In the study, Zhang Yuanqing glanced at the portrait hanging on the wall, then at Fu Qingyang sitting upright, and sighed:

"The painting is good, but what a pity!"

Fu Qingyang, who was about to ask a question, was taken aback when he heard this: "What do you mean by that?"

Zhang Yuanqing said sincerely: "Even if the painter's level is high, he can't reproduce one-thousandth of the Centurion's demeanor and handsomeness, hence the pity."

Fu Qingyang looked at him a few times and said indifferently: "Let's talk business, don't waste time on these meaningless words."

But Zhang Yuanqing saw from the subtle expressions of the other party that he actually enjoyed it.

When he first came in, Fu Qingyang's brows were slightly furrowed, and he was preoccupied, but now his brows were relaxed, and his complexion was much gentler.

Zhang Yuanqing pulled over a high-backed chair and sat down, looking at the aloof young master by the desk, and asked:

"How long will it take for the elders to make a decision on how to deal with Xia Houchi?"

"I can't give you an answer," Fu Qingyang shook his head, and then explained:

"Xia Houchi can't run away, but he is a direct descendant of the Xia Hou family. Before dealing with him, we must negotiate with the Xia Hou family. Killing him without warning will affect the relationship between the two forces and even cause conflict."

'This is the butt determining the thinking,' Zhang Yuanqing nodded, expressing his understanding.

The elders think about problems from a different perspective than grassroots personnel, and there would be a problem if they thought the same.

"Then what are the Centurion's plans for the next investigation?"

Fu Qingyang glanced at him without saying a word.

'It seems there is no good way. Indeed, it is too difficult to find a high-level The Way of the Extraordinary who is wholeheartedly hiding, it takes time,' Zhang Yuanqing immediately said:

"Centurion, I remember the night we killed Hengxing Wuji, we discussed that Black Impermanence's motive for lurking in Songhai was because the Fallen Holy Grail had a problem, so Black Impermanence secretly contacted Dark Night Rose to meet them in Songhai."

Fu Qingyang nodded slightly.

Zhang Yuanqing continued:

"Yesterday after work, I thought for a long time... Why does Dark Night Rose want to help Black Impermanence? What benefits can they get?"

Fu Qingyang's eyes narrowed.

Zhang Yuanqing continued to say to himself: "We analyzed that the problem of the Fallen Holy Grail originated from the Demon Lord, and the Demon Lord is a Night Wanderer. He must have used some means to cause the Fallen Holy Grail to have problems, but I am shallow in experience and can't think of anything that can affect the Fallen Holy Grail, a rule-based item."

He didn't point out the ability of the God of Eyes' power field, that would be too deliberate. With Fu Qingyang's knowledge, a light touch would be enough.

Fu Qingyang pondered for a few seconds, his eyes becoming brighter and brighter:

"The only thing that can deal with the Fallen Holy Grail is an item of the same level. I understand the Demon Lord's means of restraining the Fallen Holy Grail."

He glanced at Zhang Yuanqing and explained:

"It's the power of the God of Eyes. High-level Night Wanderers can use and control the power of the sun. As for whether the Demon Lord is using a tool or related items, I need to check the database and apply for permission from Taiyi Sect if necessary.

"Dark Night Rose should want to get it. Although this can't let us directly find Black Impermanence, the more information we understand, the more breakthroughs will appear."

lingdian.

The aloof young master revealed a smile and praised: "Your idea is very good. I was right about you. If you were a Scout, you would be very outstanding."

'Forget it, what's good about being a Scout...' Zhang Yuanqing dared to ridicule Li Dongze like that in front of his face, but he didn't dare to insult the Scout in front of Fu Qingyang, and said regretfully: "Yes, yes."

After leaving the villa, Zhang Yuanqing dialed Wang Qian.

"What are your orders," Wang Qian said respectfully.

'Is the frequency of you contacting me a little too high?'

"Help me tell the Palace Master of the Killing Palace that Xia Houxin was silenced. Also, I hope she can hurry up with the things I asked her to investigate, time is running out," Zhang Yuanqing said in a deep voice.

Wang Qian heard it and was stunned.

On the one hand, she was surprised that Xia Houxin was silenced. Who silenced him?

On the other hand, it was the tone of Yuan Shi Tianzun's urging. He asked her to investigate the matter quickly. People who didn't know would think the Palace Master was his informant.

'The Palace Master... shouldn't be this kid's informant, right?!'

"Okay, okay!" Wang Qian hung up the phone with a confused look.

'Next, I'll go to the Nameless Hotel to inquire about information from the evil professionals there...' Zhang Yuanqing left the villa complex, wandered on the roadside for a long time, and stopped a taxi.

After agreeing on the price, he took a taxi to Jinshan City in the north.

An hour later, Zhang Yuanqing, wearing a baseball cap and mask, stepped into the lobby of the Nameless Hotel.

