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

Song Zheng went out, followed closely by He Lan, and the two of them drove very fast along the way.

It's just that when Han Yujian came to the house, it was still a step late, and the suitcase that had been packed had disappeared.

Han Yujian escaped.

"Just left."

He Lan could feel the presence of people still in the air.

Song Zheng sneered, this case must have something to do with this fellow.

He picked up a tracking talisman between his fingers, and lit it with the remaining breath of Han Yujian in the room.

The talisman disappeared into the air, and a faint breath floated in the air.

The two people looked at each other, and their figures disappeared in place.

The person who was still in the house a second ago was already in the car in an instant.

Song Zheng turned the steering wheel quickly, stepped on the accelerator, and the car rushed out like an arrow off the string.

The security guard glanced curiously: "It's strange, I didn't see anyone getting into the car."

"Looking in this direction, he should be going to the station. He plans to leave here."

Song Zheng accelerated slightly, and when he turned the steering wheel, he usually overtook several cars at the limit without blinking his eyes.

He Lan has already taken out his mobile phone to contact the people of the alliance and asked them to go to the station to meet him.

There are too many people at the station, and there is no need to make too much noise.

The car pinched the speeding point and rushed all the way to the station.

It's just that when we arrived at the station, there were a lot of people, and the remaining breath was dispersed because of the interference of too many people.

He Lan got out of the car: "Let's find him separately, we must stop him."

Song Zheng nodded, and the figure disappeared in the next second.

Song Zheng's figure quickly shuttled through the crowd, passing by like a gust of wind. '

Although some people felt it, they disappeared before they could see clearly.

The station consists of upper and lower floors, connected to the open square in the middle, where at least tens of thousands of people stay.

Finding Han Yujian among tens of thousands of people is like looking for a needle in a haystack.

Song Zheng had already swept across most of the square quickly, but he still didn't see anyone.

At this time, the sweet voice of the young lady sounded on the radio.

"Passenger car K23865 bound for Nancheng is preparing for ticket inspection. Passengers are asked to line up in an orderly manner and check tickets one by one."

Song Zheng paused, then ran to the waiting room.

If Han Yujian wanted to leave here as soon as possible, he would definitely choose the fastest car.

The waiting room is on the second floor, and the elevators and stairs are full of people.

Song Zheng ran to the stairs, jumped up the handrail of the stairs with one foot, tapped his toes lightly, and jumped up to the second floor two or three times.

Someone downstairs saw this scene, and he disappeared before he could take a picture with his mobile phone.

In the waiting room on the second floor, Han Yujian was nervously waiting for a ticket to be checked.

As long as he leaves this place, no one will find him again, and there is no danger for him.

Seeing that it was his turn, the always white and slender hand suddenly held his arm.

"Mr. Han, some things haven't been clarified yet, so it's not appropriate to just leave like this?"

Song Zheng's eyebrows were crooked and his face was full of smiles, but the hand holding him was getting tighter and tighter, as if it was about to be crushed.

Han Yujian wanted to say something, but a man suddenly appeared beside Song Zheng.

This man is tall and looks gentle, but for some reason, I feel scared when I see him.

His legs were actually weak, and he felt like wanting to surrender to him.

He swallowed all the words that came to his lips, and followed Song Zheng downstairs obediently.

When they went back, He Lan was driving the car, and Song Zheng sat in the back seat and watched Han Yujian, preventing him from jumping out of the car if he couldn't think about it for a while.

The atmosphere in the car was a little quiet, Han Yujian didn't say a word, obviously he didn't intend to say anything.

Song Zheng tilted his head and looked at him, and suddenly said, "Do you think they won't be able to find you if you go to another place, or even hide your name?"

Han Yujian's eyes trembled.

Song Zheng: "There are still a few people in your group, are they almost dead? According to this development, it should be your turn next, and will you be exempted from responsibility if you run away?"

Although Han Yujian said nothing, his trembling hands betrayed him.

Song Zheng continued to work hard: "Let me guess, you should be different from other monsters. They will not have any news from the monster clan until they die, but you are different. You should be the same as you for so many years. The only one in the family who can become a prototype."

Han Yujian turned his head in shock. Song Zheng was right, but almost no one knew about these things. Where did he find out.

Song Zheng looked at him speechlessly: "You don't think we are all idiots, do you? Although you deliberately avoided the camera, there was still a black cat's tail captured in a picture around the corner."

Although the cameras inside the league are not 360-degree and have no dead angles, it is difficult for an adult to avoid the surveillance.

So only a cat that has become a prototype can escape so easily.

The bloodline of the cat demon has been passed down to this day, and occasionally the phenomenon of returning to the ancestors appears, but the bloodline is too weak, so apart from returning to the original form, Han Yujian should not have much power.

Otherwise, he should have escaped long ago, how could he wait for the two of them to catch him.

Han Yujian was completely discouraged at this moment, what he was doing after sitting slumped, and asked with some resignation: "What do you want to ask, just ask."

Song Zheng took out his mobile phone, turned on the recording and asked straight to the point: "Who is the murderer in the group?"

