Did Mr. Xu confess today?

"Since ancient times, humans, monsters, gods and ghosts have been divided into four major realms, and there are countless other realms. Among them, the demon and human realms are the closest. Ordinary monsters are born in the human realm and exist in the demon realm. They come and go frequently, and there are even humans. Demon world, write down the book and leave it to the world."

"However, hundreds of years ago, the gates of the two realms were narrowed, and since then, the demon realm has been regulated, and the demon race has passed to the human realm. Together with humans, we founded our Spiritual Management Bureau."

Tao Ming was wearing a suit, caressing the pen in his hand.His tone was extremely slow, as if he was going to tell people to fall asleep, and the faces of everyone at the conference table were expressionless.

"Director, you have said this hundreds of times, can you talk about the key points first..."

A young man on the lower left muttered, he jumped onto the chair, and suddenly turned into a cat-like creature, with a black body but a white head.

Tao Ming frowned and looked at him: "The meeting should look like a meeting, kitten, you should change back quickly."

"I'm not a cat, I'm a tengu."

Cong Mao refuted Tao Ming's words, and turned back into a human body with all his teeth and claws.

"Be more honest." Qi Ling said, then looked at Tao Ming: "Director, please continue."

Tao Ming looked at Qi Ling with relief, feeling a little guilty in his heart: "Qi Ling, the next thing is also related to you."

Everyone at the conference table knew that the main event was coming, and immediately cheered up and sat up straight.

Tao Ming took a sip of tea from the mug, and said, "I'm going to retire this month, and our bureau also needs a new director."

Qi Ling's brain hadn't responded yet, Tao Ming went on to say, "At first I was optimistic about Qi Ling."

As soon as everyone heard Qi Ling's name, they immediately applauded regardless of the three sevens and twenty ones.

Bald rabbit spirit Chi Yu: "Okay!"

Cong Mao wagged his unretracted tail: "That's great!"

"Unanimous approval!" Liu Liu then added a sentence for the vacant seat next to him - Xia Yanzhi, who would always be absent: "The director is wise."

Nan Yi didn't say anything, and clapped along with a group of people expressionlessly.

Anyway, applause is right at this time.

Qi Ling glanced at them, and everyone immediately fell silent and put away their paws.

"Originally?" Qi Ling looked at Tao Ming, his fingers casually rubbing the edge of the table.

Tao Ming blushed slightly, and coughed uncomfortably: "Above, someone parachuted..."

Hearing this, Qi Ling didn't know whether he was relieved or disappointed, he lowered his head and hummed, got up and opened the door to leave the conference room.

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As the sun sets, the snack street in the old city is lit up, and the aroma wafts through the whole street.

The houses here are a bit old, with creepers covering the walls of the buildings, countless small advertisements on the telephone poles on the street, and a village green bicycle parked next to the Liu Ji Wonton shop on the street.

Qi Ling was in this small shabby shop, sucking up the little wonton soup left in the bowl, while Cong Mao looked at him anxiously, sitting with his back straight, like an obedient elementary school student attending class.

"Boss, are you really planning to resign?"

The wontons in front of Cong Mao were steaming, but he had no appetite at all, and he didn't even finish the few shrimp-stuffed wontons that Big Brother Liu specially added.

After Qi Ling drank the last sip of soup, he wiped his mouth with unsatisfied meaning: "Otherwise, what are the three fires for the new official to take office, waiting to be burned?"

Everyone in the bureau and the dispatch office knew that Qi Ling would be the new bureau chief, but they didn't expect that he, an old monster who had lived for thousands of years, would be squeezed out by a new junior in the end.

Although he is also considering resigning, there is an essential difference between being squeezed out and resigning voluntarily.

Furious, Cong Mao threw his chopsticks: "What is the origin of this Xu Hanzhi? I've never heard of such a character in the two worlds of demons and gods before?"

Qi Ling hiccupped and said, "I've heard a little about the new generation of fierce beasts that are born with the aura of heaven and earth, but I've never seen them, but if they can offend the dispatch office, I'll help them up. Naturally, it won't be easy."

He took out a piece of paper to wipe his mouth clean, and continued: "Be careful in the future, don't let others kill you by accident."

Cong Mao shuddered, but still pouted his neck and said, "Boss, don't worry, I will never accept the second person as our new director. When he comes, I will make him look good!"

Qi Ling rolled his eyes at him, and said to himself, I'll just listen to your nonsense.

When something happens, you don't scare like a sunfish.

And at this time, a beautiful girl in a white dress walked into the store, Qi Ling caught him out of the corner of his eye, immediately covered his face, and winked at Cong Mao.

Qi Ling stared at the bowl in front of him, feeling a little annoyed: "How can she find it anywhere?"

Cong Mao looked back at the girl, and the old god smiled.

This girl is called Xi Xia, and she has been pursuing Qi Ling ever since she was rescued by Qi Ling from the demons years ago.

Xi Xia didn't know that it was a demon who hijacked her, and she always thought that Qi Ling was just an ordinary policeman.It's probably because of the fan filter, or because Qi Ling's face is too attractive. Since then, this girl has come to him whenever she has time.

But in the blink of an eye, Qi Ling's complexion suddenly changed, his originally carefree look was stained pale, the blood on his lips faded, he looked as fragile as if he had a serious illness.

He quickly switched places between himself and the bowl in front of Cong Mao, and coughed a few times when the girl looked over.

"Qi Ling, what's wrong with you?"

Xi Xia hurried over to ask, looking at him with concern.

Qi Ling said weakly: "It's okay, I've caught a cold, you should stay away so you don't catch it."

Xi Xia frowned: "Then have you been to the hospital?"

Qi Ling coughed again, and kept his tone distant: "I've been there, and the medicine was prescribed, what do you need from me?"

