I’m Really Scared

　　 Xia Lei was sweating coldly, and his heart sank even more.

　　 "Since Shen Dinghua can quietly change what I want to say, naturally it can also change my actions..."

　　 After thinking of this, he gave up the idea of ​​shooting now.

　　 In the case of a "screen" to maintain the enchantment, if such an extremely dangerous superpower can be eliminated, he will fight for the recurrence of the old injury and use his full strength, even if the opponent is killed because of anger, it doesn't matter.

　　 But there is no enchantment, and no other measures, he will cause the entire building to die together.

　　 Such a price is something he cannot bear.

　　 When the consciousness was controlled, Xia Lei was already an isolated island.

　　 When the unilateral information flow was blocked, Xia Lei could not even pass on his warning, telling others that "Shen Dinghua is a dangerous supernatural person".

　　 Not to mention whether it is possible that he is thinking about the moment of shooting and committing suicide directly with his backhand. Even if he can shoot, he will probably be mistaken by others for killing innocent people...

　　 There is no way to break the game!

　　 Xia Lei took a deep breath, thinking that at least his words were distorted to a limited extent. At least he was going to eat Mala Tang instead of Wallace.

　　 This shows that Shen Dinghua still takes care of...

　　 But even so, Xia Lei already felt that the reputation he had accumulated in the first half of his life was in jeopardy, and he was about to slip into the abyss of forcibly demanding bribes and picking up small bargains.

　　 Xia Lei looked at Shen Dinghua's unchanged smile, and sighed in his heart, knowing that there must be no way to get Shen Dinghua today.

　　In the future...I don't know if there is a chance.

He was silent for some time while he was thinking. Seeing that Li Zhiying’s expression was already with a trace of imperceptible irony and sullenness, he waved his hand quickly and said, “Just kidding, President Li don’t take it seriously. You buy some."

He asked the guys in the logistics department to put down the tea cans and said awkwardly: "It's true that this time I came here only for a business trip. Time is tight. I will go back to the headquarters soon. I don't have time to stroll around. I have been looking forward to it for a long time, and it happens that President Li has this place. It is inevitable that Lie Xinxi will be a little anxious to speak."

　　 Xia Lei's words are sincere, his expression is serious, and his temperament is very convincing.

　　 Li Zhiying's face only improved, although he was still very confused about the act of asking for tea when the officer Xia was suddenly stern—the expression was almost as if he was about to rob.

　　 But the other party said so, she couldn't help but step down.

　　 Li Zhiying's tone was calm and authentic: "You don't need to buy it, it's just tea. It's good for you to keep a souvenir."

　　 Xia Lei secretly breathed a sigh of relief, as long as she talked to Shen Dinghua's facial features, she really hadn't been changed.

He shook his head, and logically asked the logistics staff to put the tea back, hehe smiled: "In this case, how am I so embarrassed to have it for nothing? I can see that you like this tea very much, so I don't want it. "

　　 "……"

　　 Li Zhiying was going to be confused, and somehow she asked for tea strongly, and turned her head and said no...

　　 If you don’t understand, ask, is this Officer Xia a split personality?

　　 Even if she met so many people of all kinds in the news media industry, she had never seen such a polarizing attitude.

　　 But everyone said no, the tea was stuffed back, and Li Zhiying couldn’t forcefully send it out again. Before leaving, she worriedly asked again: "Then do you have anything else?"

　　 "It's gone, it's gone."

　　 Xia Lei could not laugh or cry: "Excuse me for a while and we will leave."

　　 Li Zhiying still didn't seem to see Shen Dinghua, and she did not forget to close the door intimately when she walked out.

　　 Now, there are only people from the Tean group, Guan Shan and Shen Dinghua left in this office.

　　 Xia Lei looked at Guan Shan, adjusted his mentality, stretched out his hand and made a please gesture, with a smile on his face and said warmly: "Please sit down."

　　 The attitude is incredible.

　　 And he didn’t avoid Comrade Xiao Shen, it doesn’t seem to be a secret...

　　Before Guanshan, I guessed whether this special security group would be a secret organization, which specializes in handling supernatural events. Now it seems to be too

Guan Shan raised his eyebrows, sat down with Shen Dinghua, and said, "Just tell me, what do you want me to do for you? Let me talk about it first. I'm just an ordinary reporter. If you want me to solve a big case, you can I got the wrong guy."

　　 Xia Lei twitched the corners of his mouth, and walked unscathed in the 2,000-degree molten iron, and by the way, he tore up a "ordinary little reporter" with a supernatural person?

　　 Those who died in your hands have heard that they can’t come alive and ask: "Are you polite?"

But what is even more exaggerated is that after Guan Shan finished speaking, Shen Dinghua's head followed the chicken pecking rice harder, and her face was tense pretentiously, and she said nervously: "Well, Shan is just a reporter. It was broken last time. The case was also a coincidence, and those people had knives in their hands at the time, which was very dangerous."

　　Shen Dinghua worried: "If you help the police again, and Xiaoshan is targeted by criminals and injured, what should I do?"

　　 No matter how dangerous, where are you two dangerous?

　　 Where did the remaining young people who were confessed by Tian Bin but disappeared? The police don't know, can Guan Shan know?

　　 Considering that Guan Shan thought Shen Dinghua was an ordinary person, he chose to conceal and resist the possibility of the special security team... Damn, Xia Lei felt that she had never been so speechless in her life.

　　 "Can you be honest and fair in your life!"

　　 Xia Lei wanted to say that, but unfortunately he couldn't.

　　 However, since Shen Dinghua said so, then the meaning is probably already very clear, that is, he does not want Guan Shan to join the special safety group and involve them too much.

　　 However... it was obvious that Guan Shan "passed by" every time and then "killed all".

　　Understood, Xia Lei changed his mind flexibly, that is, I don't want them to take the initiative to find Guan Shan to do things, keep the status quo as Jiang Taigong, and wait for Guan Shan to "take the bait" and help, right?

　　 Xia Lei couldn't help but think hard: "This is really quite a kind of domineering,'I gave you ~www.readwn.com~ is yours. I won't give it to you, you can't grab it'."

　　 What else can he do?

　　 Say no now. Later, he might say that he is going to eat ten set meals at the Wallace store without toilets tonight, and execute it.

Xia Lei and Yan Yue happily took out a form and a contract, and said: "It's okay, this time I come here to ask if you have any ideas for a special non-staff personnel, the function of our special security team and the normal law enforcement agency. It's not the same, it won't let you solve the case or something."

　　 Guan Shan asked puzzled: "Then what do you give me this quota for?"

　　 He tentatively guessed: "Could it be because...that bus that night?"

　　 Whatever encounters a supernatural event is the setting of the people in the circle.

　　 Xia Lei groaned: "To some extent, isn't it."

　　 The bus battle made them absolutely sure that Guanshan has at least a C-level and is on the same line with them.

　　 Guan Shan touched his chin and read the form again: "So that's it... Then do I have any obligations?"

　　 Xia Lei glanced at Shen Dinghua, shook his head and smiled and said: "No, just go to our Hangzhou branch regularly to sign up, and there are welfare subsidies."

　　 Guan Shan's eyes lit up: "Subsidy? How much?"

　　 Xia Lei thought for a while, and said: "According to your current level, it is 200,000 a month."

　　 Guan Shan was taken aback, and the pen in his hand almost fell: "How much?!"

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　　Ps1: Thank you Yue Meng, 98 Street Xiu Qiao, four poems for how many yuan, flying west and east fluttering for rewards!

　　Ps2: Put a bowl here (looking forward)