In the study room, Zhang Yuanqing glanced at the portrait hanging on the wall, then at Fu Qingyang who was sitting upright, and said with emotion:
"The painting is a good painting, what a pity!"
Fu Qingyang, who was about to ask questions, was stunned when he heard this: "What do you mean by this?"
Zhang Yuanqing said sincerely: "No matter how skilled the painter is, he can't copy one thousandth of the centurion's charm and handsomeness, so it's a pity."
Fu Qingyang looked at him for a few times and said calmly: "Let's get down to business, don't waste time on these meaningless words."
But Zhang Yuanqing could tell from the subtle expression on the other person's face that he was actually very useful.
When he first came in, Fu Qingyang's brows were slightly furrowed and he was worried, but now his brows are relaxed and his face is much softer.
Zhang Yuanqing pulled up a high-backed chair and sat down, looking at the aloof young man at the desk, and asked:
"How long will it take for the elders to make a decision on how to deal with Xiahouchi?"
"I can't give you an answer," Fu Qingyang shook his head and quickly explained:
"Xiahouchi can't run away, but he is a direct descendant of the Xiahou family. Before dealing with him, we must discuss with the Xiahou family. Killing him without telling him will affect the relationship between the two forces and even cause conflict."
This is where your butt determines your thinking. Zhang Yuanqing nodded to express his understanding.
Elders think about problems from a different perspective than those at the grassroots level. Problems arise only if they are the same.
"Then what is the centurion going to do next to investigate?"
Fu Qingyang glanced at him and said nothing.
It seems that there is no good way. Indeed, it is too difficult to find the high level hidden by Yixin. It takes time. Zhang Yuanqing immediately said:
"Centurion, I remember the night when we killed Hengxing Wuji, we discussed Hei Wuchang's motive for lurking in Songhai. It was because there was something wrong with the Fallen Holy Grail, so Hei Wuchang secretly contacted Dark Night Rose and met with him in Songhai.
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Fu Qingyang nodded slightly.
Zhang Yuanqing continued:
"After get off work yesterday, I thought for a long time about why Dark Night Rose helped Hei Wuchang? What benefits could they get."
Fu Qingyang's eyes narrowed.
Zhang Yuanqing continued, minding his own business: "We have analyzed that the problem of the Fallen Holy Grail originated from the Demon Lord, and the Demon Lord is the Night Wandering God. He must have used some means to cause problems with the Fallen Holy Grail, but my knowledge is shallow.
I can't think of anything that can affect the rules-based item called the Fallen Holy Grail."
He didn't point out that it was the ability in the field of divine power of the sun. That would be too deliberate. With Fu Qingyang's knowledge, just a quick glance would be enough.
Fu Qingyang pondered for a few seconds, his eyes getting brighter and brighter:
"The only items that can deal with the Fallen Holy Grail are items of the same level. I understand the Demon Lord's method of checking and balancing the Fallen Holy Grail."
He glanced at Zhang Yuanqing and said:
"It is the divine power of the sun. High-level night wandering gods can use it to control the power of the sun. As for whether the demon king uses props or related items, I need to check the database and, if necessary, apply for permission from the Taiyi Sect.
"Dark Night Rose probably wants to get it. Although this won't allow us to directly find Hei Wuchang, the more information we learn, the more breakthroughs will appear."
The aloof young master showed a smile and praised: "Your idea is very good. I was right. If you are a scout, you will definitely be outstanding."
Forget it, what's the point of taking it seriously? Zhang Yuanqing dared to tease him like this in front of Li Dongze, but he didn't dare to insult the scout in front of Fu Qingyang, and said regretfully: "Yeah, yeah."
After leaving the villa, Zhang Yuanqing dialed Wang Qian.
"What are your orders?" Wang Qian said respectfully.
Are you contacting me too frequently?
"Please help me tell the Master of the Killing Suppression Palace that Xia Houxin has been silenced. In addition, I asked her to investigate the matter. I hope she can hurry up. Time is very tight." Zhang Yuanqing said solemnly.
Wang Qian stopped and was stunned.
On the one hand, they were surprised that Xiahou Xin was silenced, and by whom?
On the other hand, it was Yuanshi Tianzun's urging tone, asking her to investigate the matter quickly. Those who didn't know better thought that the palace master was his informant.
The palace owner shouldn’t be this guy’s informant, right?!
"Okay, okay!" Wang Qian hung up the phone with a confused look on his face.
Next, we went to the Wuhen Hotel to find information about the evil profession there. Zhang Yuanqing left the villa community, wandered on the roadside for a long time, and stopped a taxi.
After negotiating the price, he took a taxi and headed to Jinshan City in the north.
An hour later, Zhang Yuanqing, wearing a cap and mask, walked into the lobby of Wuhen Hotel.
