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On the other side, Zhang Tianming was driving, while Zhang Tianyuan and Zhang Yiyan were resting with their eyes closed in the back seat.

There was no conversation along the way. After arriving at the gate of the Municipal Bureau and meeting Zheng Enmin, they went directly to the morgue together.

Seeing the tied up and broken body, Zheng Enmin couldn't help but frown. He had just understood what happened, "Tianyuan, this body is in such a state, it's hard to explain to Qian Jia's family!"

"It will always make sense if you come forward and explain in person!"

"Hey, that's the only way!"

"Tianyuan, what should we do next? You tell me, I will cooperate!"

Zhang Tianyuan made a gesture to calm down and signaled Zhang Yiyan with his eyes. The latter nodded, took a step forward and turned his back to Zheng Enmin.

His eyes slowly closed, his eyeballs turned around, and then opened again with his double pupils. He scanned Qian Jia's body twice, and finally locked his sight on the head.

The five fingers formed into claws, the spiritual power circulated, and the palms gathered strength. In just a moment, three steel needles with hollow golden flowers on the top were slowly sucked out from the top of the head!

Handing the steel needle with black glow to Zhang Tianyuan, Zhang Yiyan blinked his eyes and immediately returned to normal, "I came to see the body the day it was found, and there was nothing like this."

Zheng Enmin frowned and stared at the three steel needles. "You mean someone secretly inserted them later? What is the purpose of these needles?"

The three looked at him without saying anything. Zheng Enmin finally reacted, "Because the steel needle pierced into the brain, the corpse came alive and attacked Huang Yong and the others!"

Zhang Yiyan nodded, "Director Zheng, the autopsy report is out, and the body can be cremated. If we keep it any longer, I'm afraid something might happen."

Suddenly, Zhang Yiyan had a guess. Nowadays, people are cremated before being buried after death. Could it be that the corpses used by the gravediggers for cultivation were stolen or bought from the morgue?

"No problem, I'll send someone to do it. The murderer has been caught and it's time to hold the funeral!" Zheng Enmin made a phone call and a small team of people soon arrived.

They were dressed in black, black pants and black shoes, looking very professional, and wearing black masks and gloves. Like a special forces team, they quickly put Qian Jia's body in and carried it away, and replaced the door of the big office with a new one, and moved a new file cabinet.

Looking at the messy office, with broken documents everywhere, and the technical room just now, why did they control the corpse to attack Huang Yong and his team tonight? "Director Zheng, maybe attacking Huang Yong and his team was not the purpose, but destroying the case documents! And Huang Yong and his team happened to be in the room, attracting attention!"

The answer to who wants to destroy the case materials is obvious! The Lu family!

Zheng Enmin nodded to show that he understood! He looked at his watch. It was 2 a.m. Seeing that the three of them had a lot of things with them, he guessed that they had other things to do, and said, "Leave it to me. You've worked hard!"

The three of them didn't say anything else and just turned around and left!

Zhang Tianyuan went up to the rooftop, while Zhang Yiyan and Zhang Tianming went straight out of the office building. They wanted to set up a formation, a very large formation that would cover the entire municipal bureau.

Zhang Yiyan and Zhang Tianming each held four palm-sized clay figures as substitutes. They found eight positions in the city bureau and buried the clay figures in them to form the Eight Directions Yang Protection Formation, also known as the Golden Bell Cover! It was supposed to be eight living people, but after some changes, they painted faces on the clay figures and wrote eight characters on them as substitutes!

After the burial, Zhang Yiyan returned to the morgue. Zheng Enmin and the team had already left.

Looking at the slightly eerie morgue, Zhang Yiyan did not feel scared.

A gust of cold wind blew past, ruffling his long hair. He thought about what his master had said, that Yin formations are usually some energy fields of the netherworld, gathering negative energy. Therefore, usually in the mountains, forests, morgues, morgues, cemeteries and other places, entering them would feel chilly and eerie.

He took out a pure yang wooden gourd made of wood struck by lightning and placed it at the center of the formation. He also took out the Five Emperors' coins and set up a formation to neutralize yin and break evil.

After finishing everything, he left quickly. When he reached the stairwell, he paused and looked down. A team member who was walking down the stairs suddenly looked up. Through the gap, their eyes met. The latter was slightly startled, as if he didn't understand when Zhang Yiyan came back after he had clearly left.

When I looked again, there was no figure! Could I have seen it wrong?

No, I couldn't have seen it wrong!

After leaving the office building, they got in the car and disappeared from sight under the cover of night, as if nothing that happened tonight had happened!

Rooftop

Zhang Tianyuan had already set up the formation, with a bronze bell in the middle. Seeing the two people coming up, he looked up to the east and said, "It will be dawn in an hour, let's wait a while!"

Zhang Yiyan and Zhang Tianming looked at each other, nodded, and retreated to the open space behind. The former glanced at the dozens of unread messages on his phone, most of which were sent by Yan Junge. Just as he was about to put them away and not reply, his mind suddenly flashed through the expression of Yan Junge hugging him pitifully and asking him to reply to the message. He raised the corners of his lips and replied.

The person on the other side immediately displayed the words "typing in progress", it seems that this person has not slept yet!

After a brief chat, Zhang Yiyan urged Yan Junge to go to bed and said that he would go back as soon as possible!

Yan Junge tossed and turned in bed and couldn't fall asleep. He sent a few messages but the other party didn't reply. His eyebrows were twisted so tightly that they could kill flies. It was almost dawn, why didn't he come back? He couldn't fall asleep alone in bed!

I jumped out of bed, walked out of the room, and was thinking of getting a can of beer, but then I heard some rustling sounds.

What the hell!

Although he knew that the zombies would not be able to get in, he was still a little panicked. He took the big sword that Zhang Yiyan left for him and slowly approached the direction where the sound came from!

After kicking the door open and seeing the scene inside, Yan Junge rolled his eyes and said, "You guys are not sleeping, but playing games together. Such childish games!"

The picture of little Mary was playing on the huge screen, it was really enough!

The big sword swung, "And you, Lao Yao, didn't you cry out that you are a patient? Why are you still following them?"

Yao Yuan leaned back on the sofa, holding a game controller in his hand, and said shamelessly, "Hey! I've been lying down for several days. It just so happens that they are here, let's play together!"

"No, what's your look? You're carrying a huge sword! Hey! You know what, this sword looks pretty real!"

He stretched out his hand to take it and look at it, but Yan Junge took a step away, looking a little disgusted, "What do you mean by look like that? This is a real sword, with a sharpened blade. It's a magic weapon, do you understand?"

"I know, I know!" Le Sheng immediately raised his hand, still chewing on a chicken claw. "This is Brother Zhang's sword. I used it last time. Chopping those zombies is like chopping kohlrabi. It's effortless!"

Huang Yong and Chen Hao had seen it before, and they also echoed the story, which made Yao Yuan even more curious. He shamelessly came over to take a look, but he didn't see anything special!

"This sword looks good, but I have a gun, it's more powerful than this!"

Huang Yong stretched out his index finger and shook it, "Nonono~~Brother Yao, you only know one side of the story. It looks like an ordinary big sword, but it depends on who uses it! If it was Brother Zhang, Master, or Uncle Master using it, you might not even have the chance to draw your gun!"

The tip of his finger flicked the sword, making a crisp sound. Yao Yuan was really curious! "When your brother Zhang comes back, I really want to see it!"