The woman at the front desk glanced at him, scrutinized him slightly, recognized Zhang Yuanqing, and frowned: "What are you doing here again?"

She was still dressed as she was when they first met, a white shirt with a burgundy suit jacket, the standard hotel staff uniform.

Her features were bright and bold, her eyes were round and charming, and her chest was high and full, full of the charm of a mature woman.

It's just that her expression was indifferent, making her difficult to approach.

Zhang Yuanqing, knowing that the other party was not a brutal person, smiled and said:

"Don't be so wary, I want to make friends with the auntie. Having more friends means more paths."

The beautiful woman narrowed her eyes and sneered:

"If you want to pick me up, you will die miserably. If you have any designs on the group behind me, you will die even more miserably.

"Go back, this is not a place you should come to."

'No, why do you think I want to pick you up? Does the eagle eat the chick?' Zhang Yuanqing slandered in his heart. He fully used his social skills:

"Don't speak so definitively, people need friends, and they must be good at making friends, so that the road will become wider and wider. That day, 'Being Ashamed of Being a Father' made friends with me, so you were able to learn of his last words."

The beautiful woman stared at him for a few seconds and said coldly:

"Tell me your purpose."

Zhang Yuanqing immediately said: "Have you heard of Black Impermanence? The authorities are currently searching for him. Do you have any news about him?"

The beautiful woman mocked: "Do you think that sitting in a hotel, I can help you find the whereabouts of Black Impermanence?"

She pondered for a few seconds and then said: "I can help you inquire at the black market."

Seeing Zhang Yuanqing's confused look, she chuckled and explained:

"Not the kind of black market that your officials allow, but the black market that only evil professionals know about. After all, even heinous scum need to trade.

"But I want to charge labor fees, risk subsidies, and mental damage fees."

'I can understand the labor fees and risk subsidies, but what is the mental damage fee?' Zhang Yuanqing said, "Mental damage fee?"

The woman curled her lips and said matter-of-factly: "Every time I see those ugly and disgusting guys, I feel like I've been raped a hundred times by men."

'Okay, you've blackened yourself so much, what else can I say?' Zhang Yuanqing couldn't find a reason to bargain for a while, so he had to ask:

"Just tell me how much money you want."

"Fifty thousand!" The woman said indifferently: "Regardless of whether I find out any information, no refunds."

'Fifty thousand, if it were the me of the past, I would only be able to take off all my clothes and lie on the bed and say, Auntie, I'm yours tonight. But for the me of now, this is just small money,' Zhang Yuanqing said:

"Deal, my only requirement is speed, the faster the better."

Saying that, he took out his phone: "Let's exchange contact information, what's your name, Auntie?"

The woman said: "Xiaoyuan."

"Good name..."

After leaving the Nameless Hotel, Zhang Yuanqing walked along the road towards Songhai, intending to walk a distance before taking a taxi.

Jinshan City's infrastructure is far worse than Songhai's, especially in this suburban area, where large trucks often travel, so there are cracks and inclines on the side of the road.

"Ding dong~"

The phone in his pocket vibrated, Zhang Yuanqing stopped on the side of the road, took out his phone and checked.

An unread message:

[Have you heard of the legend of the Woman in White Killer? It is said that she is an evil spirit wandering in dreams. Her image is: wearing dirty and filthy white clothes, disheveled hair, and holding a kitchen knife in her hand. Her body is pieced together from the limbs of different people, and her face faces backwards,

She always walks backwards...

[The Woman in White Killer wanders in the dreams of the night, looking for a target to kill. When she decides who to kill, she will knock on the other person's door at midnight and then kill the target.

[The person who receives this message, please forward it to the next person before midnight, otherwise the Woman in White Killer will come to you.]

"What era is this, and there's still this kind of garbage message that threatens to do something if you don't forward it?"

Zhang Yuanqing suddenly remembered the prank messages that were popular in a certain chat software group when he was in middle school, which were in this format.

At this time, a taxi drove over.

He put his phone back in his pocket, reached out to stop the taxi, and when he heard that it was going to Songhai, the driver readily agreed.

Zhang Yuanqing returned to Songhai, the time was 11:00 AM.

He originally planned to find a restaurant on the street to solve his hunger, but he suddenly thought that Squad Leader Teng Yuan had increased the lunch budget for each employee by ten yuan in order to improve employee welfare.

It was originally thirty yuan a meal.

Forty yuan, you can have a very good lunch.

He immediately asked the driver to change the route to the Kangyang District Public Security Bureau.

Stepping into the door of the glass building, in the lounge area on the left, Guan Ya, Teng Yuan, and Jiang Jingwei were sitting around a glass round table for lunch.

Guan Ya ate elegantly, chewing slowly, her red little mouth stained with oil, which was very tempting.

