The new transfer student is strong enough to burst

"Fuck."

The picture was so weird that Cheng Leshan, who was sitting next to An Xue, couldn't help but cursed.

Su Wuli said: "The video was shot at the Ink Art Gallery, located at No. 377 Li'ang Road, Jiangjin District, Shuangcheng. The founder is Lin Yimo, 32 years old, and a painter. This painting—"

Su Wuli zoomed in on the picture, and the smile of the woman in the picture was even more permeating.

"This painting is the second in the 'Woman on a Long Trip' series. It was created by the 5000th-century artist Claude. It was auctioned at an Italian auction house three years ago, and it was finally bought by Lin Yimo for [-] million yuan."

"After the painting was photographed, Lin Yimo became famous in the art world and created more than ten classic paintings successively. He is known as the most creative artist in the 21st century."

An Xue plugged in half of the earphones, and while listening, she scanned the materials sent by Su Wuli, and Xilou beside her said, "You mean, Lin Yimo has something to do with this painting?"

Su Wuli: "It's just speculation, we need more evidence and conclusions. This investigation task is assigned to the eleventh team to complete."

She pushed down her glasses with a finger painted with delicate nail polish: "May the investigation go well."

Afterwards, Su Wuli explained some details. When the meeting was over and Team [-] was about to leave for another investigation meeting in private, An Xue asked, "Only this matter?"

Su Wuli propped his hands on the conference table, leaned over, and narrowed his eyes slightly: "What more tasks do you want, Captain?"

"No." An Xue got up and walked out of the conference room first.

Looking at his figure, Xilou rolled her eyes: "I can only pretend."

Cheng Leshan patted Xilou, smoothed things over and said, "Young master, calm down, we have to have another meeting when we go back, don't we?"

An Xue waited at the door of the third conference room, but did not leave.

Xilou looked at him through his nostrils, and walked arrogantly.

An Xue was neither anxious nor annoyed, and said, "Yesterday, I saw an 'angel'."

Angel.

Hearing these two words, Xilou's face suddenly darkened, and she stepped in front of An Xue: "What did you say?"

"Young Master, calm down." Another team member Kong Xiangdi saw that Xilou was impulsive again, and hurriedly pulled Xilou away, stuck between the two, and asked, "What's wrong with the angel?"

"Angel is another department of the Special Administration, and its concept of responsibility is completely different from that of the Celestial Master."

In the exclusive conference room of the Eleventh Division, An Xue stood leaning against the wall, and said in a cold tone: "The existence of Celestial Masters is to expel ghosts and protect human beings. Angels..." An Xue paused, "It is to kill human beings."

The faces of the members present darkened.

Cheng Leshan: "What's going on?"

Xilou said gloomyly: "29 years ago, a large-scale infection broke out in Lincheng—human beings were infected into ghosts."

This incident had a huge impact, but due to the long period of time, it has not been included in the training courses for celestial masters in recent years. Therefore, most members of the eleventh team are not very clear about the infection incident 29 years ago.

As the grandson of the branch chief, Xilou once looked through his grandfather's collection of books, so he learned of the tragic massacre that year.

"It's a disaster." Xilou said, "Infected people will lose consciousness and become ghosts."

The infection spread quickly, at first there was only one person, then two, then four, then eight...everywhere, people turned into ghosts.

In just five days, all the residents of Lincheng were infected, and even the members sent by the Special Administration Bureau were not spared, and the entire army was wiped out.

"They killed and bit each other, and even wanted to escape from the city and attack the residents outside the city." Xilou said, "The infection caused heavy losses. In the end, the Special Administration only came up with a solution."

"Kill the infected."

That was a past event that the Special Administration Bureau did not want to mention. The General Administration established a team named "Angels" and entered Lincheng.

In ten days, they killed 900 million people—killed 900 million human beings infected to become ghosts.

Xilou: "Angels are the team used to end the lives of these people."

