Chapter 29: The Sixth Fish Disaster: Xuanmen Civil Servants’ Star-Chasing Methods…
Hidden in an inconspicuous building in the downtown area, employees of the Abnormal Control Bureau in cobalt blue lightning-patterned uniforms were busy shuttling back and forth.
The field team leader was helplessly standing with his hands on his hips, lecturing an office clerk.
"Prohibited items like these should be turned over to the bureau," the captain said with a gloomy face. "If you help your cousin do this again, I can't protect you, Meng Zhao."
The young man with glasses remained calm: "Sorry, Captain, I will pay more attention next time."
He has a pair of cold eyes and harsh lips. He seems introverted, but in fact he is very aloof.
The captain sighed and said, "Forget it. You won't listen to me anyway."
She patted the man's shoulder irritably. "Your sister is a bit of a jerk. You're a regular employee. You need to understand what you can and can't help with."
Meng Zhao brushed the dust off his shoulders and repeated, "I understand, Captain Wang."
Captain Wang: “…”
Okay, she knew it was like talking to a cow.
The phone suddenly rang.
Meng Zhao answered calmly: "Sister?"
Meng Caiyun's signal wasn't very good. "A Zhao, um, have you had lunch yet?"
Meng Zhao smiled: "What can I do for you?"
Meng Caiyun coughed awkwardly twice. "Is the little white girl from your internal affairs department here? I need to talk to her about something."
Meng Zhao was silent for a moment: "She is at home on leave today."
He paused, then added, "Is it urgent? Then I'll go visit her."
Something was said on the other end of the phone.
Meng Zhao said in a gentle voice, "No trouble. Okay, got it. Bye."
After hanging up the phone, the smile on the young man's face disappeared and he returned to his previous indifferent look.
He looked up and said, "Captain Wang, I'm going out for a break at noon."
Captain Wang nodded in confusion, unable to close his mouth for a long time.
...This person can change his expression!
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Bai Heng from the Internal Affairs Department is the director’s daughter.
She usually provides program technical support and has participated in the development of several of Zhu Meng's APPs.
Meng Zhao came to a nearby villa community, raised his hand and rang a doorbell. After a while, the identifier on the peephole flashed green and the door opened automatically.
The curtains inside were drawn tightly, and mobile phones were placed on both sides, with various images flashing on the screens.
The girl leaned back on the swivel chair at the end and said lazily, "There's juice in the kitchen. Get some if you want."
Meng Zhao stood at the entrance, and a pile of chaotically stacked Star magazines suddenly fell to the ground, leaving nowhere for him to rest.
He was not surprised: "Your idol has collapsed."
Bai Heng picked up the drink bottle next to him and threw it at him.
Meng Zhao tilted his head and took it: "Thank you, I don't want ice."
At this time, warning images appeared on several stacked computer screens one after another. Bai Heng turned around and quickly tapped on the keyboard with his ten fingers. In a moment, the bugs were eliminated one after another.
She tutted and teased, "Is the sky falling or the earth collapsing? I never thought I would see your face like this in my own home one day."
Hearing this ridicule, Meng Zhao remained unmoved. He took out a pair of disposable slippers from his briefcase and changed into them before walking over.
Bai Heng was speechless: "Why don't you put on a protective suit?"
Meng Zhao handed her the page on his phone and said, "My sister's friend wants to get this thing. Can you help me crack it?"
Bai Heng took a look and sneered, "You came here just to ask me to help you chop Bing Xixi? Big brother, I'm very busy!"
After saying that, he turned around and typed under a certain entertainment promotion account: Song Song has a new business! That’s great!
Meng Zhao pushed his glasses up: "I'm curious about your mentality when you typed this line."
Bai Heng flicked her nail polish and snorted, "Leave the ordinary man alone." Finally, she held out her hand and said, "Give it to me."
Meng Zhao handed over the phone.
Bai Heng flipped through the pages twice and fell silent. "Changfeng Temple incense, candles, paper, etc.? I was the one who designed this program."
My uncle said it was just a publicity stunt and no one would actually come to claim it. Of course, it was impossible to actually claim it...
So no matter how many helpers we get, there will always be one missing.
Meng Zhao looked at the densely packed phone racks nearby and said, "Airport pick-up next weekend? I can cover for you."
"Deal!" Bai Heng quickly started working on the computer. "It's a success. It's just hers. If there are more, my cousin will find out."
"Thanks." Meng Zhao put his phone away, glanced around the room, and asked a curious question: "How do you make these phones control themselves?"
Bai Heng chuckled twice and said coyly, "Didn't the bureau capture a lot of evil spirits in the past? I refined them into my phone."
Meng Zhao: “…”
So when your rivals call your brother's fans ghost soldiers, it's true.
No wonder we have to draw the curtains in broad daylight. If the sunlight accidentally shines in, the voting team will probably lose a capable person.
"By the way," Meng Zhao handed over a blank piece of paper from his briefcase. "Is there any equipment that can verify who this was?"
Bai Heng took it and said, "The one of the Princess's Tomb?"
She thought for a moment and said, "Leave it here with me. I've been researching new technology recently, maybe I can crack it later."
Meng Zhao: "Don't tell the bureau."
Bai Heng: "Are you helping your cousin again?"
Meng Zhao didn't say anything.
Bai Heng shrugged: "Remember to help me throw away the trash at the door."
Meng Zhao closed the door, put several more garbage bags on the kitchen waste outside, and then picked it up.
The light in the elevator seemed to be broken and flickered. He looked up at his own shadow on the mirror panel, which was sometimes bright and sometimes dim, and wondered what he was thinking.
