dirty stuff

The dim candlelight flickered in the deep and quiet hall, the heavy door blocked the fresh air, and a roll of satin was placed on the mahogany desk.

Shen Yan was dressed in luxurious and heavy clothes and stood sideways by the desk, his eyes were downcast, as if there was something important for him to think about.

After a long while, I saw a gap in the door of the palace, and a handsome man walked into the palace respectfully, with a modest gesture, he cupped his hands solemnly and said, "Your Highness, the spies I sent to the Nugu Realm have sent back news. Bone Realm is currently gathering troops with Shifangmu, but Su Jingran hasn't shown up yet."

Shen Yan stretched out one hand and lightly put it on the case, and snorted coldly: "A few days ago, Su Jingran made a big fanfare to the Xiyi Realm, but he didn't mention anything about sending people to steal Yuehualu. I don't believe it." He is such an upright gentleman, and he doesn't even believe that the little thief was not sent by him."

The battle post on the table suddenly floated up and was torn to pieces in mid-air.

Shen Yan tucked his hands into his wide sleeves and put them behind his back: "Since Su Jingran wants me to play with him, then I will play with him to the end. Qiu Yishan, gather all the troops in the Xiyi Realm and prepare for the battle."

After all, a pair of tokens was thrown out by him at a lightning speed, Qiu Yishan reacted quickly, raised his hand to catch it, and then cupped his hands and said yes.

He took a few steps back with the token, paused on his feet, and asked again: "Your Highness, will you return to the world these few days?"

Shen Yan squinted at him, Qiu Yishan knew that Shen Yan never liked his subordinates to know his whereabouts, so he immediately lowered his head and explained: "At the moment when the two realms are confronting each other, my subordinates are afraid that Su Jingran will trip you up secretly. , if His Highness does not return to the human world in the near future, this subordinate will ask someone to temporarily close the passage to the border."

The little thief who stole Yuehualu last time sneaked into the Xiyi Realm through the temporary border area. It is not unreasonable for Qiu Yishan to plan this way.

But even though he understood the truth, Shen Yan still struggled for a while, which caused Qiu Yishan to quietly raise his eyes to look at his master several times. During the past half month, Shen Yan ran to the world twice every day, and the servants in the Xiyi Realm were there for all to see. Yishan doesn't like to listen to those outrageous gossips, but this time it seems that it is really different from the past.

At the end, Shen Yan sighed and replied: "I won't be returning to the human world in the near future, temporarily close all the passages to the border, and be careful of Su Jingran."

Qiu Yishan sweated for himself, and exited the hall in three steps at a time.

As soon as the hall door opened, snowflakes fluttered into the hall. The icy cold wind blew Shen Yan soberly. A ray of light came in through the crack of the door. Shen Yan never liked the light. The guards on both sides wanted to close the hall door again, but Shen Yan waved his hand to stop.

"Open the door of the palace and let some light come in."

……

Sheng Feng sat alone in the empty car, holding the phone with trembling fingers. He always had to stop for a long time before turning to the next page of the headline. deeply realized.

This is a temporary parking lot near Guoan, and the once empty gate of Guoan has already been crowded with reporters and onlookers, and the flimsy electric gate is no longer effective.

Sheng Feng looked at the trending searches for a while, endured his anger and threw the phone on the driver's seat. On the screen of the phone, there was an eye-catching headline-Murderer under the wings of Guoan.

Below the headline is a short news post: The reporter of the 7.16 case went straight to the crime scene. The reporter photographed a plainclothes man at the scene. After verification, he was a high-level national security official. According to insiders, this person was the murderer who caused a national sensation 16 years ago. The murderer of the murder case, the national security appointed the murderer as a high-level official, did he do it unintentionally or deliberately cover it up?

Below the news is attached four blurry photos taken by a reporter in the morning, as if they were deliberately trying to capture a grand occasion among the crowd.

The comment area at the top is relatively harmonious, maintaining a neutral attitude until the matter is clarified, while the comments below are full of obscenities, and some websites directly started a comment war on this matter.

Sheng Feng lay on the steering wheel and rested for a while with his eyes closed, clenched into a fist with one hand. The 16-year-old injury seemed to be flooding into his heart at this moment, and it took 14 years to heal. Now the scars have been ruthlessly uncovered, and cut off piece by piece by a knife, showing it to everyone.

Except for the people who worked with Huang Rongxin back then, no one knows about this matter. How did those reporters pick it up in a single day through a photo?

The phone rang suddenly, and Sheng Feng saw the note on it, and he was stunned for a second before answering it. It was Tang Chengping's call: "Where are you now, what's the news on the Internet, how did you get caught by those reporters?" Got it?!"

Sheng Feng sneered: "Bureau Tang, shouldn't I ask you about this? There is no information about me in the national security system, and the master has retired. The only person who is still inside the system is who else besides you. You want to pull me down to make room for your people, and you made such a big commotion in one day, it's really well-intentioned!"

Tang Chengping obviously didn't react, and he said after a while: "Sheng Feng, I know that your mood is very unstable now, and now the superior orders you to go back to the bureau immediately for investigation."

