Under this upside-down "black pot", everyone expressed their gratitude to Chen Xian one after another. It's so reliable!

"Senior Chen, I'm really glad..." Wei Chenggong, the man who can be called the richest man in Ningchuan, couldn't help clenching Chen Xian's hand, shaking excitedly. "I can let you help our Wei family solve the case! Sansheng is really lucky!"

"You're welcome, it should be." Chen Xian pulled out his hand calmly, as if he wasn't used to other people shaking his hand like this.

At this time, Xu Yanan also suddenly spoke, and the eyes that looked at Chen Xian became grateful.

"Thanks." Xu Yanan said.

Chen Xian wanted to ridicule her a few words, but seeing her dejected appearance, Chen Xian could only sigh: "As long as you Xu family don't bother me again in the future."

Hearing this, Xu Yanan gave Chen Xian a deep look.

"Don't worry, the Xu family won't cause you any more trouble in the future."

"That's fine." Chen Xian rarely showed a relaxed smile. After all, he was a person who didn't like trouble. Although he was not afraid of the Xu family, from a certain point of view... he didn't want to talk to Xu at all. The family is right, because the Xu family is a giant in the alien world after all, even if they can't hurt themselves, they are bound to bring countless troubles to themselves.

If you have nothing to do, you will come to Ningchuan every once in a while to block you. Even if you can't kill you, you will be disgusted to death. Who can stand it for a long time?

"Boss, what are we going to do now?" Lu Yisheng got up from the ground and ran to Chen Xian's side with a dog-legged look, "Where do you want us to fight! Everything is at your command!"

"What can I do..." Chen Xian sighed, thought about it, and said, "Let's go out like this, I probably know the route down the mountain, you can keep up with the rhythm of my walking, Neither too fast nor too slow."

"clear!"

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When Chen Xian and the others were slowly descending the mountain with their Guokui on their backs, the Weijia villa area had been completely blocked by the staff of the Ningchuan branch, and people from the investigation department could be seen everywhere from down the mountain to the top of the mountain.

At the foot of the mountain, Fatty Huo was losing his temper with several other section chiefs in the car.

"I'm so convinced! Is there such a wicked place in Ningchuan! This is God joking with us, isn't it!"

The more Fatty Huo smoked, the more angry he felt. The several section chiefs around him were helpless. Although they didn't want to listen to Fatty Huo's nagging, they were helpless... Who made him the chief? You have to endure it if you don't want to hear it! After all, this dead fat man likes to play official prestige the most.

"Song Jueming, didn't your investigation department say that the difficulty of this case is not high, isn't it an ordinary abnormal life committing the crime, look at this!" Fatty Huo pointed to the black mist covering the top of Lingxi Mountain with a gloomy expression. The water was almost dripping out, and when he spoke, he was very angry, "This is such a big scene, how are we going to explain it to the public!"

"You can't blame me for the big picture. Besides, the grading of our investigation department can only be used as a reference. Isn't the specific grading standard determined by the investigation department?" Song Jueming muttered.

"Hey, I don't agree with this..." Zhao Song from the logistics department suddenly made a long speech, posing as if a dead Taoist friend would not die, and said calmly, "You guys The investigation department is our leading team in solving cases. How can we fool around with such things as grading? Even if the superiors do not set standards for you, you should be strict..."

"Get out of here." Song Jueming scolded angrily, "Your logistics department is no fun, everyone knows to put the blame on our investigation department. What role did your logistics department play in this case? Are you here in time to evacuate the crowd? There are hundreds of goddamn witnesses... If I were Huo Ju, I would be the first to beat you!"

"Don't talk nonsense." Zhao Song glanced at Fatty Huo with a guilty conscience. Seeing Fatty Fatty staring at him with a bad expression, he hurriedly defended, "We don't know how big this case is, let's talk about it. , our logistics department has also been evacuating onlookers, and we have also greeted the media, what are you afraid of?"

"What are you afraid of?" Fatty Huo scolded through gritted teeth. "Although this case has no chance to be made public in the society, it is impossible for ordinary people to know about it, but what about those aliens?"

Zhao Song was stunned, but did not respond.

"Why don't you look at it, it's already on the headlines of the Yiren forum!" Fatty Huo threw the phone into Zhao Song's hands and motioned for him to read the content on the screen himself.

Zhao Song picked it up with a guilty conscience and saw that the screen displayed on the screen was the domestic alien forum.

On the front page of the forum, a bold and red headline immediately caught Zhao Song's attention.

"The richest man in Ningchuan was killed, and the black mist on Lingxi Mountain is likely to cause a great sin to be born. Hundreds of witnesses are suspected of causing panic. Did the Ningchuan branch do nothing? 》

"I'm fucking shit!" Zhao Song, who doesn't like swearing, couldn't help but scold him at the moment, pointing to the red headline on his phone and saying, "Isn't this fucking hacking us!"

