Last night, the forbidden area was clearly solved, but the black air above Xu Qian's forehead still failed to dissipate.
Could it be that Xu Qian will encounter any other dangers?
Even more dangerous than yesterday's forbidden area?
Thinking of this, Zhang Qingfeng's face darkened.
Seeing his look, Xu Qian thought he didn't like the scarf, so she hurriedly said: "This scarf is not knitted very well. I have just learned to knit it, and the green color is quite nice..."
"If you don't like it, just throw it in the trash can."
"I quite, really like it." Zhang Qingfeng came back to his senses, hurriedly put the green scarf away, and said, "I was thinking about something just now."
"Then I'll go back to the dormitory first. By the way, my father asked me to tell you not to tell anyone about what happened last night." Xu Qian lowered her voice a bit and said, "Especially you can't post this on the Internet.
information."
"Otherwise, people from the investigation team may come to your door, and you will be in trouble."
Zhang Qingfeng nodded slightly, indicating that he understood, and said: "Don't worry about me. You have been paying more attention to safety recently. If you feel something is wrong or dangerous, remember to call me immediately."
Xu Qian rolled her eyes at Zhang Qingfeng and said, "You have forgotten that my father is a policeman. If you are in danger, you should tell my father. Don't worry about me. Okay, I will go back to the dormitory to read."
Looking at Xu Qian's leaving figure, Zhang Qingfeng's heart sank. What kind of danger will Xu Qian encounter in the future?
If she is really in danger, can he save her?
Thinking of this, Zhang Qingfeng took a deep breath.
The next day, although Zhang Qingfeng also went to class, he was a little listless and could not understand a word of the lessons in class.
Before, Zhang Qingfeng's life plan was very simple: study hard and make progress every day.
After graduation, I will try to get into a good company and find a good wife...
But now, his life plan has been completely disrupted.
On Saturday morning, Zhang Qingfeng received a call from Yang Mu early and asked him to wait at the school gate.
After changing his clothes, he quickly came to the school gate and waited. It was very lively, with busy traffic and people coming and going.
Zhang Qingfeng bought some soy milk and fried dough sticks and was squatting on the roadside eating them when a black car stopped in front of him.
Yang Mu rolled down the window: "Get in the car."
As soon as he got in the car and sat down, Yang Mu yawned. He was obviously not awake yet, and he still smelled of alcohol. He must have been hungover again yesterday.
After he finished yawning, he said: "We are on duty today, and the task leader will notify us. Now we can walk around outside or go back to the company to rest."
He glanced at Zhang Qingfeng, who was devouring breakfast: "Besides."
"You just bought breakfast for yourself?"
When Zhang Qingfeng heard this, the soy milk he was sucking felt no longer sweet and he was a little embarrassed.
"Brother Yang, shall I buy you one?"
"Forget it, I'm not too hungry." After Yang Mu finished speaking, he drove away from here.
"Brother Yang, you said the day before yesterday that there is a way to quickly improve your strength?" Zhang Qingfeng asked after eating soy milk and fried dough sticks.
Yang Mu opened the vehicle's storage compartment and took out something wrapped in yellow kraft paper: "See for yourself."
Zhang Qingfeng opened it and saw a pistol inside...
Yang Mu said: "This pistol and bullets are engraved with secret spells. They can cause a certain amount of damage to ordinary ghosts and demons. You can use them for self-defense."
Zhang Qingfeng has never seen a real firearm. How can a man not be curious about guns? Just as he was about to reach out and touch it, Yang Mu raised his hand and opened Zhang Qingfeng's hand: "This is mine. If you want it, go back and find Hu by yourself."
Boss, apply for approval."
"In addition, you can apply for a weapon, whether it's a sword, a gun, a stick, an ax or a hook, it depends on what you use it with."
"Boss Hu asked me to ask you what you want."
Zhang Qingfeng thought for a moment: "Sword."
It's not that Zhang Qingfeng knows how to use a sword, but in a big city like Nanwu City, he can't run around with a spear every day.
It is more convenient to use a sword.
"Brother Yang, that tester before tested me with a value of 749. What was that?" Zhang Qingfeng asked.
"Spiritual power value, of course, is just the internal name of our organization. Other forces can call it magic power." Yang Mu drove the car and said: "According to the regulations of our organization, anyone with a spiritual power value of one thousand is considered unqualified."
"With a spiritual power of one thousand, he is called a first-level investigator."
"Two thousand spiritual power points, two levels of investigators, and so on."
"The highest level is the ninth-level investigator, which needs to be more than nine thousand."
Zhang Qingfeng thought for a moment and couldn't help but ask: "What about level nine investigators and above?"
"Never seen it." Yang Mu shook his head.
Zhang Qingfeng couldn't help but ask: "After three months of cultivation, I have reached a spiritual power value of more than 700. If I practice for three years, wouldn't it be more than 7,000?"
"You kid, you have a good idea. The further you go, the harder it is to increase your spiritual power. I heard that there will be bottlenecks when you reach level seven or above." Yang Mu couldn't help laughing and said, "Boss Hu, practice.
After all these years, I have only been a Level 5 investigator, and I am one of the few Level 4 investigators in our district investigation team."
"However, a person's strength cannot be judged entirely based on the amount of spiritual power in his body. There are many factors involved in fighting such as skills and combat experience."
Later, Zhang Qingfeng asked some more questions, and Yang Mu answered them truthfully.
Soon the two came to Lisheng Cleaning Company.
Yang Mu took him to a rather large lounge on the second floor, which was fully equipped with all kinds of equipment.
Computers, billiards, arcades, karaoke, and many other entertainment items.
"Just wait here." Yang Mu lay down on a sofa, yawned, and said, "The rule about not drinking on duty really needs to be changed."
Zhang Qingfeng sat on the sofa and looked at the bookcase on the side. There were many physical exercises, cultivation methods, and even some color magazines on it.
Of course, Zhang Qingfeng has no interest in these color magazines. The exercises on this bookshelf are priceless treasures.
Yang Mu, who was lying on the sofa, warned: "Don't look blindly. You have cultivated so much spiritual power in a short period of time. Your skills should be good. These things are not very popular. They are just here for reference."
effect."
"Your willpower is not strong enough. After careful observation, you become obsessed with it."
After hearing Yang Mu's words, Zhang Qingfeng was shocked and moved his eyes back to those color magazines.
Time passed little by little, and the sky outside gradually became darker. Listening to the ticking alarm clock on the wall, Zhang Qingfeng couldn't help but yawn.
You have to wait until dawn.
On the school side, Zhang Qingfeng is not worried. There are countless incidents of students going out to surf the Internet all night long, and the school doesn't care much about it on Saturdays.
As for Yang Mu, he had already fallen asleep on the sofa.
Zhang Qingfeng stood up and prepared to make a cup of coffee. Soon, Yang Mu's phone rang.
Yang Mu, who was already asleep, sat up instantly and answered the phone.
"Yes." Yang Mu nodded repeatedly, lit a cigarette, took a puff, and said to Zhang Qingfeng: "Let's go, boy, we have a mission."