36 Chapter 36 (Two in One)
◎What is it that makes Guidu afraid and obedient?◎
Late at night at a 24-hour convenience store, a burly man with tattoos knocked on the counter in a frivolous manner, "Boss, give me a pack of cigarettes."
Xiao Kui was startled, put his hand on the alarm, looked at his clothes, and carefully took a bag of Daqianmen cigarettes.
Before he could hand it over, the man with tattoos glared at him, "Who are you looking down on? I'm rich! Give me the most expensive one!"
Xiao Kui handed over a pack of soft Zhonghua cigarettes. The tattooed man lit up and took a sip. "Tsk, it's just so-so. Boss, I need to ask you something. Why is the restaurant next door closed? The boss's out, and there's no one left to watch over the stall."
Xiao Kui was surprised. "Boss Ye has closed the shop and gone out these days. She hasn't hired any staff. Do you have anything to do with her?"
"Really?" The tattooed man had a strange expression on his face, as if he was desperately suppressing an excited smile. He rolled his eyes and said perfunctorily, "It's okay, it's okay. I just heard it's delicious, but unfortunately, when I came here, it was closed. What bad luck!"
Going out to avoid the intersection security cameras, the tattooed man huddled in a corner and made a phone call. "Boss, no one's in there. We're late. I've asked around and she's been gone all day. I can go in for an hour at most. Wait for her to come back, or do we do it today? When will I give her the remaining 9,000 yuan?"
A distorted electronic voice came from the receiver, "Go take photos in all the rooms and get the seasonings. Hand over the money and the goods."
The tattooed man smiled obscenely, "Hey, you chefs, you're so ruthless in your business wars. If you had come a day earlier and taken a picture of her sleeping, the female boss would have been scared to death by you. We agreed that I don't want anything else, but I get all the money in the cash register."
"Whatever." The phone hung up.
Yaoyao stared at the gate of the Xile Hotel and looked away in disappointment. "What a hassle. I thought I could explore the way and see what kind of strange thing it is... If someone is away and their things are stolen, they will always come back, right?"
He took out another phone and sent a message: [Boss Lu, she's not home. She's out of town lately and it's inconvenient. I'll wait for her to come back and observe.]
Bai Lu replied immediately: [Sure. Zhu, proceed with caution.]
As the night deepened, the man with tattoos noticed the owner of a nearby convenience store dozing off again. He put out his cigarette, pulled up his hoodie to cover his face, walked over, and squatted at the restaurant entrance.
The wire poked into the door lock and twisted it.
With a loud noise, the metal rolling door was opened.
In the corner of the dark lobby, a crimson light lit up, passing the dim shadows blocking the way and heading towards him.
"What?!"
The man with tattoos looked up and was hit by the red light. He was so scared that he fell to the ground.
The beam of light from the mobile phone flashlight shone into the glass door, and he finally saw clearly that there was a sweeping and mopping robot stuck in the shadows of the tables and chairs.
A small red lamp was crookedly tied to the robot's shell with thin black tape. The lamp shell was ugly, like a piece of crushed plastic, and the tape was about to fall off.
"He's using a light bulb to pretend to be a surveillance camera and scare ghosts! Is the boss a pervert?"
The man with tattoos got up cursing, his palms covered in cold sweat. He wiped them on his pants twice and continued to concentrate on unlocking the glass door.
The red light of the sweeping and mopping robot inside the door flashed.
The lights and tape that were tightly entangled in the darkness loosened up, and eyeballs and hair squirmed and turned towards him at the same time.
Click.
The man with tattoos pushed open the glass door lock and whistled triumphantly, "Someone still uses this old-fashioned lock. They deserve to be robbed."
I took a panoramic photo at the door with the flash on. The red light in the corner of the lobby stood out in the flash.
The man with tattoos had just taken a few steps when he felt someone was staring at him, so he turned on the flashlight on his cell phone and waved it left and right.
The flashlight couldn't illuminate the entire lobby, and there were heavy shadows between the tables and chairs, but it was indeed empty.
The sweeping and mopping robot in the corner of the lobby was humming in place. The red lightbulb that was half-lost on it was making people feel uneasy, and the man with tattoos became furious.
"I heard this robot has a camera... what the hell is it?"
The man with tattoos covered his face as he quickly crossed the lobby and walked to the counter. He picked up a rag and threw it at the robot vacuum, covering the light bulb as well.
The red light disappeared, and the strange feeling of being stared at seemed to fade a little.
