Gods cannot protect the world. Gods have rotted under the pear blossom tree - Preface.

Sheng Lingyuan thought that he had suffered a thunder tribulation in the sky and was broken into pieces. This time he could sleep for 8,000 years. Unexpectedly, he was awakened again after a second time before he finished a nap.

Last time he was a little "wake up" but this time he just got married again and again. He was so hunched that he was too lazy to even move his temper.

The backlash of the gloomy sacrifice is so unforgettable. Even though his tortured body has been destroyed, his spiritual consciousness is still trembling in pain, and his thoughts are torture. Logically speaking, he has no "corpse" to cheat... What's going on?

Why can't these juniors change to a demon to worship?

There were a mess of gongs and drums in my ears, and there was a man inside roaring and panting, not knowing what he called. Sheng Lingyuan listened patiently for a while, but he didn't understand a word, and he felt even more and more painful, and he said to himself: "Who is the monster crying here?"

At this time, the footsteps approached and someone helped him up. Lingchi's severe pain was still surfing his spiritual sense, so Sheng Lingyuan's senses were very slow. After a while, he realized that the man had a piece of cloth of unknown material and was rubbing on him like rubbing mud.

Sheng Lingyuan suddenly opened his "eyes" and bumped into a very close face in his vision. The tip of his nose was almost pressed against him, and even his eyelashes were clearly distinguished, outlining a pair of beautiful phoenix eyes, and the amber-like iris was incredibly clear... The only thing is that there is a pair of dark circles hanging at the moment, which is very destructive of temperament.

Sheng Lingyuan was stunned and saw this man yelling at him, then wiped it "stop" again, and muttered, "Why can't you wipe it clean?"

Sheng Lingyuan: "..."

presumptuous!

He recognized that this was Chi Yuan's little demon with many tricks, and he didn't know why he fell into the hands of this guy. The little demon muttered and retreated a little. Only then did Sheng Lingyuan realize that his perspective was very strange...it seemed to be lying in someone's arms.

Xiao Yao changed into a strange-style dress, milky white. I don’t know what wool material was used to wool it was made of wool, and the handwork was incredibly fine. It can be seen that although he was wandering around the world, his life was quite pampered, otherwise he would not have worn such a delicate dress. Although he didn’t understand why he was dressed like a rooster, the soft wool material rubbed against his body and felt very comfortable. Xiao Yao’s body gently penetrated from the clothes, warm, Sheng Lingyuan sighed silently, and the sequelae of being cut into pieces suddenly relieved a lot, and his mind became clearer.

He then tried to feel his body - it was very subtle. He found that he seemed to be separated from the surrounding area, and could "see" and "hear", but these feelings did not come from his facial features.

Is he... attached to what instrument?

"This has never happened before," the little demon, Xuan Ji, picked up the small "flat box" that could transmit voices from thousands of miles away. Sheng Lingyuan heard him ordering the "box", "Search online for 'how to clean up the blood stains on the sword'."

The small box made a female voice from the flat board and replied: "Here is a web page related to 'How to clean up the blood on the sword'."

"You can wash the bathhouse... what the hell! Oh, it's a game forum. Wipe it with a scarf... Hiss, isn't this nonsense?" Xuan Ji frowned, and after thinking about it, the majority of netizens may not have encountered a supernatural situation where swords are stained with blood and cannot be wiped clean, so they said to their phone again, "Search online... Uh, 'How do you wash the girl's aunt gets her pants'."

Sheng Lingyuan: "..."

Although I didn't understand, my intuition was not a good thing.

This innate spiritual creature's little demon belongs to fire, but has at least one or more magic weapons of metal on it.

Although he only had a brief fight, Sheng Lingyuan could feel that he was not as simple as he seemed on the surface. In terms of strength alone, he was even better than those ancient monsters who had long disappeared.

But strangely, his cultivation is quite poor - for example, at first he didn't want to show his means in front of mortals, and he didn't even dare to take a sword, and he lacked common sense in many places. He was like an ignorant child holding a mountain of gold, with only brute force and didn't know how to use it. Is it because he grew up in the pile of mortals and lacked the teachings of elders?

