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

Mo Yuanbai listened attentively to someone's footsteps, and after he hurried out of his office, he slowly slowed down, even moving out step by step.

"That..." The corners of Mo Yuanbai's lips twitched slightly, and just as he uttered two words, he heard footsteps outside the door turning sharply, and a head appeared at the door in the next second.

"Boss, what else can I order?" Ye Qianluo came back at a speed that could be called a [-]-meter race.

"Sima is going to the TV station to record a program in the afternoon, so don't let him rush here and there. Wu Qiuqiu and Zhou Xiaofei are in a group. They are two years younger and they are looking for clues about art students. Sister Hua Shunan and the others are going to contact the proprietress of the gallery. .I'll go and keep an eye on the remaining clue, you... let's go together." Mo Yuanbai turned off the computer, tidied up the desktop, and stood up.

The person holding the door had already turned into petrification, his big eyes were full of surprise, his lips twitched twice, and it took him a long time to squeeze out a word: "Yes..."

"Still blocking the door?" Mo Yuanbai took a panoramic view of the joy in the pupils of the opposite person, and it didn't seem to be fake.

"So...going out?" Ye Qianluo quickly stepped out of the way so that Mo Yuanbai could come out.

"Don't you want to go after afternoon tea?" Mo Yuanbai said lightly as he walked around Ye Qianluo.

Ye Qianluo stared at someone's back for a few seconds, until the person in front urged: "Hurry up and follow? Do you want to invite you?"

"Oh. Here we come!" Ye Qianluo moved his toes and followed him briskly.

As he walked, he thought, does he have any tendency to be masochistic, and he has to be scolded to feel comfortable?

However, not everyone can hate him, only my husband has this privilege!In other words, he hasn't called her husband in his heart for a long time.

Ghost King Wuxiu's name, in that world, no one dared to call it directly.

It is only in this world that you can see the harmless ghost king. Although his face is still frosty, he will not directly kill you if he disagrees with you.

Ye Qianluo's eyes were fixed on Mo Yuanbai's back, and his mind was full of thoughts.

"There are flowers on your back?" Feeling the fiery eyes on his back, Mo Yuanbai slightly turned his head.

"No... I was thinking about something." Ye Qianluo quickly looked away, Mo Yuanbai had a keenness that was hard for ordinary people to match, and he didn't dare to look directly at him so blatantly, even from his back.

"I'm going downstairs to drive, you go to the office and inform them." When passing by the big office, Mo Yuanbai passed by directly, and asked Ye Qianluo to go in and talk about the division of labor just now.

When Ye Qianluo finished running errands and sending messages, and hurried downstairs, he saw Mo Yuanbai's off-road vehicle already at the gate.He didn't dare to worry about who would drive the car any more. The leader would drive if he wanted to, and let him drive if he wanted to.

Mo Yuanbai held the steering wheel with his hands and his eyes were empty. He didn't come back to his senses until he heard the sound of the co-pilot's door opening and closing.

Ye Qianluo got into the car and hurriedly pulled the seat belt buckle on, afraid of being slow.

Sure enough, as soon as he buckled up his seat belt, the off-road vehicle under his buttocks roared, the tires spun, and drove towards the gate of the Detective Bureau.

The atmosphere in the car was a little dull.

Ye Qianluo didn't know how Mo Yuanbai's memory had recovered, so he glanced at the back of the hand of the person next to him holding the steering wheel out of the corner of his eye.

Others may not pay attention to the imprint on the back of Mo Yuanbai's hand, which is not dark in color and not big in shape.

But he does.

Tooth marks.

He bites.

It's just that it's a long time ago. At that time, he had just changed his teeth.

No, there are only three points, and the one missing in the middle is his front tooth that just fell out.

However, judging from Mo Yuanbai's performance, it should be that most of the memories have not been recovered yet.

Otherwise, it would be impossible for him to sit beside his deadly enemy so well and with all his eyes.

Ye Qianluo bit his gums, quietly grabbed the door handle of the car, and sat firmly with the shaking of the carriage.

"Ding—" The phone vibrated a few times.

It should be He Yuxiao who sent the information of the three people who are about to be investigated in the group.

Due to time constraints, after they were divided into groups, they set off directly to receive messages from He Yuxiao on the way.

Ye Qianluo took a special look at He Yuxiao when he was conveying the captain's division of labor order in the office just now.

He Yuxiao yelled, "It's too free to guard the house alone", but he gave him a resentful look in his eyes.

In the absence of Mo Yuanbai, Mr. He didn't even bother to act, so he directly pointed the finger at Ye Qianluo.

Of course, when Mo Yuanbai was not there, Ye Qianluo didn't bother to act, so he glanced back, not to be outdone, with a provocative look in his eyes.

Oh, who is afraid of whom?

If it wasn't for getting close to his husband, he wouldn't pretend to be a newcomer and a weak chicken in this world!

Dare to covet his man, how many lives does this man have for him to reap?

"Read." In a daze, the people on the side urged.

"Oh." Ye Qianluo took out his mobile phone, turned on the screen, first glanced at the chat record with her husband on the top, then opened the work group, and read out the information assigned to their group.

"Sun Xiaoyi, female, 25 years old, unmarried, graduated from the Academy of Fine Arts, works as an oil painting copyist, and lives in the Ronger Hutong in the west of the city. Her parents divorced, and she lived with her grandmother since she was a child. She lived in poverty and relied on donations from caring people to finish her studies at the Academy of Fine Arts. After graduation , no fixed job." Ye Qianluo calmed down and read the "Sun Xiaoyi" information assigned to him and Mo Yuanbai's group.

