Bureau of Psychic Creatures Investigation

Zhou Changsheng pushed open the door abruptly, and his face froze as soon as he entered.

"Pay... pay the team?"

Afterwards, with a beaming smile on his face, he quickly stepped forward and hugged Fu Kuan.

"Good guy, you've been away for so many days, we miss you so much."

"Do you really want to imagine?"

"That must be true."

Zhou Changshengle couldn't close his mouth.

In the next second, he returned to the subject directly.

Zhou Changsheng took out a crumpled piece of paper.

"Old Zhou, how is the investigation going?"

"Now the members of the first team are scattered in various places in the capital, and they are doing their best to investigate this matter, but there is already a clue. Look at this piece of paper."

Zhou Changsheng spread this crumpled piece of paper on the table, ironed it flat with his hands, and then talked about it.

"The series of numbers on this paper should be the key."

"number?"

Fu Kuan frowned slightly, could it be the coordinates?

But he didn't think that the instigator behind this would play such a boring trick with them.

"Old Zhou, do you think this is really a clue?"

"Why not?"

Zhou Changsheng looked puzzled.

In fact, he had a hard time getting this piece of paper.

Fu Kuan stepped forward, picked up the paper and looked out the window.

Indeed, it was just an ordinary piece of paper, and there was nothing strange about it under the light.

And on this paper, there is not even a little bit of other breath.

This point made Fu Kuan puzzled.

Logically speaking, if it is a piece of paper with clues, more or less, there will be some special atmosphere left.

Such as Yin Qi, or dead Qi.

But this piece of paper is not the slightest strange.

"Fu team, what do you think?"

Shangguan Hai also stood aside, silent.

Fu Kuan, on the other hand, slowly placed the paper on the desk, propped his hands on the desk, and shook his head slightly.

This move really made everyone puzzled.

"Useless?"

"No... it may be the coordinates, or it may have some special meaning, or there may be some connection between these numbers, but I still think that the person behind it, whether it is a ghost master or an awakener, is very important. It is very likely that such a trick will not be used."

"I agree."

Cao Lin hastily interrupted.

The entire capital city is covered by a big net, leaving a piece of paper for the investigation bureau to discover?

This is really a bit too incredible.

And there are too many uncertain factors in it. If this piece of paper is destroyed or not found by the investigation bureau, how can this matter be explained?

He smiled slightly and said directly: "Old Zhou, where did you find this thing?"

"On the top floor of the radio tower."

"Broadcast tower?"

"Yes! Because just a few hours ago, there was an inexplicable aura fluctuating on the broadcasting tower, and it was very obvious. I thought it might have seduced us, so I took the risk to have a look, and then found this suspicious paper."

"What about the specific details?"

Fu Kuan turned around, leaned against the desk, and slightly closed his eyes.

"To be more specific, this... this piece of paper was a ball at the time, and it was thrown on the ground, but the entire top floor was empty, and it was cleaned very cleanly. Such a crumpled piece of paper is too suspicious. , so I just..."

What Zhou Changsheng meant was self-evident.

The reason why he felt a little weird about this paper was because it appeared too abruptly.

Therefore, this judgment is made.

Fu Kuan nodded.

It was true, but it didn't convince him.

"Old Zhou like this, you continue to look for it, we will divide into two groups."

"Row!"

Zhou Changsheng looked around and ran out immediately.

The office was silent, and Shangguan Hai didn't know what he was thinking with his head down.

for a long time.

"Fu team, what do you think?"

"Lao Zhou's clue may not be useless. Let the team members try to decipher it first, arrange all the work at hand, and then you and I will go out for a while."

"Row!"

As soon as Yan Ru heard that she was going out, she immediately got excited.

He strode out of the office directly, and there were only the three of them left in the room.

"Fu Kuan, I think this big network wants to investigate clearly, we still have to start from the source."

"source?"

"That's right, it is the composition of this big net. We must first understand what this big net is."

Fu Kuan frowned slightly, yes!
It seems that they don't even know the ingredients of this big net yet.

However, it is as difficult as going to the sky to extract a little bit of the ingredients of the big net.

You know, this big net is at an altitude of hundreds of meters or even thousands of meters.

Human power is impossible.

Let the drones?

It also seems a bit difficult.

"Well, go to Zhang's house with me first, and let's put this matter aside."

"Row."

Cao Lin readily agreed.

Shangguan Hai never said a word, taking advantage of Yan Ru's busy time, Fu Kuan also began to question him.

"Shangguan, what do you coffin bearers do?"

"Carrying the coffin..."

"what?"

"It's just carrying the coffin."

Fu Kuan was a little surprised by Shangguan Hai's answer.

Indeed, what else can a coffinbearer do but bear a coffin.

"What coffin to carry?"

"There are those who carry the coffin of the dead, and there are others."

"Dead man's coffin? Isn't this the only coffin..."

Fu Kuan has a black line.

"There are also living coffins."

Shangguan Hai's words were astonishing, and Fu Kuan's heart seemed to shake.

"Living coffin? What do you mean?"

"The coffins in which living people live are, for example, fake corpses, or people who are still alive, or people possessed by ghosts...The coffins in which these people sleep are called living coffins."

This was the first time Fu Kuan had heard of it.

"That……"

"I'm just a coffin bearer."

"Um……"

Fu Kuan nodded and did not continue to ask.

After 15 minutes, Yan Ru ran back with a face full of excitement.

"Okay, it's all done, let's go."

A few people drove to Zhang's house immediately. The manor was still the same, but the flowers, plants and trees were well pruned. It could be seen that Steward Cheng had put in a lot of effort.

"drop--"

A car whistle sounded.

After a while.

Butler Cheng limped open the door.

"Old Cheng, it's me."

"Fu Kuan?"

Butler Cheng breathed a sigh of relief, and quickly let a few people in.

"Old Cheng, what's the matter with your leg?"

"Old problem, old problem, but in the past few days, the pain has been severe."

"Where's Mr. Zhang? Are you resting?"

"No, I'm reading, don't bother me."

"Row."

The rest followed Fu Kuan and walked into the villa slowly.

Pushing open the door of the study room, Fu Kuan saw the lame Zhang lying on the recliner at a glance.

On Zhang Laizi's left hand were all kinds of melons, fruits and tea, while on his right hand was an ancient book.

"Elder Zhang."