"What do you mean? What's wrong with Officer Jiang?" Beside him, Zhang Tinglan's face remained curious.
He shook his head and said to Zhang Tinglan what he could say: "Two things, one: the other party's purpose is to kill you after you come to seek my help.
Second, for a long time in the future, you will see and see some things that you cannot understand. "
He stared hard into the other person's eyes, making her nervous before he said, "I hope you can keep your mouth shut from now on.
Whatever happens in the future, don’t tell any third person.
The consequences of this incident are terrible and terrifying. Even if you only know a little bit of relevant information, it is enough to kill you or your loved ones. "
He finished speaking in one breath and finally sighed: "Someone has already paid the price for this. I don't want you to be the second one. Do you understand?"
Zhang Tinglan listened and her reaction was slow for a long time. When Chen Qing couldn't help but look back at her, she suddenly smiled: "Pull the hook!"
"What hook..." Before he could finish his words, his fingertips were already pulled up and in contact with the girl's tender skin.
He was stunned for a long time, until his fingertips shook the girl's for a moment, and then he came back to his senses and jerked his hand away.
"Hey, Xiao Qingzi is tempted."
Bu Zhaozhao looked at the two of them, floating back and forth above their heads.
After listening to the words, he raised his head, rolled his eyes in the air, and said loudly: "If you are so free, could you please go and keep a lookout around me?"
But hearing Bu Zhaozhao's unstoppable laughter in his ears, he finally just sighed and didn't bother to refute.
Beside him, Zhang Tinglan's eyes were always looking towards the sky. Her face turned pale and her heart suddenly jumped a few times.
"You..." She hesitated and tugged on Chen Qing's clothes. The force was not strong, but it was enough to attract the other person's attention.
"What's wrong with me?" He didn't look back.
"who are you talking to."
Chen Qing was stunned, looking a little confused: "Just...it's definitely not with you."
"The problem is that we are the only ones here!" She couldn't help but laugh, and there was a hint of crying and surprise in her voice.
"Oh..." Chen Qing suddenly laughed: "With the one you can't see." He pointed behind Zhang Tinglan and said in a low voice: "They are playing with your hair. Say hello?"
She looked at Chen Qing in a daze, her body stiffened, her neck twisted behind her one by one, her face was white, and she uttered a few words dullly: "Hello... hello ?”
She turned around, and a few tears welled up in the corners of her eyes.
…
Half an hour later.
"You're the only one who can call Sister Zhao scary, right? Only you can! Only you can!"
In the living room, Jiang Wan comforted the girl who was still trembling and scolded her harshly. Opposite them, Chen Qing's face still had the same cold expression.
He looked at the tablet in his hand, raised his eyes, and then looked blankly into the air: "Be reasonable, be reasonable... I just asked her to say hello to Sister Zhao.
You have to scold Sister Zhao. "
Jiang Wan frowned, sniffed the tip of her nose, and lowered her gaze.
At that age, people can consider her a grandma! Can you really scold me?
Looking at the two of them, Chen Qing typed the last word on the screen, raised his head and asked Jiang Wan: "Do you have a clue about what I asked you to investigate?"
She still looked a little angry, but she still said to Chen Qing: "I investigated the identity information you mentioned, and it is indeed very different from what you said.
The deceased all had a certain degree of influence. Taking the first deceased as an example, the other person was an anchor of a local food column, and the channel had a popularity of tens of thousands. "
"Where's the little girl?"
"Can't find it." She shook her head and frowned: "But according to the direction you mentioned, since the incident that year, that villa has been notorious and famous. I think it will comply with your request. .”
Chen Qing said "hmm" and focused on the tablet in front of him.
"Did anyone send anyone to protect the remaining people?"
"Yes, but I'm afraid it won't be of much use."
Chen Qing raised his eyes and had an answer in his mind: "Already... dead?"
"Soon, the third one."
He looked at the screen and put three in the document.
At this time, Zhang Tinglan's mood had calmed down a lot. She raised her head. After listening so much, Zhang Tinglan also heard some clues in her heart.
"Then... what about me?" She looked at the two of them: "I seem... not very famous."
Listening to her words, Chen Qing and Jiang Wan's eyes became a little wandering.
"Are you serious?" Opposite the two of them, Chen Qing turned over the tablet he was holding.
On the tablet, the web page displayed was a campus forum, and among the top three searches for the forum, one was Chen Qing and the other was Zhang Tinglan.
"Going to the campus art party again..." Chen Qing dragged the tabs on his hand to turn back: "I started my own social media again."