"There's a phone number below..." Ye Qianluo always felt that He Yuxiao was trying to make things difficult for him. Obviously, the other two "Sun Xiaoyi" messages had a long and long message, but those who fell into their group had only a few words, or even a few words. Even the parents are unknown, and there is no house number.

"The mobile phone number of the gallery proprietress can be reached. She is a businessman. The students do not have a mobile phone at school and cannot be contacted temporarily. I will see if the mobile phone number registered in the ID card information can contact Sun Xiaoyi in our group." Ye Qianluo did not wait. Mo Yuanbai squeaked and called the number.

"It's an empty number." Ye Qianluo put down the phone and said.

The side is still quiet.

The only thing left around the two was the wild roar of the off-road vehicle.

When I calm down, time seems to be choked by the neck, and it is very difficult to flow through the fingers bit by bit.

Mo Yuanbai lightly tapped the accelerator and drove the car very fast.

Get out of this world, as soon as possible.

Resources are limited, and the development of the city has a sequence, so the development of the west of the city is far behind the east of the city.

The place where "Sun Xiaoyi" lives is in an intricate old alley in the west of the city.

"Which one is the Velvet Ear Hutong?" Ye Qianluo looked at the scattered alleys on the map, which were densely packed like fishnets. If there is dense phobia, it is time to commit it.

Mo Yuanbai parked his car outside the alley, got out of the car and looked around.

Row upon row of old houses, wires in the air intersect with clothes hanging out to dry, in a mess.

A two-hour drive has transformed a city from prosperity in the east to backwardness in the west.

"Boss, He Yuxiao couldn't find out which one is called Rong'er Hutong. The alleys here are all similar in shape, thin and miscellaneous. If you register one by one, there may be thousands of them..." While Mo Yuanbai was parking the car At the same time, Ye Qianluo had already ended the phone call with He Yuxiao.

The phone calls were brief.

Question: Which is the Ronger Alley?

Answer: I don't know.

Then... He Yuxiao hung up the phone.

He could feel He Yuxiao's serious hostility towards him, but Ye Qianluo knew that He Yuxiao would not make fun of him in matters of business.

What's more, he is now in a team with the captain.

Who dares to fool the wise and powerful judgement?

I don't know, the three words are just a symbol of He Yuxiao's reluctance to say more with Ye Qianluo.

If Mo Yuanbai had called this call, although He Yuxiao still couldn't clearly point out which alley they were looking for, there should be [-] solutions to offer suggestions to the captain.

However, Ye Qianluo couldn't hear it.

"Ask. What's the long mouth for?" Mo Yuanbai frowned slightly in front of a large area of ​​old houses, and the passage inside was so small that only one person could pass through.

What is the long mouth for?

Oh, there are so many uses for the mouth!

Bitten, amiable, sweet talk, and of course you can taste the delicacies of the world...

Ye Qianluo pursed his mouth, and answered a few functions in his mind that he thought the mouth was most useful, but he was already walking diligently towards an old lady who was closest to them.

How can such a work of running errands, asking questions like this, let the high-ranking Lord Mingjian take the lead?Naturally, the newcomer who acts as a pendant and errand for the boss came.

"Auntie, may I ask, which one is the Velvet Ear Alley here?" Ye Qianluo bent down and asked the old lady who was squatting on the ground and making a briquette stove.

The briquette stove is no longer seen in the east of the city, but in the alleys in the west of the city, many people are using it.

When they came just now, they passed by several small stalls selling briquettes, and it can be seen that there are quite a few people using briquettes ovens.

"Ah? What did you say?" The old lady raised her head and asked while adding briquettes to the furnace belly.

"Excuse me - where is Ronger Hutong!" Seeing that the old lady didn't hear his question, Ye Qianluo shouted at the top of his voice.

Standing ten meters away from them, Mo Yuanbai's eardrums shook.

It was rare for Ye Qianluo to shout so loudly. He used to speak softly, but now the veins on his neck were bulging, and his face was slightly red.

"Alleys? There are all alleys here." The old lady lowered her head again to drum her briquette stove.

Ye Qianluo was about to continue asking, when a thick white smoke burst out from the briquette oven, which made him cry.

"Cough, cough, cough..." Ye Qianluo staggered back while coughing, and said, wiping away tears, "Auntie, you didn't even remind me when you put out the cigarette..."

"She is hard of hearing, and she probably can't read clearly when she is too old. Ask someone else." Mo Yuanbai looked at Ye Qianluo who had retreated from the smoke, his big eyes narrowed, tears glistening.

He didn't know what was going on, but when he saw those crystal clear tears, his heart, which had been immobile for thousands of years, suddenly twitched, and a trace of distress lingered on the tip of his heart.

Knowing that he is the king of ghosts, coming to this world with memories to find him, someone who can make a thousand-faced Luosha move, someone who knows how to practice magic tricks, who is smart but can pretend to be stupid, not to mention a pair of big eyes... People may occupy a lot of space in his memory.

He can't remember it now, but it doesn't mean he won't remember it in the future.

Intuition told him, Ye Qianluo, he is not simple.

Therefore, after Ye Qianluo told him that it was Wuxiu, for a long time, he didn't know how to face this strange yet familiar subordinate.

No matter what purpose Ye Qianluo approaches him, at present, he is harmless.The two souls that had been sealed by him had been desperately washed away before, just to let him leave this world as soon as possible.

It wasn't until Ye Qianluo rushed out of the smoke rubbing his eyes that Mo Yuanbai understood.

They all came for the ghost king.

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