After being forced into an infinite stream, he slept with his nemesis

Jinyuan Community is the community where the suspects in the organ trafficking case are entrenched. Team Fan sent team members to set up binoculars in an empty house on the top floor of the old community next door and take turns to keep an eye on them.

"Captain Mo, that group of people is gone! Just now the landlord opened the door to check, and it was completely evacuated." He Yuxiao walked quickly and said to Mo Yuanbai, and the address changed quietly.

"Protect the scene and go to see it later. Check here first." Mo Yuanbai's face became a little colder.

Team Fan is gone, the organ trafficking case is still unsolved, and there is a new murder case.

Outside the garbage sorting and recycling station in the center of the community, a cordon was pulled up. A corpse was lying naked in the garbage can, with a big hole in the chest. From the raised head, it could be seen that it was a young man. man.

Before the corpse was brought out, Uncle Hua and Sister Nan collected as many traces and physical evidence as possible, and the flash of the camera was frequently turned on.Zhou Xiaofei opened the forensic examination box next to the corpse, put on gloves and foot covers, and made preparations for the on-site autopsy.Sima Zhiyuan and Wu Qiuqiu took notes for the cleaner who found the body outside the cordon.The onlookers gathered outside the cordon to point and point.

Mo Yuanbai looked around, the soul of the corpse had already been hooked by impermanence, Zhou Xiaofei measured the liver temperature, and the time of death was more than five hours.

After finishing the murder scene, the body was wrapped in a body bag and returned to the detective team, and they rushed to the apartment where the criminal lived.

People went to the empty building, and it was cleaned very clean, not a single fingerprint, not a single strand of hair was left, and even the blood stain reagent reaction did not show anything.

The criminals seemed to have planned it long ago, and they didn't know when they would leave. This was an embarrassing slap in the face and a wild provocation to the criminal police.

Several people were silent, and the subordinates accelerated their work.

Busy, suddenly busy.

The people in the first team were too busy to eat, and were struggling to find clues.

Today is the Ghost Festival, the gates of hell are open at night, and the entire floor of the detective team is lit up.

Downstairs is the main road of the city. The street lights on the wide street are as bright as day. Occasionally, a car rushes past, and the whole street falls into dead silence again.

After midnight, a glittering gold notice gradually appeared on the closed retractable door of the Criminal Investigation Bureau.

On the parchment, every word was glowing with golden light: The detective team is urgently looking for a member.It is required to have two ID cards, black and white. The age of the white card is 20-30 years old, and the age of the black card is over 200 years old. The gender is not limited, and the treatment is favorable.

As soon as the notice came out, many ghost figures suddenly appeared on the deserted street, one after another crowded towards the notice, and the ghost hands tried to expose them but were repelled by the golden light.

At this time, a pair of white and slender hands passed through the ghost shadows and took off the notice.

All the ghosts turned their heads, and when they saw the person coming, they were shocked and fled, and the gate of the detective bureau became empty again.

The person who came was wearing a windbreaker, his head was wrapped in a windbreaker hood, the brim of the hat was lying very low, and the black air around him could not be stopped.He rolled up the notice slowly and methodically, and held it in his hand, covered by his wide sleeves hanging down.

Behind him, a shadow elongated by the street lamps slowly stretched out.

Ye Qianluo turned his head to look at the ghostly figure, and his thin lips parted lightly: "My husband's notice, you... dare to reveal it?"

The ghost image disappeared in an instant, no one answered, and there was no sound.

Ye Qianluo suppressed the ghostly aura all over his body, stretched out one hand and spread it out, and two ID cards, one black and one white, appeared on the palm of his hand.

Mosuo rubbed his thumb on the two certificates, black appeared, and the names on the certificates were instantly reversed. He frowned: "It's... troublesome."

"However, I like it!" Ye Qianluo smiled brightly, lifted his hat, and revealed a face of peerless beauty.

He put his hat behind his back, went forward and knocked on the door of the reception room, and there were three crisp sounds of "Duk Tuk Tuk", which were very clear.

