monster detection team

Jing Rong patted his head, his voice was low and gentle, "What's wrong?"

Yi Ange shook his head lightly, and said in a muffled voice, "It's okay."

Jing Rong frowned slightly, but did not continue to ask.After the two got acquainted, he seldom used mind reading to check what Yi Ange was thinking in his mind. As far as he could let it go, he hoped to leave the other party some private space.

He knew that Yi Ange was not the kind of person who would hide important things, it just needed a little time.Jing Rong was willing to wait for him.

Yi Ange's hug was warm and powerful, and there seemed to be some inexplicable emotion hidden under those tightly encircling arms.Jing Rong had never seen him so silent before, so he stretched out his hand and hugged him back.

The two hugged quietly, and it wasn't until the sound of patrolling footsteps not far away that Yi Ange came back to his senses, realized that this was the gate, and blushed and let go.

Jing Rong scratched his nose, "Let's go."

As the car was driving on the way back, the engine of the sports car made a pleasant roar. Jing Rong signaled Yi Ange to take out a pen and paper from the car, and write everything he knew on it.

This is a way that Jing Rong uses to communicate with the parties in the case who are in a bad mood. When it is impossible to convey it through words, writing it down may be a good choice.

Yi Ange thought for a while, and wrote down the names of Jing Rong, Tang Huang and himself on the paper.

Under Tang Huang's name, he listed a few:

1. Cracks in time and space, failed, imprisoned;

2. Refusal to communicate;

3. Talk to a third party and point out "fate".

This third party refers to him, Yi Ange.Then under Jing Rong’s name, write:

1. Parents are former leaders of the base;

2. Catch Tang Huang;

3. Detain him.

Finally, under his own name:

1. Ancestors have supernatural genes;

2. Assist in arresting Tang Huang;

3. Send a message?

He put a big question mark on the last word "send the message".Tang Huang didn't seem to ask him to help remind Jingrong or warn him, but just stated a so-called fact.He didn't ask for anything, and if he had, he didn't have to ask a third person, he could just ask Jing Rong.

Then the responsibility falls on him, the third party.Regarding Tang Huang's words, how should he paraphrase so as not to misinterpret the meaning?If he made a mistake, would it have a completely different meaning?As the listener, what would Jing Rong think?

Yi Ange began to worry.He thought for a while, but didn't think of any solution, so he turned around and started researching from Tang Huang.

Looking at the first content under Tang Huang's name, Yi Ange always felt that he seemed to have overlooked something.Many things happened in the crack, some of which have not been explained clearly, and he tried to find the most direct evidence pointing to Tang Huang.This is a big project, and after thinking about it for a long time, beads of sweat appeared on Yi Ange's forehead.

Jing Rong glanced at him out of the corner of his eye, and lowered the wind power of the air conditioner in the car by two levels.

Yi Ange frowned and thought hard, completely immersed in memories.He still remembered the scene when he followed Jing Rong to the city center, thinking of Zhou Mincai who was almost frightened when he was asking Feng Yu together, and thinking of Zhou Mincai who was still yelling at them one moment, and died at 30 the next moment. Years ago... In the end, Yi Ange's eyes fixed on the words "crack in time and space" in Tang Huang's first article.

He sat up straight suddenly, clutching the paper in both hands, his eyes staring straight.

There is only one person related to Tang Huang in the crack.

Tang Xiaoxue, his daughter.

A person who would go back to the past at all costs for his daughter, who killed Zhou Mincai for his daughter, and almost turned himself into a walking corpse, hadn't mentioned her at all during the 10-minute meeting just now.Yi Ange has never been a parent, so he doesn't know whether he should show concern for his family in Tang Huang's position, but he knows that if it were him, he would never be able to bear his ignorance.

It is impossible for Tang Huang to be indifferent to Tang Xiaoxue's matter, unless he knows for sure that she is dead.Ke Yi Ange knew that Tang Xiaoxue was still living somewhere in the city. As a father, Tang Huang should not be pessimistic about his daughter's life or death.

Why didn't he ask?

Yi Ange fell into deep thought.He always felt that something was wrong with Tang Huang, but he couldn't tell.If I insist on describing it, it is probably a kind of "feeling".

Feeling is a mysterious thing, sometimes it is easy to come true, sometimes it doesn't work.Yi Ange didn't dare to guess lightly, although he already vaguely had the answer in his heart.

If that's the case... there must be something more complicated hidden behind the whole thing.And the "destiny" that Tang Huang said also added a lot of credibility.

Yi Ange looked up at Jing Rong.

Jing Rong was very focused when driving, perhaps because of his habit of keeping a straight face, his thin lips were pursed into a slit.His nose bridge is very high, and the sunlight coming in from the car window cast a shadow on his face, adding a bit of heroism to his already beautiful eyebrows and eyes.From this angle, his expression is softer than usual, and the corners of his mouth are slightly raised, as if he is smiling.

Yi Ange was a little dazed looking at it, and forgot to put down the hands holding the pen and paper, and just looked at it wholeheartedly, as if looking at such a precious treasure.

