Chapter 009 Chapter 9

"Li Qingshan said that he had a dream in which there was a golden crow. The golden crow was grateful for his life-saving grace and wanted to repay him. The golden crow looked a bit like Taylor."

Guiyuan answered.

Even though An Rand was mentally prepared, he couldn't help but take a breath of cold air when he heard the news. His legs became weak and his feet slipped. It felt like the soles of his shoes were greased.

Guiyuan just blinked and saw An Rand in front of him like a jelly, sliding along the wall to the ground and sitting down.

Guiyuan was stunned for a moment, and quickly reached out to help him up, but he couldn't help his curiosity and said to him, "Could it be that Taylor in there is the golden crow?"

Ayn Rand's eyes widened, and all the strength in his body disappeared without a trace. His body was like a pool of dead water, and he was being whipped bit by bit. He kicked his legs twice, but couldn't stand up.

Guiyuan held his arm tightly and was almost dragged to the ground by him.

Ayn Rand simply sat on the ground and waved to Guiyuan, meaning that he should let go, and he would sit on the ground for a while, rest, and calm down, and then think of a solution.

Guiyuan slowly let go of his hand.

Ayn Rand rubbed his arm and the place where he was just scratched, frowned and said, "You are quite strong."

Guiyuan chuckled twice.

After a while, Ayn Rand recovered, got up from the ground, patted his clothes, stood against the wall, faced Guiyuan, frowned and said, "Tell me the situation again in detail."

Although Guiyuan didn't understand, he nodded.

After listening, Ayn Rand was thoughtful and muttered to himself, "Since there are so many details in this dream, I have to ask, otherwise such information will be wasted."

"What do you mean?"

Guiyuan asked.

"If Taylor is really the Golden Crow, he couldn't have been unaware of this dream. Either Taylor asked Li Qingshan to have this dream, or Li Qingshan accidentally remembered it because Taylor was close to him."

Ayn Rand straightened his clothes and raised his head.

"I think the former is more likely.

As we all know, reincarnated ghosts have to drink Meng Po soup when they arrive in the underworld. After drinking Meng Po soup, they forget their future and can't easily remember their past lives.

Since he didn't remember it many years ago, it's impossible for him to suddenly remember it now.

It is very likely that it was triggered by external forces.

Isn't the biggest external force around him Taylor, who suddenly appeared? What do you think?"

Guiyuan blinked, thought about it, and asked.

"I also tend to the first possibility.

If it is the first possibility, it is normal for Taylor to suddenly appear beside Li Qingshan.

He came to repay his gratitude, but he did not want his benefactor to not know his identity, so he deliberately reminded him secretly, and was afraid that he had missed the point, so he was so cautious.

But we cannot ignore the second possibility.

If it is the second possibility, maybe Taylor came because Li Qingshan accidentally remembered him and thought that he might be remembered and recognized when they met.

Let's ask him carefully later."

An Rand said.

"But we need to report such a big event as the discovery of the demon king, right? Who writes the report? How many words? Who to send it to? How to arrange him?"

Guiyuan blinked and asked carefully.

Ayn Rand got a headache thinking about those reports. He frowned and said, "I will write 10,000 words, and you write 10,000 words. It can be more, not less. When you finish, give it to me. When I finish, I will continue to hand it in."

Guiyuan thought that she had taken on a job for nothing, and her recent free time might be wasted by work. She nodded with her head down.

Ayn Rand hesitated to open the door, but didn't know what to ask after entering, so she walked back and forth at the door.

Guiyuan looked up and saw Ayn Rand walking back and forth in front of him. He felt dizzy and covered his face and covered his eyes again. He said in a muffled voice: "Don't go any further. It's a headache." "

You have a headache? I have a bigger headache than you. I am your boss. My boss has a boss. This is a big deal. I don't know how many reports I have to write if I report it to the higher-ups."

Ayn Rand glanced at him, walked over, walked over, and sighed.

"In fact, it's not completely impossible. We can make a phone call and report it in the simplest language. We will handle it according to what the higher-ups say.

If there is anything, we will act according to the regulations. It can't be blamed on us. We can't be blamed."

Guiyuan suggested.

"When humans think, God laughs. Your suggestion is good. But have you considered it? How can the boss be responsible? They are all non-stick pans. The problems are ours.

If something really happens, they will definitely not cover us up. They want to cut off all ties with us. Don't count on them.