The man with tattoos walked into the kitchen, confirmed that all the seasonings the person who hired him wanted were there, and took a photo of the kitchen.
He greedily looked at the nearly brand-new appliances, shaking out the sack and looking at each one. "They paid me ten thousand to steal the secret seasoning, but this is all free money. Dishwasher, sterilizer, water tank...even the kitchen has air conditioning. Hey, what a luxury. All of them are mine."
Rustle, rustle.
Without warning, there was a rustling sound behind me, as if something was crawling quickly along the ground.
"Who!" The man with tattoos suddenly turned around.
The flashlight beam swept around, but saw nothing.
Listening carefully, there was no sound again, only his nervous heartbeat and breathing.
"There are so many cockroaches in this lousy shop!"
The man with tattoos rubbed the goose bumps on his arms, spat to give himself courage, turned around and walked straight back to the counter without even looking at the stairs not far away.
"We're just going upstairs to take a few pictures. The seasonings are all here, so we can just grab them when we leave."
He rubbed his hands excitedly and started to open the cash register, "I'm rich, I'm rich..."
Strands of hair crawled like long snakes, getting closer and closer.
The eyeball opened a crack, and the eyes that were cut into pieces in the reflection rolled around, growing out from the shadows, and their eyes were fixed on the new prey.
The cash register lock was much tighter than the door lock. The tattooed man struggled with it for a long time, but couldn't get it to open. He held up his phone, sweating profusely, to illuminate it. "This is weird! It's obviously a very common, old-fashioned lock, so why won't it open?"
The phone only illuminated a small area at hand. When he picked it up and shook it, the man with tattoos suddenly caught a glimpse of a dark shadow at his feet, which was still crawling closer.
It was as if someone had silently crawled into the shadow of the counter and was staring at him.
“I’ll go!”
The man with tattoos was so startled that he almost jumped up. When he shone the light over there, he could see that it was a sweeping and mopping robot.
"I was scared to death. How come this thing didn't make any sound when it came over?" The man with tattoos let out a long sigh and kicked the robot away in anger.
Instead of hitting a hard shell, it felt like kicking into a bunch of seaweed.
Soft, entwined, restraining the force of the kick.
If it’s not a robot, then what is it?
rustle--
Before the man with tattoos could react, the faint rustling sound suddenly became louder.
Thin black hair emerged from under the robot's shell, shot out and wrapped around him, like a python wrapping around its prey, dragging it away at lightning speed.
The burly thug seemed to be weightless and staggered. In the blink of an eye, he was dragged into the splits and almost torn from the middle.
"Ah!" The man with tattoos was so frightened that he used his hands and feet to grab the counter and climb back.
The light from the mobile phone flickered, illuminating the counter wall.
The surface of the counter was shaking, and the delicate and low-key wood grain faded, growing into one eyeball after another covered in flesh and blood, densely packed together.
When the light from the mobile phone was shone, a row of reflective white dots were staring at him silently.
They did not tremble because of the panic and struggle of the man with tattoos, but just grew quietly on the surface of the counter, in front of his escape, waiting for the prey to come.
"Ghost, ghost!" The man with tattoos let out a heart-wrenching scream. He felt suffocated by being stared at, and his voice was particularly weak.
The hair was cold and biting, cutting into his flesh, and the piercing pain spread up his legs.
In the darkness that was difficult to illuminate all around, circles of hair intertwined into a web, and eyeballs blocked the way. The man with tattoos finally realized that he was like a fly caught in a spider web, with nowhere to escape.
The chill came from all directions, and the hair not only entangled him, but also his eyeballs, allowing the man with tattoos to catch his breath.
These two monsters are not in the same group!
The man with tattoos seized this opportunity and frantically called his employer who had asked him to steal things from the store.
The sound of keystrokes echoed in the narrow space. He couldn't help but hold his breath. He pressed the button but found that he couldn't dial out.
No signal, damn no signal!
"You bastard, you're screwing me! Is this an ordinary restaurant? This is clearly a ghost town!!!"
The man with tattoos cursed and regretted it deeply.
If he had known there was something fishy going on, he would never have come to steal things if he was going to lose his life here after getting a deposit of ten thousand yuan, no, only one thousand yuan!
"Help! Help! There's a ghost! There's a monster!!"
The tattooed man burst into tears, completely overcome by fear. "Let me go! I won't dare to do it again! Please spare my life, sir! I don't want to die!!"