But if that were the case, where did his unpredictable skills come from?

Born? What kind of breed is this?

Sheng Lingyuan felt a little awkward as he turned his heart. The main reason was that the little ghost was too owed. He held the "little box" with one hand and kept pressing it again. The other hand was idle and he was still beating on him with the sound of drums... It would be fine if he beat it. After a while, he began to sing with the sound of gongs and drums. It turned out that it was a man's roar. This turned out to be two people howling, and these two were not on the same tune.

"Tsk," Sheng Lingyuan's thoughts were quarrels, so he came to a conclusion, "It might be a donkey."

At this time, something was "ding dong" and the donkey's singing sing was interrupted. He agreed loudly, temporarily spared Sheng Lingyuan's ears, and stood up and left.

Sheng Lingyuan was put aside by him and felt something like a bed beneath him, narrow and long, and very soft. As soon as he fell into it, he immediately fell into it, not knowing what kind of gentleness it was.

While he was amazed, he took the opportunity to look around the room.

The space is cramped, mainly because the roof is too low, the square snow-white roof cannot see beams and pillars, like coffins, but it is barely enough, and ordinary people will not hit their heads. The light in the house is very good, and there is no wall on the south side, all of them are windows, and a tulle curtain is half covered in front of the window, and a large area of ​​sunlight burst into unimpeded, covering half of the room. The window is like the place called "hospital" before, and there is also luxurious "crystals", but it looks much cleaner and brighter than the hospital.

There is a "disc" in the middle of the roof. Sheng Lingyuan guessed that this was used for lighting. He had seen similar ones in the "hospital" before. They were not very similar in shape, but the hanging position was similar. The other furniture around him was also very strange. At first glance, they were all covered with unknown terrible wood and thin boards. But when you look closely, it seemed that everyone had mystery, which made him difficult to draw a conclusion.

I dare not say that the room is spotless, but it is never dirty and it is very comfortable to clean... It's just a bit noisy - there is a square box on the low cabinet in the corner of the wall, and there is a black disc spinning in it. I don't know what evil thing it is. There is a man in the thing calling endlessly.

At this time, the little demon led a young man Sheng Lingyuan had never seen before and greeted him familiarly: "Sit down, what are you drinking?"

The visitor was quite handsome and wearing a navy blue "robes", with a seemingly slump between his eyebrows and eyes. Sheng Lingyuan looked at him carefully for a moment and thought to himself: "The mortal, but it seems to have a little bit of the thunder beast (note)."

He suddenly felt dazed. By the way, the little demon said that Qingpingsi had disappeared for nearly a thousand years, and has always been... If those half-blood demons were able to keep their descendants, they would probably have only a little thin bloodline left.

The person who came was Xiao Zheng. Director Xiao was exhausted and almost suffered a stroke by the death heavy metal entering the door. He pressed his temple in pain. He said, "Can you let your broken speaker get the magical powers? Your neighbor is deaf, don't complain about this... Get me a bottle of water."

"On weekdays, it's broad daylight, except for me, who are resting, no one is at home." Xuan Ji took out a bottle of mineral water from the refrigerator and threw it to him, and then moved Sheng Lingyuan off the sofa and poked it in the corner.

Sheng Lingyuan felt that the object he possessed was more than half a person tall, and it was very powerful. When it collided with the ground, it made a dull sound.

Suddenly there was a vague guess in his heart. As soon as Xuan Ji walked away, an overly clear mirror at the corner of the inner room looked over...

really.

He thought with a headache: "It's really the little demon's sword."

The sword body is more than three feet long and very heavy. Sheng Lingyuan remembers that this sword was pulled out from the back spine by the little demon. It should be the natal magic weapon. The little demon looks like a fire. Logically speaking, it is born with strong yang energy and is most incompatible with the yin and cold things...

And he himself is the most yin and cold thing.

But the little demon's natal sword not only did not reject him, but seemed to be carefully nourishing him.

strangeness.

