extradition officer

Just when Qiangwei and Yishi started to make plans, Mo Mo accompanied Jiang Jian downstairs and took the car.

On the way in the elevator, Jiang Jiankai could feel the deep displeasure coming from Shen Mo, and he was a little funny.

"Instructor, I have a question for you."

"what?"

"Since when did you like me?"

Surprised by Jiang Jiankai's boldness, he silently looked at him.

The corners of Jiang Jiankai's lips curled up slightly, and his light smile was like tea, light but full of aftertaste.

On that morning ten years ago, when he was reviewing the freshmen, he saw that smile at first sight, and he also knew that the freshman was named Jiang Jiankai.

A very distinctive name, engraved clearly in my heart only once.

"I reviewed your application information, and I noticed you then."

Jiang Jian shook his head happily, but Shen Mo said again: "I originally typed back all your information, but the superior seems to like you very much, so he just approved it."

"Why? Is there something I'm not qualified for?"

"You are too clean to fit in that world. I didn't expect you to persevere and stay for ten years."

"So..." Jiang Jiankai had a flash of inspiration in his mind, "You were very harsh on me during the training, and you want me to retreat in spite of difficulties?"

"No, I think it's fun to watch your reaction every day when you're clearly angry but you have to obey. You also know that most of the students are very rigid. It's rare to meet a lively student. You have to take good care of it."

"..."

On the first floor, Shen Mo took Jiang Jiankai's arm and led him out, saying seriously: "So anyone who wants to hurt you, I will kill him first, even if it is the night devil."

If there was no previous sentence, Jiang Jian would be happy to hear this, he must be very moved.

As soon as his neck hurt, Shen Mo actually bit his neck and took a sip, Jiang Jiankai hissed involuntarily.

Shen Mo then backed away, patted him on the shoulder, and said, "I'll go find you when I'm done."

According to the degree of pain, Jiang Jiankai knew that there would be a large erythema on his neck, and this kind of stamped announcement was really naive.

The online car-hailing driver obviously also saw the scene of Jiang Jiankai being sucked, and peeked at him from time to time on the way to the hotel. Jiang Jiankai felt that his perception had increased a lot. Although he couldn't see it, he felt it. The driver glanced at him.

The phone rang, and it was Qin Zhong's call, saying that the extradition officer surnamed Zhang could not be reached. He was very worried about Jiang Jiankai, and asked him to go out as little as possible and avoid contact with Shen Mo.

Jiang Jiankai touched the sip marks on his neck, thinking that he must not be able to contact them, and those inner ghosts were taken back to the underworld to be tortured.

Hearing Qin Zhong's earnest instructions, his heart moved, and he said that he was about to have dinner with his friend, and the friend was accompanied by bodyguards, so he should not worry.

Qin Zhong was still worried, nagging him for a long time to tell him not to trust others too much, and then asked if he needed to go to accompany him by himself, but Jiang Jiankai refused, recalling his past experience, he said: "Only I came back from that mission, My life was bought by everyone, and I will definitely cherish it.”

There was a brief pause on the other side of the phone, probably because he understood what he was thinking, Qin Zhong didn't try to persuade him any more, and hung up the phone after saying something careful.

Arriving at the restaurant, Jiang Jiankai walked in, and the sound of Lin Yue's footsteps came immediately. He arrived early in the morning, grabbed Jiang Jiankai's hand to help him lead the way, but what he grasped was the handle of an iron rod—Jiang Jian Kai blocked his hand with a stick in time.

"Please take me there."

"Uh...how did you know it was me?"

"Footsteps, everyone's footsteps are different."

"Amazing!"

Lin Yue was stunned at first, then praised again and again, and took Jiang Jiankai to the seat and sat down.

He asked Jiang Jiankai to order, and Jiang Jiankai asked him to help because of his eyesight, so he ordered two sets of the day and talked about Isshiki again.

"I originally wanted to bring your cat here, but it is so lively that I don't know where to play when I get home. My house is big, and I asked the servants to look for it, but they couldn't find it. Will you run out?"

"No, there's nothing delicious outside, it's smart."

"As expected of a guide cat, they are all trained."

While waiting for the meal, Lin Yue started talking about fundraising activities again. Jiang Jiankai thought he found something in the welfare agency, but the topic quickly changed to tourism.

Lin Yue said that she likes to travel very much, and said that wherever it is fun, if Jiang Jiankai is interested, he can take him to play.

Jiang Jiankai was tired of listening, so he interrupted directly, and asked, "Didn't you say you found something and wanted to tell me?"

"Oh."

When it came to business, Lin Yue's voice suddenly dropped several notches, and said: "I heard my uncle talking to the detective agency on the phone. He seems to be threatened again. The detective said that he may have made a feud with someone at the auction. , Let him think about whether he has photographed anything strange."

Hearing this, Jiang Jian was moved with joy.

He didn't think that the detective agency could find out the situation of the evil spirit with supernatural powers. This was probably the news that Ye Mo deliberately released. He was eager to find the mask, and he was no longer willing to just do small tricks behind the scenes.

But this just gave him a chance to ask, "Then do you have any auction items like this?"

"No, my uncle's photos are all antique calligraphy and paintings, and they were not stolen from tombs. How can you say it's strange?"

"I mean things that are less common, like terracotta figures, masks, things like that."

Lin Yue thought about it.

"There are quite a few pottery figurines, but I don't know if they are common or not. I haven't studied antiques, and I definitely don't have masks. I always think masks are evil. If my uncle takes pictures, I will definitely have an impression."

He was so sure that Jiang Jian thought happily that he really didn't know.

That's strange, if Lin Yue doesn't know, and Lin Shouye doesn't have any impression, could it be that Ye Mo made a mistake?

But Ye Mo has been investigating for so long, it is unlikely that such an oolong will happen.

Lin Yue sat across from Jiang Jiankai. Jiang Jiankai's pensive look with his eyes down seemed too temperamental to him. The little stars he dated were beautiful, but in terms of temperament, they couldn't compare with the man in front of him.

And his eyes are not good, which makes Lin Yue feel sorry, thinking that if his eyes are normal, it would be so delicious.

Thinking of this, his small thoughts began to stir, and he said, "Are you very interested in antiques? Why don't you go to my house, my house has a lot of antiques, the kind you can play with casually."

Jiang Jiankai had this idea in the first place. It is much more efficient to conduct an investigation in an open and honest manner than to search in private, so he readily agreed. After eating, he used the excuse to go to the bathroom and sent a voice message to Shen Mo.

Shen Mo quickly left a message, saying that he was at the Lin family and was just waiting for him to come over.

Jiang Jiankai returned to his seat, Lin Yue had already settled the bill, Jiang Jiankai wanted to transfer the money to him, but he insisted not to, and took Jiang Jiankai away.

As soon as the two of them stepped out of the restaurant, the girl who had been shrinking in the corner immediately raised her head.

Although Jiang Jiankai's eyes are inconvenient, her intuition can definitely kill all ordinary people in seconds, so Qiangwei didn't dare to be careless in the slightest. As soon as she entered the restaurant, she hid in the corner, completely erasing her sense of existence.