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The place where Meng Yanzhao met was located in a simple house in the suburbs. This house was so simple that Qian Shucheng even wondered if it had just been built the day before. look.

After entering the door, he was just asked to sit aside and wait quietly, while the two neat rows of people in the room lowered their heads quietly, as if they were all waiting for someone.

In the quiet room, only the hum of the air conditioner can be heard for a while.

He must be waiting for someone. When Qian Shucheng entered, those people felt obviously relieved when they saw that it was him who came in.And when he was arranged aside, those people didn't give him any extra glances, they seemed to be busy with something, but the anxious atmosphere couldn't be concealed.

Sitting in such a quiet environment, if there is no timer, it is easy to ignore the time.

I don't know how long it took before the door of the room was pushed again. Everyone forgot to go there, and even Qian Shucheng, who was sitting by the side, was also affected to look at it.

There was only one person standing at the door, wearing a peaked cap, and his entire face was covered by a mask. The movement of opening the door was very light, and the movement of closing the door was still very light.This person ignored anyone in the room, and walked towards Meng Yuzhao's position, but he was stopped by the person sitting at the end just as he moved.

"excuse me, you are?"

The man didn't react after being stopped, and silently took off his mask, and the face that Qian Shucheng had missed for so many days appeared in front of him brightly.

"I'm looking for Meng Yanzhao."

A familiar voice, a familiar tone.

Meng Youzhao got up, waved to the person blocking the door, and then said to Murong Ling: "A Ling, come here."

Murong Ling smiled politely at the person blocking the way, ignoring that person's gloomy expression the moment he took off his mask.

Even though Qian Shucheng's gaze never left since he entered the door, Murong Ling never glanced at him from the beginning to the end, and walked to the chair next to Meng Yanzhao like no one else and sat down, which looked very much like sitting on his own sofa Gossip with others.

Those people in the room who have been sitting quietly for so long have already understood that since Murong Ling came in, these people have fixed their gazes on Murong Ling, and those eyes of disgust, disgust, complexity, and fear that are not concealed are concentrated. in his body.

Qian Shucheng frowned, very displeased with these people's attitude towards Murong Ling, when he just wanted to get up and go over, his arm was grabbed by the person next to him.

"Why are you here?"

Meng Junchen lowered his head and sat down next to him. He pointed to Meng Yuzhao's position, and then pointed to himself. Qian Shucheng immediately understood what was going on.

He sat down again, his eyes never leaving the person sitting in front.

Murong Ling was sitting at the conference table, ignoring the stealing gazes from around, just looking at Meng Yanzhao: "What do I need to do?"

Meng Youzhao crossed his fingers on the table, and said hesitantly: "The other party wants to see you by name, and I also asked you to come over to discuss it. You should consider whether to meet."

Murong Ling smiled: "Will he surrender obediently when he sees me?"

Meng Youzhao nodded, that's exactly what the other party said, everyone didn't want to cause any further disturbances because of this matter, it would be great if it could be resolved in such a calm manner.

Murong Ling didn't hesitate at all, and responded immediately: "There is nothing to consider, I should meet him."

Meng Youzhao took a deep look at Murong Ling, and then turned his head to gesture to the policeman sitting not far away.After the man got the instruction, he handed a small box to Murong Ling.Murong Ling raised his eyebrows, and opened it without too much pause.

"This is... a monitor?"

The policeman nodded expressionlessly.

Before Murong Ling could express his opinion, Meng Yuzhao frowned first: "I'm just monitoring, how did you get like this?"

The policeman was obviously not new to his job when he first arrived. Seeing Meng Youzhao's questioning, his whole body began to tremble unconsciously, and he even stuttered a little when he spoke.

"Captain, the captain said to make it a person who is good at hiding, and... ah... sorry, you don't have... pierced ears... I'm so sorry, we thought..."

Murong Ling picked up the earrings and looked at them: "Do you think all gangsters have their ears pierced and have tattoos?"

When the little policeman heard this, his face turned red quickly, and he glanced at Zhao Chuyang who was sitting not far away, somewhat at a loss.

Zhao Chuyang sighed, and just about to get up, he saw Murong Ling smiling gently at the little policeman, pinching the earrings directly through his thin earlobe.

The people in the room who have been paying attention to the movement here collectively made a terracotta warrior and horse. Seeing Murong Lingfeng calmly take the paper towels on the table, pull out a few paper towels from it, and wipe his ears casually. Beads of blood came out.

"What more do you need?"

Meng Youzhao frowned, and growled reproachfully, "A Ling!"

Murong Ling himself didn't take this kind of thing to heart, and asked again: "What else do you need?"

Qian Shucheng barely lifted his foot to stay in the air, and then slowly put it back to its original position.

Meng Junchen turned his head to look at Qian Shucheng, taking in all his emotions, and tightly clenched his hands on his lap.

Meng Youzhao didn't say anything more after all, and motioned to the person next to him to pass things over, a gun and a dagger.

"I don't know if you need these things. You can take them away if you need them. Don't worry, there won't be any traces left."

Murong Ling picked up the gun and played with it in his hands, and everyone in the room raised their hearts to their throats following his movements.

