Become a villain after transmigrating into an infinite game

Chapter 84

Lanzhuang
The gardener was cutting the flower branches, when he heard the sound of the wheelchair, he turned around and said, "You are up."

The morning sun was warm, Quan Heng was wearing a pure white Tang suit, and the eighteen sons on his wrist were warm and moist, making his wrist like jade.

"Well," Quan Heng stretched out his hand, he seemed to be in high spirits today, "Cut the flowers to me."

The gardener responded and handed the flower scissors to Quan Heng.

"Brother Xiaoting, your name..." Mu Jing held Mu Xiaoliu in his arms, and frowned tightly, trying to identify the homework that Sang Ting had finished all night.

"what happened?"

Sang Ting shook the carbon pen feebly, feeling his hands were about to cramp, "A lamp, a pen, a miracle every night, what's your opinion on my miracle?"

"No," Mu Jing shook her head, pursed her lips and whispered, "It's just that this miracle looks so strange, it's different from anything I've seen before."

Sang Ting: "..."

It's good to just say ugly, thank you.

Quan Heng heard it from a distance, and smiled softly: "Don't laugh at your elder brother Xiaoting, his handwriting has been like this since he was a child, and he can't bear to change his temper."

The posture of holding a gun and holding a knife is many times more beautiful than that word.

"Boss," Sang Ting suddenly remembered something, "Does Xiao Wu go to school?"

"Need not."

Quan Heng cut off the miscellaneous leaves, and said in a calm tone, "Those things taught in the school are not of much use to him, what he wants to learn needs you to teach."

"clear."

Sang Ting understood the meaning, glanced at Mu Jing who was somewhat curious, raised his eyebrows and smiled: "Teach you how to play with a gun, teach you physical skills, do you want to learn?

"After you learn it, if someone bullies you, just beat him to the ground. It doesn't matter if you beat him to death."

Mu Jing's eyes lit up, and he responded crisply: "Learn!"

Sang Ting also laughed, and suddenly remembered something: "Oh, that's right."

Then he put aside his "miracle" and rushed to Quan Heng's side: "I'll tell the boss something funny."

"What?" Quan Heng cut off the flower buds on useless branches and leaves.

"A company named 'Modern Rose' opened for business last night, but someone died during the opening ceremony, and it was their model."

Quan Heng paused for a moment, and looked sideways: "Modern rose?"

"It's the fashion company that recruits all female employees, not men."

Sang Ting held his face in his hands, thoughtful, "However, the boss of 'Modern Rose' cooperates with Quan Lin in the business."

"Quan Lin's business? Which part?" Quan Heng returned the flower scissors to the gardener, motioning for Sang Ting to push himself back to the water pavilion.

"Reselling." Sang Ting thought for a while.

"Antique?" Quan Heng's thoughts turned quickly, "You just said that the fashion industry is the fashion company that innovates ancient elements?"

"Yes," Sang Ting nodded, "Their wedding gown that happened to them was actually dug out of the ground by that dog Quan Lin and sold to them."

"A neon wedding dress?"

"Yes," Sang Ting nodded, frowning slightly, "and the organization you asked me to pay attention to is also there."

Quan Heng dialed the Buddhist beads, his eyes darkened slightly: "You mean... the Special Bureau?"

……

Central District - Modern Building
"When we were patrolling, we detected pollution fluctuations here, and reported it back immediately. I didn't expect it to be too late."

The cordon was pulled up, and the entire modern building was sealed off. When Lu Xunian arrived with his men, only the corpse that had been crushed to death on the pillar was left on the scene.

He squatted down and glanced at the bleeding face of the model: "Is she the only one polluted?"

"In theory, after all, there have been no other pollution fluctuations around here."

The patrol captain Mo Yan nodded, and suddenly frowned and looked at the wedding dress on the model: "But we thought it was about the wedding dress at first, but we just scanned and found that there was no pollution residue on the wedding dress, and we tested other There is no place."

"What do you mean?" Lu Xunian paused while checking the wedding dress.

"it means……"

Mo Yan sighed and said frankly: "Just before you came, the pollution fluctuations here disappeared."

"What?" Lu Xunian frowned.

"That's what you heard, no pollution anymore - a waste of time."

Mo Yan was slightly embarrassed, but suddenly realized: "However, it is a good thing if it is an oolong. If there is no pollution, it will be handed over to the general department, and the risk factor will drop sharply!"

Lu Xunian's tone was serious: "Are you sure there is no pollution?"

"I'm sure."

Mo Yan glanced at him, "Do I dare to say this casually? Not to mention that you find it strange, and I am also surprised - we re-tested more than a dozen times before you came, and there is no sign of pollution at all, and the pollution has disappeared by itself.

"Didn't this happen last month? As the new map gets closer and closer, the border barriers will become unstable. It is very likely that when a certain space is unstable, it will cause short-term damage to the human world." Impact, it is very possible that we just detected the leaked contamination."

Mo Yan said in a serious tone: "The deputy director also said that it is possible—and more than ten test results are in front of you. There is no contamination and it cannot be contained."

"……really."

Lu Xunian had to admit that he glanced at the wedding dress on the corpse and got up, "Then hand it over to the general department - follow up and pay attention to whether it is artificial."

If it is not man-made pollution, follow-up still needs to make memory changes.

"Don't worry, I'll follow you till the end." Mo Yan nodded and muttered, "It's actually you who lead the team. I feel uncomfortable handing over the deputy bureau until I come back. They are all rough guys. Now except for our patrol team, we are the housekeepers in the bureau. There are no female compatriots left, and I will go home directly after cleaning up."

Lu Xunian: "..."

Both the special task force and the monitoring women's team were taken away by the deputy bureau, what can I do? !And it was a gathering of the Global Occult Coalition, and every country had exercises!

You didn't go because, like us, you were abused during team selection!
"...You can do whatever you want." Lu Xunian stood up, and suddenly he caught something out of the corner of his eye and looked in a certain direction, "Who is that person?"

Mo Yan followed his gaze and saw that the capable woman who was taking notes was still calm and composed after such a big thing happened, answering the police officer's questions one by one.

"You mean her? The owner of this fashion company, a strong woman who often appears in magazines, is quite famous."

Mo Yan thought for a while:
"——it seems to be called Wen Xiran."

"Employees are dying in front of my eyes, not to mention the psychological shadow, which also destroys the store opening operation of the building, and may even affect the development of the entire brand." Mo Yan said with emotion, "It's not easy to start a business."

Listening to his colleague's words, Lu Xunian withdrew his slightly skeptical gaze: "If it's really pollution, help according to relevant procedures."

"That's for sure."

Mo Yan nodded, and suddenly thought of something, "By the way, your period is almost up, are you going to enter the picture again?"

Lu Xunian's frown slightly relaxed: "Well, I'll go in when I get back."

……

“Can I run Ben with my sister this time?”

After breakfast, Mu Jing, who was watching TV, tilted his head and asked expectantly.

"Of course." Quan Heng smiled, "When your brother Xiaoting goes to school, we will go in."

"It's over, it's over!" Sang Ting took his schoolbag downstairs like a wind, wearing a non-standard school uniform, and he was about to run out, "I'm going to be late, boss, first..."

"Xiaoting," Quan Heng glanced at him, "wait a minute."

Sang Ting paused, "What's the matter, boss?"

Quan Heng lowered his eyes and took off the eighteen sons on his wrist, and handed it to Sang Ting, with a calm tone:
"Put it on."

(End of this chapter)