According to the Ministry of Public Security, a nationally renowned Buddhist expert, metaphysics director, and monk Jiudeng were murdered yesterday at Shanghai Xingfu Street!

This is a morning news. Among all living beings, such news is not as much eye-catching as a celebrity cheating. Of course, the people who can notice it are definitely not ordinary.

Wang Gongfeng sat at the desk, squinting his eyes. He couldn't tell what he was thinking.

Qi Zhiyou was careful to stand aside. Just kidding! National Special Operations Team! Don’t others know this organization but don’t know it yet? This is the highest and most mysterious organization in the security department level. It is just an ordinary member who has a much higher status than himself.

Qi Zhiyou didn't understand that such an organization generally would not participate in politics, but instead targeted some unbelievable cases that could not be explained by human resources. Does Shang Hai have it?

"When was the last time I got news about Ni Ge?" Wang Gongfeng asked.

"The report leader, the last time I got the news was that Commander Shangguan of the Military Region was killed, but we only got the news the next day. According to the evidence, Ni Ge should be a major suspect." Qi Zhiyou stood up and tried to keep his body straight and answered seriously.

"Oh! That person! It's really troublesome!" Wang Gongfeng stood up and said to himself, circled around the office. He never left the cigarette in his mouth.

After a while, the entire office was filled with the pungent smell of tobacco. Wang Chongfeng was still working hard.

Qi Zhiyou held his breath desperately. He resisted the urge to open the window. It was the middle of winter, and although the central air conditioner regulated the air in the room, it could not stop the creativity of the Gongfeng.

Half an hour later, on the verge of collapse, Qi Zhiyou finally returned to his seat, extinguished the cigarette in his hand, and no longer wanted to pick it up. Qi Zhiyou then breathed a sigh of relief.

"Comrade Qi Zhiyou, I feel very sorry for your handling of this matter. So far, as the national security department, there has been no substantial progress. Now I have two requirements. First, contact Ni Ge as soon as possible and bring him secretly back to the Security Bureau to see me. Second, Shang Hai has come to see many people recently. The Security Bureau must do its job well and strictly review suspicious people. And strictly control the situation within the controllable range."

Wang Gongfeng said with a slightly solemn brow floating on his eyebrows.

"Yes, I guarantee to complete the task. If the leader has nothing to do, I will go out to arrange it now." Qi Zhiyou said respectfully. At this moment, Qi Zhiyou wanted to put on his wings and fly out. This girl is so tormenting.

It was not until except for the office that Qi Zhiyou smiled bitterly. His dignified security director is now so busy that he is missing the office. Alas! Let's go to work.

On the streets of Shanghai, three old men wearing long gowns walked slowly. If you look closely, these three old men looked exactly the same, and even their movements and expressions were like copying.

What is strange is that the three of them carry this ancient long sword. There is also a huge blue gourd hanging on their waists. They tilt their necks and pour it into their mouths while walking.

What is even more surprising is that now is the era of rule of law, and the control of lethal equipment is very strict. People who are like traveling through time by this sword, if an ordinary person guarantees that they will be stopped by the people in the security booth if they don’t exceed ten meters. But these three people seem to be nowhere to exist. When they walk past the security personnel in uniforms, they do not attract the other party’s attention at all, and they don’t even look at them. Even in the subway station, these three goods directly cross the barrier and enter the waiting hall.

Unfortunately, I was sitting in the waiting hall, holding a newspaper of the day, browsing quickly. I have been so shocking these days that I didn't plan to go out. However, when I saw the fight between the chef and Jiudeng, my sense of crisis became more and more urgent. Only by forcing myself to constantly change positions can I feel a little relieved. The chances of a person who doesn't even know the destination are undoubtedly the smallest.

But even so, today is not my lucky day.

The moment the three old men in long gowns stood in front of me holding wine gourds, I slowly put down the newspaper and looked at the three people in front of me with interest.

"Ni Ge?" the three of them put down the wine gourd and asked in unison.

"No." I slapped my eyebrows slightly, almost without thinking, rejected it on the spot, put down the newspaper, turned around and walked towards the platform.

The three of them were obviously confused by my answer.

"Brother, have you ever met Ni Ge?"

"I've seen it before, have the third brother seen it?"

"You are the bosses. You have never met you before. Where can I see you?"

The tone and expression of these three people are all the same, but this question almost made me fall into trouble. These three guys are really weird.