"It's not like you don't know, the butt of the Alien Forum has always been crooked." Song Jueming sighed.

"When did the alien paparazzi come?" Tu Sen leaned beside Zhao Song and watched the news on his mobile phone, his frown filled with killing intent, "Are they still in Lingxi Mountain? Kill them!"

"No, we want democracy. This is the rule set for us by the director." Song Jueming sighed.

"democracy?"

Fatty Huo spit out a spit, and then found that the spit was spit on the window glass, the picture was so familiar...

"The people are assholes! I think they just need to clean up!"

Just when Fatty Huo finished cursing this sentence, someone suddenly knocked on the window glass.

"Director, someone wants to see you."

"Who the fuck is that?" Fatty Huo scolded extremely angrily.

"Reporter from the Inren Forum." The subordinate who spoke was a little embarrassed, because he saw his immediate boss was even more embarrassed wiping the thick phlegm on the window glass, "There are many people with long guns and short guns, it seems that they are coming to interview of."

"Boom away, boom away." Tu Sen said impatiently, "As far as the report they made, I was angry when I saw it, don't let me see those grandsons, or I have to kill them!"

"Don't!" Song Jueming rolled his eyes, as if he had come up with an idea, and hurriedly said, "This is a good opportunity for us to prove ourselves!"

"Self-proof?" Tu Sen frowned.

"Huo Ju, you will put on the air for a while, and talk to those grandsons about the official tongue first, and then tell them the result of our handling, and say that it will never cause panic or something... .." Song Jueming said with a smile, "I can't do it, I'll find someone to pick up some cash, first stop the mouths of these turtle grandchildren."

"Give them a face!" Fatty Huo sneered. He took out his pistol from the drawer in front of the car seat, put it behind his waist, opened the door and jumped out of the car, "I think it's my bullets that are hard on their heads!"

Seeing Fatty Huo walking down aggressively, Song Jueming looked at Zhao Song and followed him without hesitation.

This matter really can't be messed up. If Fatty Huo makes it big in a hurry... God knows how much trouble it will bring to the Ningchuan branch!

It's an eventful time now, and the Secret Service has become a little powerless to deal with certain crises. If it is dealt with by the grandsons of the alien forum again...

"Who is looking for me?"

Fatty Huo stopped by the side of the road, looked left and right, and saw dozens of people standing around, most of them carrying photographic equipment with long guns and short guns.

"Are you Director Huo?" A man wearing gold glasses like Fatty Huo stepped forward and greeted Fatty Huo officially, "I'm Sun Zhihai from the news group of the Inren Forum, this is me evidence."

"Is there something wrong with you coming to find me?" Fatty Huo glanced over and handed back the documents.

"We want to interview you about this strange case..."

"No comment." Fatty Huo interrupted Sun Zhihai impatiently, waved his hand and said, "We will provide you with a press release after the case is completed, and it will not be too late to interview again."

"Director Huo, we have the right to interview this unusual case." Sun Zhihai said without being humble or arrogant, "We have not received the confidentiality notice from the headquarters of your Secret Service, so this case can be interviewed. I hope you can cooperate with us. "

"What am I..."

Fatty Huo's swear words were all on his lips, but he was swallowed abruptly by Song Jueming who was beside him. As soon as Fatty Huo's words changed, the swear words behind him also turned into a very friendly and uplifting language. .

"I just want to tell you that you are so thin, go back and eat more good tonic, this kind of body is not good for work, don't be exhausted!" Fatty Huo's smile was very enthusiastic, so enthusiastic that Song Jueming could see it. Lai is almost a bit erotic, "Look at how thin you are, you look like a grass."

Zhao Song was at a loss when he heard it beside him.

Fatty Huo has changed sex? Why did you suddenly start caring about Sun Zhihai's body? Could it be that this is being polite?

But it's not right...how do I think there is something in his words?

"Old Song, what's wrong with him?" Zhao Song secretly grabbed Song Jueming and asked with a puzzled face.

"It's a curse." Song Jueming suppressed his voice and replied calmly.

Zhao Song was taken aback: "A curse? There are no dirty words in this sentence!"

"He said he looks like a piece of grass, isn't that dirty enough?" Song Jueming gave Zhao Song a strange look.

Zhao Song was even more confused: "What do you mean?"

"You're so stupid." Song Jueming couldn't help but scolded, then sneaked into Zhao Song's ear and whispered, "Fatty Huo scolded him for not having a mother."

Zhao Song: "???"

Song Jueming hated the iron and looked at Zhao Song, thinking how could he be so stupid.

"A child with a mother is like a treasure, and a child without a mother is like a grass!"