The hand that emerged from the shadow suddenly opened its five fingers and grabbed Chen Wei's feet hard. Chen Wei's eyes fell in front of him without any sense of anything.

Zhao Yunlan suddenly stretched out his hand, grabbed Chen Wei's arm, and pulled him back half a step.

"Oh, by the way, I suddenly remembered it," Zhao Yunlan said, and flicked the ashes into the shadow. The black hand in the shadow seemed to be scalded and suddenly shrank back. He said anxiously, "Look at my memory, the case is in a hurry. How can the school cooperate legally? I have to talk to your principal or secretary so that I can contact them for me?"

It was not until this time that Chen Wei finally glanced at him. Zhao Yunlan realized that the corners of Chen Wei's eyes slowly formed a line from the end of his eyes, slender, like the mist that was scanned when a thick ink was written on his head. The look of looking at it slanted behind the transparent glasses was almost touching people's hearts.

In the dark corridor, the eyes suddenly reminded me of the portrait of the scholar in the novel "The Strange Female" who was moved by the heart and put on the paper. Even though the person in the painting was as bright as the moon and as gentle as jade, he was inevitably infected with the author's unique demonic aura.

Then, Chen Wei smiled: "That's right, I really can't help here, and I may even cause trouble. Several offices in the south are from the mathematics department. You can just go in and ask, I'll talk to the principal."

"Thank you." Zhao Yunlan stretched out his hand that had been stuck in his pocket, shook it with Shen Wei with a smile, and said goodbye without hesitation. Then he waved to Guo Changcheng, turned around, and walked towards the office area on the other side with the intern in a big way.

But after taking two steps, Guo Changcheng looked back in a strange way.

He saw Chen Wei not leaving. The man wearing glasses stood there, took off his glasses, held them in his hand, and wiped them absent-mindedly with the corner of his clothes. His eyes that had been dodging for the moment were now staring at Zhao Yunlan's back. His eyes were extremely deep and far, dark. His expression seemed to be nostalgic, like restraint, containing some kind of attachment that was about to emerge... and seemed to contain some deep pain.

Shen Wei's shadow was dragged behind him long in the dim corridor, looking lonely and sad.

Guo Changcheng felt inexplicably, as if he had been standing there for thousands of years.

Chen Wei kept watching Zhao Yunlan turn over, and then he noticed Guo Changcheng who was turning back.

The young professor showed a polite smile and put on his glasses again, as if he had put on his skin that was not his own, nodded to Guo Changcheng, then picked up his lesson plan, turned around and disappeared into the elevator, as if everything just happened to be the illusion of a trembling young intern.

"Chu Zhao, that person just now..."

"Didn't you find that this is not the so-called 'Mathematics Department' office?" Zhao Yunlan interrupted him, stretched out his hand and touched the dust on the dusty windowsill, and casually twisted the dust on his fingertips, and said expressionlessly, "We were taken into the ditch. Do you think this is a coincidence, or did Professor Chen deliberately do it?"

Perhaps it was because Zhao Yunlan looked younger, or perhaps because his attitude was always very easy-going and friendly, Guo Changcheng's courage gradually became a little bit bigger, and he asked: "Then why do you want to let him go? What I mean is, if he brought us in on purpose, why..."

Zhao Yunlan held the cigarette in one hand and put the other in her pocket. She turned around and looked at him in a cloud of smoke. Guo Changcheng couldn't help but stop talking.

"He is an ordinary person. I have tested these things just now. It doesn't matter if you don't understand them. We will teach you slowly in the future." Zhao Yunlan's voice lowered. "In China, our rights are basically the same as colleagues in other departments. When there is no evidence, you can question and ask citizens to cooperate. You can doubt it, or even detain it according to law and ask someone to interrogate. However, there is one thing that you must not detain ordinary people in any dangerous scene without authorization. If something really happens, no one can bear this responsibility."

His tone was not harsh, but rather gentle, but probably because the corridor was too cool, which made Guo Changcheng shudder.

Zhao Yunlan turned his back to him and continued, "You can probably imagine that the cases in our hands cannot go through normal public prosecution procedures most of the time. Therefore, in some cases, we have the power to execute the offender on the spot. This power... is sometimes a dangerous thing, so we have a set of rules that must be followed, and do you know what the first one is?"

Guo Changcheng shook his head dumbly, and then found that the other party was facing away from him, unable to see his movements, and his face suddenly turned red.

"No matter whether you are facing a human or a ghost, as long as there is no conclusive evidence, you have to assume that he is innocent." Zhao Yunlan patted the black cat's butt, "And you, fat man, what was you doing just now? It was as flattering as a stupid dog."

The black cat slapped him in a paw without any hesitation, jumped out of his arms, and walked in front of the two of them with great momentum: "I just think something is wrong with Professor Shen, I can't tell what's wrong, but getting close to him makes me feel very comfortable."

Zhao Yunlan pointed out coldly: "You are also very comfortable when you get close to the wandering soul, especially if you like to bury small fish in the vagina where the corpse is hidden."

The black cat shook his tail and said disdainfully: "You know I mean that, stupid human."

