Entering the main urban area from the entrance of the city is more than 20 minutes away, never interrupted!

Familiar city, familiar human beings, familiar sky.

All of this is no longer familiar because of an LED.

"This is..." Wang Chenghao gasped: "This is...these are traces of the activities of 'those things'..."

"It's definitely not a militarized exercise! These are all concealment!"

On the screen, the entire Bao'an City is almost covered with a light red layer!

There are even three places that are as bright as blood!

Qin Ye withdrew his gaze: "Drive."

The guess was useless, and Zhang Baoguo must have more details. They had already agreed on the address. The car drove very quickly, and no one was in the mood to see the scenery on the road. Follow the navigation for twenty minutes and drove to a well-decorated teahouse.

"Sir, do you have an appointment?" As soon as he entered the door, a waiter came up and asked with a smile.

"Mr. Zhang's appointment."

"Please. Room 204."

Qin Ye quickly walked up to the second floor and stood at the door of Room 204. He just put his finger on the door, but stopped.

"What?" Wang Chenghao said curiously.

"...You said, what would you do if you had white hair and saw your former peers appear in front of you with a youthful face?"

"Thousands of cuts!!"

Qin Ye glared at him fiercely, without any innovation and vulgarity!

The door was gently pushed open, and there was a dark blue carpet inside. A one-and-a-half-meter-long sea of ​​peaches and flying cranes was placed in the middle, and two Grand Master chairs were placed next to it. The peony brushwork was magnificently placed on the easel. With the exquisitely carved palace lanterns, it has to be said that they are all Chinese-style decorations, which are much more elegant and luxurious than Fenglai Hotel.

On the Grand Master's chair, an old man with a gray head and a young man in a thin sweater stood up immediately when he saw the door open.

Surprisingly, no one spoke.

Da... The door was closed gently, and Qin Ye looked at the old man opposite. Although his hair was white, he was very energetic, with a figure of about 1.8 meters, and he was very burly. The wrinkles on his face were not too many, with traces of vicissitudes.

Young people are somewhat similar to old people, both have national faces. They have broken hair and thick eyebrows, and look very energetic.

"I haven't seen you for twenty years. You're old." In the end, Qin Ye spoke and walked over with a smile.

When Zhang Baoguo saw Qin Ye's first glance, his body began to tremble slightly. The eyes in his eyes were very complicated, as if he had seen his past and his youth... Finally, he turned into a sigh: "I haven't seen you for twenty years, but you are not old."

Dong! The two of them hugged their bodies firmly. Even Qin Ye felt a lot of emotion at this moment. Zhang Baoguoqi couldn't help but burst into tears. He hugged Qin Ye hard, and patted his back with his hand: "Long time no see, how are you okay?"

"Don't be fine. You're not bad, have you been promoted?"

It took Qin Ye a full three or four minutes to sit in the seat with a hint of white clouds and cuckoo.

"Old Qin." Zhang Baoguo did not sit down, bowed deeply, almost ninety degrees: "Thank you back then."

The young man who was looking at the two of them curiously, his hands holding the teacup were shaking, and he looked at his father in disbelief.

Qin...Old?

Did you hear it wrong?

Today, my father asked him to come, and he had a debate at the university student union today and turned it off. My father's original words were: No matter what you are doing, you must be with me today!

So, he is here.

but!

He originally thought that it was his father paving the way for him, his father's friend of a high-ranking official, etc. The moment he opened the door, he was a little surprised. But he subconsciously thought that this was the second or even third generation from Kyoto.

But as soon as this title came out, he was completely confused.

Mr. Qin?

He had never seen his father use this word to anyone!

Even the secretary and the mayor have never used it!

But he is so respectful to a person who is obviously a junior and his age?

Qin Ye didn't pay attention to the youth's expression at all. He nodded naturally: "It was a simple task back then, so it would be a good thing. If you hadn't been doing it right and sitting upright, I wouldn't have taken action."

"But...you let me see a different world!" Zhang Baoguo's voice became excited again: "I know... how difficult it is for people like you to be in society. Especially you have a personality like Yi Yun Yehe and are unwilling to join the government. You risked being reported by me...I..."

He lowered his head, his voice choked, and wiped his eyes.

The young man immediately handed over the scarf, and the expectation in his eyes disappeared.

It turns out he is the benefactor...

Do your father’s benefactors need to repay their kindness by themselves?

"It's over, Lao Zhang, don't call me old every time. I'm old." Qin Ye picked up the tea and drank it all: "From now, call Lao Qin."

"How is this..."