His hair and eyeballs remained indifferent, pressing ever tighter. It was as if they had turned him into a battlefield, a stabbing pain and suffocation tugging at his body.
The hair that got the chance to strike first was gradually taken over by the eyeballs.
The sweeping and mopping robot hummed as it turned. Among its parts, which were packed with wriggling blood vessels, the camera that was hardly used flashed and a reminder popped up.
Ye Ping'an had just clicked on the camera alarm of the sweeping and mopping robot. Before he could see clearly what the black shadows moving around in the camera were, a pig-like wailing for mercy exploded from the receiver.
"It's the middle of the night and it's so noisy." Ye Ping'an held his cell phone at arm's length and rubbed his ears.
An impatient voice came from the sweeping and mopping robot, and the rustling and crying in the lobby of the Xile Hotel stopped abruptly as if the pause button was pressed.
The tangled black hair stopped tightening and shrunk back into the darkness at an astonishing speed, leaving only the remains to wriggle in a direction that the camera could not see.
The eyes staring at the man with tattoos closed one by one and disappeared, the cracks in his eyes closed in an instant.
The whole store fell into deathly silence.
All that was left was the heavy, hazy breathing of the man with tattoos.
What...what's going on?
The man with tattoos witnessed the sudden change, which was so incredible that he could hardly believe his eyes.
With just one sentence, without even showing up in person, those two devils who nearly killed him were instantly silenced, cowering like mice seeing a cat?!
Whose voice was that? Even the ghosts were afraid and obeyed... How powerful and terrifying must that being be?!
Could the boss here be the master of all ghosts? The ghost king above all ghosts?
"Boss! Master! Master!"
The tattooed man burst out with an unprecedented desire to survive. He kowtowed frantically in the direction of the voice, his forehead banging against the floor with a loud thud. "Have mercy! Have mercy! It's my fault for not recognizing the great man! It's my fault for being too greedy! I will never steal your things again!"
"Please! Please spare my life! I was also deceived by the bastard who hired me! I didn't steal anything, I just took pictures of the store, I will delete them now! I will definitely catch that bastard and vent your anger! I... I will work like a slave for you! Please let... let them let me go! Red eyes, robot, don't chase me, don't eat me!"
The tattooed man was incoherent, sobbing uncontrollably. He didn't dare look at the monster that had retreated behind the camera, and he apologized frantically, his voice shrill.
Someone was watching him.
An indescribable sense of terror descended upon him. It was so light, so fleeting, that it was even more terrifying than facing a ghost. It crushed him to the ground, nearly unable to bear it.
Ye Ping'an frowned and adjusted the robot camera to look around the store.
The door was ajar, footprints were everywhere on the floor, and there was a pick wire stuck on the cash register...
When she heard the sturdy man kneeling on the ground howling like a ghost, she instantly understood:
Oh, it's a thief.
I guess he saw that ugly night light and scared himself out of guilt. How dare he steal things and still be so timid?
Ye Pingan yawned and sneered, "Mercy? You beg for mercy now? What were you doing before?"
"If you don't do anything wrong, you don't have to worry about ghosts knocking on your door. If apologizing is useful, then what's the use of the police station?" Ye Ping'an switched the screen of his mobile phone and prepared to send a message to the police officer he added as a friend to report the case.
The terrifying pressure in the lobby gradually disappeared, and the extremely powerful gaze seemed to be leaving here. The two huddled ghosts in the shadows broke free from the invisible restraints.
The hair wrapped around him again, and in the intense suffocation, as the terrifying existence left, it indifferently sentenced him to death.
“No——!!!” The man with tattoos had his neck pulled up little by little, and he let out a weak wail of despair.
When Ye Ping'an heard the screams in the microphone, he remembered that the sweeping and mopping robot was not turned off in the background.
She switched back to the smart app and complained impatiently, "You're crying like your dad's dead. If you can, stop stealing money! Don't say you didn't steal anything. You'll go to jail for burglary, too!"
The tattooed man's brain, on the verge of collapse, seemed to be struck by a bolt of lightning.
money!
Oh, right, money!
The man with tattooed arms suddenly remembered what he heard from the elders when he was a child, "losing money can ward off disasters" and "accepting offerings from others can ward off disasters for others."
"Money! I have money!!"
"Huh?" Ye Ping'an's ears pricked up instantly, and his hand stopped closing the app.
She looked at the man with tattoos again, and her hair and eyes retreated reluctantly.
