In the study, Zhang Yuanqing glanced at the portrait hanging on the wall, then at Fu Qingyang who was sitting upright, and said with emotion:
"It's a good painting, but it's a pity!"
Fu Qingyang, who was about to ask a question, was stunned when he heard it: "What do you mean?"
Zhang Yuanqing said sincerely: "No matter how good the painter is, he can't copy one thousandth of the centurion's spirit and handsomeness, so it's a pity."
Fu Qingyang looked at him for a few times and said lightly: "Let's talk about business, don't waste time on these meaningless words."
But Zhang Yuanqing saw from the other party's subtle expression that he actually enjoyed it.
When he first came in, Fu Qingyang's brows were slightly locked, and he was worried, but now his brows were relaxed and his face was much softer.
Zhang Yuanqing pulled a high-back chair and sat down, looking at the aloof young man beside the desk, and asked:
"How long will it take for the elders to make a decision to deal with Xiahou Chi?"
"I can't give you an answer," Fu Qingyang shook his head and explained immediately:
"Xiahou Chi 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 without warning will affect the relationship between the two forces and even cause conflict."
This is the thinking determined by the butt. Zhang Yuanqing nodded to show his understanding.
The elders think about problems from a different perspective than the grassroots staff. There is a problem only when they are the same.
"What is the centurion going to do next?"
Fu Qingyang glanced at him and said nothing.
It seems that there is no good way. Indeed, it is too difficult to find a high-level spiritual realm walker who is hiding. It takes time. Zhang Yuanqing immediately said:
"Centurion, I remember that on the night when Hengxing Wuji was killed, we discussed the motive of Hei Wuchang lurking in Songhai. It was because there was a problem with the Fallen Holy Grail, so Hei Wuchang secretly contacted Dark Night Rose and met with the other party in Songhai."
Fu Qingyang nodded slightly.
Zhang Yuanqing continued:
"After get off work yesterday, I thought for a long time why Dark Night Rose wanted to help Hei Wuchang? What benefits can they get."
Fu Qingyang's eyes condensed.
Zhang Yuanqing continued to talk to himself: "We have analyzed that the problem of the Fallen Holy Grail originated from the Demon Lord, and the Demon Lord is a Night Wanderer. He must have used some means to cause the Fallen Holy Grail to have problems, but I am not knowledgeable enough to think of anything that can affect the rule-based prop of the Fallen Holy Grail."
He did not point out that it was the ability of the Sun's Divine Power, which was too deliberate. With Fu Qingyang's knowledge, it would be enough to just touch on it.
Fu Qingyang pondered for a few seconds, and his eyes became brighter and brighter:
"The only thing that can deal with the Fallen Holy Grail is an item of the same level. I understand the means by which the Demon Lord checks and balances the Fallen Holy Grail."
He glanced at Zhang Yuanqing and explained:
"It is the Sun's Divine Power. High-level Night Wanderers can use and control the power of the sun. As for whether the Demon Lord used a prop or a related item, I need to check the database and, if necessary, apply for permission from Taiyi Sect.
"Dark Night Rose should want to get it. Although this cannot allow us to find Hei Wuchang directly, the more information we know, the more breakthroughs will appear. "
The arrogant young man smiled and praised: "Your idea is very good. I really didn't make a mistake. If you are a scout, you will definitely be very outstanding."
Forget it. What's the good of being a real eye? Zhang Yuanqing dared to tease in front of Li Dongze, but didn't dare to insult the scout in front of Fu Qingyang. He said regretfully: "Yes, yes."
After leaving the villa, Zhang Yuanqing called Wang Qian.
"What do you want?" Wang Qian said respectfully.
Are you contacting me too often?
"Please tell the Palace Master of Stop Killing that Xiahou Xin was silenced. In addition, I hope she can hurry up with the things I asked her to investigate. Time is very tight. "Zhang Yuanqing said in a deep voice.
Wang Qian stopped listening and was stunned.
On the one hand, he was surprised that Xiahou Xin was silenced. Who silenced him?
On the other hand, it was Yuanshi Tianzun's urging tone, asking her to investigate things quickly. Those who don't know would think that the palace master is his informant.
The palace master should not be the informant of this kid, right?!
"Okay, okay!" Wang Qian hung up the phone with a confused look on his face.
