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Yan Junge couldn't believe it when he heard this. Is Feng Zhi not dead?

Has the person been hiding in the Shizi Street Prison?

How can this be?

Before he could think about it, the person on the ground had already raised his head, and his appearance looked exactly like Feng Zhi's.

However, there is still something different. His eyes are green and his face is pale.

Seeing Yan Junge's delay in speaking, Zhang Yiyan glanced at him and frowned imperceptibly. He wanted to investigate the case, but why was he still mumbling.

You might as well ask yourself,

"Feng Zhi, how did you die? Who is the murderer? Where is your body?"

Feng Zhi knelt on the ground. He was a little afraid of this long-haired man. Although he was good-looking, he was too cruel and was thrown away with a slap.

After thinking about these three questions carefully, my head shook like a rattle.

Zhang Yiyan counted a few times with his fingers and frowned slightly, "One soul is missing."

"You said this is Feng Zhi's ghost? Zhang Ke, there is a limit to joking." Yan Junge looked at Zhang Yiyan, a little surprised that he would say such superstitious words.

Forget about being superstitious, it’s still so blatant, it’s a compass and it’s made of yellow paper.

But is the translucent Feng Zhi on the ground a projection? AI?

Zhang Yiyan ignored him and took a few steps forward to Feng Zhi, who shrank in fear.

The index finger of his right hand circled lightly from the center of his eyebrow a few times, and a red line of Qi wrapped around the fingertip.

His eyes flashed, and he had a plan in mind.

With a wave of his left hand, he removed the talisman. In the next moment, Feng Zhi turned into black smoke and fled out.

Yan Junge was stunned. Is this really a ghost? Have you hit a ghost?

As a result, Zhang Yiyan left without even a word of explanation.

Without thinking, he stepped forward and grabbed his arm, "Zhang Yiyan, what on earth are you doing?"

The moment his fingertips touched the corner of his clothes, Zhang Yiyan immediately turned around.

Very quickly, he stretched out his left hand and pinched the opponent's neck. With a strong force, the 160-pound man was lifted directly up. The next second, he was thrown directly to the ground.

Zhang Yiyan looked down at the person who fell to the ground, his eyes cold, "Don't touch me."

After speaking, he turned his head and left.

Yan Junge covered his neck and coughed violently twice. He couldn't believe that he was lifted up and then thrown out as if he was throwing something dirty.

Grass! ! ! My uncle can't bear it, but my aunt can't either.

I remember Yan Junge, who worked hard step by step for more than ten years, and finally became the leader of the detachment. What kind of vicious person I have never seen, but today he was picked up and thrown by a young boy.

The key is that the person carrying him is just a little kid, probably not even 1 meters tall.

With a height of 189cm and a weight of 160kg, is it really possible that I am just a decoration?

The more he thought about it, the angrier he became, so he quickly got up and chased after him.

Zhang Yiyan followed the blood line in his hand and walked all the way to the office area on the second floor. When he came to an office, he turned the door handle but it didn't turn. He locked the door...

"Zhang Yiyan, what are you doing? What did you mean just now? You attacked me." Yan Junge walked over angrily, and the man with a loud voice frowned.

Zhang Yiyan narrowed his eyes dangerously, feeling that he had reached the limit of his endurance.

The smell of smoke lingering in his nose all day long made him dizzy.

Colleagues who are polite on the surface but always make sarcastic remarks are obviously not convinced by themselves, but they don't say it directly.

I don’t know the whole story, but I secretly talk about myself as a related household.

Want to solve the case, but accuse yourself of feudal superstition,,,

The day's hypocrisy and coercion had consumed all his patience, and his tone was unconsciously cold, "Are you yelling at me?"

Yan Junge didn't expect him to react like this. Why was his temper even bigger than his own? He touched his neck in embarrassment. The feeling of suffocation just now seemed to still be there, "I,,,"

Before he could continue speaking, Zhang Yiyan had already lost the patience to listen. He used his hands to inject his mental power directly into the lock cylinder.

"click"

The door lock turned, and then he pushed the door open and walked in. Yan Junge frowned and followed quickly.

As a result, when I entered the door, I saw Zhang Yiyan standing in front of a work station as if he was rummaging for something. He was about to curse, but suppressed his anger when he caught his sight.

He said coldly, "Zhang Ke, this is an office area, but it is monitored. You can just flip through their belongings at will..."

Zhang Yiyan ignored him directly, and without waiting for him to finish, he waved his left hand lightly, and the originally locked drawer immediately popped open.