The woman at the front desk glanced at him, examined him briefly, recognized Zhang Yuanqing, frowned and said, "What are you doing here again?"
She was still dressed as when we first met, a white shirt paired with a burgundy suit, a standard hotel waiter uniform.
Her facial features are bright and majestic, her eyes are round and charming, and her breasts are high, full of the charm of a mature woman.
It's just that his expression is cold, making it difficult for people to get close to him.
Zhang Yuanqing, who knew that the other party was not a cruel person, smiled and said:
"Don't be so wary. I want to make friends with auntie. More friends means more paths."
The gorgeous woman narrowed her eyes and sneered:
"If you want to pick me up, you will die miserably. If you have plans against the group behind me, you will die even more miserably.
"Go back, this is not the place you should be."
No, why do you think I want to pick you up? Does the eagle eat the chick? Zhang Yuanqing complained in his heart, and he gave full play to his social skills:
"Don't talk so eloquently. Everyone needs friends, and they must be good at making friends, so that the road will become wider and wider. He became a father that day and made friends with me. Only then can you know his last words.
"
The gorgeous woman stared at him for a few seconds and said coldly:
"Tell me your purpose."
Zhang Yuanqing immediately said: "Have you ever heard of Hei Wuchang? The authorities are searching for him recently. Do you have any news about him?"
The gorgeous woman mocked: "Do you think I can find out the whereabouts of Hei Wuchang for you just sitting in the hotel?"
She pondered for a few seconds and then said: "I can help you go to the black market and inquire about it."
Seeing Zhang Yuanqing's confused look, she explained with a "heh":
"It's not the kind of black market that you officially allow, it's the black market that only evil professions know about. After all, even scum full of evildoers still need to trade.
"But I have to charge labor fees, risk allowance fees, and mental loss fees."
I can understand the labor fee and risk subsidy fee. What is the mental damage fee? Zhang Yuanqing said: "Mental damage fee?"
The woman curled her lips and said confidently: "Every time I see those ugly and disgusting guys, I feel like I have been raped a hundred times by men."
Well, you are so self-deprecating, what else can I say? Zhang Yuanqing couldn't find a reason to bargain for a while, so he had to ask:
"Just tell me how much it is."
"Fifty thousand!" the woman said calmly: "No matter whether the information is obtained or not, there will be no refund."
Fifty thousand, if it were me in the past, I could only take off my clothes and lie on the bed and say, Auntie, I am yours tonight. But to me now, this is just a small amount of money. Zhang Yuanqing said:
"To close the deal, my only requirement is that it be done quickly. The sooner the better."
With that said, he took out his mobile phone: "Exchange contact information, what do you call aunt?"
The woman said: "Xiaoyuan."
"Good name"
After leaving Wuhen Hotel, Zhang Yuanqing walked along the road in the direction of Songhai, planning to walk some distance before taking a taxi.
The infrastructure in Jinshan City is far behind Songhai, especially in the outskirts here, where large trucks often drive, so there are cracks and slopes on the roadside.
"Ding dong~"
The phone in his pocket vibrated. Zhang Yuanqing stopped on the side of the road and took out his phone to check.
An unread message:
[Have you ever heard of the legend of the murderous woman in white? It is said that she is an evil spirit that wanders in dreams. Her image is that she is wearing dirty white clothes, with disheveled hair, and holding a kitchen knife in her hand. Her body
It is made up of different people's limbs. Her face is facing behind her and she always walks backwards.
[The murderous woman in white wanders in late night dreams, looking for the target to kill. When she decides who to kill, she will knock on the other person's door at midnight, and then kill the target.
[Those who receive this message, please forward it to the next person before midnight, otherwise the murderous woman in white will come to you.]
"What age is this, and there is still this kind of junk information that will be fucked if it is not forwarded?"
Zhang Yuanqing suddenly recalled the prank messages that were often popular in a certain chat software group when he was in middle school. They were in this format.
At this time, a taxi came.
He put his cell phone back in his pocket and reached out to stop the taxi. Hearing that it was going to Songhai, the driver readily agreed.
Zhang Yuanqing returned to Songhai at 11 noon.
He originally planned to find a restaurant on the street to meet his food and clothing needs, but suddenly it occurred to him that in order to improve employee welfare, Mr. Fujihara increased the lunch fund for each person by ten yuan.
Originally it was thirty yuan per meal.
For forty yuan, you can have a very good lunch.
Immediately ask the driver to divert to the Kangyang District Public Security Department.
Stepping into the door of the glass building, in the leisure area on the left, Guan Ya, Teng Yuan and Jiang Jingwei were sitting around the glass round table having a meal.
Guan Ya eats elegantly, chews slowly, and her red mouth is glossy, which makes her very attractive.
