The end of the world is coming: My waiter is too Buddhist

The young man murmured like a madman: "Soul, soul, it will eat the soul!"

Seeing him like this, Wang Zhenglin shook his head: "General, I think he is so scared that he can't get anything out of him."

It's not that he is arbitrary. It's just that most ordinary people who encounter mutated animals and plants without any training will be frightened silly or develop mental illness. Even some timid psychics will be frightened to faint after coming into contact with mutated animals and plants.

Wang Zhenglin had seen too many examples like this, so he advised Zheng Qi not to waste time on the silly boy.

The whereabouts of the mutants that the two teams were exploring are unknown. The most important thing for them now is to resolve the trouble caused by their families and find out the specific situation of the mutated plants.

If there really are such horrible mutant creatures around the shelter, then they must immediately report to the parliament and lead troops to eliminate them, otherwise the official shelter may suffer greatly.

Reaching out his hand and touching the boy's head, Zheng Qi said gently, "Do you want to find your brother? I heard that you two brothers depend on each other for survival. You must not want him to be in danger, right?"

When the boy mentioned his brother, he gradually calmed down. Then he trembled all over and burst into tears. Finally, he grabbed Zheng Qi's hand and begged, "Brother, please save my brother. He was... dragged away by vines. Eyes, paintings, many layers of paintings came alive. They turned my brother's soul into paintings!"

"Painting? What kind of painting is that? How do you know that my brother's soul has been sucked out? Did you see it wrongly?"

Zheng Qi was confused by the boy's expression, so he asked his own questions, but the boy's voice suddenly rose.

"Yes, it's a painting! Black and white, with layers upon layers of eyes mixed in..."

Halfway through his speech, the boy seemed to be stuck, gesticulating anxiously and reorganizing his words.

Fortunately, Zheng Qi was very patient. After waiting for more than five minutes, the boy stretched out his hand: "Paper and pen, I'll draw it for you."

Although the boy was still trembling with fear, he was now doing things logically and methodically, and seemed to have come to his senses.

"Zhenglin, give him paper and pen."

Wang Zhenglin was about to find a pen and paper when he received the order. The man next to him immediately handed it to him. He smiled and stuffed the things into Wang Zhenglin's pocket and explained in a low voice: "I am Huang Tao, the director of the Public Security Bureau. Please forgive my subordinates for being ignorant."

It is said that one should not hit a smiling person. At this moment, Zheng Qi did not want to cause any trouble, so he gestured to Wang Zhenglin to take the thing.

"It's okay. The most important thing now is to find out what happened. This kid might really know something."

Looking at the boy who had already started writing and drawing, Zheng Qi followed Huang Tao and sat down next to him.

"Captain Huang, it's not a good idea to have people gathering outside the police station all the time. If these people with special abilities have been questioned and there is nothing wrong with them, then let them go. Otherwise, it will cause panic and that won't be good."

Looking at the psychics squatting on the ground in a mess, Zheng Qi finally spoke up and said a good word for them. After all, they were not at fault in this matter.

Speaking of the people outside, Director Huang Tao sighed and shook his head: "These people always come to our door for the pension, but it is not so easy to get the pension approved. It takes at least half a month to go through the process.

Alas, these people are so heartless that they even take the money of the dead. That’s all…”

Seeing that he was getting more and more outrageous, Wang Zhenglin looked at his general's face and knew that someone was going to be in trouble.

As expected, the next moment Zheng Qi calmly said, "Zhenglin, Director Huang said that the approval process for the pension is complicated. Is this true?"

"General, you specially set up a quick application office for pensions in order to prevent the families of the soldiers of the exploration team from suffering. As long as the local public security office sends someone to apply, it will be processed quickly, usually within 24 hours."

After saying this, Wang Zhenglin looked at Huang Tao with a gloating look on his face: "According to inquiries, Director Huang has applied for compensation three times, the most recent one being this morning. How can there be no compensation?"

Huang Tao was visibly flustered, but he quickly calmed down: "Ah? General Zheng is really a good general who cares about the soldiers. He can actually come up with such a good idea.

However, the distribution of pensions has always been handled by my subordinates, and I have never learned about the details. I didn't expect that there would be new changes recently. This is good news. I will ask them to distribute the pensions as soon as possible."

Looking at Zheng Qi's face, Huang Tao began to complain: "General, you also know that the work at the grassroots level is trivial and difficult to do. We don't have enough people in the public security station to do the work. If there were talented people, I wouldn't have let the people block the door.

If you feel bad, you can send more people to our police station so I can start working faster."

After all the explanations, he turned himself into a good man with no soldiers to use, and all the guilt was cleared.

Zheng Qi did not continue to play Tai Chi to deal with such a workplace veteran. He stared at Huang Tao with a smile and said, "If Director Huang feels that it is too hard, I can tell Master Gu to let you go to a more leisurely position. As for the position of director, it is more suitable for young people with dreams and drive. What do you think?"

Huang Tao had worshipped the Gu family, which was why he dared to challenge Zheng Qi, but he overestimated his status.

Apparently, he was not hopelessly stupid, and he admitted his mistake immediately: "General, it is my fault for not doing my job well. I will immediately have someone pay the pension, and everyone in the station is at your disposal."

Noticing Zheng Qi's gaze on the squatting psychic, he immediately assured with a flattering smile: "Don't worry, I'll let them go right away. The record has already been taken."

Having achieved his goal, Zheng Qi held out his hand and said, "Director Huang, please help me investigate this matter. I believe Director Huang must be an ambitious and wise man."

Huang Tao carefully shook Zheng Qi's hand and wiped the sweat off his forehead: "Haha, it's what I should do. General Zheng taught me a lesson."

It's not that he is timid, but he really doesn't dare to gamble on his and Zheng Qi's status in the eyes of powerful people like the Gu family.

In the beginning, he had done a lot of shameful things for the Gu family before he could barely become a supporter of the clan. But Zheng Qi is a talent that the Gu family wants to win over. How can they be compared?

Although Huang Tao has no talent, he still has some self-knowledge. Zheng Qi will not do anything to him even for the sake of the Gu family, and there is nothing wrong with him cooperating with the work first.

Just as he was congratulating himself on his wisdom and quick-wittedness, the boy who had been writing and drawing suddenly stopped and handed the drawing paper to Wang Zhenglin.

“That’s it! That’s what I saw at that time!”

Zheng Qi took a look and saw that the drawing paper was covered with messy and disordered patterns. These patterns bloomed and changed like a kaleidoscope, or like eyes staring into people's hearts. It was creepy when people looked at them unintentionally.

Right in the center of the picture, an abstract figure is blocked by layers like smoke, seeming real and illusory and difficult to grasp.

"That's my brother, my brother!" The boy pointed at the abstract figure and cried, which made Zheng Qi even more curious about what kind of mutant plant this was.