The man with tattoos lying on the ground was already pale, and the invisible parts were tightly wrapped around him, making it impossible for him to get up.
"Money! It's all for you! I saved up a few hundred dollars, and I only spent a little of the thousand that bastard gave me. I'm giving it all to you! This is retribution for stealing. I atone, I repent! I shouldn't have offended you, I shouldn't have disrespected you, I won't do it again! Please, please, God! Spare my worthless life!!"
The man with tattoos cried and begged for mercy. He used up his last bit of strength, ignoring the hair that was piercing his flesh and the cracks on his neck, and took out his dirty wallet and threw it towards the source of the sound.
Click.
The wallet fell in front of the camera, and the change and several hundred-dollar bills stuffed into a ball scattered out.
"Oh? Are you really giving me money?"
Ye Ping'an's expression turned from gloomy to bright in a second, "Why didn't you say it earlier! It's a great virtue to admit one's mistakes and correct them!"
Even mosquito legs are meat!
Ye Ping'an looked happily at the more than a thousand yuan falling from the sky, and didn't even bother to glance at the limp man with tattoos.
"Okay, put the money on the ground and you can go now. Lock the door and I won't do this again."
As soon as he finished speaking, the hair and eyes that were avoiding his gaze in the lobby shrank back faster than the speed at which they were wrapped around the man with tattoos, as if burned by an invisible force.
The shadows and eyeballs that crawled like a hill transformed back into the robot mop and the night light hanging above it. The wood grain of the counter remained the same, as if nothing had happened.
As the cold darkness faded, they fell into deathly silence again, like two truly ordinary and harmless everyday items.
The fatal threat disappeared, and the man with tattoos collapsed to the ground, gasping for breath, his whole body soaked in cold sweat, as if he had just been pulled out of the water.
"Thank you! Thank you for your mercy, thank you for sparing me, thank you for accepting my humble offering, thank you for allowing me to repent..."
Looking at the two monsters in the corner, the tattooed man who survived the disaster didn't stop for a second and climbed up using his hands and feet.
He hugged his legs and curled up, rolling towards the door in a funny and clumsy manner, "Get out, I'm going to get out now!"
Ye Pingan:?
Really rolling? You know what, he's quite talented in acrobatics.
The man with tattoos ran to the door in a panic, carefully lifted the rolling door, and closed it more quietly than picking a lock.
He didn't notice that a black hair was hanging in the fibers of his sweatshirt, and a small red eyeball was stuck to the fabric. The two strange parts worked together in a rare way and followed him quietly.
The moment the door closed, the shadows cast by the black hair and eyeballs disappeared.
The part hanging on the tattooed man's body quickly shrank, turned into ashes and disappeared.
In the corner of the lobby, a man opened his eyes a little and stared at the back of the man with tattoos.
The quiet Xile Hotel seemed to have turned into a hopeless cage, with no escape or even a step beyond the line.
"Ghost! Ghost, don't come over here—I'm sorry, I won't dare to steal again. Thank you for your kindness…"
The tattooed man was so frightened by the shadow in the lobby that he couldn't even pull the shutter door open. He wanted to run but didn't dare to. He could only shout incoherently while locking the door with trembling hands and feet.
The policeman who had just arrived after receiving the alarm was startled when he ran into him head-on.
"What's going on? Didn't the convenience store owner say he heard strange noises and suspected thugs were breaking in and stealing things? Where did this lunatic come from?"
"...He seems to be locking the door? Has he finished stealing? He has the same characteristics as that thug. Let's stop him first."
The police car lights were flashing, and Fang Zhu, who was about to leave in the distance, stopped stiffly in his place.
He didn't think he'd get anything out of this night's theft, and he never expected that before he'd even gotten far, the hired thugs would go in and explore the area for just a few minutes...
People go crazy.
Fang Zhu looked at the dark, open door of the hotel and felt a chill down his spine.
What's going on?
Isn’t the shop owner away?
Even if he's not there, he can still drive the weird things to scare people to collapse, and then come out alive... This is much more terrifying than the gangster dying in there!
What strange creature did she control? How could she control it so well?
He had to leave, he had to leave quickly and not be discovered by the Jiang City Investigation Bureau and this mysterious boss!
The figure disappeared in a hurry as if escaping. The police car blocked the entrance of Xile Hotel and handcuffed the man with tattoos and interrogated him on the spot.
After questioning several times, they had to confirm: the man with tattoos was not pretending, he was really scared to death.