Squad Leader Teng Yuan ate expressionlessly, his eyes slightly dull, lacking enthusiasm for life and food.

Jiang Jingwei was different, she devoured her food, her eating manners were comparable to those of a yellow-haired monkey.

'This girl is obviously very beautiful, but unfortunately she is a Fire Master,' Zhang Yuanqing sighed, instructed the clerical staff to prepare lunch for himself, and then walked towards his teammates with a smile, saying:

"Haha, I came at the right time."

Guan Ya swallowed her food carefully, looked at Zhang Yuanqing who was walking over, and asked:

"You have been a little lazy these past few days."

'This is called the upper beam being not straight, the lower beam being crooked, no, it's responding to the leader's call!' Zhang Yuanqing sat down next to Old Driver Guan, and said:

"I haven't been lazy today, I went on a business trip."

"Hmm?" Guan Ya used a nasal sound to express her doubts.

Zhang Yuanqing explained: "I found a thirty-year-old auntie, gave her a sum of money, and handled some things."

Guan Ya was stunned for a moment, then smiled and said: "Good vision, the auntie in her thirties can teach you a lot of positions."

"If there is a chance, I would also like to learn knowledge from Sister Guan Ya," Zhang Yuanqing said, noticing a red schoolbag placed beside Jiang Jingwei's feet, and asked:

"Jingwei, aren't you going to school anymore?"

Jiang Jingwei raised her head and was startled: "Why are you here?"

'Crude Fire Master!' Zhang Yuanqing repeated the question again.

"Oh, my dad said that work can't interfere with study, so he asked me to bring my homework to the unit to study, and Sister Guan Ya and Squad Leader Teng Yuan can teach me how to do my homework," the red-haired girl said cheerfully.

Guan Ya's face darkened.

Squad Leader Teng Yuan's expression seemed even more world-weary.

'Teach you how to do your homework?' Zhang Yuanqing looked at his two colleagues with pity.

Squad Leader Teng Yuan pushed his glasses and said:

"Yuan Shi, you should be a college student, I think you can teach Jingwei how to do her homework. Guan Ya and I have been away from campus for many years, and our studies are rusty."

"No need, Squad Leader, I went to a third-rate university, and my studies are terrible," Zhang Yuanqing politely refused and quickly changed the subject, saying:

"Squad Leader, I realized that you don't seem to like work?"

Squad Leader Teng Yuan was silent for a moment, and then slowly said:

"I realized a long time ago that this world is full of exploitation. High taxes are the government's exploitation, and high-intensity work is the capital's exploitation.

When I was young, I studied hard, worked my butt off, and didn't dare to rest for a moment, living like a dog.

"After entering society, I have to face exploitation and oppression from all sides, living like a donkey. Life is short, only a hundred years, why should I live so tired?

"I can't change others, but I can change myself."

'How philosophical, no, wait, this seems to be lying flat,' Zhang Yuanqing listened in a daze.

Squad Leader Teng Yuan sighed: "After becoming a The Way of the Extraordinary, I found that the Spirit Realm is also bullshit."

……Zhang Yuanqing could only maintain an awkward but polite smile.

After finishing dinner, Zhang Yuanqing returned to the bedroom and closed the curtains.

He sat at the desk and thought:

"The Palace Master of the Killing Palace hasn't replied to me yet. In theory, she interrogated Xia Houtianwen and got a lot of information. These are all clues to track down Dark Night Rose. Well, Dark Night Rose themselves also know this. The Palace Master said that she wants to guard against the leader of Dark Night Rose coming to her door.

"Auntie Xiaoyuan took my money and should do things properly. I hope she will have clues over there. Little Doubi, don't steal my aunt's underwear again tomorrow, one piece is enough.

"Pa!"

He turned off the lights and went to sleep.

He didn't know how long had passed before Zhang Yuanqing was awakened by a long-lost headache. Messy images flashed quickly in his mind, and all kinds of meaningless noises filled his ears.

Many of these images were memory fragments accumulated from spirit questioning after becoming a Night Wanderer.

Since becoming a The Way of the Extraordinary, with the enhancement of his physique, he gradually said goodbye to the troubles of headaches, so that he forgot to take his medicine on time.

Zhang Yuanqing endured the skull-splitting pain, opened the drawer of the bedside table, fumbled for a small medicine bottle, poured out five or six blue pills, and swallowed them whole.

Then, he threw himself on the bed, waiting for the headache to pass.

"Dong dong!"

At this time, he heard a knock on the door.

'Who is it, knocking on the door in the middle of the night, is it Jiang Yuer?' Zhang Yuanqing endured the pain and sat up, glanced at the electronic alarm clock on the bedside table, the time showed:

00:00

Midnight twelve o'clock.

p: I made it, four thousand words, not bad. I had diarrhea and vomiting today, which made me a little weak. Sleep, sleep, and ask for a monthly ticket by the way.