C19 undercurrent

Somewhere on the outskirts of Beijing, China.

The streets of Beijing were crowded, even in the suburbs, but here the streets seemed deserted. Although the dignified courtyard was connected to the left and right sides, there were not many people in the small alley.

There was no sound of the engine, no jarring music, not even a bark. Instead, it was a little scary.

Taking two steps forward, he arrived at a slightly wider alley. An elderly locust tree was standing at the mouth of the alley. Although this tree was lush and verdant, the middle part of it had decayed and was hollow, and the burn marks could be seen clearly.

A few sparrows stood on the branches, but they did not cry out. They only tilted their heads to look at the ground, flapping their wings from time to time. Not far away, a yellow cat was crouching on the wall as it approached the big tree. However, its eyes never left the sparrows on the tree.

The naturally alert little sparrow kept its eyes straight ahead, as if it didn't notice the danger behind it. The cat quietly climbed up the branch, leaning on the meat pad on its feet and minimizing the sound of its approach.

Suddenly, the cat moved!

It was only then that the sparrows noticed it. They immediately turned around, but they still turned their heads to look at the cat that was pouncing towards them.

The next second, everything seemed to have settled down.

However, the scream pulled everyone's attention back.

The cat kept howling and fell from the tree, rolling to the ground. After a flop, the cat quickly ran away with one eye closed.

The sparrows were still on the tree. When they saw the cat running away, they all turned around and looked forward again, as if nothing had happened.

After passing by the Pagoda tree, they continued along the wide alley. After walking for 500 steps, they turned right. After taking another 300 steps, an independent courtyard appeared in front of them.

The courtyard was very simple, the mottled walls looked dilapidated, and the green bricks inside were astonishing. A large white iron gate connected the inside of the wall, isolating it from the outside.

On the left and right sides of the wall, there were sentry booths. Inside the sentry booths stood armed policemen. There were four policemen standing outside the sentry box. One of them had a walkie-talkie.

These armed police officers were slightly different from the ordinary armed police officers who were guarding the government agencies. The safety of their guns was off, and the bullets were already loaded. They looked as if they were about to face a great enemy.

In the left corner, there was a small door embedded in the wall, appearing perpendicular to the entrance of the courtyard.

It was noon when the small door suddenly opened. A pair of policemen came out from the small door and replaced the six policemen to continue guarding the yard.

Behind the door was another fence door. Behind the door were two special police officers who were also loaded.

After passing through the gate, they came to a small courtyard. A few black flag carts were parked in the courtyard. Further into the courtyard, there was an old style building with mottled walls. It wasn't very tall, only five floors high.

As he entered through the door, the green brick floor was stomped on to the point where people were feeling uncomfortable. He turned left and saw an elevator. He got on the elevator, pressed the button on the fifth floor, and the elevator slowly started moving. The sound of the steel cables rubbing against each other made his ears hurt.

After exiting the elevator, he walked to the right. At the end of the elevator, he turned left. A door that looked quite solemn was placed right in front of him.

As he stood at the door and listened carefully, the sound of small voices could be heard from within the room.

"Wu, the report on this case is here, and's inspection is also included. "This kid doesn't have any rules, what does he look like!" Tan Ziqiao complained as he smoked in front of the desk.

Opposite him, a smiling middle-aged man was also holding a cigarette. This middle-aged man had combed his hair, which was black and glossy. His pair of small eyes shone with a bright light, and his wide hands seemed a bit awkward as he held the cigarette.

The middle-aged man waved his hand, "How can you have no rules! "Come on, let's hear it. There's actually someone here who has no rules?"

Tan Ziqiao immediately sat up, stretching out his hand that was holding the cigarette. "I still have something to ask!" "He gave it to me in one blow."

The middle-aged man waved his hand, "Don't complain, you're still used to it! Think about it, don't you? "

Tan Ziqiao fell silent. "I ?"

He patted the armrest of a chair and leaned back on it. The cigarette ash that had been shaken off slowly fell to the ground.

The middle-aged man laughed, "Alright, alright, you have handled this case well. When the time comes, you will be rewarded! "Stop complaining!"

Tan Ziqiao stretched out his hand and pressed the tip of his cigarette into the ashtray, "Alright, then I'll be leaving first. You're busy, Wu!"

The middle-aged man waved his hand: "Go! Rest well. You must be exhausted! "

Tan Ziqiao had just left, and not long later, Zheng Zheyue knocked on the door and walked in. The middle-aged man put down the pen in his hand and asked, "What's wrong, Zhe Yue?"

