In the early morning, Song He came to the club early, changed his clothes and sat in the rest area, carefully experiencing the changes in his body.

Because constitution and physical strength are different, he focuses on the senses.

After feeling it for a while, Song He couldn't help but smile and nod. This physical enhancement made him smarter and sharper. At the same time, the enhancement of his internal organs also caused changes in various indicators of his body.

Today, his heartbeat is strong and his breathing is steady and long. The system has even adjusted the shape of his bones to make his body look more stretched and well-proportioned, not to mention the healthy feeling brought about by the strengthening of his organs.

It made him feel inexplicably comfortable.

"Now that you're done warming up, move faster!" Fang Ming's voice came from far away, standing next to Song He and urging: "Come on, come on, come on!"

"Song He, you are finally back. Quickly clean up this scourge for us!" Feng Zhihui came to him with Fang Ming.

Song He turned around, looked at it carefully for a moment, and said with a smile: "Have you decided? No more choices?"

Feng Zhihui was stunned for a moment, then understood what Song He meant, and said with an embarrassed smile: "It's settled, our personalities are suitable, our habits are similar, and the three key views are the same. If we settle down early, it will save both parents' worries."

"Okay, I'll prepare a big red envelope for you later." Song He stood up, looked at Fang Ming, and said maliciously: "We are almost done, you are the only one left."

"You have the nerve to say that it's almost the same. I haven't held hands until now." Fang Ming's contempt was extremely natural and precise.

"Huh?" Song He was not angry. After a moment's thought, he understood where Fang Ming knew the details. He laughed and said, "It's not enough that your aunt is talkative, is she also good at gossip?"

"That's why I never tell her my secrets." Fang Ming entered the iron cage proudly.

"If you have any secrets, you can tell with just two glances." Song He said with disdain and walked in.

Feng Zhihui couldn't help but laugh as he watched the two bickering and exchanging ideas.

The members who came later saw that the daily show was going on in advance, so they did not bother to change their clothes. One after another, they stood outside the iron cage, loudly encouraging Song He to take action against Fang Ming. Among them, a man with a mustache

He yelled the loudest, which made Song He think about it, and he was very curious about what Fang Ming had done to him.

At the same time, in a community in Nancheng District, a middle-aged man had just returned home from his night shift. After eating the breakfast prepared by his wife, he collapsed on the bed and fell asleep.

However, not long after he closed his eyes, his cell phone suddenly rang. He reached out to pick it up impatiently, but the other party hung up before he could press the connect button.

After muttering in a low voice, the man subconsciously glanced at the caller ID.

With just one glance, the fatigue and sleepiness he had accumulated from working all night disappeared in the blink of an eye, replaced by bone-chilling chills and indescribable terror.

"Old, wife, come on, come on."

When the man's voice came from the bedroom, the housewife's wife was in a daze on the sofa, with sadness on her face. After she heard her husband's voice, she calmed down and asked: "What's wrong?"

"Come on. My, my legs are weak and I can't stand up." The man responded incoherently.

When the woman walked into the bedroom, she saw her husband sitting on the edge of the bed with a pale face, sweat dripping from his forehead, and a frightened expression on his face. She quickly stepped forward and asked with concern: "What's going on? Are you having a nightmare?"

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"It's not a nightmare." The man swallowed, picked up the phone, opened the call history and handed it to his wife, saying in a harsh voice: "Your dad called."

"Huh?" The woman was stunned and took the phone with some confusion. She saw a conspicuous missed call on her husband's phone:

Father-in-law (not connected)!

"My dad's phone number?" the woman exclaimed, almost throwing the phone away.

"Keep your voice down, Lele is still sleeping." The man reminded softly.

The woman already had a worried and anxious expression on her face at this time. She quickly glanced in the direction of her son's bedroom, clutched her husband's cell phone tightly and said in confusion: "You said what my dad wanted to say when he called you? Is it there?"

Bian is having a bad life and wants us to burn something for him? Why doesn't he give me a beating?"