"No, that kid, even if he is not, he is still practicing metaphysics. Otherwise, how could he see us in the field?" One of them suddenly slapped his forehead, and the other two followed suit.

As soon as I heard this, I cursed terrible. My body suddenly rushed forward. At this time, a subway line was already coming. I still had time to wait for the subway to stop, and then gritted my teeth and jumped out.

The train almost whizzed past my back. I suddenly felt a cold chill rushing towards my forehead, which was simply a joke with the god of death.

While landing on the ground, my heart was a little calmer, and I quickly disappeared into the crowd after taking a sprint.

A moment later, three old men in long gowns appeared at the place where I settled and looked around.

"Brother, what did he run away?"

"How could I know, what do you think?"

"I don't know, we're just here to catch him, and we didn't kill him, why did he run away!"

"Stop talking, keep chasing!"

While talking, the three of them swayed in the crowd and disappeared without a trace.

I was very depressed! I couldn't figure out why these people came to me. Logically speaking, I was just a fifth-level master, and even had the lowest strength among these people. Anyone who came out was in the late stage of the master. It is even more uncommon for Venerables. The most tragic thing is that there are also people at the level of the Heavenly Master who are also targeting themselves.

This made me wonder. If I were guilty of possessing a treasure, there was nothing I had to do with me worth chasing for these people, and as for my mirror of the universe, I had never been revealed. If I were to be a small person in terms of identity and status.

Now I am like a slightly stronger ant facing a giant. Staying behind is the fate of being crushed to death, and escaping seems to be not the solution. But so far, I don’t know the reason why the other party targets me, so I can only run away first.

The original purpose of killing Xu Wen and Shangguan Ming was to make Shang Hai even more chaotic. He could lie dormant. At present, it seemed that he was backfiring and instead made himself the target of public criticism.

I changed the subway three times in a row before leaving the subway station. Looking around, I walked into a cafe and wanted to stay for a while and sorted out my mind.

It was already noon, the restaurant was crowded, but the cafe was strangely deserted. There was no one inside, and even the waiter was not there.

I browed and turned around and was about to leave.

"Wait a minute, what do the guests need?"

I stopped and my body was a little stiff. I couldn't tell where this sentence came from, just like the person who was speaking was standing beside me. But I couldn't tell which side it was.

Domain, absolute domain control. I couldn't help but smile bitterly. The result of my running around was still in my pocket. Since that's the case, I just die.

Thinking of this, I couldn't help but suddenly start to feel excited, turned around, and my expression became calm. There was still no figure in front of me.

I smiled slightly, walked closer to the nearest seat and sat down. I gently tapped the table with my index finger: "A cup of coffee."

"Oh, coffee! There's nothing today, but if I have soup here, do you drink it? I just added a main ingredient yesterday." As I spoke, a strong fragrance spread across the space.

I was shocked and blurted out: "Cook!"

I witnessed the battle between the chef and Jiudeng yesterday, and that pot of soup still vividly remembered. Now when I face it, I am surprisingly without fear, but only a kind of nausea and dry retching.

The chef suddenly appeared in front of me, still in a weak and hunched look. He pushed his dining car and walked up to me tremblingly. He picked up a porcelain bowl, slowly scooped up a bowl of golden soup and placed it in front of me.

"Young man, life is short, joy, anger, sorrow, and happiness. After this bowl of soup, I will have no chance with you. Let's drink it soon!" The chef said with a smile, his eyes even with a hint of caring expression.

If an ordinary person doesn't understand the inside story, he will definitely drink it in one sip. But I know that the soup in this bowl is made of human flesh! The fragrance lingers around the tip of his nose, which is a torture for me.

"Vomit!" I couldn't help but explain all the breakfast in front of me. The Soul-Devouring Sword was instantly sacrificed and headed straight to the chef's throat with a whoosh.

Swish! A sound of slashing the flesh came. It was strange that it was not easy to be able to handle such a close distance.

But what happened today was not strange. The chef obviously suffered a little bit of injury. He covered his neck and retreated five or six meters before he stopped. He was not angry, but looked at me with a very surprised expression: "You! Why don't you feel the fragrance of the soup at all?"

Bang! Just as I was confronting the chef, the door was violently kicked open. Three old men in long gowns, holding the gourd and filling wine, walked in shakingly.

"Three Evil Stars?" The chef's face immediately became extremely ugly when he saw these three people.

"Your cook, this kid can't bear your soup. Why don't you take out some real things? My brother just can drink it."
Chapter completed!