Next, go to Wuhen Hotel and find the evil profession there to get information. 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 to Jinshan City in the north.
An hour later, Zhang Yuanqing, wearing a baseball cap and a mask, walked into the lobby of Wuhen Hotel.
The woman at the front desk looked at him, examined him slightly, recognized Zhang Yuanqing, and frowned, saying, "What are you doing here again. "
She was still dressed the same as when we first met, a white shirt with a burgundy suit, a standard hotel waitress uniform.
Her facial features were bright and generous, her eyes were round and charming, her chest was tall, and she was full of the charm of a mature woman.
But her expression was cold, making it difficult for people to approach her.
Zhang Yuanqing, knowing that the other party was not a cruel person, smiled and said:
"Don't be so wary, I want to make friends with my aunt, more friends, more ways."
The gorgeous woman narrowed her eyes and sneered:
"If you want to pick me up, you will die miserably. If you have any plans for the group behind me, you will die even more miserably.
"Go back, this is not the place you should come to."
No, why do you think I want to pick you up? Eagles eat chicks? Zhang Yuanqing complained in his heart, and he made full use of his social skills:
"Don't be so confident. People need friends and should be good at making friends. Only in this way can the road become wider and wider. I made friends with my father that day, so that you can know his last words."
The beautiful woman stared at him for a few seconds and said coldly:
"Tell me your purpose."
Zhang Yuanqing immediately said: "Have you heard of Hei Wuchang? The authorities are searching for him recently. Do you have any news about him?"
The beautiful woman sneered: "Do you think I can find out the whereabouts of Hei Wuchang for you while sitting in the hotel?"
She pondered for a few seconds and said: "I can help you inquire in the black market."
Seeing Zhang Yuanqing's confused face, she explained:
"It's not the black market allowed by your official, but the black market known only to evil professions. After all, even scum who has committed many evil deeds needs to trade.
"But I want to charge labor fees, risk subsidy fees, and mental damage fees. "
I can understand labor fees and risk subsidies, but what is mental damage compensation? Zhang Yuanqing asked, "Mental damage compensation?"
The woman curled her lips and said confidently, "Every time I see those ugly and disgusting guys, I feel like I have been raped by men a hundred times."
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 indifferently, "No refund will be made regardless of whether the information is obtained or not."
Fifty thousand, if it were me in the past, I could only strip myself naked and lie on the bed and say, Auntie, I am yours tonight. But for me now, this is just a small amount of money. Zhang Yuanqing said, "Deal, my only requirement is fast, the faster the better."
As he said that, he took out his mobile phone: "Exchange contact information, what is your name, Auntie?"
The woman said, "Xiao Yuan. "
"Good name"
Leaving Wuhen Hotel, Zhang Yuanqing walked along the road towards Songhai, intending to walk a distance before taking a taxi.
Jinshan City's infrastructure is far worse than Songhai, especially in the suburbs, where large trucks often drive by, so the roadside is cracked and tilted.
"Ding Dong~"
The phone in his pocket vibrated, and Zhang Yuanqing stopped by the roadside and took out his phone to check.
An unread message:
[Have you heard of the legend of the murderous woman in white? It is said that she is an evil spirit wandering in dreams. Her image is that she wears dirty white clothes, has disheveled hair, and holds a kitchen knife in her hand. Her body is made up of limbs of different people, her front face is facing the back, and she always walks backwards
[The murderous woman in white wanders in dreams late at night, looking for a target to kill. When she decides who to kill, she will knock on the other person's door at midnight and 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 looking for you. ]
"What era is this? There are still such rubbish messages that will make you mad if you don't forward them? "
Zhang Yuanqing suddenly recalled that when he was in middle school, there was a prank message that was popular in a chat software group. It was in this format.
At this time, a taxi drove up.
He put his phone back in his pocket and reached out to stop a taxi. When he heard that it was 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 solve the problem of food and clothing, but suddenly remembered that in order to improve the welfare of employees, the head of the Teng Yuan team increased the lunch budget for each person by 10 yuan.
Originally, it was 30 yuan per meal.
40 yuan, you can have a very good lunch.
Immediately asked the driver to change the route to Kangyang District Security Bureau.
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 a glass round table to eat.
