After dying young in her prime, the master of the Xuanmen sect, Yan Jiu, transmigrated to a parallel world and became an unfortunate soul whose luck had been stolen. She inexplicably bound herself ...
Yan Jiu puts the child down.
Looking for her shared ride.
I was just about to go home for dinner.
However.
She was stopped by the crowd.
Yan Jiu: "..." Like a drunken butterfly, unable to fly out of this colorful world.
Yan Jiu, who was never socially anxious, silently strengthened her resolve to do good deeds anonymously after being surrounded by a crowd. Even though she noticed that the original owner's luck was slowly returning with her routine good deeds, she did not want to show off her abilities in front of others anymore.
Especially after she was invited to the bureau for questioning.
She became increasingly convinced of this idea.
In his previous life, Yan Jiu was a frequent visitor to the National Special Administration Bureau, but unfortunately, this was his first time in this life.
Yan Jiu calmly and cooperatively completed the process.
This naturally shocked the policewoman.
The policewoman was a new recruit transferred to the Criminal Investigation Department.
I stayed up all night investigating the female corpse in the rain.
The policewoman was just about to leave work.
He was quickly pulled into the interrogation room by the neighboring police station due to a shortage of manpower, and taken to make a statement.
The policewoman tried to use her professional gaze to find a hint of feigned composure in Yan Jiu.
But it was destined to end in failure.
The policewoman fell silent: "..."
This person has no criminal record.
Why are you so familiar with our work processes?
One question, three answers.
Could he be an undercover agent sent out by the bureau?
Seeing the policewoman in a daze, Yan Jiu urged, "Can you leave now that you've finished explaining? I'm in a bit of a hurry."
Instantly.
The policewoman imagined a whole host of scenarios about the difficult survival of undercover agents, and she looked at Yan Jiu with an unusually heavy gaze.
Yan Jiu was completely baffled: "?"
The policewoman misinterpreted Yan Jiu's words.
She felt that Yan Jiu's urgency was definitely not just superficial; perhaps it was a code, a secret message that Yan Jiu had something important to convey.
She longed to hold Yan Jiu's hand and say something reassuring, that she would handle things as soon as possible.
The policewoman didn't dare to make a decision on her own.
I had no choice but to get up and ask my superiors for advice.
Then.
The policewoman had just revealed her suspicions about the undercover agent.
The leader almost spat out his water.
The old police chief looked at the young policewoman: "Where did this undercover agent come from?"
The policewoman spoke with great conviction: "It's true, that comrade is in the interrogation room right now. Would you like to go and take a look?"
The old director hesitated.
Could he really be an undercover comrade?
after.
He saw Yan Jiu's face.
Search the list of undercover agents in your mind.
No such person could be found.
The old director thought to himself: I'm really getting old. A young man's righteous and stern words have intimidated me.
Yan Jiu couldn't understand why such a small matter would alarm such an important person.
She assumed that the milk tea shop incident involved many things and was not as simple as it seemed on the surface.