Kong Xiangdi was startled: "They are obviously executioners! Why are they named 'Angels'?!"

An Xue, who was silent all the time, explained the origin of the name: "Because he took the responsibility of killing for us."

Those who undertake the killing are called "angels", and their uniforms are clean white coats as they are named.

"Angel" has not been disbanded since its establishment, in order to prevent similar major events from happening.

In the past, it was impossible to comment, but now there is an extremely serious matter.

The appearance of the "angel" can only show that there are infected people in Shuangcheng.

When Xilou revealed his conjecture, Cheng Leshan was startled: "An infected person appeared?! We have to report to the branch chief quickly?!"

"'Angel' belongs to the main bureau, and the sub-bureau cannot interfere." An Xue said, "I just remind you to observe the people around you more, act carefully, and don't cause unnecessary panic before the sub-bureau gives an official notice."

While speaking, An Xue glanced at Xilou.

Xilou didn't notice An Xue's eyes, she was in a daze and didn't know what she was thinking.

Next, the [-]th team held a strategic meeting for this mission, and finally decided that An Xue and Xilou, who were the most capable, would go deep into the gallery to investigate, and the rest were divided into different groups to monitor and investigate Lin Yimo's trajectory.In order not to arouse the suspicion of Lin Yimo, the owner of the gallery, An Xue and Xilou chose the five-day school day as the date of investigation.

——On the first day of each school year, some schools will organize students to visit the gallery, and mix among the students without appearing too abrupt.

On the first day of school, An Xue came to Xilou's school gate ahead of time to wait for him.

Shuangcheng No. [-] Middle School is a high school that focuses on art examinations, and there are more girls. Before Xilou and Li Yang left the school, they saw a group of girls deliberately slowing down and turning their heads frequently.

Li Yang stretched his neck curiously: "What's going on outside?"

Xilou analyzed rationally: "It is estimated that there is a handsome guy."

Facts proved that Xilou's guess was correct, the handsome guy was wearing half of the earphones, and raised his hand to him lightly: "Yo."

Xilou's reaction was very strange.

It wasn't a sneer, it wasn't a roll of the eyes, but it blocked Li Yang behind him at the first moment, and said in a low voice, "You go first."

An Xue didn't seem to have the slightest reaction to his actions, she only said, "So you can speak well."

Xilou: "Why are you here? We made an appointment to meet at the station, right?"

"Oh, I recognize you! You are Brother Ran's friend!" Li Yang poked his head out from behind Xilou.

Xilou was startled: "Have you seen it?"

Li Yang raised his head, bent his bright eyes and smiled at him: "Yes! I went to get a tattoo that day, and I saw it once."

An Xue stretched out a hand: "Hello, An Xue."

Xilou wanted Li Yang to stay away from An Xue, but Li Yang took An Xue's hand first, shook it, and smiled cutely: "My name is Li Yang. You are the one Xilou said to have an appointment with, where are you going?" ?”

Just as An Xue was about to answer, there was a yell from the passing alley, probably because her mouth was covered, and the yell was cut off, followed by the sound of beating, which sounded like a ruthless hand, punched to the flesh.

Looking inside, several tall and burly students surrounded a thin boy.

The boy knelt on the ground and kept crying. Someone covered his mouth, but the tall guy in the head kicked the boy's head, picked up his hair, and even started to untie his belt.

The accomplices booed and applauded.

Then, the dark yellow liquid poured down, and the companions around let out gleeful laughter. The boy was still struggling at first, but the tall man held his neck and submerged him directly in the urine, calling for his companions to join him. The boys untied their belts one after another.

"The prawn died because of you, right? You have nothing to do? Heh!"

"What about the person who is with you every day?! He is not a good bird either! Self-defense?! I don't believe it!!"

The tall man kicked it viciously, mocking, "Do you like it? Does it taste good? Hahaha..."