After a while, he opened the map on his phone, and the location of the bound object was shown on Lubo Mountain.
"What dangerous place are you going to again..."
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Haomeng Hotel, Yufu Town.
Meng Caiyun proudly threw the phone back to Long Zhu: "Done."
Congratulations on successfully receiving your Changfeng Temple special incense, candles, and paper! Please pick it up offline within one week!
Long Zhu was greatly shocked and blinked twice: "How did you do that?"
Meng Caiyun said, "Secret techniques cannot be passed on to outsiders." She then quickly confirmed, "Do the conditions I just mentioned still hold true?"
Long Zhu was in a good mood and put his phone in his pocket: "Of course, I always keep my word."
Feng Jia, however, remained alert and looked at Meng Caiyun disapprovingly: "Are you planning to let her go to Yuwei Village with you? Isn't that a bit risky?"
Even she couldn't see through the cultivation level and background of the short-haired woman in front of her. If she turned against her, it would only make the situation worse.
"Senior Feng, don't worry, this is my friend," Meng Caiyun said, holding Long Zhu's shoulders. "She works for a legitimate company, abides by the law, and has never committed any crime."
She turned her head and asked, "Right?"
Long Zhu put his hands in his pockets, looked up at Feng Jia, and nodded several times.
But what is committing a crime?
Never mind, it's not important.
Feng Jia looked at Long Zhu's bright eyes and was speechless for a moment.
She hesitated and looked around: "What about these resentful ghosts..."
As if they knew they were no match for the opponent, the little ghosts in the room hid behind the long-haired female ghost, trembling in fear.
The two long-haired female ghosts looked sad as they stared at Feng Jia.
"According to the principles of the Zhu Alliance, even in revenge, we cannot take the life of a living soul whose life span has not yet ended," Feng Jia said slowly, glancing at the distraught father and son in the corner. "And we should not use living people as incense burners. This will prevent them from being reincarnated."
Meng Caiyun scratched his cheek: "This is indeed..."
Old Yang, who was standing by the wall, was still conscious. Seeing two masters coming, the father and son, who had just been dying, immediately began to struggle, tears in their eyes, as if they were grasping at a glimmer of hope.
These resentful ghosts have low cultivation levels, and some have just become ghosts and cannot even speak. If they had not been influenced by the spiritual power of the dragon bamboo, they would still be hiding in the air-conditioner, watching the murderer protected by the yang fire coming in and out every day, unable to do anything.
Feng Jia changed the subject: "But it depends on the situation. In principle, it's not possible, but it is also possible."
The father and son were stunned, as if struck by a bolt from the blue, and were completely dumbfounded.
Meng Caiyun was stunned: "Senior?"
Feng Jia turned around and looked at the father and son in the corner with disgust in his eyes. He said in a loud voice: "You are wolves with wicked natures and hearts of snakes and scorpions. You are deceitful and evil. You deserve the hatred of all ghosts and gods, and the intolerance of heaven and earth!"
"Good deeds will be rewarded and evil deeds will be punished. If you have any complaints, go to the King of Hell and argue with him."
The resentful ghosts showed joy on their faces and rushed towards the father and son without any hesitation.
These two men have not yet reached the end of their lives and carry the Yang Fire on their shoulders, so low-level ghosts cannot get close to them.
Only by burning out the yang fire in the incense burner and exhausting the oil and lamp, will there be only two empty shells with consciousness left, at the mercy of their revenge and manipulation.
But this incense burns so slowly...
Surrounded by ghosts, the father and son were so frightened that they collapsed, their faces ashen, knowing that they were doomed.
Long Zhu suddenly stood up: "Wait a moment."
The resentful ghosts were very respectful and obedient to Long Zhu. Upon hearing her words, they immediately retreated to the sides and looked up at her in confusion.
There was a hint of vague pleading in the eyes of the father and son.
Long Zhu squatted down and suddenly pulled the bundle of incense out of Lao Yang's mouth. This action scared everyone present. Just as Lao Yang was excited and thought he was saved, Long Zhu just took out a mobile phone from his pocket, pointed it at his face to unlock it, and then put the incense back in.
She flipped to the mini-program of Quanneng Housekeeping, scrolled to the most recent order, and gave herself a good review.
After completing the operation smoothly, she threw the phone back and said, "Okay."
“…”
"Oh, right." She seemed to remember something and her lips curled up into a sinister smile.
Under the extremely panicked gaze of the father and son, Long Zhu squatted beside them and raised one hand slightly. Light blue veins emerged under his pale skin, and because of the distinct bones, he looked extremely fierce.
She lightly snapped her fingers above their heads.
"I'll also help speed it up."
As soon as the words fell, amid the silent wailing of the two people, the slowly burning incense suddenly burst into flames, and burned down like a wildfire, like a broken bamboo.
The yang fire was extinguished.
The temperature in the room dropped instantly, and as the lights flickered, dozens of pale green faces with happy smiles surrounded them.
Meng Caiyun sighed and said, "Senior, should we go out and wait? I'm afraid of catching a cold."
Feng Jia's expression was complicated: "...Okay."
Meng Caiyun looked at Long Zhu again and saw that she seemed to be thinking about something: "What's wrong?"
Long Zhu put his hands in his pockets and said sadly, "I was just thinking, it turns out that it can be used as an incense burner..."
Meng Caiyun: “?”
This is a good idea.
Why didn’t you think of it when you buried the third brother?
It saves time and effort, and you don’t have to dig a hole.
It doesn't matter.
I'll have experience next time.
Meng Caiyun: “???”
can't read.
But it doesn’t feel like a good thing.
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