Bureau of Psychic Creatures Investigation

Inside the restaurant.

Everyone pretended that nothing happened and enjoyed the food on their own.

And Cao Lin's eyes began to narrow.

Fu Kuan stared at Cao Lin's movements, and kept paying attention to the expression on the man in the suit.

The man in the suit didn't seem to have imagined that drawing a tube of blood would be so painful!
"This... how painful! And it's getting more and more painful!"

Cao Lin smiled slightly, but did not stop what he was doing.

While pulling the syringe, he explained: "It's normal, so don't make a fuss. Such a small tube of blood won't affect you much. You can rest assured about this."

Hearing this, the man in the suit calmed down a little.

And Lian kept staring at the blood in the needle, his eyes changed.

The blood in the needle is not bright red.

It was dark red with a hint of black.

She looked at Fu Kuan.

Fu Kuan is now just staring at the wrist of the man in the suit. After all, the tattoo on the wrist is the key.

As the blood filling the needle tube gradually increased, the tattoo on the man's wrist also began to become blurred.

In less than 5 minutes, the tattoo on the man's wrist had disappeared without a trace.

Cao Lin's blood draw was different from ordinary blood draws.

His speed is very slow.

Almost reached a state of stillness.

So it took him more than ten minutes to complete the work with less than [-] milliliters of blood.

"Got it!"

Cao Lin stuck a white gauze similar to talisman paper on the wrist of the man in the suit.

"You can leave now. If you want, you can go to the Cao family's manor and receive some benefits."

Cao Lin is very good at doing things.

He knew that even an ordinary person would feel a little uncomfortable to have such a tube of blood drawn for no reason.

What's more, this man in a suit is no ordinary person.

This kid is a real rich second generation.

This is true, but after all, the Cao family has a big family and a great business, and ordinary people can brag about it for a while if they can get in touch with Cao Lin.

What's more, Cao Lin drew blood to make the ghost lines on their wrists disappear.

It can be said that this is a business that will never lose money.

Cao Lin knew this in his heart.

The man in the suit is even clearer.

"If it's good, I don't need it. I don't have time to thank you! Mr. Cao, you solved such a difficult problem for me. I should be the one to repay you."

There was a dog-licking smile on the face of the man in the suit.

Seeing this, Fu Kuan couldn't help laughing.

Cao Lin waved his hand: "No matter what, there are still rules. How about this, you go to Cao's manor and get some money. Although it's not much, it's enough for your pocket money."

"Okay! Thank you, Mr. Cao."

The man in the suit had a grateful expression on his face, and then he stood up and took out a business card.

"This is my business card. If Mr. Cao needs anything in the future, you can come to me. I will definitely help!"

"it is good!"

Cao Lin took the business card and casually threw it on the table.

He still understands such a little bit of sophistication.

After the man in the suit left, Fu Kuan smiled and said, "You boy, you are very good at buying people's hearts."

"No way, it's just a small trick. After all, I'm doing them a favor. Not only is this ghost tattoo on their bodies not beneficial at all, but it will make their bodies worse day by day."

"How do you say that?"

Fu Kuan was a little surprised, because Gan Zhao didn't say this.

Mr. Gan just said that the ghost lines cannot be washed off.

"The yin energy in the ghost pattern is too heavy for ordinary people to bear. Look at such a small tube of dark blood, the yin energy inside is almost heavier than the yin energy contained in a century-old coffin. !Of course, the side effects are far more than that.”

Cao Lin explained patiently, then sealed the blood in the needle tube, and carefully put it into a satchel that he carried with him.

"Okay, let's eat for a while?"

"No appetite."

Cao Lin smiled embarrassingly, and looked at Lian.

Lian didn't speak, but shook his head.

"In that case, shall we withdraw?"

"Ah."

Fu Kuan felt a little helpless, Cao Lin obviously came here for the man in the suit.

The intelligence network of their Cao family is too huge.

Finding a ghost pattern person is still easy.

Not to mention, a person in public.

The three of them quickly got into the car and left the western restaurant, Fu Kuan asked Cao Lin to settle Lian down first.

Cao Lin readily agreed.

After the arrangements were made, the two came to the garden.

"Any plans?"

"Intention? What do you mean?"

Fu Kuan was a little confused.

"What I'm talking about is your plan for the Guibu."

"The Ministry of Conspiracy has not considered it for the time being. After all, this kind of thing is a bit brain-intensive. The most important thing is that the Ministry of Conspiracy has never shot me, at least it has no idea of ​​​​killing me."

Fu Kuan gave a wry smile.

This is the case now.

People don't offend me, I don't offend others, and Fu Kuan knows that what he has to do now is to figure out the purpose of the secret department.

After all, prescribing the right medicine is the best policy.

"Dinglingling—" Cao Lin's cell phone rang.

Fu Kuan frowned, it seemed that there was something new.

He looked helpless. I'm afraid he won't be able to sleep well tonight.

"Okay! I see, it's still there, right?"

"Yeah, I got it."

After Cao Lin hung up the phone, he looked at Fu Kuan.

"Don't make such an expression, kid, I'll go with you!"

Fu Kuan gave a helpless wry smile.

"Come on, I know you won't refuse!"

The two immediately rushed out of the city without stopping.

"Where are you going this time?"

"An old textile factory staff dormitory complex."

"Oh? Another ghost tattoo?"

"Yes! I just received a letter from the eyeliner, saying that the people from the Ministry of Guilt are also eyeing this place, and this guy has three ghost tattoos on his body. This is the first time I have encountered it today."

"Three ghost tattoos."

Fu Kuan was a little surprised.

"That's right, I'm afraid the benefits you can get are huge. It's definitely not just three times the number of people with a ghost tattoo. It shouldn't be counted like that."

"Row!"

The two rushed towards the staff dormitory of the textile factory.

As the neon lights outside the car windows become more and more sparse, there are fewer vehicles on the road.

"Is it far away?"

"Outside the city, there are still five or six minutes left."

Fu Kuan closed his eyes.

He is not interested in these things.

All he has to do is to deal with the people from the Guibu for a while.

"呲-"

Cao Lin slammed on the brakes, and Fu Kuan leaned forward sharply.

"arrive!"

"Snapped!"

Fu Kuan got out of the car and closed the door, and began to scan his surroundings.

The street lights were dim, and Fu Kuan even felt a little eerie.

In an old residential area in front of me, there are almost no lights.

"Most of the people here have moved away, and the rest are probably old people."