Supernatural: a Poor Monk Becomes Stronger when He Crosses a Ghost

After negotiating on the way, the sky was getting brighter. Hongyi decided to send the master back to the temple first. He didn't expect the witch hunter to go to the temple to rest together. After introduction, the witch hunter's name was Guan Ning, and she grew up abroad.She didn't say much else.

Hongyi alone pressed the Viscount George to the supernatural bureau.

……

Gu Heng is in a good mood these days.

There have been no difficult cases recently, and Lord Wang in Kyoto has not yet been discharged from the hospital.

The only tricky Royal No. [-] clubhouse has been resolved by Hongyi.

He really goes to work every day, drinking tea and reading newspapers.

Since the official live broadcast of cooperation with station B.

The boss of station B was very interested in registering a VIP account for him, and the virtual currency in it was 10.

Therefore, Director Bangu has one more task.

If I have nothing to do, I will go to the Yan value area to watch the live broadcast of Miss Sister.

Occasionally reward a rocket or something,

Just being called by other local tyrants and local tyrants.

Life is really pleasant.

Last night was unbearably lonely late at night.

Going out for a walk, he could not help walking to the woods in the park, and a milf took him into the woods.

After a transaction of 200 yuan.

Gu Heng went home satisfied.

When I woke up in the morning, I was refreshed. It was not before work time, so I ran to the supernatural bureau early.

Just as soon as he arrived at the gate, he saw Hong Yi leading a foreigner squatting on the steps.

Holding a pancake and fruit in his hand, the foreigner next to him also held a cup of soy milk with a flattering face, and from time to time he handed it to his mouth to let him take a few sips.

What's happening here?

"Hongyi?"

"This is you?" Gu Heng approached and asked strangely.

"Well, Pengsheng's hot pot is hot..."

"You swallow it first! Don't choke."

"Snapped!"

Hong Yi raised his hand and gave Viscount George a slap in the face, motioning to bring the soy milk over.

"Huh... The poor monk pulled someone over. He caught someone last night!" Hong Yi clapped his hands and pulled the Viscount to stand up.

"what?"

Gu Heng was a little confused.

This supernatural bureau is not an ordinary police station, you can just grab someone and get it.

Forget it.

After all, Hongyi has only just joined the job, so it's normal to not understand some things. Young people, when Lu Jian roars at the injustice, the sense of justice is overwhelming and can understand. Who hasn't been young.

"Then let's go, go to the interrogation room and ask."

Gu Heng thought, if the thief will call the police station and take it away.

The Interrogation Room of the Supernatural Bureau.

Viscount George consciously sat on the interrogation chair and fastened the chain.

Gu Heng looked more certain.

This is obviously a repeat offender, no doubt a small case.

"Name!"

In order to save face for Hong Yi, Gu Heng took paper and pen to take notes.

"George!"

"gender!"

"male!"

"Where are you from?"

"European Hungary!"

Viscount George is very cooperative, there is no way not to cooperate, the little monk next to him has been staring with a smile, and, through the blood connection, someone in the clan should soon come to save him, so the ghost won't suffer in front of him.

"Well, it's interesting, what's the case?" Gu Heng took out a cigarette and lit it.

"It's a murder!"