Sheng Feng was too lazy to listen to his nonsense, so he hung up the phone directly, picked up the coat on the co-pilot's back and put it on, pushed the car door with one hand, and slammed it hard. It's not that he wasn't afraid, but the anger in his heart had already overwhelmed him overwhelmed the fear of those crowded reporters.

Seeing Sheng Feng walking towards the gate of Guoan alone from afar, several security personnel immediately winked at each other, and after a short while drove the reporter outside with a microphone out of the way.

Before Sheng Feng got close to the gate, two photographers recognized him at a glance, and the camera shot straight up, and the security personnel hurried forward to stop him.

The journalists came to their senses immediately and raised their microphones and asked loudly, "Group leader Sheng, group leader Sheng! Is the news about you reported on the Internet true?"

"Group leader Sheng! If you don't speak now, do you acquiesce in the previous criminal facts?!"

"Did you really kill your own father 16 years ago!"

The chaotic sound accompanied Sheng Feng all the way into the door. He was almost squeezed by the reporters at the door. Even the extremely strong security guards couldn't stop the rushing crowd. The camera kept shooting at him, and the flashlight shot De Shengfeng was a little dizzy.

However, when he walked into the National Security Hall, he noticed that everyone looked at him with strange eyes.

Sheng Feng glanced around without fear, and those people hurriedly lowered their heads to pretend to be busy with the work at hand.

There were a lot of people waiting for this elevator, Sheng Feng stood silently in a shadow, watched the group of people walk into the elevator and closed the door, consciously waiting for the empty elevator to come down slowly before he went in, Pressed the close button.

Nobody wants to ride in the same elevator as a murderer these days.

Sheng Feng was leaning in the elevator as if exhausted, the question that the last reporter yelled at the top of his voice was lingering in his ears and mind all the time:

"Did you really kill your own father 16 years ago!"

He powerlessly defended himself over and over in his mind.

He's not my father, he's not human at all.

However, everyone now only cares that the leader of the No. 16 team of Guoan brutally killed his own father when he was [-] years old. As for why, no one wants to pay attention.

A thunderbolt struck from the cloudy sky, and the reporters gathered at the gate of Guoan had to pack up their things and go home because of the sudden heavy rain.

Sitting in the office of the No. [-] National Security Team, Sheng Feng secretly wrapped his coat tightly, feeling that he had instantly fallen into a bottomless ice hole, which was so cold to the bone.

Through the glass door, you can hear the paper married woman scolding outside: "What the hell, I think our seven groups are redundant at this time, causing trouble for them?! When encountering troubles, they all follow each other with their tails between their legs. Like your dog, I pooh!"

Looking worriedly at Shengfeng who was sitting in front of the window watching the rain in the office, he murmured: "... Boss must be feeling bad right now."

Holding the phone, Wu Wenyan pointed and said: "This is completely a rumor! What kind of bullshit is it according to insiders?! Didn't these netizens check it out? Does our boss look like a murderer?!"

The paper married lady patted the table: "It's a big deal for the boss to suspend the boss, and the old lady won't do it anymore! The seven groups love whoever cares, and the old lady will risk her life for them to handle the case. They are fine. This hasn't happened yet. Just cross the river and tear down the bridge!"

Tiannandibei hurriedly held her down: "I haven't made it clear yet, stop shouting, I didn't see that the boss is annoying, so please calm down first, if you have that time, it's better to find out who is behind the scenes, the trending search will rise after a long time." When it comes to the top of the list, there must be more than one person behind it."

Upon hearing this, the married lady hurriedly took out her notebook and began to frantically search the Internet.

It was finally quiet outside, Sheng Feng relaxed his body and leaned on the back of the swivel chair, his mind was in a mess, he tried to rationalize his thoughts but he couldn't calm down completely.

The door of the office was quietly pushed open a crack, and the little mayfly walked in softly from the outside. It was not until she stood beside Sheng Feng for a long time that Sheng Feng felt that there was someone behind her.

The little mayfly still didn't show any signs of growing taller, but the milk fat on her face was a little more than before.The traits of their ethnic group have always been like this, because they were born with childlike faces and could not resist foreign enemies, so they were slaughtered to death.

Sheng Feng forced himself to let go of his thoughts, and naturally took out a warmed lollipop from the inner pocket of his jacket and handed it to the little mayfly's face. He apologized: "I didn't have time to buy it today, so I only have apple flavor. "

The little mayfly took the wrapped candy and unpacked it. Holding the lollipop, she stood on tiptoe and stretched her arms, and put the candy an inch away from Sheng Feng's mouth. Her posture was very awkward, and she blushed and said to Sheng Feng, "Open your mouth, eat candy."

Sheng Feng was stunned for a moment, but subconsciously bit the candy with his mouth, and the candy with the sweet taste of apples spread in his mouth. It is said that sweet things will make the mood happy, and it seems to be true.

"I'll give you all my candy, I can't be unhappy."

The little mayfly sat on the desk with one hand, took out a bunch of colorful candies from his pocket, stretched out his hand to wrap them all and pushed them to Shengfeng's side, with his two tender legs drooping, he sat aside and didn't speak Just accompany silently.

Sheng Feng suddenly felt that his daughter was not in vain.