"you,,,"

Yan Junge exclaimed, a little suspicious of what he just saw. Did he open the drawer without contact?

As a result, the next second, Zhang Yiyan waved his palm again, and the things in the drawer scattered, and some even fell to the ground.

At the bottom of the drawer, I took out a small box and looked at it. Sure enough, it was stained with Feng Zhi's ghost spirit. This may be why Feng Zhi's soul could enter this house.

At this time, there was a commotion at the door. Lu Qing and several team members gathered at the door, looking at Yan Junge and then at Zhang Yiyan.

The situation was clear at a glance. Everyone's eyes were fixed on Zhang Yiyan, with a strong momentum that he would never give up until he explained clearly.

Kong Feng took a step forward, his sharp black eyes staring closely at the box in Zhang Yiyan's hand.

"Zhang Ke, I remember this office is locked, and my drawer door is also locked."

"Aren't you going to explain?"

Zhang Yiyan opened the box and raised his eyebrows slightly when he saw the badge inside. The ghost's aura became stronger. Sure enough, he was possessed by the badge.

He held it in his hand and played with it twice, then turned to look at Kong Feng, "Is this given to you by Feng Zhi?"

Kong Feng was a little surprised, but still nodded, "The thing was given by Feng Zhi, but it was not done privately by you,,,"

Before he could finish, Zhang Yiyan interrupted him directly, "Pack up your things and go find Feng Zhi's body."

"what?"

Everyone was a little unresponsive. Why was he suddenly looking for a body? He knew where the body was? How do you know?

But Lu Qing still arranged to take action immediately. She wanted to see what kind of medicine Zhang Yiyan was selling.

Zhang Yiyan was still sitting in the back seat of Yan Junge's car, but this time there was Lu Qing in the car. She wanted to ask Zhang Yiyan for any clues he suddenly had.

But along the way, apart from turning left, turning right, and going straight, Zhang Yiyan didn't say a single word.

The car quickly drove out of the city, went up and down the elevated highway, and drove for almost two hours. After twists and turns, they finally arrived at a village. It was already dark and only their car was driving.

Lu Qing kept looking at Zhang Yiyan in the back seat. Why did he have his eyes closed? Commanding with eyes closed?

His eyes signaled Yan Junge to look at the person behind him. Yan Junge frowned and glanced, not knowing what was going on.

The two of them made eye contact for a long time, both of them confused as to what was going on with this person.

But since he is so sure that he can find the body, let's verify the authenticity of his words.

"Turn left and stop in front of the fifth tree."

Lu Qing glanced at the back seat again, seeing that his eyes were still closed, and secretly winked at Yan Junge. The two of them had a tacit understanding and did not refute.

After the car stopped, Zhang Yiyan opened the door and got out of the car. However, he staggered and immediately steadied himself. It was already dark, and the two people didn't notice anything unusual about him.

He had just used too much mental power to drive Feng Zhi's soul to contact the corpse, and he was a little exhausted at the moment.

He took a deep breath, suppressed the discomfort in his body, and walked forward, "Follow me."

Others got out of the car one after another, looked at each other, and followed in silence.

I walked straight to a house behind the tree and saw the dark iron door. When I pushed it, the iron door made a creaking sound, causing a burst of dog barking.

Others don't know what he means. Isn't this just a warning?

The next moment, the iron door was pushed open directly, and under the action of inertia, the iron door hit the wall with a loud noise, which was particularly ear-piercing in the silent night.

Lights came on quickly inside the house, illuminating a courtyard. A man walked out while lifting his pants, picked up the pole placed against the wall and waved it cursingly.

"You son of a bitch, if you dare to steal anything from my house, I'll beat you to death."

After seeing the seven or eight people at the door, the man stopped cursing and said in a bad tone with his big yellow teeth, "Why are there so many of you coming to my house so late at night?"

"Get out of here right now, or I'll report you to the police."

Zhang Yiyan stretched out his left hand, grabbed his pole, squeezed it hard, and the wooden pole broke.

Not only this man, Yan Junge, Lu Qing and others were all shocked, and no one said anything for a moment.

Zhang Yiyan dusted off the crumbs on his hands and walked directly into the yard. The big yellow dog that was originally barking arrogantly whimpered when it caught his eyes, shrank its head and hid in its den with its tail between its legs.

He raised his finger and pointed to the firewood pile in the corner, "Under the firewood pile, in the cellar."