Zheng Zheyue lowered his head and did not say a word, but just stood there.

The middle-aged man smirked, got up and poured a cup of water, then placed it on the table, "You! He's still young and has a long road ahead of him. It's nothing to suffer such a small setback. When I was young, I even carried a punishment on my back! Isn't it still that way? "

What the middle-aged man did not expect was that Zheng Zheyue actually shook his head, "It's not that, Director Wu, I am not here to write about the examination!"

The middle-aged man was taken aback: "Huh? What's going on? "

Zheng Zheyue still did not speak, and once again lowered his head.

The middle-aged man got up, walked to Zheng Zheyue's side, pushed him to the front of the chair, and pressed him down. After that, he passed the water to Zheng Zheyue.

Zheng Zheyue drank a mouthful of water, his eyebrows knitted even tighter, his mouth also pursed tightly, his eyes staring straight into the rising heat.

The middle-aged man turned around and sat on the table. He looked at the Zheng Zheyue who was still in a daze and asked softly, "What happened? Was it because he had some difficulty to solve it? Speak up if you have something to say! "I'll try my best to find a way to solve your problem."

Zheng Zheyue pressed onto the cup, gritted his teeth: It's not me, it's my head!

The middle-aged man was taken aback: "Huh? An award? What's wrong with the Zi Ying? "

Zheng Zheyue pinched the cup again: "I feel that my head is a little weird this time!"

The middle-aged man frowned, "Strange? Why is it strange? Isn't this a good case? "

Zheng Zheyue waved his hand: "I'm not talking about the case, but a detail that makes me very uncomfortable."

"What details?" "Tell me about it."

Zheng Zheyue placed the cup of water back on the table, "In the past, when we were handling cases, this kind of strategy, like luring a snake out of its cave, would be used to listen in on the spot. If there is any activity over there, we can all hear it and react in a more timely manner."

"But this time, our boss didn't put any surveillance cameras on his side. We can't hear anything, so we can only rely on the familiarity of our enemies' auras. Although it was a success, it was still very stiff."

"And the head always has to interrupt when 'Ning Xi' is about to say something, I think ?"

The middle-aged man's expression softened. "I know what you're trying to say. You're thinking that Zi Ji is hiding something from us, right?"

Zheng Zheyue nodded, "Mn, right."

The middle-aged man patted Zheng Zheyue's shoulder, "Zi Ji must have his reasons for doing this. Moreover, he was originally with me. In these few years, I understood him. Although he is a tough person, once you get his recognition, he will treat you as his most trusted friend! "

"I believe in him, and I hope that you will believe in him as well. We are a group, and mutual trust is essential. Don't let your thoughts run wild, go back! "

Zheng Zheyue nodded his head, "Mn, maybe I was thinking too much, maybe I was being petty ?"

The middle-aged man laughed, "That's enough, go on! "Have a good rest. You must be exhausted!"

Zheng Zheyue bashfully smiled, "Thank you Director Wu for your concern."

After exiting the door, Zheng Zheyue shook his head, and revealed a smile, the worry on his face was completely wiped away.

Not far away, a pair of eyes were watching him as he descended the stairs.

Within the room, the middle-aged man walked towards the window, lit a cigarette, and stared blankly out of the window.

At that moment, the black hawk suddenly flew past him and soared into the sky. The middle-aged man narrowed his eyes as he watched Ying slowly fly away, and said in a low voice: "This year is already the third time, just who is it!"

With that, the middle-aged man returned to his seat, then narrowed his eyes to look at the report on the table: "Zheng Zheyue, interesting."

The black hawk flew directly across the yard and the sky above the locust tree at the mouth of the alleyway.

A small sparrow on the locust tree suddenly flapped its wings and rose into the air, chasing the black hawk.

The black shadow quickly discovered the little follower behind it. It let out a long hiss, and in an instant, it turned around and stretched out its claws to catch the sparrow. The sparrow didn't show any signs of weakness and immediately began to fight with the black hawk.

The intense fight quickly ended. The black hawk scratched the sparrow until it was covered in wounds, and finally broke the sparrow's neck.

The sparrow let out a blood-curdling screech and instantly turned into a talisman. It floated down and ignited itself in mid-air. After a short while, it disappeared without a trace.

After the black hawk won, it gave a long whistle, circled twice, and disappeared into the distance.

Back in the building.

In a certain room on the second floor, Tan Ziqiao and the other four people were sitting inside, each of them doing their own thing.