Why did Chief Meng give such a murder weapon to the devil?

The sound of Murong Ling dismantling the magazine and ejecting the bullets was crackling, as if laughing at how timid the people in the room were, every movement was light and slow.Murong Ling put the gun back on the table until the last bullet exited.

"You don't need to bring anything. Since you insist on waiting for me to come and not directly arrest me, it means that there must be other people where he asked me to go. If I go to see him, I will be checked thoroughly. Whether I bring it or not No difference."

Meng Youzhao's eyes were fixed on those items, and he didn't know what he was thinking.

Murong Ling leaned on the chair, totally not paying attention to what happened next.

"When will I go there?"

Meng Youzhao: "If you think you're ready, I'll let someone contact you."

Murong Ling smiled and said: "Then let's do it now, come here."

Meng Youzhao pondered for a moment, then nodded to the person in the third seat on the left. After receiving the signal, the person picked up the headset on the table and put it on. After a pause of a second, he was hung up. The other party obviously didn't want to talk nonsense with him.

Murong Ling sat quietly, playing with the dagger that he brought earlier, staring at the dagger in a trance.

All the people in the room, except for a few who were really busy, others pretended to pay attention to the computer desktop in front of them, but their eyes drifted to Murong Ling from time to time.

Meng Youzhao's eyes were also fixed on the freely rotating dagger in Murong Ling's hand, and he didn't respond to the operator who came to report.

Murong Ling tilted his head, and said to the bewildered operator, "This afternoon? Didn't you say what time?"

The operator hesitated, then shook his head.

Murong Ling glanced at the time on the phone, but it was only past ten o'clock.

"Where are they? Are they far from here?"

Meng Youzhao withdrew his lost gaze and focused on Murong Ling.

Murong Ling shrugged: "Don't look at me like that, you know my situation recently, the news is relatively closed."

Meng Youzhao didn't say much about it. He sighed and said, "It's just one kilometer away, in an old building."

After speaking, Murong Ling got up and put the dagger in his hand on the table: "Give me a location."

Seeing that Murong Ling was about to go out, Zhao Chuyang, who was sitting near the door, stopped him. He looked up at the person who was about the same height as him, and raised his eyebrows in doubt.

It was the first time Zhao Chuyang saw this person outside the police station. Even though Murong Ling's name was well known in their police circles, the chances of seeing him were very few, and he only found out the specific reason recently.

"The other party said it was afternoon, so you are not in a hurry."

Every time Zhao Chuyang saw this person of his own age, he felt a little unbelievable, and now he had some different emotions.

Murong Ling smiled: "I know him well, just go now."

Zhao Chuyang still stood where he was, without any intention of trying to make it up.

Meng Youzhao looked at the two of them for a while, then said helplessly, "Chuyang."

Hearing the sound, Zhao Chuyang waited for a full minute before taking a step aside.

Murong Ling smiled unabated: "Thank you."

The door of the room was opened again, and the dazzling sunlight penetrated through the not-so-wide entrance, obliquely shone into the room, and hit Murong Ling.

At this moment, Qian Shucheng had the illusion that Murong Ling was shining.

He stared at the person who was about to leave without moving, even though the person hadn't glanced at him since he entered the door.

Facing the light, Murong Ling took half a step with his left foot, and finally stood still and turned his head.

Qian Shucheng was still the same as before, with good spirits, and he didn't show the slightest decadence due to the last accident.

Of course he won't be decadent, Xiao Cheng has been by his side from the very beginning, isn't it just to inquire about news?So even if you really find out that you have been cheated, it won't hurt you too much.

Murong Ling smiled self-deprecatingly, and looked away without saying a word, and stepped out the door with firmer steps.

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The abandoned building in the suburbs was originally a factory. Because of an accident, the entire factory was engulfed in fire, killing a dozen workers, but it was still on the national news.

Time has passed, and the place has long been desolate and overgrown with weeds, and the weeds as tall as a person hide all unknown things in the shadows.

Murong Ling didn't take his footsteps lightly. In the silent surroundings, apart from the occasional chirping of birds and cicadas, there was only the sound of his stepping on broken branches.

"A Ling, if there is any problem, we will contact you in time, don't hold on alone."

Gu Yanzhao's voice came from the earring that had just been pierced in Murong Ling's ear, and there was a hint of worry in his words.

Murong Ling smiled: "Afraid I die here?"

"Don't make trouble." Meng Yanzhao reprimanded, and said seriously, "Don't be impulsive, if you don't see it, you can send a signal directly. Even if the higher-ups want some information about him, they don't have to go through this method."

Murong Ling touched his ear, the blood on it had already been wiped clean, and the wound had stopped bleeding due to the pressure of the needle, but just touching it like this, there was still a slight pain in the small earlobe.

He didn't stop, and didn't return to Meng Yuzhao, but secretly admired the craftsmanship of their technical department.

Such a small machine is actually waterproof.

The grass not far away is not as dense as the surrounding area, and the distance to the building is only a few steps away.

Murong Ling stopped, stretched his muscles and bones, put his hands in his pockets, and walked slowly towards the building.