Otherwise, why would there be so many interns getting into trouble in the news? It's all about human relationships."

Ayn Rand shook his head.

"After all, we have asked according to the regulations. If something really happens, they can't blame us based on the regulations. Let's take it one step at a time. We can't really do nothing."

Guiyuan also began to get anxious and walked around and talked.

Their two shadows dragged back and forth on the ground, like two very black mops, making the already shiny floor even cleaner, and the ground was almost shining.

Ayn Rand thought about it, nodded and said, "Well, now we have no other choice but to try our best. I hope nothing will happen."

Guiyuan nodded repeatedly, "I hope nothing will happen." Ayn

Rand was about to leave, but halfway through he turned back and said to him, "I'm going to make a phone call to report the situation. You appease or send away the two people in the room. I'll find you later."

Guiyuan showed a horrified expression, "Ah? Appeasement and sending away are two different directions. Which way should I go?"

"That depends on your ability to adapt. If you do well, you may even get a promotion and a raise."

Ayn Rand patted him on the shoulder and encouraged him.

Guiyuan said with a tearful face, smiling bitterly: "It's good to have money, but you have to have the life to enjoy it. I'm afraid that after I finish my work, I will be gone. What's the use of more benefits in the future?"

"Anyway, this thing is yours. I'm leaving."

Ayn Rand nodded, waved, and left quickly.

Guiyuan took a deep breath, rubbed his face, smiled slowly at the ground, trying to find a very gentle, polite and normal smile, but he couldn't find it.

He covered his tearful face and squatted down slowly against the wall.

Fortunately, the wall here is also covered with tiles, which are very smooth and clean.

Otherwise, if he squatted down like this, the clothes on his back would have been dirty.

He would have one more thing to worry about.

After a deep sigh, Guiyuan adjusted his mentality, smiled at the floor tiles, and felt that his smile was normal. He slowly opened the door and entered the room.

He felt that he was not pushing open a door, but the cage of the tiger in the zoo.

He was not walking into the room, but into the bloody mouth of the python. What

does it mean to have no way to heaven?

What does it mean to have no door to the earth?

What does it mean to walk into a trap?

He felt that he had vividly interpreted the words he remembered.

Taylor was sitting on a chair in the room, looking a little bored, but not angry.

Even though Taylor seemed very gentle, Guiyuan felt like he was facing a lion that had basked in the sun. Although he looked lazy, he would not be able to bear it if he really moved.

His legs and hands were shaking a little.

He wanted to keep walking forward, walk into the room, and talk to Taylor when he was closer.

But now he found that he couldn't do it.

He stood with trembling legs less than a step away from the door of the room, and even didn't close the door, so that it would be easier for him to escape.

He was very sure of this because when he was beaten, he paid attention to whether the door of the room was open. If it was open when he was beaten, he could quickly run out through the gap to avoid being caught and blocked.

He had experience.

It was really a sad thing to think about.

Taylor had sensed that he was going to come in and had been waiting for him to speak, but he never did, so he turned around to look at him and found that he looked terrified and frightened.

Taylor was confused.

What did I do? Didn't I do nothing? What are you afraid of? What are you afraid of? Why are you so scared?

Before Taylor turned around, Guiyuan was terrified. When

Taylor turned around to look at him, Guiyuan almost knelt down.

He felt his teeth chattering.

Taylor blinked.

Guiyuan took a deep breath, barely maintaining his smile, and said in a quick but polite voice: "I'm here to inform you. You can leave here."

He wanted to slap himself immediately after he finished speaking.

What is a notification?

Teachers call it a notification to students. The principal calls it a notification to teachers. The parent called the child to inform.

How dare he say something to the demon king?

Was he really not afraid of being torn to pieces?

He had never realized how courageous he was before.

Taylor stood up.

Guiyuan shivered immediately.

"Are you catching a cold?"

Taylor was polite and showed concern for him.

Guiyuan shook his head quickly and said with a smile, "No, no, thank you for your concern. I just felt that the wind here seemed to be a little cold suddenly today. It will be fine soon. It's okay."

He was really afraid that Taylor would not leave and stay to continue to care for him.

Then he would be more than just cold.

Taylor saw it, nodded and smiled, "Then I'll go first. When your captain comes back, tell him for me that I'm going to find Li Qingshan. If there is anything else, you can go to him to find me."

Guiyuan nodded.

Taylor walked out.

Guiyuan suddenly breathed a sigh of relief.