Cheng Xie, Zheng Zheyue and the other two were fighting against the Landlord, so they stuck quite a lot of notes on their faces, especially the ones that were the most talented. Zheng Zheyue gave Feng Zongren a meaningful glance: "Cheng Zhen, it's not fun to just play with notes, let's not win any money!"

Cheng Yuan immediately put down his card when he heard this, "No, no, I still have to send this little money home to my mother! If you lose, then there's nothing left! "

Zheng Zheyue laughed when he heard it, "Hahaha, what a great talent, what a waste of a talent you are!"

Tan Ziqiao was currently sitting by the window, holding onto a < Nine Chapters of the Earth >, looking at it with interest. However, An Siyu was holding onto a fashion magazine, looking at the models inside that matched well with fashion.

As Zheng Zheyue played cards, he said to Tan Zhitong, "Chief, I remember you saying that you would treat us to a meal. I also heard that the Director Wu gave us some money this time, so he wants us to go out and relax! "

Tan Zizi put down the book: "You are well-informed. Director Wu did give us some money, let's go tonight! "What do you want to eat?"

The prodigy shouted, "Self-service meal!"

Zheng Zheyue rolled his eyes at Cheng Cai: "You're still going! "All the cafeteria in Beijing has blacklisted you. If you go there, how much will they lose?"

Cheng Zhong was not convinced and asked, "Then tell me, what do you want to eat?"

Zheng Zheyue thought for a while, "Of course it's roast duck! "Head, how about we go to the All Gathered De?"

An Siyu closed the magazine: "Eating hotpot."

Cheng Yuan immediately shouted, "What's there to eat in the hotpot? Even if you don't have enough to eat, it's still expensive! "

An Siyu immediately glared at Cheng Cai. "What did you say?"

Cheng Zhen shrunk his neck back, "I said hot pot is the best choice!"

Seeing An Siyu like that, Zheng Zheyue also shrank back his neck: "Let's eat the hotpot instead! That's right! Old Feng? "

Feng Zongren spread out his hands: "I don't care, you guys decide!"

Tan Zizheng nodded his head, "Alright, then let's eat the hotpot!"

After a while, Zheng Zheyue suddenly asked Tan Zhitong, "Chief, what do you mean by 'evil and warm devils'? What exactly are they?"

Tan Zizheng closed the book, "Do we have any information rooms?"

Zheng Zheyue shrugged his shoulders. "Anyway, I haven't seen them before."

Tan Ziying casually placed < < Nine Classics of the Earth > > on the windowsill and took out a cigarette to light up. However, when he inadvertently saw An Siyu's gaze, he helplessly put the cigarette back in the box.

While playing with the cigarette case, Tan Ziqiao said, "Legend has it that in the ancient times, the four races used different cultivation methods to differentiate the demons. "They can be roughly divided into the Warm Demon Clan and the Demonic Clan."

"The so called warm devil is to use the spirit energy of the heaven and earth to refine one's cultivation without harming one's life. "However, cultivation is progressing very slowly, less than a thousand years."

"The so-called evil demons kill life, use the rich spiritual energy in life to nourish their cores, and quickly accumulate cultivation. However, the spirit qi thus obtained was mixed with resentment and bloodlust. When it reached a certain point, it would be punished by the heavens and turn to dust!

"Very few demonic beasts could ascend to the Immortal Realm. Basically, they all suffered the wrath of heaven at the very last moment and turned into ashes. "On the side of Wen Mo, because the accumulation of cultivation is very slow, there are very few Ascension Cultivators."

Zheng Zheyue furrowed his brows: "Since that's the case, then 'Ning Xi' has been rampant for so many years, and has never received the wrath of heaven!"

Tan Ziqiao answered without thinking, "Aren't we its divine punishment?"

With these words, everyone could not help but laugh. Zheng Zheyue nodded his head, "Chief is right."

Fifth floor.

The middle-aged man was talking to a middle-aged man who was wearing a white airplane uniform.

"Ah?" Director Wu, are you sure you want to do this? "Is this ??" the head of the plane asked when he heard the middle-aged man's words.

The middle-aged man nodded his head, "I really can't wait any longer. This is going to be an eventful year, I can feel that there are undercurrents in the situation! "I'm worried."

The head of the plane frowned. "Shouldn't we call the studios to do this kind of thing? "Why?"

The middle-aged man waved his hand, "Don't ask anymore. I told you to go and do it, I have my reasons. Go on!"

The pilot nodded. "Alright, I understand!"