After the star fruit got into Dunfrey's car and drove out of the street, Li Qingyan walked back to the yard from the side of the road.

Director Fang was no longer paralyzed, sat up, and frowned at him: "What the hell are you thinking?"

Li Qingyan blinked innocently: "Huh?"

"Why are you in such a hurry to send the little girl away? The old man looked at him suspiciously, "This time it's my old face that I let go of—don't be a demon for me, you kid." ”

"Director Fang, I'm originally a demon. Li Qingyan laughed, "Besides, don't I hope that my sister will become a talent as soon as possible and build a new society together." ”

“...... Hum. The old man squinted at him, "I don't care what happens to you and that little girl, but don't make trouble under my nose, don't make trouble for me!"

Li Qingyan wanted to speak. The old man lay down and waved his hand: "Don't tell me anything." ”

Lying down for a while: "You go to see Lao Wang." ”

Li Qingyan said happily: "Hey." ”

But as soon as he went out, he went to the scene of the accident just now, and when he passed in front of the house of "Lao Wang", that is, Wang Rucheng's father and grandfather Wang in his mouth, he didn't even stop.

Director Fang's face was cold and soft-hearted, and he said that Wang Rucheng died well—and he did think so—but he was worried about his old comrades-in-arms. But Li Qingyan knew that Old Man Wang didn't need to be comforted, or that going to see him at this time would make him feel uncomfortable. He could imagine what the old man would say if he really went:

Ah, don't look at me. Tell the old party to rest assured, it's nothing. Alas, it was I who embarrassed the old side. Teach such a son.

Like many soldiers of his time, Mr. Wang had a heart of stone. Although the heart is still soft on the inside, he will not let others see it.

So today, after sending away the star fruit, he can spend a whole day investigating the attacker's affairs first, and maybe he will have time to go to the promotion association to have a look.

Old man Fang felt that he was in too much of a hurry to tell the star fruit to leave, but in fact, he didn't want to send the girl away so quickly. But when he saw Dumfrey, his mind changed. Because I think that person is a little "weird". Where is the blame, it is not good to say, it is just an intuition.

So tell star fruit to go with him. If the man had come quickly not for hospitality but for the sake of the star fruit itself, perhaps something else could have been drawn from him. This will help Li Qingyan figure out "why he reminded himself to save star fruit".

When he walked to the intersection, he did not turn into the "food street" - the scene had been sealed off by a police cordon, and the people watching the excitement outside were crowded. He turned into the second street. From here, you can walk into the neighborhood where the white-haired figure was located.

Star fruit should also be surprised. He thought silently to himself as he walked. But the girl was very smart. He poured some spiritual power into her palm and wrote the word "diligence", although the girl didn't know what it meant, but she still quickly calmed down and was extremely cooperative.

This kind of psychological quality and mind is born to be the material for being an agent. It's a pity to be born on a farm and grow up on a farm. It's just that she's too innocent now. Li Qingyan also knew that the girl would ask herself the same question many times in her heart: Why is he so good to me?

He smiled. If you stay in Beishan for a longer time, you will eventually realize that there may be hatred for no reason in this city, but there will never be love for no reason. That's reality – welcome to the real world.

He quickly walked to the entrance of the community. The security guard saw him and smiled: "Director Xiao Li." ”

Li Qingyan also smiled kindly: "Go in and do something - are there any idle people in the community recently?"

The security guard is also a white bracelet. Hearing this, he immediately glared: "What's wrong?"

He pointed to the scene of the incident: "Did someone sabotage it?" I heard that there was an explosion over there, but I can't see it, Director Li, tell me, what's wrong?"

"I don't know about that. Watch the news in the evening. Li Qingyan said solemnly, "Have you seen a foreigner, white-haired?" ”

The security guard thought seriously for a while: "I didn't see it." ”

"That's fine. Li Qingyan walked into the community, "By the way, tomorrow you will count the demon clans in the community who are going to take medicine this month, and I will get it on the 10th." ”

"Okay. ”

He quickly found the building. Outside the community, facing the street, there is only one unit in each building. He went up the stairs, and when he reached the twelfth floor of the top floor, he pressed the elevator up again and went in to explore.

There is a faint remnant of spiritual power. But it's extremely weak, and it's not very clever, and it seems that the caster is at most level seven. This kind of thing is common—Beishan City has a population of 20 million, and there are about 500,000 seventh-level monks, nearly forty to one. There are more than 1,000 people in this community, and it is not unusual for dozens of them to have practiced.

Strictly speaking, even a practitioner should not abuse spiritual power in his daily life, except in special circumstances. But that's not his business. Besides, when Lao Tzu turns into a flower at home and comes out to make the little one happy, who will come to the door to admonish him when he is full.

Then he walked to the roof of the building and looked at the scene of the incident.

Here, the situation at the place of the incident is unobstructed, but there is also no spiritual power left. Li Qingyan unbuttoned the second button of his shirt to blow the wind, and began to think about what kind of means he would use to achieve the effect in the morning.

During his time at the training camp in Northern Siberia, he was familiar with almost all the methods of practice below the fifth level. Whether it is the Fa-rectification of the six sects and five schools, or the "sideways" of some small schools of the people. Although it didn't get any effect on him, it made him especially familiar with the use of various spells.

The people in the Secret Service knew that he also had an amazing sensitivity to spiritual power, and could intuitively sense a lot of spiritual remnants that needed to be detected by instruments, and because of this, he was finally absorbed by the system.

But even with his experience, it is difficult to imagine that with what kind of means he knows, "accidents" can happen to himself or star fruit one after another.

Zhen Duanming in the second accident died very aggrieved. The fifth-level monk of the Zongdao Bureau was killed by bullets, and it would be a joke when it was passed out. Because if someone uses magic to control and interfere with the drone, such a strong spiritual power fluctuation will be detected by the agent at the first time. Then, whether it is the "Solid Ox Charm", the "Handling Method", or the "Golden Body Charm", it can easily deal with the rapid-fire machine gun on it.

It's a pity......

Wait a minute.

Li Qingyan frowned. Fifth Rank Monk.

As a fifth-level monk, Zhen Duanming didn't die after being shot for the first time - the bullet was embedded in his skull. This warhead, which can instantly explode the heads of ordinary people, was hard-wired by the strong body of a fifth-level monk.

However...... Dunfrey has a callouse on the knuckle of his right ring finger.

When holding the brush to practice calligraphy, the back of the second knuckle of the ring finger is pressed against the barrel. If ordinary people practice diligently, it will indeed be different from the surrounding skin - just like a person who has been working in front of the computer with a mouse all year round, there will also be a small piece of skin on the inside of the wrist that becomes slightly smoother due to friction.

But the problem is that Dumfrey is a monk class - at least level five.

The skin and flesh that can hold a bullet will not grind out the cocoon because of the practice of calligraphy.