He smiled and shook his head: "The key is that you are still in the same class as me, and you still..."
He looked at the photos on Zhang Tinglan's personal media and hesitated for a few seconds: "When did I take a photo with you?"
"You were a gala volunteer one year."
"deleted."
"don't want!"
His face turned pale: "Dark history... How could I be a volunteer?! This is unreasonable!"
"You were...drawn by lot that year." She said softly, looking a little sad.
But when she said this, Chen Qing didn't see her.
He was still staring at the screen and said "hmm" in a tone that was indeed true.
After about ten seconds, Chen Qing suddenly raised his head.
"It's midnight."
He said softly, his eyes becoming much more serious.
They want traffic, so today should be the biggest exposure point.
He looked around. The identities of the three people were placed on one side of the scale, and on the other end of the scale, there was death and greater panic.
"Bu Zhaozhao."
He stood up, and a gust of night wind blew open the window. The wind was chilly and the night was terrifyingly quiet.
He looked out the window under the moonlight and saw that there was no one on the street. This shouldn't be the case.
Even though it was late at night, there should still be a few scattered people passing by.
He looked out the window, Bu Zhaozhao's face became much more serious.
"Someone."
"Jiang Wan?"
She frowned, and after a while of perception, she replied to Chen Qing: "It's strange, my perception is not clear. There is a possibility of death, but nothing may happen."
He nodded, indicating that he understood.
He took off the chest pendant, hid it in his palm and handed it to Jiang Wan: "In three minutes and fifteen seconds, throw Sister Zhao to me."
He spoke softly, and the look in his eyes gradually faded. As time went by, after blinking again, there was one less person in the air.
He turned sideways and looked down from an angle that was impossible to reach here on the street. After remembering all the scenes on the street, he closed his eyes.
"Leave." He said softly, and gradually faded from the room before closing the mysterious window.
It was an afterimage, something that was caused by moving at a speed that exceeded what the naked eye could see.
Zhang Tinglan opened her mouth, her face changing back and forth between pale and flushed. She pointed at Chen Qing, then looked at Jiang Wan's eyes. After seeing the other party's indifferent gaze, she used her little hand to close her mouth that had not been closed for a long time. Covered.
But in the corridor, in the community, and among the trees on the street, Chen Qing's figure began to gradually appear.
He turned around and saw that the path he had taken was quiet, with no dust raised, no fallen leaves dancing, and no garbage bouncing away.
He came quietly.
He looked in front of him, and the moment his eyes touched the street scene, he had two images in his mind.
One is looking down from the balcony, and one is looking forward from here.
He compared the picture in his mind and smiled slightly.
"As expected... they will cover their tracks. And covering their tracks means exposing themselves."
This is his self-confidence. He is confident that a person who needs to embark on an extraordinary path in this way will not have strong foundation and ability.
So he bet on this first.
The absence of strong non-relics and characteristics means that their disguise must be one-sided.
It's like they know who they are, where they live, and how many people are in the house.
So they will only control the disguise in that area.
And when he came to the ground, what he saw was a patch of shadow-like light spots walking on the street.
They moved forward little by little, in a funny way.
"so many people?"
He glanced around and counted eight people.
This is unreasonable.
"There should only be two or three..."
He squinted, realizing something was wrong.
"I'm missing something..."
He whispered: "Personnel...relationships." He narrowed his eyes: "Organization."
But this is illogical. A huge Extraordinary organization will definitely look down on such a loophole-filled promotion method, let alone today's public security.
His eyes were slightly bright, which was the silver light cast by the moonlight falling on his face. It was also the real light in his third eye.
He opened that eye, and the scene in his vertical eye became dim.
The whole world was silent, but a few faint lights like fireflies were extremely dazzling on the dark curtain.
One is slightly brighter - and two are identical.
He looked down at himself again, and the brightest light was only the same as the mask in his pocket.
"An E-class non-relic."
He closed his eyes, and when he opened them again, he appeared at the back of the group of people.
He held the man's shoulders, and held his nose and throat with both hands. He opened his eyes, and one-seventh of the densely packed, rash-like compound eyes on his vertical pupils exploded.
The result of all this was that the man in his arms trembled all over, with blood oozing from his ears and eyes, and lay in Chen Qing's arms.
The man wasn't dead, but... maybe close.
He didn't want to kill people, at least he didn't want to kill ordinary people randomly.
The disadvantages of doing so are obviously too great.
He opened his mouth and his fingertips were stained with blood on the other person's face.
"Guess what..."
