dirty stuff

The big news that "the leader of the No. [-] National Security Group rarely gets angry today" has spread throughout the National Security Group. Except for the silence on the [-]th floor, the rest of the floors are very lively.

As the interrogation department of the sixth group closest to the seventh group, Bai Lingdang was a little curious and wanted to go to the twentieth floor for "consolation", but he was invited back by the seventh group before he got out of the elevator.

After all, Shen Yan still didn't clear the table. To put it bluntly, these things were "offerings" in name, and people with light characters might see them, but for ordinary people, Sheng Feng's table was spotless.

Zhijuanniang was ordered to clean up the brazier on the ground, and Sheng Feng also "cared about" her gossip and restlessness every day, and rewarded her to sneak into Yunhai University's post bar and student groups to inquire about all the news about He Bin in the school, Finally, a summary report is submitted.

The paper married woman wanted to cry but had no tears, humming and humming as she flipped through the pages of the post bar at the workstation, and the mayfly girl sat beside her playing a mobile game boredly.

In the team leader's office, Sheng Feng and Shen Yan stared at each other face to face, but Sheng Feng probably looked at Shen Yan one-sidedly, because the latter was extremely shameless and was still struggling to deal with the snacks on the table.

Sheng Feng took a look at Shen Yan, and the top of his head seemed to be covered with small question marks: "What are you wearing?"

"Cool." Shen Yan pushed back her long hair impatiently.

The whole person's attention is on the snacks on the table, picking one from time to time and flipping through the other, perfectly explaining what it means to "eat what is in the bowl and look at what is in the pot".

Like a starving ghost who hasn't eaten for many years, he picked up the spicy duck neck in his hand: "Hmm~ what brand is this, it's very delicious."

Really starving.

Sheng Feng was too lazy to talk nonsense with him, and then he became serious: "Is there any progress in the Lihun Nail you said you want to investigate?"

Shen Yan gnawed on the chicken leg, picked out the meat quite flexibly with his mouth, and when he spit it out, there was only a bare bone left. He swallowed the chicken, and said casually: "No progress."

Sheng Feng suddenly felt a feeling of being deceived, and the anger he had just subsided instantly rushed to the top of the sky: "What the hell do you mean? You ran back to Xiyi for a whole day, and when you left, you said it with certainty." Speaking of people who know the black market, now tell me if there is any progress?!"

"Group Leader Sheng, don't worry, isn't it that the black market in Xiyi Territory hasn't opened yet? Where do you want me to find someone?" gesture, signaling him not to get too angry.

"It's indeed my fault. I forgot to check the date. The black market in Xiyi Territory has been closed since the day before yesterday. It's not like you don't know that group of snakes and rats, Team Leader Sheng. As long as the black market is closed, they will never show their faces. "

Sheng Feng wondered, "Isn't Xiyi territory under your jurisdiction? How can the black market open and close so freely?"

"That's why you don't understand, Team Leader Sheng." Shen Yan stood up holding a large bag of potato chips, and walked a few steps in the room.

At this time, Sheng Feng discovered a very interesting point, even though Shen Yan was wearing this nondescript clothes, his walking posture was still elegant like that of the ancients.

"Xiyi Realm, Slave Bone Realm, and Evil Dao stand in charge of each other. We are all lonely and wild ghosts exiled by the underworld. In our world, there are no rules, only the weak and the strong prey on the strong. The ghost king is not the king chosen by the ghosts. It's the king who was killed, and this is just a temporary honorific title, and it's not unusual for three generations of ghost kings to be born in one day." When Shen Yan spoke, he was calm as if he was talking about something that had nothing to do with him.

"As far as the underworld is concerned, the birth of the ghost king is only for deterrence, not for suppression, so as long as there are no ghosts that challenge my authority, we will all be safe and separate."

Sheng Feng had never even been to the underworld, let alone the place where the three evil spirits gather. When he was immature, he asked Huang Rongxin to take him there to learn more, but Huang Rongxin flatly refused, which made him feel uncomfortable for a long time.

"Then you should know when the Xiyi Territory black market will open?" Sheng Feng picked up the cup and poured saliva into his mouth.

Shen Yan fell down on the swivel chair all of a sudden, and the swivel chair creaked under his pressure, he grabbed the potato chips, stuffed them into his mouth, and snapped his fingers: "Of course I know, it's the 22nd of this month, the day after tomorrow. "

Sheng Feng glanced at the calendar on the phone, looked up at Shen Yan who was dangling on the swivel chair: "Hungry Ghost Festival?"

"Every year during the Hungry Ghost Festival, they will hold a feast. In ancient times, a group of ghosts came out of the cage and slaughtered for thousands of miles. Now it is much more civilized. It is changed to a place where the three evil ghosts gather to play and trade. When the time comes, they will come to the Xiyi Realm to eat, drink, whore and gamble. There must be a lot of them, and it should be easy to ask what you want to know."

Shen Yan put his two legs on Sheng Feng's table presumptuously, but was scared by Sheng Feng's eyes and shrank back, he said hehe: "Speaking of Team Leader Sheng, you can find out what Chu Xiao said. Are you a Taoist?"