The man asked a series of questions and didn't know how to answer them. But looking at his wife's faintly red eyes, the man sighed helplessly: "It's all my fault, I was too slow."

"Mom and dad, what are you doing?"

A hoarse voice sounded, and then a haggard-looking junior high school girl appeared.

At this time, she was standing by the door of her parents' bedroom, looking at her anxious mother and bewildered father inexplicably, with question marks on her face.

The man sighed, but didn't know what to say. His daughter and her father-in-law had a very good relationship. Since her father-in-law was buried a few days ago, her daughter was overly sad and fell ill, and has been recuperating at home.

When the girl saw her father, she just sighed and said nothing. Then she looked at her mother and asked, "Mom, what's wrong?"

"Your grandpa called." The woman didn't think too much and said it directly. At the same time, she gave her husband a complaining look: "But your dad didn't answer."

"Huh? How is that possible?" The girl came to her mother, took the mobile phone from her mother, and was stunned: "It's really grandpa's call!"

"Husband, why don't we do another ritual for dad and see what dad wants."

"That's what I thought too. It's all my fault."

Before the couple finished speaking, the girl's hoarse voice sounded again:

"Hello, hello, I'll call the police."

No matter how strong his senses are, Song He is not clairvoyant and has good ears. He doesn't know what is happening in a community several kilometers away, but when he and Fang Ming finish their discussion and have just changed their clothes.

"I want a life in full bloom"

"Hello, Qin Yuan?"

"What do you want me to call the police for?"

"Are you afraid? Afraid of looking for Brother Kai."

"Did he really say that before he left?"

"Sure enough, he deceives everyone he knows."

"You come and pick me up."

After hanging up the phone, Song He was dumbfounded: "You are a policeman and you are still afraid of ghosts?"

Ten minutes later, Qin Yuan, who looked worried, welcomed Song He into the police car, and then showed a relieved expression.

"Xiao Qin, you are a police officer, it's not good to look like this." Song He laughed, but he understood.

After all, Qin Yuan was admitted to the police station by a non-military major, and he was a civilian. He used to work in an office. The first time he went to the police station was when he and Song He went to the airport to arrest people. He had very little experience in this area. In addition, he has a kind and honest personality.

, and there are always old police officers who tease him by saying scary things, which causes him to get stage fright when encountering special situations.

"Consultant Song, you don't know, this situation is too scary." Qin Yuan said with a bitter face: "And Team Zhou said that he would come to you if he encounters problems that are difficult to solve."

"Brother Kai's evildoing has spread to me." Song He smiled and shook his head, secretly wrote it down in the notebook in his heart, and asked casually: "What about Brother Xiao Hai?"

"Deputy Director Sun said Team Zhou was right." Qin Yuan glanced at Song He secretly after he finished speaking, but he didn't know that Song He was once again writing and drawing in the small notebook in his heart.

Soon, Qin Yuan arrived at the address provided by the caller. After confirming that he was not mistaken, he raised his hand and pressed the doorbell.

After a while, the door opened, and a man with a tired face ushered the two into the house and told them the whole story.

Song He looked around while listening and saw a mother and daughter sitting next to the man, whispering something from time to time.

After a while, the man explained clearly what happened, but Qin Yuan felt a little uneasy and looked at Song He beside him.

Seeing this, Song He reassured him and asked, "You're not the one who reported the crime, right?"

"Huh?" The man was stunned for a moment, glanced at his daughter and said, "Yes, it was my daughter who reported the case."

Song He looked at the girl and saw that she was looking at him curiously, so he praised her gently: "The little girl is good, she is very decisive in doing things."

"Officer, what do you mean?" The man felt that Song He's words seemed to have a subtext.

"I'm not a police officer, I'm a case consultant at the Nancheng District Police Station." Song He corrected the man's title and asked: "Is there a mobile phone among the old man's burial objects?"

The man quickly replied: "Yes. Not only are there mobile phones, but there are also some books and handheld items that my father-in-law likes."

"Where is the cemetery?" The second time was that Song He had figured out the whole story, and a new task to be collected appeared in the system in due course:
Chapter completed!