After waiting for a while, the lights in the reception room came on, a window was opened a crack, and an old man stuck out his head: "What's the matter?"

"Apply." Ye Qianluo held up the parchment rolled up in his hand.

"Oh? Is there really someone who can reveal it?" The old man looked Ye Qianluo back and forth.

"Apply to the Palace of Wuqing." The uncle left a sentence, retracted his head, the window was closed, and the lights in the room were also dimmed.

"Wuqingdian? Huh... meet so soon?" Ye Qianluo raised the corners of his lips, and raised his hand to cover his head with the windbreaker behind him, and his figure gradually disappeared into the black mist.

Outside the Palace of Wuqing, Ye Qianluo bypassed the drum of Wuqing, raised his neck in an arc, and stared at the golden plaque for a few seconds before reaching out and knocking on the red-painted gate, then took a step back and waited outside.

"Crack——" the door opened without wind.

"Come in." A faint voice came from inside, revealing a little tiredness.

Ye Qianluo licked his upper lip with the tip of his tongue, took a deep breath, and walked in.

Mo Yuanbai cast a glance at the entrance of the hall. A man in a black windbreaker came in briskly from outside the door. He pulled his hat behind him, revealing a delicate and delicate face. His quiet eyes revealed a look that did not match his age. experienced.

He tapped lightly on the armrest with two fingers, narrowed his eyes slightly, and stared at the person walking towards him step by step.

"Really recruited one?" Zhou Dafei was the one who spoke, he was always careless, first he looked the person up and down.

Fan Jinshan clenched his fist and loosened it again, lowering his head to cover up the emotion in his eyes. The team was busy, and his sudden sacrifice caused extreme tension in the staff.

Ye Qianluo walked all the way from the door, accepted the scrutiny openly, walked up to the first seat and stood still, holding the parchment notice with both hands, raised it and bowed: "Master Mingjue!"

"Sima." Mo Yuanbai looked away from Ye Qianluo and called Sima Zhiyuan.

"My lord." Sima Zhiyuan appeared from the Famen, holding Xiaofei's forensic report in his hand, and handed it to Mo Yuanbai respectfully with both hands.

"The exact time when the victim was killed was from 14:15 to [-]:[-] yesterday afternoon, which happened to be the time when Jin Shan was killed?" Mo Yuanbai flicked the report, looked at Sima Zhiyuan, and frowned.

"What?" Fan Jinshan stood up abruptly.

Mo Yuanbai stretched out his hand to press, pointed to Ye Qianluo and said to Ma Sizhiyuan, "Here comes an applicant."

"Hello! I'm Sima Zhiyuan, Secretary of the Palace of Wuqing. Please show me your ID." Sima Zhiyuan walked up to the visitor with a smile on his face and a respectful and polite tone.

"Mr. Sima." Ye Qianluo nodded slightly in respect, took out two ID cards, and handed them along with the notice.

Sima Zhiyuan unfolded the notice in his hand, looked carefully, then raised his head and said to Mo Yuanbai, "Yes, it's the one I posted." Then he stuck the two ID cards in his palm and looked.

"Luo Qianye? White certificate... 26 years old, black certificate... 226 years old, just right?" He looked up and down, looked at the photo on the certificate with the person in front of him, and quickly checked the age.

"Hmm. That's right." Ye Qianluo nodded.

"Who are you, Ye Qianluo from Nether Palace?" Mo Yuanbai suddenly interrupted the two of them.

Everyone in the hall looked at the applicant in surprise.Ye Qianluo is the ghost of the ghost, and no one has seen his true face.

"Uh...idol." Ye Qianluo looked straight back at the head, and said word by word: "I am his... copycat version."

"Pfft—" Zhou Dafei was the first to hold back and laughed out loud.

"Give it to me." Mo Yuanbai turned his gaze to Sima Zhiyuan's hand.

When Sima Zhiyuan raised his hand, his ID card flew upwards like two hidden weapons.

