As soon as the phone was called, the other side shouted impatiently:

"Who is on the horse? I'm busy, and the fire is on my eyebrows."

"Dazhuang, it's me, Qin Mu."

"Qin Mu! How are you doing now? Why do you call me with a landline?"

Kui Dazhuang suddenly became much gentler, but his tone was still very fast.

"I can't finish it for a while. It seems that it's not convenient for you now?"

Qin Mu listened carefully to the sound over there, and from time to time, a few strange sounds came.

"It's really not convenient. If you have any questions, just talk! I'll go and you will step on the horse!"

In the end, Kui Dazhuang said that, I don’t know who he scolded.

Seeing this, Qin Mu didn't know whether he should continue to say it, after all, the other party might not be able to help him.

"I have lost traces of the Near East, I need you to set up an altar to help it!"

"Why don't you set it yourself? This is a piece of cake!"

"I'm squatting in the bureau, it's inconvenient."

"ah??"

Kui Dazhuang was stunned for two seconds, and then continued to get busy again.

"Okay, I'll help you as soon as possible and give me the Near East horoscope of death."

Similarly, Qin Mu was stunned for a few seconds.

Because handing over the death character of the Near East is equivalent to handing over the safety of the Near East to others.

He must carefully re-examine Kui Dazhuang's credibility.

"Dazhuang, can I trust you?"

Qin Mu asked extremely seriously.

But Kui Dazhuang didn't care at all, but shouted without caring at all:

"Go and go, if you don't give me, I'll almost stop you from freeing!"

After receiving such a perfunctory reply, Qin Mu smiled knowingly and then readily reported the Near East's death horoscope.

After all, there is nothing to doubt about people like Dazhuang who have no intentions.

"Okay, okay, I will help you with what I have done in front of me."

After Kui Dazhuang said that, he hung up the phone.

"What are you secretly saying while covering the microphone!" A comrade scolded.

"I can say anything, this is my right."

Qin Mu put down the microphone without any guilt, and then he was locked in again.

According to regulations, he must be released tomorrow night as soon as possible.

This short and long period of time is enough to cause countless variables.

It was only in the middle of the night that the landline in the bureau was blown up.

As soon as Kui Dazhuang connected, he shouted that he wanted to find Qin Mu, but he was both mercilessly killed by his comrade.

Although he beat him countless times anxiously, Qin Mu in the detention room had no idea about it.

Until the phone rang hundreds of times, the comrades could not bear it anymore, but they could not stop the main line in the game.

Just compromised and let Qin Mu answer the phone.

"Dazhuang, what do you mean?" Qin Mu blurted out.

“A little tricky.”

Qin Mu hurriedly asked: "Let's explain it clearly!"

"I have written the eight characters of the Near East in the purest and thickest cinnabar on the Zhengyang Yellow Talisman, but it still fades away immediately after writing it."

"The same is true for writing nearly ten talismans in front and back. I really can't find its whereabouts, so I can only confirm that its soul body still exists."

Kui Dazhuang was quite helpless.

As Qin Mu expected, the Near East must have been trapped by some means, and its technique was very clever.

The other party is definitely not an ordinary person. After cutting off the clues, Qin Mu asked again:

"Is there any whereabouts of my Qiankun bag?"

"Uh... your bag can't be found on the plane, and it's probably taken away by the staff as lost property."

"Then you go to the lost and found office to get it back?"

"How dare I?! Following the normal process, people have to ask me what is in it. If they open your Qiankun bag..."

Upon hearing this, Qin Mu woke up immediately and realized that this was a serious problem.

The things in him cannot be found, otherwise they will never be able to be taken back.

"Or don't go through the normal process..." Qin Mu said awkwardly.

"You wouldn't let me steal, right? I don't want to go to jail like you. Why did you squat in?"

Kui Dazhuang said curiously.

"It's hard to describe it. Anyway, I can't move without the Qiankun Bag now!"

"If I could use a magic weapon inside, I could easily find out the whereabouts of the Near East."

Qin Mu couldn't help gritting his teeth.

"Come on, Yuanshui cannot save the near fire. If the other party wants to destroy the near east, I will not have time to send you the Qiankun bag with a rocket."

"If the other party doesn't want to kill him, you don't have to be so anxious."

Kui Dazhuang analyzed it, and Qin Mu also felt it was reasonable.

"Oh? This doesn't seem to be said from Brother Dazhuang." He joked.

"I'm sorry, working under that old devil, all the edges and corners are almost wiped out!"

Kui Dazhuang couldn't help complaining.

"Haha, what have you done with him recently..."

Before Qin Mu could ask, the comrades around him saw him talking and laughing, and just thought he was lying on the phone to chat.

"Hey hey hey! When this is where it is! Hang up quickly!"

There was no choice but to say at the last moment: "You must find a way to help me get the Qiankun bag!" and hung up the phone.

Back in the detention room, he pondered hard about the plight of the Near East. Although it was not fatal, it was also in dire straits.

"It was only after writing the eight characters... It means that you were not deliberately hidden, but just trapped?"

Qin Mu muttered.

After all, if the Near East is hidden, the result is that the eight characters cannot be written, and it will not fade away after it is written.

There are hundreds of ways to trap ghosts, but there is only one way to trap high-level soul bodies.

"It's sealed!" Qin Mu Hou realized it.

He almost couldn't remember this word for a long time.

This is the most profound ghost trapping technique, which not only requires the caster to have terrible force, but also requires a very rare and rare carrier.

That is the raw material for making ghost posts.

Moreover, holding a ghost post is equivalent to holding a prison where ghosts are imprisoned.

It is very strict to keep the evil ghost prison at all times.

In this way, it seems that the scope can be narrowed down, after all, few people can hold ghost posts.

"Damn! I don't know any of them either!" Qin Mu said angrily.

He kicked the iron door and just wanted to get out as soon as possible.

"What's wrong with Brother Qin? It's useless to kick this door."

"I guess I want to go out. If I were outside, I would definitely bring my brothers to rob the prison! Unfortunately, I am inside now."

"Old knife, you can pull it down, who can't fart!"

The other inmates burst into laughter.

Qin Mu smiled bitterly and said, "Dear brothers, don't bother me anymore. This is my own business."

As soon as he finished speaking, a sharp sound of brakes came from the bureau, which resounded throughout the building.

As soon as the car door opened, a white boot stepped out with the scorched and burnt tire position, and the two Maybaches were parked behind at the same time.

“Is it here?”

Qiao Yulan asked his subordinates around him.

"Yes, Miss Qin Mu was detained in it."

"You guys go and negotiate immediately."

“…”

In the detention room.

"Brother Qin, please don't waste your tricks. No matter how awesome you are in Jiangcheng, it's useless to enter this iron cage."

"How about we create a riot and let Brother Qin scramble out while the chaos?"

"No problem, anyway, I have a big case, I will probably have to sit for the rest of my life."
Chapter completed!