to Qi Changshan: "Did you hear that?" ”

"Is there any movement at that station?"

On the other side of the phone, Qi Changshan's voice was cold: "Yes, don't talk so much nonsense next time, it's fun to pretend to be a force?" ”

After saying that, the phone hung up.

Yuan Qingshan put down the phone with a smile, leaned back in the chair, tapped his fingers lightly on the tabletop, and muttered to himself: "I'm really looking forward to this little guy, come to the bowl." ”

The other side.

Ministry of Information.

A young man at the workstation got up suddenly, looked around, his face was a little gloomy, he lowered his head and said nothing, turned around and left.

"Where are you going?"

"As a senior, I invite you to a cup of tea."

A cold voice rang out from behind him.

The young man's body stiffened, and he turned around and wanted to run.

But...

The body seemed to be grasped by an invisible giant palm, unable to move.

Immediately after that, the body lifts into the air.

Qi Changshan just stood behind him, with his hands behind his back, an unpretentious image of a little old man, and walked into the distance.

The youth floated above him the whole time.

Disappeared from the sight of the Ministry of Information.

……

Interrogation room.

It's right next door to Black Angel's.

The young man sat on the chair with some restraint, without handcuffs or anklets, and all the energy on his body was imprisoned.

Panicked, restless.

Not even a single person in the room came in to interrogate him from beginning to end.

Suddenly, the wall in front of him became transparent.

The situation in the other interrogation room can be clearly seen.

The man...

Some noodles are familiar, and they are more than just familiar.

I saw it a few times through the camera on the man's laptop, and I also took pictures secretly.

Cult of God, Black Angel.

A god.

Seven Awakened Ones.

Two gray-haired old men, who were in that interrogation room at this time, smirked all over their faces, and slammed into the black angel's face with one punch and another punch.

The room was filled with the painful wails of the black angels and the unyielding eyes of the black angels.

The wail sounded chilling.

The two old men, who were supposed to be very charitable, looked like devils from hell in the eyes of the young man at this time, and their bodies exuded black energy.

It's just a blue-faced fang.

Even...

They even pulled out the same tool.

Take a needle prick.

Finish padding chili water.

Sprinkle with salt again.

And so on and so on, the young man kept swallowing his saliva.

The torture lasted for an hour.

Eventually, the two old men finally got a little tired, wiped the sweat from their foreheads, breathed a sigh of relief, and got up.

And then... And then...

The door to his interrogation room was opened.

"Young man, let's go through the process first?"

"Say it or not!"

"Oh, it's great that you don't say it."

Without giving the young man a chance to speak at all, Yuan Qingshan talked to himself and glanced at Qi Changshan.

"You're coming first?"

"I'll take a break."

As he spoke, Yuan Qingshan sat on the chair opposite the young man, poured himself a glass of water, and took a sip.

And Qi Changshan stood in front of the young man and slammed an iron box on the table.

Open it.

The tools in the box are dazzling.

...

Youth... It's numb.