When Mo Yuanbai's ID card was in front of his eyes, he easily stretched out two fingers to hold it, spread it in the palm of his hand, and rubbed it twice with his thumb. There was a moment of silence, and the temperature in his eyes cooled down.

Ye Qianluo's gaze stayed on the three points of Mo Yuanbai's tiger's mouth for a while, then he lowered his head and stared at the tip of his shoe, like a nervous applicant waiting for the leader to decide whether to stay or not.

"What identity is Bai Zheng?" Mo Yuanbai put away his emotions, raised his eyes, and glanced at Ye Qianluo's black hair.

"Fresh graduates from the detective school, I've been looking for an internship for the past two days." Ye Qianluo raised his head, his sparkling eyes were extremely clear.

"Practice in the team first. Pass the exam in the second half of the year, and then officially join the team." Mo Yuanbai raised his eyes, flicked his certificate, and flew towards Ye Qianluo.

"Thank you, my lord." Ye Qianluo bowed, and when he straightened up, he raised his hand to catch the two lights, one white and one black, and put the ID in his pocket.

"Luo Qianye, congratulations!" Zhou Dafei excitedly got up from his chair, ran to Ye Qianluo's side, and stretched out a hand.

"You are?" Ye Qianluo didn't reach out his hand, but just glanced at the big, thick hand stretched out in front of him like a bear's paw.

"My name is Zhou Dafei! I'm only on duty in the Palace of Heartlessness, and my body...is sacrificed, just like him." Zhou Dafei withdrew his hand, glanced at Fan Jinshan who bowed his head and said nothing, and his face was full of enthusiasm.

"Sima, let him get acquainted with Wuqing Palace. Report to the detective team early tomorrow morning." After Mo Yuanbai finished speaking, his figure disappeared on the upper seat.

"Leaving?" Ye Qianluo looked surprised, but there was no doubt in his eyes.

"Well, today is the Hungry Ghost Festival. My lord is going to the underworld to attend a banquet on behalf of the Palace of Wuqing. Come, let me introduce you to the Palace of Wuqing." Sima Zhiyuan explained patiently, the same as every time he entered.

"Thank you." Ye Qianluo stepped aside slightly, and stood beside Sima Zhiyuan, listening to the 300-year history of Wuqing Palace.

"See you tomorrow, everyone." Just after listening, he nodded to everyone, turned around and walked out of the hall, simply and neatly, without the slightest tweaking.

"Uh..." Sima Zhiyuan swallowed the word "goodbye" and returned to his seat in embarrassment.

"Hey! What a temper!" Zhou Dafei stared at the disappearance of the newcomer's back, stuck out his tongue, and turned his head again when he met Fan Jinshan's gaze.

"Your Excellency is going to be the captain now, and you have to bring in newcomers...it's all my fault..." Seeing the reproach in Zhou Dafei's eyes, Fan Jinshan's face was full of self-blame again.

Sima Zhiyuan stopped Fan Jinshan in time: "My lord didn't blame you. My lord just doesn't like the red tape of being a captain in the world, but since you're gone, he can only come by himself."

Ye Qianluo came out of the Palace of Heartlessness, holding five fingers together, the black mist on the ID card was retracted, and the name on the ID card became "Ye Qianluo" again.

As soon as he put it in the bag, he raised his head and saw a figure standing in front of him, he suddenly paused: "Master, sir?"

"You... came back from the banquet so soon?" Ye Qianluo stepped forward with a guilty conscience, and pressed the ID card in his pocket involuntarily.

"Back to the team. Together?"

"...Didn't it mean that you will report to the team tomorrow morning?"

"See the ruthless drum?"

"Ah."

"It's already past midnight when I saw the ruthless drum. He Yuxiao said that the surveillance can't see it, so let's help him. Dafei and Jinshan are on duty in the palace." Mo Yuanbai stretched out his hand and twisted a magic door, stepped in, and looked back He glanced.

Ye Qianluo: "..."

I really can't see you... Husband?