Guan Ya ate elegantly, chewing slowly, and her red and bright mouth was covered with oil, which was very tempting.
Shizhang Tengyuan ate expressionlessly, his eyes were a little dull, and he lacked enthusiasm for life and food.
Jiang Jingwei was different. He ate voraciously, and his eating manners could compete with the yellow-haired monkey.
This girl is obviously very beautiful, but unfortunately 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, saying:
"Haha, I came at the right time."
Guan Ya swallowed the food carefully, looked at Zhang Yuanqing who was walking over, and asked:
"You have been a little lazy these days."
This is called the upper beam is not straight, and the lower beam is crooked. No, it is to respond to the call of the leader! Zhang Yuanqing sat down next to the old driver and said:
"I am not lazy today. I went on a business trip."
"Huh?" Guan Ya expressed her doubts with a nasal sound.
Zhang Yuanqing explained: "I found a 30-year-old aunt, gave her some money, and did some things. "
Guan Ya was stunned, then smiled and said: "You have a good eye. An aunt in her thirties can teach you many postures."
"If there is a chance, I also want to learn knowledge from Sister Guan Ya." Zhang Yuanqing said, seeing a red schoolbag at Jiang Jingwei's feet, and asked:
"Jingwei, you are not going to school, are you?"
Jiang Jingwei looked up 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 study, so he asked me to bring my homework to the unit to study, and it happened that Sister Guan Ya and Chief Teng Yuan could teach me to do my homework. "The red-haired girl said cheerfully.
Guan Ya's face darkened.
The expression of the headmaster Teng Yuan seemed even more world-weary.
Teach you to do homework? Zhang Yuanqing looked at the two colleagues with pity.
Headmaster Teng Yuan pushed his glasses on the bridge of his nose and said:
"Yuan Shi, you should be a college student, I think you can teach Jingwei to do homework. After all, Guan Ya and I have been away from campus for many years, and our studies are rusty."
"No need, headmaster, I went to a fake university and my studies are very poor." Zhang Yuanqing declined and quickly changed the subject, saying:
"Headmaster, I can see that you don't seem to like work very much?"
Headmaster Teng Yuan was silent for a while, and slowly said:
"I realized a long time ago that this world is full of oppression. High taxes are the oppression of the government, and high-intensity work is the oppression of capital. When I was young, I studied, hanging my head on the beam and piercing my legs with a needle. I didn't dare to rest for a moment and lived like a dog.
"After entering the society, I have to face exploitation and oppression from all sides, living like a donkey. Life is only a hundred years long, why should I live so hard?
"I can't change others, but I can change myself."
It seems very philosophical, no, that's not right, it seems to be lying flat. Zhang Yuanqing was stunned.
Teng Yuanshi sighed: "After becoming a spiritual realm walker, I found that the spiritual realm is also shit."
Zhang Yuanqing could only maintain an awkward but polite smile.
After dinner, Zhang Yuanqing returned to the bedroom and drew the curtains.
He sat at the desk and thought:
"The Palace Master of Stop Killing has not replied to me yet. Logically, she has tortured Xia Hou Tianwen to get a lot of information, which are all clues to track down the Dark Night Rose. Well, Dark Night Rose knew this too. The Palace Master said that she had to guard against the Dark Night Rose leader coming to her door.
"Aunt Xiaoyuan took my money, so she should do a good job. I hope she will have some clues. Little Doubi, don't steal my aunt's underwear for me tomorrow. One is enough."
"Snap!"
He turned off the light and fell asleep.
After an unknown amount of time, Zhang Yuanqing was awakened by a long-lost headache. A mess of images flashed through his mind quickly, and his ears were filled with meaningless noises.
Many of these images were memory fragments accumulated by Wen Ling after becoming a night wandering god.
Since becoming a spiritual realm walker, as his physique improved, he gradually said goodbye to the trouble of headaches, so much so that he forgot to take medicine on time.
Zhang Yuanqing endured the pain of a skull fracture, 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, waiting for the headache to pass.
"Knock, knock!"
At this time, he heard a knock on the door.
Who is it? Knock on the door in the middle of the night, is it Jiang Yuzhu? Zhang Yuanqing sat up despite the pain and glanced at the electronic alarm clock on the bedside table. The time showed: 00:00
Twelve o'clock midnight.