Bureau of Psychic Creatures Investigation

In an instant, everything returned to calm.

Afterwards, Fu Kuan directly closed the shelter.

"call--"

"I thought it was a master, but I didn't expect it to be some shrimp soldiers and crab generals."

"You can't relax your vigilance, maybe, the terrible thing is yet to come."

There was no relaxed expression on Fu Kuan's face.

And the silver barrier around him gradually dissipated into the air.

In the not-so-bright room, wisps of black "smoke" floated.

"Okay, let's get down to business."

Fu Kuan frowned slightly, then closed the door.

What they didn't know was that the restrictions around the community disappeared without a trace in an instant.

But these restrictions can be clearly monitored by the Ministry of Conspiracy.

Gui Department.

A conference room.

A large screen with densely packed red dots was covered with various lines.

These lines intersect vertically and horizontally to form a large net.

And a round table was surrounded by people.

"Captain, there is a restriction that has disappeared."

"One?"

A middle-aged man raised his eyes on the bridge of his nose and asked in surprise.

"To be precise, it is a restriction in one place."

"where?"

"The part of the textile factory's affiliated courtyard should be the place where a team of subordinates are in charge."

"Disappeared……"

The middle-aged man narrowed his eyes.

The disappearance of the prohibition also proves that the members of the Conspiracy Department have encountered an accident.

Most likely, he died on the spot.

"a?"

"Is it those ghost masters, those bastards from the Cao family?"

A young man fiddled with the pen in his hand and asked casually.

The man with glasses waved his hand, then turned his chair to the big screen.

"Contact them immediately."

"Yes!"

"beep--"

"beep--"

A busy tone appeared, and the man's face became even more gloomy.

"Sure enough, he is dead, send someone over immediately!"

"understand!"

"Remember, don't die, live, but don't die."

"understood!"

The man's eyes were staring at the red dots, and during this period, the red dots on the screen increased instead of decreasing...

The textile factory belongs to the courtyard.

The old man's house.

Fu Kuan closed the bedroom door.

"Old man, those people just now are the ones who want your life!"

"Ah? So serious? I've been an honest old man all my life, how can I..."

"They're here for your tattoo, and we're here for that."

Fu Kuan winked at Cao Lin, and Cao Lin immediately took out the needle.

"Old man, draw a tube of blood, these black lines will disappear, and your illness will be cured."

"Do you want money?"

The old man asked in embarrassment.

Seeing this, Fu Kuan quickly patted the old man's shoulder.

"Old man, look at what you are talking about. How can the people in our police station ask for money! It's free!"

"So that's the case, thank you so much!"

Fu Kuan grinned, while Cao Lin started directly.

There are three black lines on this old man's body.

Two of them, at the wrists of both arms.

And the last one is on the back.

"Grandpa, the blood draw will be slow and may hurt a bit, but it's not a problem at all. It's all for your health."

"Don't be afraid! I've lived most of my life, and I'm still afraid of pain? Come on!"

The old man was also straightforward and rolled up his sleeves.

Cao Lin nodded, and immediately began to draw blood.

The process of drawing blood was very slow, and Fu Kuan was also walking back and forth in the living room.

This old man's family is indeed in some difficulties.

After all, people who live in family homes will not be very good financially.

He looked at a photo on the TV cabinet, a little lost in thought.

In the photo, the old man and a young man are smiling.

And there was only one photo in the whole house.

"Ugh……"

Fu Kuan touched his body, but he didn't bring any cash.

However, he remembered that there seemed to be quite a few bank cards in the field.

He opened the realm, and consciousness wandered in it.

He casually took out a bank card and turned it over.

On the north side of the bank card, the password is written.

He slowly pressed the bank card under a glass and walked to the window.

Outside the window, it was pitch black.

His face was reflected on the slightly dirty glass.

He was also homesick.

If, if he could return to his own world, he might collapse directly.

In fact, Fu Kuan was also a little curious. He hadn't even had a mental breakdown in such a long time.

Came to a strange world, experienced other people's life.

Although this life, for him, was something he never dared to think about before.

But where there is a home, there is warmth.

Fu Kuan naturally understood this point more thoroughly.

He gradually lost his mind...

"Fu Kuan."

Cao Lin yelled softly.

Fu Kuan backed away consciously, and immediately ran to the bedroom.

"How's it going?"

"It's over!"

"Comrade police officer, thank you so much, these dark spots have troubled me for a while, I didn't expect that you can cure me with just half a dot!"

Fu Kuan smiled and said nothing.

"You guys, have you eaten yet?"

"Ate."

"Hey, I don't have anything to give you, so how about it, you wait for me."

The old man left the bedroom directly.

Fu Kuan and Cao Lin looked at each other, not knowing whether to leave or stay.

A few minutes later, the old man happily walked over with a bundle of sausages.

"These things were originally reserved for my son, but this kid hasn't been home for several years, and he hasn't even made a phone call. Well, if this is the case, take these things away."

Fu Kuan looked at the old man's other hand, which was still holding a lot of souvenirs.

Cao Lin smiled awkwardly, and looked at Fu Kuan, as if asking for help.

Fu Kuan stepped forward and reached out to take it.

"Old man, since you are so enthusiastic, I will accept it."

"Accept it! Accept it!"

"Don't say we are receiving gifts!"

Fu Kuan laughed jokingly.

"Then how could it be, the police and civilians are family members!"

"it is good!"

"Old man, there are still people waiting for us to go for treatment, you should rest early, we are leaving first."

"Good good!"

There was even a tear in the old man's eyes.

Fu Broadband led Cao Lin to leave immediately without even looking back.

Cao Lin looked at the pile of special products in Fu Kuan's hand, and muttered, "I said, what do you want these things for?"

"The old man's heart."

"This old man's family is not rich."

"I left him a bank card."

Fu Kuan smiled and stuffed a lot of things into the trunk of the car.

"boarding!"

"Got it!"

And in the room.

The old man watched the two leaving by the window, and sighed helplessly.

The moment he turned around, he seemed to see something.

He walked quickly to the TV cabinet and removed the glass.

After picking up the bank card, the old man's eyes instantly wet...