"Don't be afraid, my name is Shan Qiming, director of the Nanfang City Public Security Department. You can verify my identity with the security officer Hong Xiaoxiao. He is the main manager of your father's death case. You must be very familiar with him.

Miss Zhuang, you can call him now."

Probably sensing Lin Hui's nervousness, the baby-faced man quickly comforted her and took out his ID to show it.

This man had a chubby face and looked to be under eighteen years old. He was not wearing a security uniform. He was wearing a round-neck long-sleeved shirt and a pair of trousers of the same material. A thick white scarf almost covered his neck.

, with a string of wooden beads hanging on his chest and cloth shoes on his feet. The slightly strange outfit on him does not make people feel out of place, but has a natural and harmonious feeling.

Lin Hui made no move and looked at the two of them fearfully.

She didn't even see how these two people appeared.

"What your father encountered was not an indiscriminate killing. We have just confirmed that the lunatic who killed people on the street was a member of an illegal organization. Miss Zhuang, you are in a very dangerous situation now."

Lin Hui was basically sure that the two of them were not here to kill her. After all, the same organization would not have a taciturn workaholic like the driver and a talkative person like Shan Qiming.

She glanced at the driver's body and her meaning was clear: I know better than you how dangerous my situation is.

"Yes, this person is also a member of an illegal organization. Miss Zhuang, do you know your father's work clearly?"

Professor Zhuang is a university professor, and his main job is to teach students. However, when Zhuang Zhenzhen was still young, he had another job - a technician for an archaeological team, and often traveled to the wilderness to survey ruins.

The wilderness is very dangerous. There are not only man-eating plants and animals, but also living corpses, madmen and savages. If you are not careful, you will die...but it is undeniable that the wages are indeed high.

Later, Zhuang Zhenzhen’s mother died of illness, and Professor Zhuang changed jobs.

From a young adventurer to a cautious middle-aged man.

Do they suspect that Professor Zhuang's death is related to his work many years ago?

Could the strange pottery statue be brought back from some ruins?

Lin Hui nodded.

"Miss Zhuang, why don't you speak?"

It's not that I don't want to speak, it's that I can't speak.

The side effects of the Twisted Crown are: each time it is used, it will randomly deprive you of vision, hearing, smell, speech, and intelligence for two hours.

The first time she used the Twisted Crown, she was deprived of her sense of smell and could no longer smell. This was already very lucky! What if she was deprived of her IQ and she became a fool and died. How could she still see the doctor carefully?

What about the skill description of the shield, and how to fight? Using the Twisted Crown again, she was deprived of the ability to speak and became mute.

Lin Hui remained silent.

Shan Qiming: "..."

He turned around and asked, "Director, why don't you say anything?"

Then, he found that his director was staring at Zhuang Zhenzhen intently.

"Director?"

Is there really something wrong with Zhuang Zhen?

Lin Hui was also very strange. She could clearly feel the director's scorching gaze through her sunglasses. If Zhuang Zhenzhen didn't have this person in his memory, she would have thought that she had bumped into her old lover.

——The kind of ex who has a lot of emotional disputes.

"Well," the tall man in a suit came back to his senses and responded. His voice was rich and magnetic, and he said in a soothing tone: "The person who can kill an evil professional must at least be a professional.

.When dealing with Ms. Zhuang, you can say what you say directly without having to follow the 'confidentiality principle' for ordinary people."

"That's right," Shan Qiming slapped his forehead and exclaimed: "You are quite powerful! How did you do it? You were able to kill an evil professional alone..."

The man in a suit interrupted him: "Don't go too far!"

Lin Hui agreed in her heart. What she hates is that TV dramas always cut into commercials at the climax, making people have to wait in an anxious mood. At this moment, her heart is filled with the desire for the truth - how did Professor Zhuang die?

of!

"Your father appears to be a university professor, but actually acts as an informant for the 'Art of Wealth', specializing in finding clues to valuable wilderness items for them in the city and facilitating transactions between the two parties. As an archaeologist, he

Possessing extensive professional knowledge.”

Lin Hui learned from Zhuang Zhenzhen’s memory that federal law clearly stipulates that any items obtained from the wilderness must be handed over and cannot be collected, bought, sold, or traded privately. However, the dangers of exploring the wilderness are too high, and prohibitions often fail to protect the brave.

The explorers take effect.

Regulatory authorities often turn a blind eye and quietly let go of some items of low value and low risk to avoid conflicts with desperadoes.

