Author: Carrot to Heaven

At this time, Lang Zongyi stood at the door that was broken open by his subordinates, stroking a gold-plated badge.

The coolness in the building added a little chill to his whole body, but it was far less cold than Yan Jiu's words.

Yan Jiu, the funeral director who meets Qian Kai, seems to have a violent aesthetic that goes against common sense.

Said she had no heart.

But they will adopt ghost spirits and monsters.

Say she has a heart.

But they regard human life as nothing.

It's so contradictory.

Lang Zongyi could guess it.

Someone must have taught Yan Jiu to maintain the status quo when she was just learning words, and taught her to walk at the intersection of good and evil.

Who could that person be?

There is no such master he knows, otherwise he would not have grown into what he is now. A slight fluctuation in emotion can turn his blood into a beast.

A brief relationship.

Lang Zongyi knew that Yan Jiu was the same kind of person as him.

It's a pity that there were people who taught Yan Jiu to live well and happily, but no one taught him.

otherwise.

He doesn’t have to worry about what happened 4 years ago...

At this time.

Yan Jiu's exclamation interrupted Lang Zongyi's thoughts.

"My friend, you are going to die. I am the director of the Slow Walk Funeral Home. Do you want to leave me my contact information? If you book now, you can get a beautiful urn for free~"

Lang Zongyi: "..." Is this a question that normal carbon-based organisms can think of?

His pair of eyes as black and bright as an eagle looked at Yan Jiu without blinking, as if he was looking at something rare.

Yan Jiu thought Lang Zongyi didn't hear it.

She was about to repeat it.

System: [Host, let me prove that this handsome customer has already left his contact information! 】

Yan Jiu was suspicious.

She took half a step back.

Looked carefully at Lang Zongyi.

The tall body is as steady as a mountain.

There is no unnecessary expression on the stern face.

My whole body was filled with a strong sense of oppression.

He is wearing a black uniform today.

The buttons are buttoned as far as they can go, and people's eyes can't peek through the collar to see inside.

Without the protection of the mask and hat brim, his face, which looked like it had been carefully carved by an artist, was fully exposed.

There is a smell of abstinence all over my body.

Lang Zongyi took a few steps forward.

As a result, half of his face fell into shadow.

The atmosphere he naturally cast made him appear to be restrained and calm, ruthless and cold.

System: [Suck, suck, suck, so handsome!]

It secretly took a picture of Lang Zongyi's face and silently stored the photo in the data space.

The space is filled with handsome photos it has collected.

The kind that won’t be exchanged for anything~

Yan Jiu is not a systematic nymphomaniac.

Lang Zongyi stopped in front of her and leaned over slightly.

She could clearly feel Lang Zongyi's body temperature, hitting her warmly from a distance of more than ten centimeters.

But there was no warmth in those eyes.

Obviously.

Lang Zongyi knew what she was like.

He seems to have distanced himself from her.

Yan Jiu raised her eyebrows: "Is it Mr. Lang?"

Ma Weiwei watched from the side with fear, fearing that the two of them would face each other at their peak.

Upon hearing this, Yan Jiu knew Lang Zongyi's surname.

Ma Weiwei was surprised: "Senior, do you know our bureau?"

After saying that, she patted her head.

Yan Jiu is so good at fortune telling.

We can definitely figure out Lang Zongyi.

In fact.

Yan Jiu felt confused in her heart.

She can't be counted as Lang Zongyi!

She must not let her master and senior brother know about this, otherwise they will ridicule her for not being good at academics.

Yan Jiu doesn't like to get along with the same kind of people.

That would only arouse her competitive spirit.

Yan Jiu didn't ask Lang Zongyi why he knew he was going to die so early and why he didn't show his face to buy the urn from her. She chose to laugh at Lang Zongyi.

Then he looked at the subdued cigar man.

Ma Weiwei immediately said: "Senior Yan, don't worry, we will have a special prison waiting for him."

Yan Jiu said nothing.

She walked up to the cigar man.

Just raise your hand and it will be a loud slap.

Yan Jiu waved her hand: "Your silence is too noisy."

Everyone looked at the cigar man who was stunned by Yan Jiu: You just want to find a reason to beat him, right?

System: [...] I have followed so many hosts, and this one is the most outrageous.

Ma Weiwei glanced at Lang Zongyi quietly, she didn't want Yan Jiu to be blacklisted by the bureau chief.

At that time, Lang Zongyi didn't think much about it at all.

On the contrary, there is also some envy.

In his position.

Many things are beyond your control.

Can't get angry, can't fight.

Suddenly a person who doesn't play by the rules appears. He somehow understands Ma Weiwei's strong recommendation of Yan Jiu. It's just that Yan Jiu is too suitable for breaking the rules of the workplace.

Soon after.

The cigar man woke up and shouted that special agencies could not detain innocent people without evidence.

Ma Weiwei couldn't help but say: "You are suspected of many disappearance cases. This is a search warrant and an arrest warrant. If you have any grievances, please leave it to the court to shout to the presiding judge."

The cigar man's heart is as gray as ashes.

He won't die.

But he has to face an outcome worse than death.

This is not what he wants!

The cigar man thought of a word called "retribution", and he repeated: "It's not like this, it shouldn't be like this."

Yan Jiu agreed: "It really shouldn't be like this."
To be continued...