The only thing left to think about is asking for forgiveness, repenting, and being grateful for mercy.
The tattooed man's strange reaction made them feel uneasy.
The dispatched team leader looked around the dark lobby behind the glass door and didn't dare to go in directly. "... Could it be that we really encountered an unusual incident?"
rustle--
There was a slight friction sound in the hall, and the team leader's scalp exploded, "Everyone step back!"
Before he could evacuate, the team leader saw a white sweeping and mopping robot emerge from under the dark tables and chairs.
A familiar young woman's voice came from somewhere, "Officer, are you here to catch the thief?"
The team leader was in tears and did not dare to respond to any strange calls.
It's over. If I had known that the strange thing would appear so soon, I would have reported it without hesitation.
"Officer? Officer?" Ye Ping'an was confused and didn't know what they were thinking.
After shouting a few times, the team leader finally realized that he was still alive.
The team leader looked around, her eyes fixed on the sweeping and mopping robot. She carefully moved to the door. "Is that you talking? Is your sweeping robot mutated?"
How come you have such big imaginations but such small courage?
Ye Pingan was speechless. "...I am the owner of this store. The sweeping and mopping robot has video and intercom functions."
The team leader's expression relaxed and he almost sat down on the steps at the door with weak legs, feeling both amused and helpless.
"So it's you who's controlling it remotely." It's so scary.
The team leader asked, "So what's going on? We received a call from the neighbors, suspecting your store was scouted and entered by thieves. As the victim, do you think you've lost anything? Please take a statement remotely."
Ye Ping'an cooperated calmly, "I can send you the camera cloud video later. It seems that he was hired by someone to steal something, but he didn't steal anything. He was too timid and was scared when he saw my night light. He paid me compensation."
Ye Ping'an glanced at the man with tattoos lying beside him and shook his head.
He had been given a chance, but he hadn't escaped. He was caught by the police, and that was none of her business.
Ye Pingan became nervous, "By the way, I have a question."
The team leader comforted him, "Don't be nervous, just ask, we will do our best to help you solve it."
She has seen everything in these years as a local police officer!
Ye Pingan: "The thief's compensation money shouldn't be confiscated, right?"
Team Leader: ...?
She had never seen someone who broke into a house and ended up having to pay compensation.
The team leader wiped his face helplessly, "...No need. Send me the video later, and remember to change the locks when you come back. From his confused account, I suspect there's a theft organization behind this, so be careful of retaliation. We'll go back and investigate, and notify you when we have any news."
Ye Ping'an confirmed that the compensation could be kept and agreed with a smile, "Okay, Officer, take care. Please help me close the shutter, thank you. Come to my restaurant for dinner when I come back."
The team leader left with the police team. Ye Ping'an turned off the app. The Xile Hotel became quiet again, and the dark lobby was motionless.
"It's finally quiet." Ye Ping'an yawned.
She was not used to not having a gold cake under her pillow. She rolled around in bed and gradually fell asleep.
It was late at night, the police had already gone back, and a white-haired figure was slowly approaching the end of the food street.
"strangeness."
Tushan Sui lightly sniffs the evening breeze.
A very faint and strange smell had appeared before, but like all the other smells he had tracked, it came to an abrupt end inexplicably, the clues were cut off, and it was nowhere to be found.
Tu Shansui stopped at the intersection and walked forward again.
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Five o'clock in the morning, Huaxi City Investigation Bureau.
The investigators who had been searching for something strange all night came back one after another, hungry as wolves and tigers. They rushed to the cafeteria's food window piled with midnight snacks, eating one while taking another away and bringing it directly to the meeting room.
"Did you find anything in the area you were patrolling?"
"No, what about you?"
"The information department has not received any new suspected reports."
"We encountered a Night Cryer activity, but we couldn't catch up with it. It ran away."
"We too..."
Everyone was stunned when they reviewed the situation. "Were we so lucky last night on Christmas Eve? Or did the weirdo notice the captain leading the team out, knew the [Half-Body Ghost] was down, and took the initiative to hide? Impossible, an E-level weirdo wouldn't have that kind of brains."
Yan Mingyue sat at the top and knocked on the table to bring the team members back to their senses.
"We haven't discovered any strange activity, perhaps it's simply become more covert. The [Charcoal Butcher] first appeared in Huaxi, and there aren't many records of him yet. Furthermore, there are signs of these strange entities devouring each other, so we can't completely rely on the archives. Everyone, please recall the details of your search and see if there's anything suspicious that you overlooked."