Fujihara was eating with an expressionless face, his eyes were slightly dull, and he lacked enthusiasm for life and food.
Jiang Jingwei is different. He devours food voraciously and can compete with a yellow-haired monkey.
This girl is obviously very beautiful, but she is a fire master. Zhang Yuanqing sighed, ordered the civilian staff to prepare lunch for him, and then walked towards his teammates with a smile on his face and said:
"Haha, I came just in time."
Guan Ya swallowed the food carefully, looked at Zhang Yuanqing who was coming, and asked:
"You've been a little lazy these days."
This is called the upper beam being out of alignment and the lower beam being crooked, ah no, it’s responding to the leader’s call! Zhang Yuanqing sat down next to Lao Si Ji and said:
"I'm not lazy today, I'm on a business trip."
"Huh?" Guan Ya expressed her doubts with a nasal voice.
Zhang Yuanqing explained: "I found a thirty-year-old aunt, gave her a sum of money, and did some things."
Guan Ya was stunned for a moment, then smiled and said: "You have good taste. An aunt in her thirties can teach you many postures."
"If I have the chance, I would also like to learn knowledge from Sister Guan Ya." Zhang Yuanqing said, seeing a red schoolbag at Jiang Jingwei's feet, and asked:
"Jingwei, aren't you going to school anymore?"
Jiang Jingwei then raised his head and was surprised: "Why are you here?"
Vulgar fire master! Zhang Yuanqing repeated the question again.
"Oh, my dad said that work should not delay my studies, so he asked me to bring my homework to the work unit to study. It just so happened that Sister Guanya and Fujiyuan Shichang could teach me how to write my homework." The red-haired girl said cheerfully.
Guan Ya's face darkened.
Fujihara's expression seemed even more world-weary.
Teach you how to do your homework? Zhang Yuanqing looked at his two colleagues with pity.
Teng Yuanjiuchang pushed up the glasses on the bridge of his nose and said:
"Yuanshi, you should be a college student. I think you can teach Jingwei how to do homework. After all, Guan Ya and I have been away from school for many years and are rusty in our studies."
"It doesn't matter. I went to Pheasant University and was a terrible student." Zhang Yuanqing declined and quickly changed the subject, saying:
"What, I can see that you don't seem to like working very much?"
Teng Yuan was silent for a moment and said slowly:
"I realized a long time ago that the world is full of oppression. High taxes are oppression by the government, and high-intensity work is oppression by capital. When I was studying when I was young, my head was hanging from my head and my buttocks were stabbed, and I didn't dare to rest for a moment.
Like a dog.
"After entering society, we have to face exploitation and oppression from all sides, and we live like a donkey. Why do we have to live so tiringly in just a hundred years?
"I can't change others, but I can change myself."
It looks so philosophical, no, no, it seems to be just lying down. Zhang Yuanqing was stunned for a moment after hearing this.
Teng Yuan sighed deeply: "After I became a disciple, I discovered that the spiritual realm is also bullshit."
Zhang Yuanqing could only maintain an awkward but polite smile.
After dinner, Zhang Yuanqing returned to the bedroom and closed the curtains.
He sat at his desk and thought:
"The Palace Master of Killing Stop hasn't replied to me yet. It stands to reason that she tortured Xiahou Tianwen for a lot of information, which are clues to trace Dark Night Rose. Well, Dark Night Rose herself knows this, the Palace Master said
, she wants to be on guard against the leader of Dark Night Rose coming to her door
"Aunt Xiao Yuan has taken my money and will probably do a good job. I hope she will have clues there. Xiao Doubi, please don't steal my aunt's underwear for me tomorrow. One piece is enough."
"Snapped!"
He turned off the light and went to sleep.
I don't know how long it took, but Zhang Yuanqing was awakened by a long-lost headache. Chaotic images flashed through his mind quickly, and his ears were filled with meaningless noises.
Many of these scenes are memory fragments accumulated by Wen Ling after becoming the Night Traveling God.
Since becoming a doctor, as his physique has improved, he has gradually said goodbye to the headaches, so much so that he forgot to take medicine on time.
Zhang Yuanqing endured the pain like a cracked skull, opened the drawer of the bedside table, took out a small medicine bottle, poured out five or six blue pills, and swallowed them whole.
Then he threw himself on the bed and waited for the headache to pass.
"Boom!"
At this time, he heard a knock on the door.
Who is knocking on the door at night, Jiang Yu'er? Zhang Yuanqing endured the labor pain and sat up, glanced at the electronic alarm clock on the bedside table, the time showed: 00:00
Twelve o'clock midnight.
PS: I’m out, 4,000 words, not bad. I’ve had diarrhea and vomiting today, which made me a little weak. I’m going to sleep, and I’m asking for my monthly ticket.