Just when Sheng Lingyuan was puzzled, Xuan Ji sat down with his legs crossed, took out a plate of nuts from under the coffee table, and asked Xiao Zheng: "Have you worked overtime all night these days?"

"Well, Bi Chunsheng's affairs are generally clear. I explained the field that Jinghua Shuiyuedie revealed to her, which is consistent with what she said. Our technicians checked her intranet account and found that she repeatedly browsed your ex-girlfriend Gong Chenggong's case that had been involved in the aftermath, and closely followed all the people who were above the team leader, and who had less than half of the points deducted from the 'Fifteen-person Red Line'...including me." Xiao Zheng was really thirsty and described it as being quite embarrassed. Speaking of this, he drank half a bottle of cow in one mouthful of ox.

The mineral water bottle was creaking, "We also retrieved the surveillance near Gong Chenggong's home. Bi Chunsheng followed Gong Chenggong for a long time, but the letter of complaint was not necessarily written by her - at least we have not found relevant evidence yet. The letter of complaint clearly stated Gong Chenggong's way of asking for bribes. I personally think Bi Chunsheng shouldn't have time to check it so clearly at that time, otherwise she might not have been rational enough to write the letter of complaint, and she would have cut Gong Cheng into pieces long ago."

Xuan Ji asked: "So she just investigated and didn't do anything to Gong Chenggong?"

"No, she has no chance. Although Gong Chenggong is an ordinary person, he has handled many memories in the aftercare department. He has too many secrets and has always paid attention to this aspect - he has carried instruments that blocked similar mental attacks for twenty-four hours, and there are more than one piece." Xiao Zheng shook his head, "She has always been suspicious and unbelievable about the matter of Mirror Flower Water Moon Butterfly. It was not until her father's skull was opened that Gong Chenggong had been secretly controlled and fell into a coma."

"Where did the insect eggs she used come from?"

"It's the can that Gong Chenggong stole thirty years ago. We found half of the can left in her house. Following her driving recorder, we found several properties - all of them were Gong Chenggong, and they were recorded under the names of several bag companies. The company was held by others and was very hidden. We didn't know it before. It should have been her tracked and investigated. One of them was reported recently by the police, but because nothing was lost, it was left in nothing. There was a very hidden secret room in that property, which contained traces of abnormal energy objects. It should be where Gong Chenggong stored the butterfly eggs. The only thing that is not clear now is where she... learned the gloomy sacrifice from."

Xuan Ji grabbed a handful of pistachios and ate one pie, but he didn't take it.

In fact, there is another suspicious point. He didn't know if others heard it... Maybe he thought Bi Chunsheng was talking nonsense when he heard it. After all, the scene was too chaotic at that time. After Bi Chunsheng summoned the devil, the devil actually didn't mind helping her revenge at first, and was quite kind to the summoner. Later, he suddenly turned against him and heard Bi Chunsheng say the word "Chiyuan".

Why did Bi Chunsheng suddenly mention Chiyuan?

What exactly did she ask Chi Yuan that she accurately poked the big demon's scale and refused to break the contract even if she was struck by lightning?

"As for some field personnel working together with Gong Chenggong to conceal the number of casualties by using Jinghua Shuiyuedie, the bureau has officially filed a case."

Xuan Ji came to his senses and said "ah".

"Theoretically, this self-inspection case aftercare department is just an assisting department, but this time the incident is considered a disaster for the aftercare department..."

"Cooperate with the investigation, understand and understand." Xuan Ji nodded repeatedly. Anyway, he was new, so this matter had nothing to do with him.

It’s good to stop the work and investigate. If you don’t have to work after getting the money, it’s like giving him a New Year’s vacation.

Xuan Ji said happily: "Don't worry about the organization, we will put down our work immediately and cooperate with all our strength."

"What are you doing with cooperation?" Xiao Zheng waved his hand irritably, "Director Huang means that I will take the lead in self-inspection, but after all, this matter involves too much. With field and logistics, I may not be... that clean, so it is best to have someone who has no interest in any department in the bureau to supervise it."

