After becoming a demon hunter, he found out that Lao Gong was the demon emperor

I didn't find out until I got to the hospital that the outpatient department of the hospital didn't open until eight o'clock, and only the emergency room had a doctor on duty.

The doctor examined him and concluded that he had a high fever caused by catching a cold. He was given some fever-reducing medicine, prescribed a few bottles of water, and sent him to the infusion room.

Since Chen Jiaming was in a coma, a bed was specially arranged.

Song Zheng and Jiao Tu ran back and forth to help complete all the formalities. Xu Yuanyuan stayed by the bed, staring at his phone in a daze.

Seeing two people coming in, he said, "Do you know what the password of Chen Jiaming's mobile phone is? Doesn't he have a girlfriend? Do you want to call her?"

Each of them has courses, is approaching graduation, and has graduation projects and thesis. Xu Yuanyuan is still an intern in the company, so she has no time to take care of him.

Song Zheng didn't have time. He was also busy looking for an internship company recently, and he knew that Chen Jiaming would wake up soon.

Jiao Tu stuffed the phone back into Chen Jiaming's pocket, went outside and hired a nurse, and paid for it.

"This will save trouble, let him contact him when he wakes up!"

Xu Yuanyuan gave a thumbs up: "To be rich is to be willful."

Song Zheng shrugged, nodded and said in agreement: "If you are rich, you will be willful."

It was originally just a small reunion of classmates, but because of Chen Jiaming's incident, everyone broke up before they had time to say goodbye to each other.

After Song Zheng came out of the hospital, he said goodbye to the two people, took a taxi and prepared to leave.

Xu Yuanyuan hesitated to speak, but finally couldn't hold back: "Song Zheng, can we... meet again?"

Song Zheng curled his lips and said with a smile: "It's not about life and death, we are all classmates, and there will be more class reunions in the future."

Hearing his answer, Xu Yuanyuan drooped her shoulders, which meant rejection in disguise.

Jiao Tu had already seen that the girl came to the hospital with no intention of drinking, so he got in the car and patted the seat beside him: "Comrade Yuanyuan, let's go, I'll take you back."

Xu Yuanyuan grinned and said absent-mindedly, "Thank you so much, big brother."

The eldest brother Jiao Tu took Xu Yuanyuan away, and Song Zheng leisurely hailed a taxi and sent him to school.

As soon as he stepped out of the car door, the phone rang suddenly.

"Zhengzheng, Master has accepted a task, but the weather has not been warm recently, and the joints are hurting, why don't you help Master take a walk?"

Song Zheng stopped, as if he was used to asking, "Who are you betting with again, and how much did you lose?"

"What nonsense are you talking about, brat, your master, I will win every bet, and I will lose...hehe...I..."

"Alright, I've been busy with my graduation thesis recently, and I don't have time, or you, old man, have worked hard on your own."

Song Zheng turned around while talking, beckoned, stopped the driver who had not had time to leave, and sat back in the car.

"Hey...you boy, I raised you so much to deceive your master and destroy your ancestors, you...you come back quickly." The old man on the other side of the phone roared out of breath.

"Then tell me first, how much did you lose this time?"

"Forget it if you don't come back, just leave my old man alone, and you just ignore me!"

After finishing speaking, there was a busy tone on the phone.

Song Zheng looked at the phone and shook his head helplessly.

The driver master had a good impression of this young man, and chatted: "Why, did the elders in the family get into some trouble?"

Song Zheng smiled: "No, it's not a big deal, I'm used to it."

The driver turned a corner and continued: "Young man, don't blame the uncle for being talkative. When you are old, you just want someone to accompany you. Old children, old children, and old people all need to be coaxed."

Song Zheng nodded: "You are right."

This master is easy to talk to. Until Song Zheng got off the car, he was still reminding him not to quarrel with the elders in the family. If there is anything to talk about, it can be resolved.

Song Zheng waved his hand, said goodbye to him, turned and walked into an alley.

This alley is not deep, but after walking in and turning a few turns, it is a residential area.

This is an old city, young people have gone out to work, or bought a new house, and the old people are left behind.

However, there are rumors that this area will soon be demolished and a new community will be built, but it has not been confirmed.

Song Zheng turned in, walked through two small alleys, and finally stood in front of a dilapidated store.

The billboard at the door reads the words Secondhand Bookstore.

Song Zheng pushed open the door. Although the outside looked dilapidated, the inside was unexpectedly clean and tidy. Several rows of bookshelves were filled with all kinds of old books, and there was also a pile of old newspapers stuck on the wall of the bookshelves. superior.

An old man who looked about 70 years old was lying on a rocking chair, watching TV with relish, and was still cracking melon seeds.

Hearing the sound of the door, he said without turning his head: "Zhengzheng, Master knows that he didn't hurt you for nothing."

