I buried the host, relying on the prophecy, the whole network exploded

Chapter 60 Your Silence Is Too Loud!This host is the most outrageous

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

The coolness in the building added a little chill to his body, but it was far from Yan Jiu's words that made him colder.

Yan Jiu, the director of the funeral home who met Qian Yankai, seemed to have an aesthetics of violence that went against common sense.

Say she has no heart.

But they will adopt ghosts and monsters.

Say she has a heart.

But he regards human life as worthless.

So contradictory.

Lang Zongyi can guess.

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

Who could that person be?
There is no such master in his acquaintance, otherwise he would not have grown into what he is now, a little bit of emotional fluctuation can turn his blood into a beast.

short time together.

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

It's a pity that some people taught Yan Jiu to live well and happily, but no one came to teach him.

otherwise.

He doesn't have to because of the... 4 years ago...

At this time.

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

"My friend, you're going to freak out. I'm the curator of the funeral home. Do you want to leave a contact information? Book now and get a beautiful urn~"

Lang Zongyi: "..." Is this a question that normal carbon-based organisms can think of?
His bright black eyes like a falcon 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 client has already left his contact information! 】

Yan Jiu was suspicious.

She took half a step back.

He took a serious look at Lang Zongyi.

His tall body is as steady as a mountain.

There was no extra expression on his stern face.

The whole body is full of a strong sense of oppression.

He is wearing a black uniform today.

The buttons are buttoned all the way, and people cannot see through the neckline to see inside.

Without the cover of the mask and the brim of the hat, his face carefully carved by an artist is fully exposed.

There was a smell of abstinence all over the body.

Lang Zongyi took a few steps forward.

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

The sense of atmosphere cast naturally shows that he is restrained and calm, ruthless and cold.

System: [Sucking, sucking, so handsome! 】

It secretly took a photo of Lang Zongyi's face, and then silently saved the photo into the data space.

The space is full of handsome photos it collects.

The kind that takes nothing in exchange~
Yan Jiu has no systematic nympho.

Lang Zongyi stopped in front of her and bent slightly.

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

But there was no warmth in those eyes.

obviously.

Lang Zongyi knew what she was like.

It seems to have a sense of distance from her.

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

Ma Weiwei watched from the sidelines trembling with fear, fearing that the two would meet at the peak and confront each other.

Yan Jiu knew Lang Zongyi's surname upon hearing it.

Ma Weiwei was surprised: "Senior knows our boss?"

After she finished speaking, she slapped her head.

Yan Jiu is so good at fortune-telling.

Lang Zongyi can definitely be counted.

In fact.

Yan Jiu was confused in his heart.

She can't figure out Lang Zongyi!
She must not let her master and senior brothers know about this, otherwise they will laugh at her for not being good at learning.

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

That would only make her competitive.

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 ask her to buy an urn, 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 to serve his sentence."

Yan Jiu didn't speak.

She walked up to the cigar man.

Just raising your hand is a resounding slap.

Yan Jiu shook his hands: "Your silence is too noisy."

Everyone looked at the cigar man who was stunned by Yan Jiu's fan: You just want to find a reason to beat him up! ?
System: […] I have followed so many hosts, this one is the most outrageous.

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

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

On the contrary, there is some envy.

In his place.

Many things are involuntary.

Can't be angry, can't beat.

A person who doesn't follow the rules suddenly appears, and he somehow understands Ma Weiwei's idea of ​​strongly recommending Yan Jiu, because Yan Jiu is too suitable for breaking the rules of the workplace.

Shortly after.

The cigar man woke up, and he clamored that the special agency cannot detain innocent people at will without evidence.

Ma Weiwei said involuntarily: "You are involved in multiple disappearance cases. This is a search warrant and an arrest warrant. If there is any injustice, let's leave it to the court and call it to the presiding judge."

The cigar man's heart is ashamed.

He is not going to die.

But they have to face the ending that life would be 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 agrees: "It really shouldn't be like this."

Ma Weiwei is puzzled: "Senior?"

With Yan Jiu's character.

No matter what, he is also jealous.

Impossible to be spoken by the sinful.

just heard.

Yan Jiu stared straight at the cigar man's helpless struggle: "You should go to hell to atone for your sins."

Ma Weiwei understood: This is the correct way for Yan Jiu to open.jpg
The cigar man heard Yan Jiu's dark words.

He remembered the fear of being dominated by Yan Jiu's fist, and immediately stopped complaining.

Kneeling and begging Ma Weiwei and others to take him away.

Ma Weiwei: "..." As for how to bring the suspect to justice quickly, the answer - Senior Yan has to step in.

When the cigar man was taken away by the organization members.

Yan Jiu still did not leave the office.

She didn't stop the cigar man from "escaping".

He only looked at the mezzanine that was sealed off by a wall.

Lang Zongyi's deep voice was full of doubts: "What did curator Yan see?"

Yan Jiu turned around and looked at Lang Zongyi.

The jet-black uniform meticulously wrapped Lang Zongyi's body with broad shoulders and a thin waistline.

The special badge on Lang Zongyi's chest was shining brightly, shining with the awe-inspiring light of justice.

no doubt.

Lang Zongyi is trustworthy.

Yan Jiu chose to tell the truth, and was not worried that someone would cover her up: "Aren't you making things difficult for evidence collection?"

Her plain words were like a sandstorm, sweeping the entire spiritual world of the cigar man.

The cigar man was so scared that his face turned pale.

Lang Zong instantly understood Yan Jiu's overtones: "Could it be his criminal evidence inside."

Yan Jiu just sat on the sofa beside him, closed his eyes and meditated: "Mr. Lang might as well take a look for himself."

Lang Zongyi quietly looked at Yan Jiu, who was wrapped in the illusion of comfort, and the years have brought her a good time.

Simultaneously.

It also made the real Yan Jiu disappear in a cloud of fog, making it impossible for outsiders to find out Yan Jiu.

Lang Zongyi vaguely felt that fate had cruelly taken away the love net carefully woven for Yan Jiu by others.

Yan Jiu, who had lost her love, groped forward.

Out of the way now.

Lang Zongyi also saw it.

In the long years.

There is a heart that falls into deep sleep forever.

No one can wake it up.

No one can walk into Yan Jiu's heart.

While looking at Yan Jiu, the whites of Lang Zongyi's eyes would turn dark as ink in the blink of an eye.

After a while, he slowly withdrew his gaze from the examiner, no longer trying to see through Yan Jiu.

after all.

Under the impermanent wheel of fortune.

Who is better than whom.

(End of this chapter)