Watching Ma Xiaoling walking downstairs alone, Wan Qi sighed softly.
"It seems that it is really my illusion. How could this girl Ma Xiaoling be her?"
Wan Qi raised his head and looked up at the sky. At this moment, a bunch of fireworks suddenly unfolded in the sky, as if the night sky was decorated with countless stars.
Then one after another, fireworks appeared in the quiet night sky.
Under this bright light and shadow, Wan Qi seemed to see Xing Luo again, smiling at herself.
When Wan Qi returned to the office, the building was already deserted. It was the custom of the Special Bureau to give all employees a holiday from the first to the fifth day of the new year.
During these five days, the Bureau of Special Education will not take over any supernatural cases.
"Korsi, do you know? In fact, what I dislike the most is the Chinese New Year!
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Every Chinese New Year, everyone has a very clear destination!
Even Uncle Ying, an old zombie, returns to his hometown once every Chinese New Year!
Bi Laoyuan can still go to the Netherworld and chat with his scary friends!
I am the only one in this special investigation bureau, with no one to accompany me and no place I want to go!
But this year is very special, at least this year, I still have your company!"
Walking in the empty corridor of the Special Investigation Bureau, Wan Qi teased Kersi, who was lying on his shoulder and had been drunk by everyone, and murmured to himself with a smile.
"Master... Korsi has no home and no place he wants to go.
However, Kersi knows that now I have a master, and the place where the master is is Kersi’s home!”
Korsi, the little mouse with drunken eyes, didn't know whether he was responding to Wan Qi's words or the drunk words he said there.
But these words made Wan Qi feel a little warm in his heart.
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Yes! In fact, it’s not that I have no place to go, it’s just that since Liangjie took me in to the Bureau of Special Education.
From then on, Wan Qi regarded the Special Bureau as his home, which is why he said that every time during the Chinese New Year, he would feel lonely and confused.
That's because there used to be a woman who would accompany him every Chinese New Year. Like him, this woman didn't have a home, and she also regarded the Special Bureau as her home.
It was just 120 years ago that this woman left Wanqi and the Special Investigation Bureau.
For the sake of the 20 lonely children in the orphanage, he was forced to cause his own catastrophe and die together with that terrifying opponent.
When Wan Qi arrived, the place was already in ruins, and she only found an orchid earring on the ground that she had given her.
And Xingluo risked his own life to protect the 20 children who were unconscious in a protective barrier.
Since then, the office has never had hot pot once again. Every year during the Chinese New Year, Wan Qi is the only one who stays in the special investigation bureau.
It wasn't until the special team members returned to 6 people that Uncle Ying and Bi Laoyuan started the traditional culture of office hot pot again.
But every year, no one will accompany Wan Qi to spend the 5-day holiday in the New Year.
"Keersi, please accompany me to meet someone tomorrow morning!"
After sitting on the corridor and smoking a cigarette, Wan Qi gently flicked Korsi's little head and said.
"Yeah! Okay, Master!"
Korsi, who was already a little drowsy, answered Wan Qi vaguely, then continued to droop his head and began to sleep.
"Team leader! Happy New Year! I'm back! Did you miss me? Look, I brought you a lot of food!"
Early in the morning on the fifth day of the new year, the door of the special task force's office was kicked open by Ma Xiaoling carrying large and small bags.
Wan Qi, who was puffing away with Kersi, raised his head with squinted eyes.
Then a golden light lit up in his eyes, and he could keenly see that the bags Ma Xiaoling was holding contained his favorite snacks.
"Hahaha! Happy New Year! Come back as soon as you come back, why are you so polite!
Come on, come on, you must be exhausted with so many things!"
A teleporter appeared next to Ma Xiaoling, and Wan Qi quickly grabbed the bag of food into his own hands.
"Haha, I knew this was all you had in mind to eat!"
Wan Qi ignored the other bags in her hands, and Ma Xiaoling's mouth twitched as she walked back to her work station.
"By the way! Team leader, I bought you some new clothes, so you don't have to wear the uniforms issued by the bureau all the time!
If you keep going, you will really become a greasy uncle!"
After sitting back in her seat, Ma Xiaoling threw a plastic bag on the table to Wan Qi.
However, at this time, Wan Qi was staring at the big bag of food in a daze.
Among this large bag of food, there is a bag of 5-flavored sunflower seeds wrapped in oil paper.
This was exactly what Xingluo often bought for himself. The reason why Wan Qi was fascinated was because the packaging of this packet of sunflower seeds was exactly the same as what Xingluo had bought.
Moreover, the store is actually the same one. Ever since Xingluo's accident, Wan Qi has never eaten melon seeds, let alone melon seeds from this store.
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Now at first glance, it looked like a bag of melon seeds, and Wan Qi instantly fell into the memories of the past.
At that time, every time I discussed a case with Xingluo, I would eat melon seeds and exchange opinions with each other.
However, they only came back to their senses. When they saw the big bag of clothes on their table, his face was even more shocked.
How many years have passed, perhaps since Xingluo left, no one has really bought himself new clothes.
Especially during the New Year period, Wan Qi looked at Ma Xiaoling again, which made her look even more complicated.
"Team leader! Where's Sister Danako? She's not here yet!"
Perhaps because of the strange look in Wan Qi's eyes, Ma Xiaoling twisted her body awkwardly and found a topic.
"Danako! Someone has come from her hometown! They should be in the reception room now!"
After hearing Ma Xiaoling's question, I realized that something was wrong with my eyes, and awkwardly pointed in the direction of the reception room.