Who calls this thing a god?

Although he didn't know why the chief wanted to see him, Lu Chan still brought the recovered little princess back to Bureau Nine.

He probably had a foul with the Ninth Bureau before he entered the hall, his face was as sullen as a pickle, and he stood up to the horizontal criticism of "Don't beat me".

Watching Lu Chan walk from the elevator from a distance, Jiang Fusheng was still angrily trying to get justice for his wallet balance, but in a blink of an eye he saw the living plague god who was following behind him, exuding a dead breath, slammed on the brakes, looking like he wanted to get into the wall Go through the cracks.

While waving his hands at Qiyou, he hummed like a toothache: "Mr. Qiyou, it's just in time, the director asked you to go to the office."

The more you speak, the lower the sound, as if the air valve core has been pulled out.

Qi You frowned and looked at him, making his face black with anger.

Jiang Fusheng: "..."

He pursed his mouth into a line, and looked at Lu Chan, who was standing on the side and doing his best, as if asking for help.

Help, the plague god is watching me.

Lu Chan met his gaze and slightly raised his eyebrows.

Nothing to say, I hope something happens.

Just when his worried antlers were about to grow out, the Living Plague God answered the question in a neutral manner: "Please show me the way."

Without further ado, he pointed to Shen Xuan's office, "There, right there, go in and go to the end."

Qi You expressed his thanks blankly, and was about to raise his leg, but Lu Chan responded now.

He stretched out his hand to hold Qiyou's shoulder, "Call me if you need anything."

Jiang Fusheng: "?"

Lu Chan: "My mobile phone is on vibration. If you look for me, I will see it. If I see it, I will find you."

Jiang Fusheng: "??"

He stood aside and looked at the two, his eyes almost popping out.

Hello? ?Lu Chan, are you okay? ?

On the other hand, Qiyou didn't feel anything, only felt that there was a hole in the man's head, so he shook off his hand and walked to the director's office on his own.

Jiang Fusheng didn't dare to approach Lu Chan until his figure completely disappeared in the corridor, "Old Lu? Have you changed your career recently?"

Lu Chan raised his voice and hummed.

Well, Jiang Fu wanted to die.

"You can live the God of Plague..." "Let's not gossip, let's talk about the interrogation process of Master Sun Gu."

"Oh, yes, yes." Jiang Fusheng remembered the business at this moment, hurriedly followed him into the office, and handed him the interrogation notes, "Master Sun, the demon is a goldfish demon, and he calls himself Du Da."

Lu Chan was leaning on the edge of the desk, lazily stretching out his long legs, flipping through the notes with his slender fingers, he read very fast, and only rarely stopped to look at a line of words intently, like To dig out clues.

"Same as Sun Gu's testimony, Du Da took him in as an apprentice half a year ago and taught him some simple spells to exorcise evil spirits."

Lu Chan listened to his narration, and made a stop gesture, "The point is not here, but the copper coins."

He backhandedly gave Lu Chan a compliment, "Du Da said that after his 'benefactor' saved his life, he gave him a special one... oh, it's the kind of copper coin specially made to blame Youshen."

When Lu Chan heard this, he realized that there was a slight movement in his heart, but he didn't speak and continued to listen to him.

"He obeyed the 'benefactor', distributed the copper coins to the right people, and observed them regularly, and then reported the details to the 'benefactor'."

Looking at it now, there are currently two copper coins distributed from Du Da, one is Ye Jinyi, and the other is Xia Xixi.

Lu Chan drew a circle on the notebook with his fingertips, and asked casually, "How many copper coins did Du Da distribute? When did it start?"

"Not many, only four. It started in January this year."

Since January of this year...only four...

Lu Chan closed his notebook and looked up at Jiang Fusheng: "Du Da started giving out copper coins in January this year, but we have found such copper coins in earlier cases."

"Ah, yes..."

The extinguished eyes gradually ignited a little light, and Lu Chan tapped the table lightly with his fingertips, "But the time for the God of Resentment to wake up is at the end of September this year, do you know what this means?"

Looking at Phoenix's red eyes, Jiang Fusheng suddenly felt shuddering, moved his lips but couldn't say anything.

Lu Chan's words awakened the dreamer, and said faintly: "Because the god they want to invite is not Qiyou."

Dang!

As if he had been punched in the heart, or thrown into an ice cellar, Jiang Fusheng shuddered all over, looked at him dumbfounded, and stammered and asked, "W-what is it not to pray for you?... The God of Resentment Isn’t it him? Isn’t the copper coin just used to complain to God?”

"The answer to the last two questions is 'yes'." Lu Chan said, "When will Du Da succeed his benefactor next time?...Forget it, take me to see Du Da."

Logically speaking, the staff of the Ninth Bureau should not casually meet with the suspect.

But for Lu Chan, there is no such thing as "reasonably speaking".

Entering the empty detention room, he silently looked at the bucket of purified water that had been cut in half on the bright ground.

A plump goldfish is wagging its tail freely in the water, occasionally spitting out a series of bubbles.

gurgling gurgling boo~

Lu Chan: "..." He turned his head to look at Jiang Fusheng.

He was probably also taken aback by that silly goldfish, Jiang Fusheng choked for a moment before he said: "...the director doesn't agree with him entering the fish tank in the office, you also know that the small fish and shrimps raised by the director are precious. He just...just It can only be this way."