"That's it." Qin Ye smiled and said, "Deputy Director of the Municipal Party Committee Supervision Bureau? I have real power. Several bosses in the city have to establish a good relationship with you."

Zhang Baoguo smiled helplessly and shook his head, his eyes slightly swept the young man: "Zhang Linhua, why are you standing there? Why don't you serve tea for your godfather?"

What!?

Zhang Linhua was simply stunned.

Godfather?

Godfather?!

When did I recognize my godfather?

Isn’t his identity lingering in the city? Now there is an extra godfather of the same age?!

"What are you looking at!" Zhang Baoguo was displeased and glared: "I didn't wink at all, I didn't see your godfather's teacup empty?"

"I..." Zhang Linhua was so embarrassed that he was so angry that he opened his mouth several times, but he couldn't scream.

"Forget it. Lao Zhang." Qin Ye filled himself with himself: "I look a little tender."

What does it mean to look like!

How can you live for 20 years? I will take your surname!!

Zhang Linhua's temples jumped around and sat down with the flow.

Zhang Baoguo glared at him fiercely and looked at Wang Chenghao with a smile: "This friend...is the same as you?"

The same two words have many meanings. Qin Ye smiled slightly and looked at Zhang Linhua. Zhang Baoguo sighed silently. Without the name of a godfather, Zhang Linhua was not qualified to listen to the following words.

"Go out. Wait on the first floor."

Zhang Linhua walked out with the anger in his heart. The room calmed down, and after a few seconds, Qin Ye said, "Do you know about the Special Investigation Office?"

"I know, I even knew that I wanted to set up a special investigation office a year ago. It seems that there are talented people like you." Zhang Baoguo said carefully: "Their power began to soar four months ago. They have the right to directly mobilize the army without coordination."

Qin Ye thought to himself: "They have fully started to take over local defense?"

Zhang Baoguo looked around and whispered: "It's not just local defense... Lao Qin, I know that some things in this world cannot be explained by science, or science has not yet reached that point. Do you think, how many aspects did the outbreak of supernatural events involve?"

"Medical, people's livelihood, engineering... so to speak, there is no place for them to intervene. And as long as they intervene, all other departments have to give in!"

"Including you?"

"Including us!" Zhang Baoguo replied affirmatively: "They even left all supervisory institutions. If they had to make a metaphor, do you remember the Jinyiwei of the Ming Dynasty?"

Go straight to the sky!

So that's it... Qin Ye held the teacup and his eyes moved slightly. This special investigation office had a huge system, complex structure, and a prosperous power. What he saw in Qingxi County was just the tip of the iceberg.

Secondly, this department is not a one-day contribution, and the country probably started preparing for this day a long time ago.

"How is the situation in Bao'an City? If I say...I want their list, and a detailed map of the supernatural explosion area, it is best to have power distribution. Can it be done?"

"What do you want their list to do?" Zhang Baoguo asked in confusion.

"Living." Qin Ye said lightly: "I don't want to have conflicts with them. My identity is shameless. Avoiding all dangers is the way to survive in a person like me. Lao Zhang, it's not that I underestimate you, once I'm discovered... you can't suppress it at all."

Zhang Baoguo pondered for a moment and shook his head: "I'm afraid I can't do it."

"I'll show you something." He touched his back, took out a kraft paper bag, and took out a folded map, one meter square, and a stack of information from it. Qin Ye took it and saw that it was a map of Bao'an City.

"There are four districts and six counties in Bao'an City. I have already compiled the numbers 1-4. The information here also has numbers, corresponding to each district."

Qin Ye opened the information, and his eyes suddenly jumped as soon as he opened it.

On May 14, a series of disappearances occurred in Guxian County. The Special Investigation Office took over and found four twisted bodies in the county reservoir seven days later, with unknown causes of death.

On May 20, a bizarre death occurred in Ping'an County. The deceased became mummy and became human skin one day. The Special Investigation Office took over and destroyed the old locust tree in the suburbs of the county three days later. A broken urn was dug out under it, and it no longer appeared.

June, 4th...June 12th...June 30th...July 2nd...

On the map, there was no red at the beginning. From May, the red is like a tide, slowly surrounding the city!

"On July 2, a collective invasion occurred in the Third Hospital of the City, and everyone claimed that they had seen something unclean. That night, two nurses were hung on the rooftop, and the Special Investigation Office took over overnight. Afterwards, the Third Hospital was closed for four days?"

He flipped gently: "On August 9, at Wanshou Cemetery in the suburbs, the night watchman clearly heard someone singing a Huangmei opera at night. The next day, the two cemeteries on the top of the mountain turned from inside to outside..."
To be continued...