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"Why are you telling me this?" he asked.

"Because I am a good person in life, I am also a good evil spirit in death. I can't see that you have nothing but a face..."

The man paced around not far away, talking eloquently, "Although I am invincible, if the opponent is too stupid to win too easily, the world will become no fun."

What a majestic posture like a god looking down on all living beings!

He really deserves a beating. If it wasn't for the disparity in strength, Jiang Jiankai really wanted to beat him up.

"One more friendly reminder, yesterday's sniping was just the beginning, and there will be a second and third next, remember to go all out."

The wind blew, and when the sound fell, the evil spirit had already drifted several meters away. Jiang Jiankai hurriedly chased after it, and asked, "Are you a night devil!?"

What responded to him was the rustling sound of the breeze passing through the branches and leaves. The man's whereabouts were mysterious, coming and going, and had long since disappeared.

The weather was sweltering, but cold sweat dripped from Jiang Jiankai's forehead. He stood in a daze for a long while, reaching out to touch his neck.

There was a mark there—the spirit had just hit it right, leaving a mark without hurting him.

This is the scariest thing, because the other party is proudly revealing that killing him is as simple as picking something out of a pocket, as long as he wants to.

But he had no clue about this evil spirit or even the current situation.

Jiang Jian opened his hands, his fingers trembling slightly, he was not afraid of death, but his body was shocked by the opponent's powerful aura, and he trembled involuntarily.

The strange thing is that in the past when he was in danger, Silence would appear in time, but this time it didn't, maybe because the evil spirit didn't reveal his murderous intention, or maybe he made some kind of partition barrier, so that Silence couldn't understand his situation.

If he really was a night devil, this man was far more terrifying than they imagined.

For a moment, Jiang Jiankai almost doubted whether he overestimated himself. It wasn't until the wind brushed his cheeks that he came back to his senses, and immediately shook off the undue confusion——

It is precisely because the opponent is strong that he has to deal with it more carefully. Just like the instructor once said, no matter what situation he is in, no matter how powerful the opponent is, he must not lose confidence, because that is the key to victory.

Besides, his stalking didn't completely fail, at least Night Demon...

Jiang Jiankai thought about it, and felt that before he was sure about the other party's identity, let's call him X.

At least X pointed out his blind spots and tracking methods, and Jiang Jiankai believed that he was not lying to that guy's arrogance.

Jiang Jiankai adjusted his mind, went out of the alley, and went to the coffee shop by car, thinking over and over again what X meant when he said he chased the wrong line.

After thinking about it for a long time, I couldn't figure it out, so I simply gave up and went to the coffee shop to have a look.

On the way, he received a voice message from Qiangwei about Zhao Yang's investigation results.

Zhao Yang is 14 years old and has excellent grades. His father is Zhao Zheng, a well-known surgeon. His mother, Zhang Mingming, is a housewife. The whole family is ordinary people, living in a high-end residential area, and there are no neighborhood disputes.

Qiangwei said that she didn't know Zhao Yang, but a few months ago she happened to be bullied on campus, and there happened to be a baseball bat next to her, so she swung the stick and beat the students away.

The student who was bullied was thin and small, and looked like Zhao Yang, but she wasn't sure.

Jiang Jiankai guessed that Qiangwei remembered correctly, Zhao Yang was rescued by Qiangwei and had a good impression of her, so when someone talked about Qiangwei, he stood up for her, but why would such a young man do things for evil spirits?

Could it be that the evil spirit also took advantage of the young man's cowardly personality?

After talking about Zhao Yang, Qiangwei lowered her voice and said, "Mr. Chen became very scared when he heard that I had been to the coffee shop, and told me not to go to school for a few days. I thought it was too strange, so I secretly checked it out. "

"Have you found anything?"

"Well, the teacher asked for leave the day before the car accident. She usually doesn't ask for leave except for illness. I read the teacher's call log. Before she called the school, she answered the call from Boss Xu. Boss Xu is from the pastry shop. Boss, I only found out his name after reading the teacher's address book."

Jiang Jian was taken aback.

Boss Xu didn't mention this, he even said that Mr. Chen hadn't contacted him.

Suddenly, Jiang Jiankai understood what X meant when he said he was chasing the wrong line.

"How long have they been talking?"

"About 3 minutes. Also, the teacher went to Changyun Road the morning of the car accident. I guess she was looking for someone, but I haven't found out yet."

Jiang Jiankai's heartbeat quickened.

Jiang's steamed stuffed bun shop is on Changyun Road, and Qiangwei's former home is also there. He didn't know if it was a coincidence, but his intuition told him that Mr. Chen asked for leave on purpose, and it might be related to Qiangwei.

On the same day, she made another appointment with Boss Xu, but encountered a car accident on the way to Boss Xu's shop.

The owner of the pastry shop lied from the very beginning, and there was only one reason, he was a fake evil spirit!

Jiang Jiankai thought quickly in his heart, and said, "I understand, I will take care of the rest, you stay at home with Teacher Chen, and let her not worry."

"Okay, you have to be careful with that sugar cube."

Qiangwei reminded her repeatedly, and she could tell from her voice that she was worried, Jiang Jiankai comforted, "Don't worry, there is still silence here, no one can get cheap from him."

Rose was amused.

"You know you're a good team."

The phone was hung up, and Qiangwei frowned when she saw the friend request from "Black Violent Dog".

The phone vibrated twice.

Qianfeng with the same color: Qiangwei Qiangwei, is there a "black violent dog" joining you?

Roses bloom: Yes.

Qianfeng Tongse: Very good, shall we makeadeal?

Rose blossoms: what?

Qianfeng Tongse: Let me tell you who this guy is?You help me find someone.

The rose blossoms: Isn't that Shen Bingshan?Still need you to tell?

Qianfeng Tongse: Ah, how do you know?

Rose Blossom: Jiong, I have never seen a simpler method of splitting characters than this one.

Qianfeng Tongse: ...Okay, then you should help me, I want to find someone, but I don't have any computer-savvy friends around me.

The rose blossoms: Until yesterday, I didn’t know Fang Tang’s cat could play with mobile phones.

Qianfeng Tongse: Acridine, do you know who I am?

Rose blossoms: 囧囧, is our perception of IQ biased?

Qianfeng Tongse: I am so happy to have a friend with such a high IQ. The person I am looking for is...

Rose Blossom: Stop, when did we become friends?

Qianfeng is the same color: The enemy of the enemy is a friend. We have a common enemy, an evil spirit, a common object of complaint, Shen Bingshan, and a common friend, Fang Tang. With such a deep class friendship, we can all be called buddies.

Qiangwei stroked her chin, recalling the little milk cat that was always clinging to Fang Tang.

She has been tracking evil spirits for many years, so even if she saw a cat with a human IQ, she wasn't too surprised, and the kitten's combat effectiveness seemed to be pretty good, maybe she would need the other party's assistance later, so their cooperation It's win-win.

Rose Blossom: Send me the information of the person you are looking for.

A hand-painted head portrait was sent over at the same time as she left a message. Qiangwei glanced at it and almost choked on her own saliva - even a dog crawling like this sucks, are you sure you can find someone with this Picasso-style portrait?