The "not precious" big goldfish wagged its tail angrily, spit out a big bubble, and slowly rose to the surface of the water to burst.

never mind.So is the fish.

Lu Chan kicked the bucket with his toes, "Du Da?"

Goldfish: "Bobo."

Lu Chan clicked his tongue: "You open the microphone to communicate."

Goldfish: "Boom."

He slowly swam to the surface of the water and poked his head out. After a flash of scales, a naked middle-aged man squatted beside the bucket, looking at them both in confusion.

Damn, the big speechless incident happened.

Jiang Fusheng, who had no intention of watching the birds, almost spat out the overnight meal, rubbed his extremely hot eyes and threw the clothes thrown on the iron bed back to him.

Du Da's expression was also indescribable.

Damn, you see my bird is still so disgusting.

White/female ticket/dog.

After he put on his clothes, Lu Chan turned to look at him, "When is the next handover between you and your master?"

Du Da straightened the folds of his clothes, and smiled embarrassedly: "Actually, it should be today or tomorrow."

Today or tomorrow... that is, after Xia Xixi "gets what he wants", what kind of information does the benefactor above Du Da want to hear, or what kind of news does he want to extract from this information.

Lu Chan unconsciously tapped his arm, and looked at Jiang Fusheng: "What is Lao Shen's plan?"

Jiang Fusheng whispered in his ear: "The director said it was the same as what you guessed before."

It seems that the only change is that the chief asked to see Kiyo.

Lu Chan pondered for a moment, silently took out a small knife from his waist and made a mark on his fingertips. Before Du Da could struggle, he imprinted a drop of bright red blood on the back of his neck.

He felt a pain like a needle prick, and in a blink of an eye, the blood had seeped into his skin.

Du replied: "..." Stamping pork is not like that.

Lu Chan said unhurriedly: "That's right, I hope you can stand on the team tomorrow."

"..." What team are you standing on?Young Pioneers?

Lu Chan: "In short, I hope you can talk to your master normally tomorrow, and don't say anything you shouldn't say."

He pursed his lips and smiled, stretched out his hand to lightly brush the folds of Du Da's shoulders, "Otherwise, I'll feed you as sashimi to the bastard, understand? You don't want to have only this value left in Yusheng, right?"

Du replied: "..."

There is one more sad fish in this city.

When Jiang Fusheng and he went out to the hall, they happened to meet the Living Plague God sitting on the sofa, stretching out his long legs lazily.

He lowered his head, and his long, bundled hair hung down on the side of his face and shoulder blades, giving this over-rigidity a hazy sense of fragility.

Lu Chan unconsciously slowed down his pace, ignoring the shivering deer next to him, and took out his mobile phone from his pocket.

Silently, he found the angle and brought his prey into the shot.

The deer next to him saw this scene and his pupils trembled unconsciously, shaking like Parkinson's.

Lu Chan didn't have the slightest sense of guilt for destroying the three views of others, so he put away his mobile phone and moved in front of Qiyou.

"Hello, kid, are you alone? Where are your parents?"

"..." Qiyou looked at him blankly, "If you want to reunite with your family tree, just say so. I will satisfy you."

"Oh," Lu Chansha nodded seriously, "Then are you willing to meet the parents with me?"

As soon as the words came out, there was a hissing sound beside him, as if a tooth had been pulled out abruptly.

Jiang Fusheng wished he could disappear from the world, clutching his temples, twisting like a live maggot.

Don't flirt, don't flirt, please Lu Chan, don't flirt with your patriarch again.

Qi Yupi looked at him with a smile: "Are you willing to die?"

"I don't want to." Lu Chan thought about it seriously, "It's another matter to die for love."

Amitabha, my Buddha does not save idiots.

God does not pass.

"Old...Old Lu." Jiang Fusheng called him tremblingly, "Should you go to the director's office..."

If he doesn't leave Jiang Fusheng again, he is really afraid that the living Hades will be torn apart by this plague god.

I have written down this life debt, you owe me a big favor.

Lu Chan turned his head and looked at him quietly.

Jiang Fusheng: "..."

He sighed pretentiously, and said to Qiyou who was sitting aside and had nothing to do with himself, "Wait for me here for a while, I will take you home later."

Qi You pinched the center of his eyebrows and said, "No need."

The Jiuju apartment is just one street away from the Jiuju building, so no matter how poor his sense of direction is, he can still find it.

He didn't wait for Lu Chan to pester him, he stood up first and said, "The director has something to ask for you."

As soon as the voice fell, he left without looking back.

Just like when he was alive, he came alone.

Jiang Fusheng stretched out his hand and waved in front of Lu Chan's eyes: "Hey, don't you think he has something on his mind?"

Although that childish face was always stern, but after he came out of Shen Xuan's office, his previous murderous aura was somewhat diluted by something.

"Did you say that the living plague god was killed by the director..." "His name is Qiyou."

Jiang Fusheng choked for a moment, looking at the big phoenix who stood up nearly 1.9 meters, he forgot the words all of a sudden.

Those extinguished eyes were slowly ignited by the light again.

The author has something to say: I received the school opening notice today, and the children who had been out of school for half a year were still arrested (crying)

感谢在2020-08-1111:51:48~2020-08-1211:53:45期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

Thanks to the little angel who threw mines: wryyY1;

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!