When Sanqing heard this, a bad feeling came over him. He looked at Tie Fangqiu and smiled with great sincerity: "Okay, it's a great honor for me to be able to treat Miss Moran to dinner!"

"Okay! That's it! I'll decide the time and place!" Moran also smiled sincerely.

After saying that, he pushed Tie Fangqiu away, shouting his disagreement, and their voices filled the entire corridor.

After Sanqing watched the two people leave, his expression became solemn. Due to his professional sensitivity, this Molan must know something, but now there are two barriers, Mo Yaowen and Tie Fangqiu, making it difficult for him to break through.

Obviously, Moran's line can only be put on hold temporarily.

Thinking of this, two police officers walked in hesitantly, with pale faces: "Thank you, section chief!"

"Thank you? Thank me for saving you?" Sanqing's face suddenly turned gloomy: "Why didn't you do a background check before arresting people in the second district? Do you know who lives in the second district? Serious cases

No matter how powerful you are, you still have to worry about it. Even if there is a problem with Moran, aren't you just making a fuss and alerting the enemy?"

The two police officers remained silent.

Sanqing suddenly thought that if it weren't for Tie Fangqiu's appearance, he might not have known that Mo Lan had such a complicated background. Who would have thought that the daughter of a dignified national master would be a reporter, let alone the fact that they had such a complicated background in such a short period of time.

It was difficult to find out, so he calmed down and asked the injured police officer: "How do you know Moran?"

The injured police officer said sternly: "Miss Moran...is a reporter on the surface, but she is also a writer and is very famous."

"writer

"Very famous?" Sanqing asked curiously.

"Yes, her most famous novel is called "Love is the Hell of Death"!"

"Love is the hell of death?" Sanqing muttered thoughtfully.

"Yes, it's a... a love story..." The injured police officer's voice suddenly dropped again.

"Love is a hell of death...a love story..." Sanqing glanced at him with disdain. It was not strange for a female reporter to write a novel about love and love. What was strange was that the title of the book was a bit desperate. He suddenly felt that there was something in the living room.

The air was a bit dull, so he walked to the window, opened it and a gust of wind blew in, which immediately refreshed him a lot. He looked downstairs and found Moran standing downstairs and waving to him exaggeratedly. From a distance.

Yes, Mo Lan opened his mouth and shouted something silently at him. San Qing didn't see anything, and he didn't have any interest. He looked at it coldly and thought to himself: Love is a hell of death, then

Do you want love or do you long for hell?

He closed the window in disgust and said to them: "From today on, I need to know Miss Moran's movements around the clock, and remember not to alert others." He paused, looked at the injured police officer and said: "Go and get it for me.

Get a copy of Love Is a Hell of Death."

Sanqing sat down after saying that. He had not slept all night and was tortured by Tie Fangqiu and the two. He suddenly felt a little tired: "When Shang Zhongcheng comes back, let him come to me directly."

"Yes!" The two police officers were agreeing when the door was pushed open again and a man in a black suit walked in, moving steadily and neatly.

Sanqing's eyelids suddenly twitched, and he adjusted his collar subconsciously.

The man in a black suit came forward and bowed to Sanqing with a 90-degree bow: "Chief Sanqing, the king wants to see you."

I was finally summoned. Sanqing tried his best to stay calm. Ever since Ye Shuang broke into the police station alone and took Fan Xiyuan away, he had never been summoned by Wang again: "When?"

"Chief Sanqing, please wait at the police station tomorrow."

"Okay!" Sanqing nodded, and the man in black suit bowed and left on his own. The two police officers also left quickly.

Sanqing sat on the sofa and glanced out the window, feeling vaguely uneasy. Although the incident in District 7 ended with Sima Yao being demoted, it was obviously abnormal for him to be missing for several days without any accountability.

And Wang's sudden summons at this time must obviously be related to the recent frequent mutant incidents. For Wang, this will never be something he really cares about.

Fan Xiyuan, the legendary Yaksha King. This is what he wants.

What am I thinking? He once again realized that he had thoughts of blasphemy against the king. He clenched his teeth tightly, sweating heavily. It seemed that a certain nerve in his brain was suddenly tightened.

, the indescribable sense of isolation was like an iron plate across his brain, splitting it in two, making him suddenly unable to breathe. His hands no longer obeyed his control, and they shook as if he had Parkinson's disease. He tried to untie it.

The buttons on his collar let out a breath, and as soon as he moved, he slipped from the sofa and fell to the floor. His eyes widened and his pupils began to dilate.
Chapter completed!