Kuai Chuan: I really don’t want to be a villain

"You can take it off if you're afraid of sprained ankles." The woman said, smiling, and talking to Song Qiao in a familiar manner.

They know each other and are very familiar with each other. Feng Yi judged in his heart.

"Have you found the person I'm looking for?" Song Qiao still didn't take off his shoes, walked aside in a few steps and sat on the sofa.

"Changed bodyguards? No one in the Song family can threaten you, right?" The woman walked to the sofa opposite Song Qiao and sat down, teasing.

Song Qiao snorted, "If I hadn't captured the Song family, I wouldn't have dared to come see you, Qi Lan, Sister Qi."

Qi Lan is the leader of the Youth Gang, the largest gang in Xiahai City and even the entire east. Over the years, she has relied on the financial help secretly provided by Song Qiao to annex and integrate the underground forces in the entire east.

In the previous life, Song Qiao relied on Qi Lan's help to bring down Song Feng and his son, but this also exposed Qi Lan. Before her death, it seemed that Qi Lan was attracted by a certain prince in the Beijing circle. Know how to refuse to run away.

"What are you talking about? I have already said it. If you can't take over the Song family, come to me. If you still need something to eat, sister, I have been thinking about supporting you for a long time." Qi Lan said with a smile, Zhang Yang Song Qiao's beautiful face was electrifying.

Feng Yi stood behind Song Qiao, his expression behind the mask remained unchanged, but he was silently complaining in his heart.

"It's really not serious."

She guessed correctly.

If Song Qiao knew that the person behind her was the person behind her who was ruining her reputation, she would be so angry that she would pull out the Murakami sword and fight her for 300 rounds.

It doesn't matter even if she can't beat him, she can go to Ye Ziqing to cry.

Qi Lan handed a mobile phone to Song Qiao. It was a foldable model, and when opened, it turned out to be a tablet computer. Song Qiao swiped the photo and looked at the appearance after Heart Eater's transformation.

"I followed your instructions to investigate separately and used some means to check the surveillance. This person has no sense of counter-reconnaissance and is not difficult to find. According to you, he is a perverted murderer. Why haven't he been caught yet?" Qi Lan was a little confused.

Song Qiao closed the phone, "Because he is a pervert, powerful and fearless."

"Thank you. Just forget about this. I'll treat you to dinner another day." Song Qiao stood up and prepared to leave.

"So anxious? I'm hosting tonight. We haven't seen each other for a long time..." Qi Lan stepped forward, feeling a little reluctant.

If Feng Yi wasn't here, Song Qiao wouldn't mind having a few drinks with Qi Lan and having a good chat. It's a pity that Feng Yi is a light bulb. No, he's following the oil bottle. She can't let go. If she hears some dark history, turn around and tell her Ling Xiao, she cried without tears.

After rejecting Qi Lan, the two of them did not go back to Song Qiao's residence, but went to another hotel owned by an outsider.

In the room, Song Qiao and Feng Yi analyzed the intelligence.

"Based on the intelligence sources from the Special Operations Division, Heartbiter escaped from the Sealed Land two months ago. After coming to Natsumi City, he did not kill anyone again, but his strength was steadily increasing. He came here to find someone. Before coming here, his usual place was Kunming City.”

Song Qiao pointed at the photo, "Here is the place where he last disappeared in Kunshi." After leaving Kunshi, he came to Xiahai again and was overtaken by Feng Yi, who was then killed by Feng Yi.

Feng Yi frowned and listened to Song Qiao's analysis. After listening, "How do you know this? Rely on the investigation of those little gangsters?"

"Don't underestimate the people at the bottom. They are inconspicuous, but they can do big things. Let them investigate to avoid alerting others." Song Qiao said, sliding the photo to the first one.

"The person he's looking for is right here."

In the photo, Yan Xin stood at the entrance of Natsumi City No. 3 Elementary School, looking at the school from a distance.

In school, apart from the students, there are also teachers. Who is he looking for?

The next day, Song Qiao and Feng Yi used the identity information she exchanged on the dark web to leave Xia Hai and enter Kun City.

After entering Kun City, the closer we get to the place where Heart Devouring once stayed, the more accurate the direction of the Monster Hunting Division will be. It retains a trace of Heart Devouring's breath. Even if Heart Devouring has died, the breath he left behind will still be traced.

Finally, it stopped at the place pointed by the Monster Hunter Division motionlessly.

It was past ten o'clock at night, and there were still many people walking around on the street, including those working the night shift who came out to eat.

Standing at the street corner, Song Qiao and Feng Yi looked at the building in the distance in silence.

Under the streetlight, it was written clearly next to the iron guardrail gate of the building.

Fukang Welfare Home.

A demon who likes to eat people's hearts during his transformation period. The place he spends most time in is an orphanage? What a terrible, terrible thing!

Feng Yi took out his mobile phone and sent a series of messages to an unknown number.

If you turn your attention to Xia Hai, you will see that after receiving an encrypted message, Ling Xiao deciphered it in two seconds and then calmly continued the video conference.

In Fukang Welfare Institute, two figures crossed the building like ghosts, and at a fork, they chose to separate.

Feng Yi went to trace the place with the strongest heart-eating aura, while Song Qiao went to the dean's office to look for clues.

The weird thing is that there should be a lot of surveillance cameras in the orphanage to ensure the safety of the children, but there are very few surveillance cameras here. Many of the surveillance cameras were even broken on the way to the dean's office.

This also gave Song Qiao an opportunity to take advantage of.

She unlocked the door to the dean's office in a few clicks and locked it gently after entering the room. Go and turn on the computer first. The blue screen reflects an ordinary face, except for the eyes that are particularly brilliant.

The code flashed, and it can only be said that monsters do not pay attention to human technology. The dean must have been influenced by monsters, and many things were not encrypted. The computer only scratched the surface and recorded some children's information. Song Qiao noticed that many children fell ill and died, and many children were hospitalized.

In modern developed countries, abandonment is generally rare, but many of the reasons for admission to Fukang Welfare Institution are abandonment.

This is not normal.

Song Qiao scanned the entire office and found a safe.

She didn't plan to continue to crack it slowly, so she opened the cabinet with a Murakami knife and found a thick record book inside.

Since 2010, there have been numerous deaths of children. At first, they were very cautious and did not write down the cause of death. In the past year, the dean has become obviously more arrogant.

Song Qiao saw the name of Xinxin in it, and the salary behind it was - pangolin, note, heart-wrenching, preferably a girl.

Feng Yi's voice came from the invisible headset, cold and depressing, as if it would explode in the next second. After Song Qiao rushed there, he found the entrance to the basement in the kitchen of Fukang Welfare Institution. After entering, the strong smell of blood hit his face.

The iron cage, the dark dried blood stains in the corner, the dining table in the compartment, and the only girl still alive.

She was missing an arm and was leaning against the corner of the iron cage with a lifeless expression, like a puppet without a soul. In one of the compartments, Song Qiao found Feng Yi. She was squatting on the ground, holding a phalange in her hand.

The ethereal and calm woman was trembling now, her voice hoarse, "Guess how many children died here..."

Song Qiao has experienced so many planes and is used to seeing life and death, but the cruelty and terror here are beyond human imagination and bottom line. She could accept being killed on the battlefield, being hit by a car due to an accident, dying on the bed due to lingering pain, or even being hacked to death by enemies out of hatred.

But she couldn't accept that an innocent child was eaten alive.

as food.