At the red light ahead, Jing Rong stopped the car slowly and asked, "Does it look good?"

With one hand on the steering wheel, he looked at Yi Ange with a half-smile, as if teasing him for his trance just now.Yi Ange didn't feel shy either, she pouted and said, "It's pretty."

"Then take a second look." Jing Rong said flatly, with a joy that couldn't be concealed in his tone.

For practical reasons, the two of them rarely talk with each other completely down.There are very few conversations like this one just now, and they seldom say what ordinary lovers can say.But both of them understand, so a brief tease once in a while won't feel awkward at all.Jing Rong performed well. Seeing his appearance, Yi Ange felt that he had also relaxed along with him.

He bowed his head and weighed the content on the paper, thinking, since he has doubts, he should go and check it directly.It's much better than being fooled like a headless chicken.

Thinking about it, he said to Jing Rong, "Don't go home yet, let's go to the city center."

"To see the crack?" Jing Rong asked while turning his head, "The place has been fenced off, so that pedestrians may get in danger if they stray into it."

Yi Ange shook his head, "I'm not going there, I'm going to Zhou Mincai's house."

Hearing this name, Jing Rong was silent for a moment, then repeated, "Zhou Mincai?"

"Correct."

Yi Ange answered concisely, then put the pen and paper aside, closed his eyes and began to rest his mind.Kung Fu Jingrong, who was next to the car, took the paper over to look at it, and the expression on his face became a little strange.

Yi Ange closed his eyes, and held Jing Rong's hand according to his memory.Jing Rong paused for a moment, then shook his backhand with a little strength.

"fine."

Yi Ange muttered, but he didn't know who he was talking to.

Zhou Mincai's house was no different from the last time he came, there was only an old woman living in the house, and he was surprised to see Yi Ange come.Impressed with him, she soon beckons them into the house.

Yi Ange thanked her for the tea, and asked, "Could you please let me see Zhou Mincai's spirit seat again?"

The old woman looked at him, nodded, and said, "You didn't come to look for him, did you?"

Yi Ange was a little ashamed, scratched her head, and said honestly, "No."

The old woman smiled instead, and said with relief, "I knew it."

She brought them to the spiritual place, took out something from the cabinet below, put it on the table, and said to them, "Lao Zhou said before that after his death, many people will come to him. Some are For him, some for this."

She pushed the thing over and said, "For the box."

This is the third time Yi Ange has seen a carved box of a similar style.The first one is the relics left by his grandfather, the second one is the peace offering entrusted to Jing Rong by Jing Rong's father, and the third one is the one in front of him.

Too many similarities are no coincidence.Yi Ange and Jing Rong looked at each other, thinking at the same time, after returning home, they must go and see what is in Father Jing's box/

Yi Ange carefully picked up the box, looked around, found the keyhole, and asked, "Can you open it?"

The old woman shook her head, "I don't have a key."

"Then... what's in it?"

The old woman shook her head again, her tone a bit embarrassed, "When Lao Zhou gave me the box, he was already incapacitated, and he couldn't even speak well. I just remember him saying, 'Key...key...', maybe Want me to find the key to this box for him? But I’ve searched all over the house for more than 30 years and can’t find a single one.”

She sighed, with a sad expression on her face.Yi Ange couldn't bear it, but still gritted his teeth and asked, "How... did he die?"

The old woman's eyes changed slightly, and she said, "I'm sick...he died of illness."

The momentary change in her just now did not escape Yi Ange's eyes.The latter remained calm and seemed to accept this statement.

"Then do you remember which hospital he lived in?" Yi Ange asked gently.

The old woman began to hesitate, "This..."

Just when the scene was about to fall into embarrassment, Jing Rong, who had been silent all this time, suddenly said, "After 30 years, it is difficult to keep the hospital information, and it is useless to check it."

His tone was firm, as if he disliked Yi Ange's meddling.The old woman breathed a sigh of relief quietly, and said, "I still have the photos from that time, I'll look for them, you guys sit down first, ah."

Then he left the living room.After she walked away, Yi Ange looked at Jing Rong with a wry smile, receiving gentle and comforting gazes.

The old woman came back quickly with a stack of photo albums.There was a lot of dust on the album, so she simply took a picture, took out a photo, and showed them.

It was a group photo of about ten people, and Zhou Min was standing on the far left.The faces of other people are relatively unfamiliar, and the photos are old, so it is very difficult to identify them.

Yi Ange stared at the photo for a long time, but couldn't see why, so he could only give up.Jing Rong asked the old woman, "Can we take the photos and the box?"

The old woman nodded.Yi Ange simply thanked her, and left with Jing Rong with the things.

Sitting in the car, Yi Ange put the box in his arms and asked, "What do you think?"

Jing Rong said flatly, "She knows something. And it's something we can't let us know."

"I think so too." Yi Ange sighed, "But I can't just take her back like this."

"You've already been here once. If she had a ghost in her heart, she would have left a long time ago. Still staying here shows that she is not deeply involved."

Jing Rong started the car and said, "Let's go back first, let's make a long-term plan.