The investigators looked at each other, thought hard for a while, and then someone spoke hesitantly.
"Our team was searching the area where the victims of the [Charcoal Butcher] appeared last night. We faintly smelled a barbecue in the middle of the night. However, when we went to investigate, nothing strange happened."
Someone at the conference table chuckled. "Most of your team hasn't even completed the three incidents to become regular employees. Maybe you were hungry last night and smelled something wrong? You're a bunch of greedy girls."
The reserve investigator's face flushed red as he hurriedly defended himself, "Maybe I smelled it wrong, but we're not hungry! The pork belly and chicken prepared on the train are even more delicious. We wouldn't neglect our mission just because we're greedy."
"Wait." Yan Mingyue's expression changed slightly and he called up several files.
An image of a half-body man in a black and red raincoat appeared on the screen, with several underlined transcripts popping up next to it.
She finally clicked on the clue photo of [Coal Butcher].
The body of the victim involved in the incident was discovered by the police. Initially, it was thought to be a murder/body dumping case. However, after an in-depth investigation, it was found to be untrue and the case was handed over to the Investigation Bureau.
Several pieces of burnt charcoal belonged to different people, and the original outlines of the limbs were almost invisible. There were also a large number of cuts on them, which gave the incident its name.
"The Night Cryer, Half-Body Ghost, and Old Lady Asking for Directions that Huaxi had fought all had varying degrees of missing limbs, along with signs of mutual attack and devouring. The Half-Body Ghost's blood was greasy and had slight burn marks. Perhaps these weren't its own traces, but rather those of the Charcoal Butcher."
The more Yan Mingyue spoke, the clearer his thoughts became. His expression was solemn. "The newly appeared [Charcoal Butcher] might be the strongest among them. Its pattern might not be the burning and cutting pattern we previously suspected, but..."
She couldn't bear it any longer, but she continued, "Barbecue."
"Ugh..." Even the investigator, who had seen many strange scenes, couldn't help but feel his stomach churning.
Looking at these monsters devouring each other from a different perspective, Captain Yan's expression immediately changed, "Generally speaking, devouring only one of the monsters will make it stronger and change its pattern.
"The [Half-Body Ghost]'s main rule is cutting, while the [Old Lady Asking for Directions] and [Night Crying Man]'s rules attract and restrict departure. The [Charcoal Butcher]'s rules are uncertain at the moment... but if their rules conflict minimally, with one taking the lead and the others remaining, an E-level anomaly could potentially double in strength."
Yan Mingyue was well aware that the collision of several strange rules was very minor and it was almost impossible for them to occur naturally. If these strange things appeared at the same time, no one would believe that it was not a Gu breeding.
The province just cleaned up and cracked down on a heretical organization last month, but it has resurfaced so quickly?
Yan Mingyue's face looked extremely ugly. There was no longer any hope that the machines would mysteriously devour each other and crash. He hurriedly arranged the tasks.
"...We must defeat them one by one before they devour each other!"
Watching the investigators leave in a hurry, Captain Yan leaned back in his chair and sighed with relief, "Luckily, Boss Ye was the first to deal with the [Half-Body Ghost]. With the strange creature in our hands, we shouldn't be killed by the butcher just by encountering it."
Boom! Crash—
Thunder rumbled, dark clouds obscured the sun. The summer thunderstorm came suddenly, and in a flash, the sky outside the window was already dark.
“Wuwu… Wuwu…”
The tender cries echoed in the shadows of the city, and the child's figure moved closer and closer to the hotel not far from the Investigation Bureau.
Investigators poured out of the police station and ran in all directions.
The bright car lights cut through the rain, but could not illuminate the road a few meters away.
Yan Mingyue picked up her phone, coordinated with other departments, thought for a moment, and sent a message to Ye Pingan, "I didn't run into Boss Ye in the cafeteria today. Maybe she's had a good rest today and has the energy to go out with us."
【Author’s words】
Thank you all for your follow-up comments~ Today’s number is 7,500, great!
The data of this book is not very good. By the way, isn’t the current title of Susu not very attractive? QAQ I want to ask my friends, if the title is changed, which of the following do you think is better?
1. "Opening a Restaurant in a Weird Resurrection World" keeps its current name
2. I Opened a Restaurant and Passed by a Strange Revival
3. Strange Resurrection? Don't Delay My Cooking
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