Song Zheng shook his head speechlessly, copied the remote control at the side, and turned off the TV that was playing the dog blood youth drama with a snap.

"Be lenient when confessing, and strict when resisting. Master, you said it yourself, or I should go out and find out."

The lying old man jumped up from the rattan chair, smashed the melon seeds in his hand towards Song Zheng, and said as he smashed: "I find that you are becoming more and more rebellious now. If you let this go, I will put you Do you believe in expulsion from the teacher?"

Song Zheng tilted his body, swung his right hand in a circle, and put all the smashed melon seeds into his hand. When he stretched out his hand again, Ke and Ren had already separated.

"Master, if you don't say anything, then I'm leaving."

"Wait..." the old man suddenly moved his nose while speaking, "You're so coquettish, did you meet a vixen yesterday?"

Song Zheng took out the burlap bag from his pocket: "I haven't transformed yet, but I have human life on my hands, so I just took it away."

The old man reached out to take the cloth bag, but Song Zheng shrank his hand and put it in his pocket again.

"Song Zheng..." The old man was about to lose his temper when the sound of footsteps came from outside the door.

"Yo, Zhengzheng is back, is he paying off your master's debt?"

"Uncle Qiao, how much did Master lose this time?" Song Zheng looked at the cheerful Uncle Qiao and said helplessly.

Uncle Qiao waved his hand: "Not much, not much, just forget about the money, why don't you do me a favor."

Song Zheng nodded clearly: "Master Qiao, tell me, what's the matter?"

When this matter was mentioned, Uncle Qiao became serious, and the old man was not as furious as before. He walked in front of Song Zheng very calmly, and took the bunch of peeled melon seeds into his hands.

"I have a relative. Something strange happened at home recently. There was always something missing in the house. I called the police, but the police didn't find out what happened."

Song Zheng asked doubtfully, "So?"

What's the point of finding him a monster catcher instead of catching thieves when things are missing.

The old man coughed: "Then what... I'll figure it out for the teacher. This is a bit unusual, so you can go and help them find out."

Song Zheng looked at the two suspiciously.

Not many people knew about his master being a demon catcher, but he never deliberately concealed it.

In such a modern society, monsters and ghosts are all legendary things, but they are among the general population.

In fact, demons exist.

All things have spirits, and many of the cultivation methods passed down in ancient times have been lost until now, but the monster race has always been in people's lives from beginning to end.

Since demons exist, there are naturally good and bad ones.

Ordinary people are unarmed, and they have no room to fight back when encountering monsters with evil intentions. This is the reason why monster catchers exist.

Uncle Qiao patted Song Zheng on the shoulder: "Your master often praises you for being young and promising, and Uncle Qiao also thinks you are good, so I leave this to you."

Song Zheng looked back and forth between the two old men, always feeling as if he had jumped into a pit.

"Even if Master doesn't lose to you, I will definitely help, but...Master, if you lose the bet again, next time, I won't care about you."

The old man waved his hand: "Go, go, your master and I are so unlucky."

So Song Zheng, who hadn't had time to go back to school, just packed his luggage and boarded the plane to City D.

And this time, in the first-class cabin on the same plane, a man in a suit was leaning back in the chair with his eyes closed, expressionless.

"Mr. He, here are all the documents of the branch." Tan Gaojie handed the folder to He Lan.

The boss seems to be sleeping, but he is actually very awake. He has tried several times.

He Lan slowly opened his eyes, a faint blue light flashed in his eyes, like sapphire eyes.

As soon as he stretched out his hand, Tan Gaojie handed over the glasses.

The gold-framed lenses were like a thick filter, covering all the emotions and colors in his eyes, and the temperament around him became gentle the moment the glasses were put on.

"Here are all the investigation results?" He Lan casually flipped through the pages, but after just a few glances, he already understood the general idea.

He threw the file folder to Tan Gaojie: "The data in it is adulterated. When you get off the plane, don't make any noise. You ask the manager of the division to hand over all the sales contracts and accounts of this year to you. Come check."

Tan Gaojie took the folder and looked at it from the beginning with some surprise.

To be honest, he really didn't see where the data was false, but the boss had already seen through the truth after just a few glances.

This is the reason why he is willing to follow President He. This man is the most powerful person he has ever seen in his life, no matter in means or ability.

While he was still in a daze, He Lan suddenly asked, "Is there any list I asked you to check last night?"

Tan Gaojie: "Yes!"

This is what he got in exchange for sacrificing his sleep time, traveling thousands of miles to the farmyard, threatening and intimidating. Although it is a bit exaggerated to say this, but because the time is too short, it is really hard to come by.

He Lan read it from top to bottom, and handed it to him casually: "Give me a copy of everyone's information here."

Tan Gaojie: "Okay, Mr. He." MMP's...

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