Xuan Ji flattered the leader like a conditioned reflex: "Director Huang is thoughtful, but the old leader is very skillful."

Xiao Zheng: "The person he is talking about is you."

Xuan Ji was stunned at first, then raised his eyebrows in an unknown way.

He was indeed admitted to the Extraordinary Control Bureau by his own ability, but if he became the director of the aftermath department based on his ability, he would be shameless.

He was the foreign aid Xiao Zheng recruited to help investigate the aftermath department - but Xiao Zheng did not expect that aftermath department, which was not close to nothing, would find him on his head after searching it over and over again - but to outsiders who don't know the inside story, they were in the same group.

The director asked him to supervise Xiao Zheng, what did he mean? Do you firmly believe that he has a firm revolutionary will and is selfless?

Xiao Zheng whispered: "Yes, it's you. I'm afraid he doesn't know. I explained to him that you came to work in the bureau and that it was me who recommended him, but he still... I don't understand what he means."

"Whoever is with us, don't pretend to be pure in me." Xuan Ji spit out the pistachio shell, "The Huang Chuan means four words - 'Don't make a big deal'."

Xiao Zheng looked at him in a terrible way.

"Okay, I'll ask you," Xuan Ji said, "the larvae of butterflies are still eggs or something. You are just putting them on people when you are involved in the case. Are you not afraid of them spreading in the crowd?"

"That won't be," said Xiao Zheng. "The can of butterflies collected in the bureau should have been specially treated. Once parasitized, they will stop reproduction. When the human body dies, the butterflies will die."

Xuan Ji spread his hands: "That's all. Since it's not contagious, it means there is no social harm. What else can I check?"

Xiao Zheng knew him on the first day, and he had a premonition that this person was about to perform live "The dog cannot spit out ivory from his mouth", and the blue veins on his forehead began to jump early.

Sure enough, Xuan Ji said: "People who are parasitized by butterflies live and work hard, and their relatives and friends don't know. What's wrong with everyone living a stable and down-to-earth life? If this matter is really taken to the table, what do you plan to do if you find out that 8,000 people are infected by butterflies? Is it possible for everyone to get it back and allocate a crematorium to each person? Lao Xiao, the Yikong Bureau is an institution to maintain social security and stability, not an institution to create panic for society. Just like our aftermath department, we do a job of wiping the butt. No matter how dirty a butt is, we have to use gentle toilet paper... Even if it may not be clean, we cannot use sandpaper to make people's lives."

His tongue may have some special abilities. He ate nuts while flipping up and down, and his words were full of essays without delaying either.

Xiao Zheng had known before that he was a slut with no values. He didn't expect that he could be so unlimited. He was almost angry with his "wiping his butt" nonsense, and he slapped his fruit plate and snatched it: "Do you say this human word? What are you eating! Parrot, you!"

Xuan Ji was in a stable mood and didn't have the same knowledge as him: "The 'Five-person Red Line' is a 'continuous position system'. Some of those who used butterflies to conceal the number of casualties were indeed out of selfishness, but I believe that there must be some people who are trying to protect their brothers. Now they have to turn back and dig three feet into the ground. Even if some people have a clear conscience - for example - can you know whether your old boss has used it?"

When he said this, he gently lifted his eyelids, and his smile-like eyes made Xiao Zheng's pupils shrink, "If you have used it, how can you prove that this vested interest is unaware?"

Xiao Zheng was speechless.

Does he really don’t understand what Huang Qun means? It’s impossible. Director Xiao has been in the unit for so many years, and even if he is a little straightforward, he is not a foolish white sweet with no thorns in his brain.

He just doesn't want to think about it.

Xuan Ji is a friend, and he is a friend who lives a life-long friendship. He is not afraid of offending him when he speaks in private. He peels off his self-deception hypocrite skin in just a few words. His conscience is exposed naked, and he feels ashamed for a moment.

"Then, let the living be blind...the dead be dead die in vain?"

Xuan Ji has a warm outside and cold inside. After hearing Xiao Zheng's confused sentence, he thought indifferently: Isn't this the norm?
To be continued...