Cong Mao watched Qi Ling act quietly, opened a bottle of AD calcium milk, and felt that the boss of his family was really better at acting than the actor in the archives room next door.

"I just passed by. I saw your bicycle and came in to have a look."

Xi Xia looked at his bowl, as if he didn't eat much, and said softly, "You have to eat even if you're not feeling well, or I'll go next door and buy you a bowl of porridge?"

Qi Ling couldn't wish for it: "It's okay, you can go."

Xi Xia smiled gently, turned around and stepped on the white sandals to go out, and as soon as she left, Qi Ling immediately sat up straight.

"If you quit your job and become an actor, you will definitely be popular."

Moved away from Mao Yu, and then said: "You don't like her, why didn't you make it clear to her?"

Qi Ling said with a blank face: "I've said it many times, but this girl told me with a strong face that it's okay, and I can't slap her to death."

This is also a difficult master, there is no way, he can't be provoked but he can still hide.

Qi Ling looked at him and said meaningfully: "Little baby, don't inquire about it, you will understand things like feelings when you reach my age."

Congmao looked weird, and muttered quietly: "I don't want to live [-] years without being able to find a partner."

Qi Ling squinted his eyes, and Cong Mao immediately fell silent.

"I'm leaving. If you have something to call, you tell Xi Xia that I'm about to die of illness and go home to rest."

Cong Mao grabbed him: "Are you really going to resign?"

Qi Ling raised his eyebrows: "I still can't lie to you."

Cong Mao was a bit reluctant: "It's difficult for us Yaozu to go through the formalities, not to mention how good the treatment from the Spiritual Management Bureau is."

"Actually, I have long wanted to resign, but I am still hesitating."

Qi Ling stroked his hair, with a vicissitudes on his face: "Look carefully."

Cong Mao immediately concentrated on it.

"People say that if the hairline recedes by one centimeter, [-] points will be deducted for appearance. I think I have deducted at least ten points now."

Thinking of those days and nights, Qi Ling stretched out his hands in front of him, and recited a sentence of Amitabha: "This is not going to work, even if it is for the hair, Dad has to change careers."

Cong Mao was listless, completely oblivious to the fact that he was being taken advantage of: "Then what are you going to do in the future?"

Qi Ling smiled: "Cultivate the flowers of the motherland."

"be a teacher?"

From Mao's distorted facial features, he felt that with Qi Ling's character, it is estimated that all students would have to graduate from the Academy of Performing Arts after class.

"Open a bookstore." Qi Ling raised his chin: "I'm leaving."

Having said that, Qi Ling rushed out and rode Xiaolu.

After riding straight for two or three streets in one breath, Qi Ling arrived at the supermarket at a leisurely pace.

He went in and filled a basket with two boxes of instant noodles, turned around and grabbed a handful of sausage and mustard, and paid the bill.

The little girl at the cash register looked at him with embarrassment: "Excuse me, sir, our machine seems to be broken, and now we can only accept cash. Do you have any cash?"

Qi Ling touched his pocket, there was a bunch of keys and a mobile phone on the left, and the right pocket was empty.

He put down the basket expressionlessly and turned to leave when a hand suddenly blocked his way.

Qi Ling turned his head, the person in front of him was very tall, his blond hair was particularly dazzling, the side hair was highlighted with a few strands of silver gray, his facial features were deep like that of a mixed race, a string of strangely shaped copper-colored earrings on his left ear was very conspicuous.

With that hair, it's very flamboyant.

Qi Ling took another look at him and said, "Why?"

The man smiled, with a handsome face, looked at him and said, "I have cash, you can transfer it to me on WeChat."

Qi Ling blinked, nodded in agreement, the man turned around and paid for Qi Ling, and handed him the bag.

Qi Ling looked at the QR code given by this person, and was silent for a moment: "This is adding WeChat, right? I remember there is a direct payment, just use that."

The man's expression remained unchanged, he took the phone back and tapped it a few times, and soon put it in front of Qi Ling, Qi Ling transferred the money to him, thanked him in a low voice, turned his head and left.

The man who stayed on the spot pinched his mobile phone, looked at the figure that didn't look back and murmured, "Don't be fooled."

After finishing speaking, he put away his mobile phone and left the supermarket leisurely.

Meanwhile, the girl at the cash register blinked and noticed that the machine was working again.

It’s weird.

Qi Ling returned home by bicycle, walked towards the corridor with his things, stood still on the first floor and shouted.

But there was no movement, it was pitch black.

He looked helplessly at the corridor lights that had broken down countless times, and was going to tell the property owner at the door when he went out early tomorrow morning.

The community that Qi Ling lives in is quite old, neither new nor old, but the location is not very good, housing prices are cheap, and part of it is relocated buildings, so most of the residents are old people.

The advantage is that the top floor is only on the sixth floor. Even if there is no elevator, it is not very difficult for young people to walk. The layout of the old house is good, and there is a free attic upstairs in his house as a guest room and utility room.

It's just that the place he lives in is like a garbage dump.

No one could have imagined that there would be an old monster who lived for tens of thousands of years in such a place.

He entered the room and locked the door, put away a pile of empty bags on the coffee table, and nestled into the sofa without changing his clothes.

Turn on the TV and listen to the sound and feel a little drowsy.

Suddenly, a loud sound came from the corridor, as if something hit the wall, Qi Ling immediately opened his eyes vigilantly, sat up and looked in the direction of the door.

When he heard the movement, he felt as if it was coming from the opposite side of his house, but the old man had just died two months ago in the opposite door of his house, and the house had been empty and unoccupied.

The author has something to say: The main reason why Qi Ling resigned was because he was afraid of being bald.

(Shuai Bi Nanshan looks at his hair loss, serious and thoughtful.)