Guo Changcheng: “…”

The corridor became darker and darker, as if they were walking into a secret passage that they could never walk through. Zhao Yunlan took out a lighter from his arms and ignited it with a "click". The small flames were jumping uneasyly in the darkness, quietly tearing a small hole in the boundless darkness.

The smile on the man's face disappeared, and there was a kind of unhealthy pale on his face under the fire, looking a little tired, but his eyes were extremely focused, as if it was deeper than the darkness around him. A smell of corruption came from the depths of the darkness, and Guo Changcheng couldn't help but cover his nose.

"I hate this kind of corridor that is wrapped in circles," Zhao Yunlan said softly, "I hate all round things, life and death, endless."

Guo Changcheng's nerves reached the extreme with his voice. At this moment, he suddenly heard a "click" in the darkness. In the lightning, Guo Changcheng couldn't help but think of the sound of bullets loading on the TV. Before he could ask, he felt something blowing gently behind his neck. Guo Changcheng jumped up suddenly, and then, he heard Zhao Yunlan say slightly and seriously: "Do not."

The tone was as if he was holding a plate of hot dumplings in his hand, so that people could get out of the way and not be so light-hearted.

Fortunately, before he could speak, Guo Changcheng was so scared that he rushed out.

The gunshot sounded in the darkness, and Guo Changcheng heard a heart-wrenching scream behind him - if he had hair, he would have exploded higher than when the fat cat Daqing was touched. The violent heartbeat made him feel like his chest was empty. Guo Changcheng almost suspected that he had been scared of a heart attack.

He sat on the ground and looked back in a mess. With the faint firelight on Zhao Yunlan's hand, Guo Changcheng saw a black shadow as big as a five or six-year-old child on the wall. At first glance, it looked like someone had painted a layer of ink on the wall. There was a "bucket mark" at the mouth of the "it" heart. With it as the center, a blood red was spreading out, as if it would also bleed.

"What is that?" Guo Changcheng asked in a scream that he was unfamiliar with.

"It's just a 'shadow' - don't be excited." Zhao Yunlan stretched out his hand and wiped the black shadow on the wall. The blood-red liquid fell down his fingertips like an old and damp wall skin.

"What... what's the shadow of something?"

Zhao Yunlan paused, suddenly turned his head and smiled strangely. For a moment, Guo Changcheng even felt that he had been grabbed by the other party's scary black eyes.

He heard Zhao Yunlan say softly in a creepy voice: "Do you know, sometimes, there is more than one shadow in a person."

Guo Changcheng didn't say a word, and slid down the wall behind him like a noodle.

Zhao Yunlan: “…”

"It's all your fault." Daqing raised his tail and walked around Guo Changcheng who had fainted twice. The unlucky young intern was already moving further and further on the road of "difficult every day". The black cat shook his tail dissatisfied, "What's the benefit of scaring him to you?"

"I didn't mean it." Zhao Yunlan stretched out his feet and kicked Guo Changcheng gently. The intern slid down his calves without any response. "Who knows that this guy is still voice-controlled, and he dizzy after just a few words? At most, I thought... he would pee on his pants or something."

Daqing: “…”

"This way I can use adult diapers to offset his bonus." Zhao Yunlan leaned over and moved Guo Changcheng up, and carried it on his shoulder. It looked like he was carrying a sack of potatoes, and he was shaking it with his steps. He moved lightly, but his tone was very cold, "Tell me, whose family this kid is? It's annoying under my nose."

"It is said that a big leader who just airborne in the department is this kid's uncle." Daqing said.

Zhao Yunlan asked expressionlessly: "Don't that idiot knows that the Special Investigation Department will not be transferred by the Ministry of Public Security? Or do he want to get his nephew a 'death in duty'?"

Daqing cried out: "If you have the ability, don't come to me. If you have the ability, you should throw the order in person, and call someone stupid behind him. He calls him one leader in person, and calls him a little more than a godfather. I have lived for thousands of years, and I have never seen you such a rude 'ruler'."

"Lost your rituals are small, starving to death is big." Zhao Yunlan pinched the smoke's butt and patted the cat gently on the forehead. "You comrades who have nothing to do all day long, please touch your consciences carefully. Your organization, the salary and bonuses paid on time every month, the benefits paid during the holidays, and the right to not be obstructed by any other department when doing business are all blown by strong winds? What is moral integrity? Can it be eaten? Is it delicious?"

Daqing, who has been eating imported cat food, has been increasingly internationalizing, silently shut up.

The "Soul-Suppressing Orders" of all generations have always been in charge of the affairs of the underworld in the three parts of the world. Even if they are not shown, they always regard themselves as aliens among the living people. Few people who are like Zhao Yunlan are as worldly as they are.

Moreover, he is not only a world-class person, but also very versatile, like a fish in water. He is a talent who can be in the underworld, can be at the banquet, can be in the cup and drink, can persuade people to drink, and is a brother in the mouth and scolds him in the heart.

As for eating, drinking, gambling, and acting in every situation, he is even more perfect and has all the five poisons.
Chapter completed!