"Found it. He is a Taoist priest invited by Hong Dechang to practice at Yunhai University. Now the Taoist priest's body is staying in the underground morgue of Guoan. He has been dead for several days, and his entire body's energy has been sucked out. I don't know who killed it. But in my opinion, it doesn't look like Chu Xiao's method of killing people first and then disemboweling them. It is purely that he died of being sucked out of Yang Qi while he was alive, more like It was—someone else."

Sheng Feng paused, looked up at Shen Yan, and said: "Such a straightforward approach, the ghost king is well-informed, I don't know if you know, is there such a person in Xiyi Realm?"

Shen Yan was stared at by him for a moment, obviously did not expect Sheng Feng's sudden cliché, the awkward expression on his face was adjusted in an instant, and he said with a smile: "There are so many ghosts in Xiyi Realm, this kind of spirit-sucking There are quite a few people who make a living, and there is no census, so how do I know which one did it."

"Really? How did I hear that after I left Guoan yesterday morning, the ghost king had a long talk with Chu Xiao alone?" A hint of euphemism made it clear.

"Ghost King Xiyi has such a great style. He interrogates prisoners without authorization. He coerces and lures out the information he wants but chooses to conceal it. Shen Yan, your wishful thinking of pretending to be stupid and pretending to be stupid is really good. I almost forgot , you are the most vicious ghost in Xiyi Realm."

The smile on Shen Yan's face that could fascinate thousands of young girls gradually froze, and there was a faint murderous intent in his eyes. He gently put the food in his hand on the table, walked up to Sheng Feng with his hands behind his back, bent down, With a pleasant smile: "I do have some information that you don't know, and I do have a purpose in coming to this world, but I advise you, Sheng Feng."

He pressed the armrest of Sheng Feng's chair with one hand, and lowered his voice: "Don't inquire too much, you should know how easy it is for me to kill a person, and you should also know that even if I accidentally kill you today, the underworld will not kill you." I dare not say anything."

"Then what are you waiting for, I am here, you kill now."

Shen Yan didn't expect Sheng Feng to answer like this at all, his mind went blank immediately, and the oppressive atmosphere just now dissipated instantly.

In fact, he didn't kill many people. Most of the time, just standing there, the opponent's arrogance was half scared back and he began to beg for mercy.

I've never seen Sheng Feng rushing to seek death like this, and this has completely messed up his position.

In fact, the stinging pain when he grabbed Sheng Feng's neck for the first time would not prevent Shen Yan from killing him, but Shen Yan didn't really want to hear the sob from his throat before he suffocated to death.

Shen Yan subconsciously glanced at the scar on Sheng Feng's neck from the corner of his eye, and immediately felt dizzy, so he quickly looked away, and the dizziness got better.

In fact, Sheng Feng just blurted out that sentence just now, and he was startled when he finished speaking.

Seeing Shen Yan's silent expression, he thought that the other party was thinking about which way to kill him, and his heart rose to his throat, and he still pretended to be calm.

He even planned his escape route in less than 2 minutes.

The two stared at each other for a while in this strange posture.

In the end, Shen Yan took the lead to let go of the armrest of Sheng Feng's chair. He stepped to the opposite side to pick up the unfinished potato chips, and said, "Coincidentally, I don't want to kill people today, so you are lucky."

Sheng Feng secretly heaved a sigh of relief, adjusted his breathing, and said, "Anyway... anyway, I don't care what grievances you have with that Shibinu, but if he deliberately facilitated this case, Guoan will not treat him show mercy."

"I can't ask for it." Shen Yan laughed mockingly, and took a sip of Coke, "If you want to kill him, I can't ask for it. That traitor stole my waist knife and escaped the pursuit of Xiyi Realm, and ran into the world to make troubles everywhere. The person who threw me into the Xiyi Realm was in vain for me to value him so much before, and now I wish I could tear him to pieces."

As soon as Shen Yan finished speaking, the door of the office was pushed open from all over the world. Seeing his flustered energy, Sheng Feng felt that nothing good happened, so he immediately stood up: "What happened?"

"Team leader..." Tian Nan Di Bei glanced hesitantly at Shen Yan who was sitting next to him.

Sheng Feng frankly said, "It's okay, let's talk."

Having obtained Sheng Feng's permission, Tian Nan Di Bei took out a small scorched paper figure from his pocket. Sheng Feng recognized at a glance that it was the one he deliberately attached to He Bin's body before. He walked over and Tian Nan Di Bei flattened the paper figure. Hold it in your palm.

The paper figurine had been burnt to a yellowish brown color, and even the edge of the paper was warped. It was dead and could no longer be used.

"Where did you come from?" Sheng Feng's face was a little unhappy.

"Just now, I was sitting at my work station, and it suddenly flew in from the window and knocked down a row of folders. When I picked it up, it was already burnt like this." Tian Nan Di Bei said as if he couldn't bear it.

He knew very well that every paper figurine Sheng Feng made had an incomplete soul attached to it, and it was some homeless kid who came to Sheng Feng to take him in.

Standing at the side, Shen Yan became more serious: "The burning is so thorough, it should be contaminated with a very heavy yin energy. From the point of view of cruelty, it looks like the handwriting of Shibinu."

Sheng Feng ordered: "Apply for a search warrant, take a team of field staff to Yunhai University, and let's talk to He Bin."

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