Han Yujian opened WeChat without a word, but he didn't expect to find out even this.

He opened a person's profile picture and said, "This is the person."

Looking up from the head, this is a very sunny person.

The background of the avatar is a sea, and a handsome sunny boy hugs a girl by the sea to take a group photo.

No matter who clicked on it, I just thought it was a young man in love, who would have thought that it was the murderer behind such a big demon-killing case?

Song Zheng clicked on the WeChat between the two, and all the content of the message had been deleted.

He put away the phone and prepared to hand it over to the alliance's technical department. If the messages inside could be recovered, maybe this would be evidence.

It will also help close the case when the time comes.

Putting away the phone, Song Zheng continued to ask, "Do you know where he lives?"

Han Yujian nodded: "We sometimes make appointments to meet each other, but we haven't been in touch recently."

Han Yujian mentioned the address of a community.

Song Zheng felt that it sounded familiar, and he could only remember it for three seconds. He suddenly said to He Lan, "Oh no, we still have a group of people who are going to this place to negotiate with people. We have to hurry over there."

He Lan accelerated the accelerator, turned a corner at the next intersection, and drove the car on the road to the community.

Song Zheng quickly contacted Liu Kun and asked him to locate the whereabouts of the other three people.

Two minutes later, Liu Kun's heavy voice came from over there: "Those three people couldn't be contacted, they turned off the phone by calling, and even the positioning system on the car was destroyed."

The hearts of the two of them sank, probably something happened.

He Lan's car was driving very fast, even faster than Song Zheng's.

Han Yujian looked at the man driving the car from behind with some fear, always feeling familiar.

However, the man's aura was too domineering, and he didn't dare to look at it carefully.

The car drove off the highway, ran four red lights in a row, and finally stopped at the gate of the community.

It was a high-end villa area.

Song Zheng saw the car the three drove out from the alliance.

The body was intact, but it was not locked, and the locator on the car was still on the driver's seat, which had been broken into slag.

"He's provoking us."

Song Zheng's expression darkened.

The murderer's move is no less than a frontal post, which means that I already know that you have found me, and come to me if you have the ability.

He Lan twitched the corners of his mouth, his eyes hidden behind the glasses glowed with blue light, and a trace of bloodthirsty burst out of his eyes.

It's been a long time since I felt like being played by someone.

At that moment, Song Zheng felt murderous.

It was uploaded from He Lan.

Song Zheng changed Han Yujian back to his original shape, put it in a cloth bag used to catch monsters, put it away, and sneaked into the villa area with He Lan.

Soon, the two found the man's residence.

The door was locked.

He Lan put his hand on the doorknob, stabbed it, and smoke came out.

"You can go in."

Song Zheng looked at the lock silently, and walked in without any burden.

As expected, the room was completely empty.

It's just that they left in a hurry, there were finished instant noodles on the coffee table, and the room was not cleaned.

Song Zheng said strangely: "Such a large villa, the consumption level should not be low, there must be aunts who clean it regularly, why is it so messy."

He Lan had already walked to the second floor.

"There is only one reason. He has some secrets that cannot be seen."

Song Zheng followed up to the second floor, and saw He Lan standing at the door of the bedroom, motionless.

"how……"

He was stunned before he finished speaking. There were a bunch of photos on the wall of the bedroom, and their names were marked on them. No more, no less, it was the people who died this time.

In addition to the photos on the wall, there are also many materials about the Teng Snake Sect piled up in the corner.

Song Zheng opened it casually, and it was written in a strange script.

But the strange thing is that he can understand it.

"Can you understand the characters of the Yaozu?"

He Lan stood behind, looked at Song Zheng's straight back, and asked calmly.

Song Zheng was startled: "This is the Yaozu script?"

Wait, he has never seen this thing before, why would he know the Yaozu characters.

He Lan nodded: "Yes, I saw it when I was catching monsters before, but I don't know much about it, what is written on it."

Song Zheng was puzzled for a moment, but didn't get tangled up anymore. He just looked at the words, but his brows were knotted.

"Humans and demons are inseparable. The combination of humans and demons is against common sense. Since the founding of the Teng Snake Sect, it has always followed the principle of pure blood. Anyone who violates this rule is considered a traitor."

"It has been more than a hundred years since my religion was founded, but I don't want to be reduced to this one day, alas."

"The princess of the Yaozu deviates from religion, kill her."

These written records are scattered and scattered, without a clue.

It's just that when he read this, Song Zheng felt a sudden pain in his heart, and felt that these words suddenly became dazzling, and a violent bloodthirsty feeling seemed to pop out of his chest.

Behind him, He Lan's eyes dimmed. She had been looking for news about the princess for many years, but she didn't expect to see it here.

"These texts are all manuscripts. The most important thing now is to save people and take them back."

He Lan sensed that something was wrong with Song Zheng's mood. He casually copied the bag at the side, stuffed all these things into the bag, and took Song Zheng's hand.

"Song Zheng, look into my eyes."

He Lan spoke in a low voice.

Song Zheng raised his head in discomfort, and as soon as he met his eyes, He Lan lowered his head and kissed his lips.

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