This led to repeated bans on the trading of wilderness items in the city, and slowly developed into an industrial chain.

Shan Qiming's expression became serious and he said to Lin Hui: "According to our investigation, half a month ago, your father, Professor Zhuang, broke into an evil organization while facilitating a transaction for a wilderness item obtained from the ruins.

A conspiracy to snatch a dangerous item - it, like the golden sun, will bring chaos and death to the city, even far greater damage than thousands of radiation sickness patients combined. In order to hide

He was killed by a member of an evil organization while trying to keep this item from the bad guys."

To describe it in one emotional word: Professor Zhuang is a hero.

The game light screen flashes and a new mission pops up.

Lin Hui did not rush to check, but listened carefully.

Shan Qiming continued: "Members of the evil organization have never given up looking for this item, secretly monitoring Professor Zhuang's family, friends and everyone in the social network. From lurking to sudden action, they seem to have determined in some way that Zhuang

The professor gave the things to you."

"Beep beep beep——"

Shan Qiming's cell phone rang.

The person on the other end of the phone didn't know what was being said, and his face was getting worse and worse. After hanging up the phone, he frowned and glanced at the driver's body on the ground, and reported in a deep voice: "Director, there are twenty-three corpses in the bus ahead. Logistics

The department has cordoned off the scene."

"Notify Chengcheng to come over to do on-site reconstruction and confirm Binli's location. We will not respond to any inquiries about the wealth password for the time being..."

A series of instructions are issued.

"receive!"

Shan Qiming walked aside and made a phone call.

The director took off his sunglasses, revealing a pair of standard peach blossom eyes.

"Miss Zhuang, please come with us."

…

The director will drive the journey to the Public Security Department.

Shan Qiming spoke to Lin Hui word by word, not caring at all that he didn't get a verbal response.

The inspection vehicle drove through the city CBD, passed through the Science and Technology Industrial Park, passed the entrance of the Municipal Public Security Department, drove into the most famous slum in Nanfang City, and finally stopped in front of a white three-story building covered with roses.

If it weren't for the "South Alley Public Security Department" sign hanging in front of the door, Lin Hui would have thought it was a flower house.

A beautiful female security guard with a sweet smile at the information desk heard the movement, raised her head, and greeted the man in a suit: "Director, good afternoon."

The man in the suit nodded slightly and did not go to the case reception desk on the first floor. Instead, he led Lin Hui upstairs through the small door on the left, passed through the empty office area, and walked into the director's office.

After going upstairs, Shan Qiming did not follow him anymore, but sat down in the cubicle in the office area.

The man in a suit closed the door and pulled out the chair for Lin Hui.

"Please sit down. Would you like coffee, tea, juice or milk?"

Lin Hui was speechless and was about to take out her phone to type when she saw the man in a suit putting paper and pen in front of her.

"The files show that you are a healthy and sound person. The sudden inability to speak is caused by the containment..."

The man in the suit... What the director said was not a question, but an affirmative sentence.

"Drink some milk! Warm milk can help stabilize your mood."

Lin Hui nodded.

The director took out a bottle of steaming fresh milk from the wine bar in the corner of the office and poured it into a cup to heat it. A minute and a half later, a cup of hot milk that was just drinkable was brought to Lin Hui.

He sat on the chair opposite Lin Hui, smiling. His eyes, which were shaped like peach blossom petals, were slightly narrowed, and even the two fine lines at the end of his eyes were full of emotion.

"The contained objects I just mentioned refer to items with magical abilities. A small part of them can be used by people, but they only need to pay a certain price. Once most of the contained objects appear, they will bring huge disasters. Normally,

People have almost no power to resist them...Has your father explained this part to you? He is a 'weapons expert' and his understanding of contained objects is much deeper than other professionals."

Weapons expert...

Lin Hui shook her head. Zhuang Zhenzhen didn't even know that her father was a professional. She thought the director would continue talking, but the other party changed the subject and said, "Sorry! I can't explain it to you. This is confidential information.

Unless you are already one of us."

Lin Hui: "..."

Is there anything that my dignified time traveler cannot listen to?

She wrote on the paper: [Who are you?]

"Twilight Moon, a special department set up by the federal government to deal with mysterious incidents. To put it more informally, it is an official organization. It is internally connected to the Public Security Bureau, and department members have public service establishments. The salary is high and the treatment is good."

[You want me to join you.]
To be continued...