He was only halfway through laughing when someone kicked his back suddenly, staggered two steps, and almost stepped into his own urine.

"Who the hell are you! Are you sick?!" He didn't care who it was, but just as he was about to make a move, he was punched hard on the bridge of the nose again.

Xilou helped the boy being bullied up: "I should ask that, what are you doing?"

"What are you doing?!" The tall man covered his nose, "You're looking for a beating, aren't you?" He raised his other hand, and the boys around him took out iron bars hidden in their clothes, and swung them towards Xilou.

Li Yang: "!!!!"

"Tsk." An Xue frowned slightly, "It's so troublesome."

As he spoke, he kicked directly at the delinquent boy who was closest to him.

An Xue and Xilou had received fighting training, so the group of unscrupulous boys in the alley were naturally no match for them. Within 2 minutes, they were all defeated.

An Xue picked up the iron rod, and slashed at the tall man in the lead like a blade.

The tall man's legs gave way, and he yelled "Wait for me", but he left his younger brothers and ran away.

The boy coughed twice violently.

"How are you?" Xilou patted him on the back to help him calm down.

The boy coughed heart-piercingly again. His shirt was completely wet and smelled of urine, his hair was scratched into a mess, and there were red palm prints on his face. He was in a mess.

He was beaten until he became unconscious, trembling all over, hugged his shoulders tightly, and murmured: "No, you can't be angry, no, you can't be angry..."

Li Yang ran into the alley cautiously, avoiding the unscrupulous teenagers everywhere, and hiccupped in fright when he saw the boy's appearance: "He... is he okay? I'll call 120!"

Just pressed the three numbers, before dialing, another boy rushed in from the alley.

"Full empty!!" The young man ordered two takeaways, but now they all fell to the ground, and the soup spilled all over the floor.

He pushed Xilou away, and pulled Li Yang back. He pulled so hard that Li Yang couldn't stand still, and was supported by Xilou in time to prevent him from falling.

The young man stood in front of Man Kong and looked at the three of them warily.

"Who are you?!" the boy asked, "What did you do to Man Kong?"

Xilou laughed angrily at him: "What did we do?!"

Li Yang tugged at the corner of his clothes behind Xilou and shook his head slightly.

Xilou restrained his temper, but his tone was inevitably sarcasm: "If you really value him so much, you should follow him every step of the way!"

After speaking, he grabbed Li Yang's wrist, turned and left the alley.

Li Yang: "I haven't hit 120 yet!"

Xilou: "Let them fight by themselves!"

Li Yang followed behind Xilou, patted him on the back, and muttered softly: "The clothes are dirty...don't be angry, besides, I'm not injured, I'm fine if I get pushed, he's too impatient."

They had already walked for a while, and An Xue walked behind them.Li Yang rubbed away Xilou's frowning brows, helped him straighten his clothes, and then turned to ask An Xue how he was doing.

An Xue said it was okay.

"You guys are so handsome!" Li Yang laughed happily. The boy who was bullied had a friend, and that friend seemed very caring. He didn't need to worry about him anymore, so he took out his phone, "By the way, you guys are going to What? Xilou sometimes loses everything, I don’t worry, let me help you find out what’s nearby?”

An Xue: "Ink Art Gallery."

Hearing his answer, Li Yang froze: "Ah."

"Ink Art Gallery." An Xue repeated.

"Ink Art Gallery?" Li Yang trembled, slowly put down his hand, and pulled the corner of his mouth, "Can, can you not go?"

An Xue looked at him calmly, her black and white eyes inspected a little: "What's wrong with you?"

"No, it's okay!" Li Yang's expression suddenly became very strange, he hurriedly stuffed his phone back into his pocket, and took a few steps back, "I, I have something to do at home, let's go first! You guys, be careful on the road!"

He even forgot to say "goodbye" to Xilou, and left in a panic, turning his head while walking, met An Xue's eyes, lowered his head guiltily, and quickened his pace.