Dressed as an abandoned daughter of a wealthy family, she relies on metaphysics to become a god

Professor Xia hesitated for a moment and finally said: "I said, let's go down and look for Xiao Du... Even if there are others here, the five of us can't defeat him?"

"Wait a minute." Ling Feng stared at the screen intently.

The F2 floor is very close to where they are. If something really goes wrong, they should be able to hear the sound.

Now, all they could hear was the sound of the elevator's pulleys turning.

Since the elevator is still running, it means that Xiao Du did not encounter any accident.

No one spoke, because they were all waiting for a result, and beads of sweat broke out on Professor Xia's forehead again.

When was the last time he was so nervous?

He couldn't remember it clearly, but he swore that he would never participate in any investigative project of the Secret Service again in the future.

This experience alone was too much for him, and he even had the idea of ​​​​retiring early.

Ding.

There was a slight beating sound, and the elevator successfully reached the F3 floor.

The speed of the elevator has only dropped a lot due to aging, not an emergency.

"Huh..." Zhou Weiqi let out the suffocation he was holding in his chest and said with a smile: "Let me just say, Xiao Du will save the day when big things happen. He is much luckier than us, Director. Do you remember, he has won the lottery of several annual meetings before."

"Really?" Ling Feng recalled it, but there was no result in his mind.

The Secret Service does hold an annual meeting at the end of December every year, which is similar to other companies, but the prizes are a little different.

But he never cared about these "noisy things". Even during the annual meeting, he was still working diligently on the work at hand.

As for who won the prize, he was even less clear.

"Yes, he also took away the magic weapon last year. I have been eyeing the Sanqing Bell for a long time, but I didn't expect that Xiao Dujie got there first." Zhou Weiqi sighed pretending to be dissatisfied.

Professor Xia said kindly: "Okay, okay, you young people love to fight over these gadgets. Who can take it?"

He knew that Zhou Weiqi definitely didn't want to argue with Xiao Du about the lottery, but wanted to liven up the atmosphere and relieve everyone's tension.

However, he could not help but think that he had never encountered something similar before.

A few years ago, when Gu Xiaonan first entered their organization, he got the company's camera in the first year, which made the kid extremely excited.

Professor Xia felt quite sad. He had very complicated feelings for Gu Xiaonan. He had a daughter-like love for her, but also had the teacher's high demands on his students, hoping that she would become a talented person.

But as soon as she disappeared, Professor Xia felt that there seemed to be a heavy barrier between himself and her.

She is a student he has trained for many years, and she is also his most trusted assistant and his promising heir.

How could she do such a thing?

What happened to her that made her want to defect from the organization?

Seeing Professor Xia's solemn expression, Zhou Weiqi quickly changed the topic and started joking with him.

The two got chatting, and Chu Yao raised his eyebrows and asked, "Why, now the troubled person has become our Director Ling?"

"Something's wrong, 'it' is already taking effect." Ling Feng pressed his temples slightly tiredly, "Our memory has been affected, I'm very worried..."