In the evening, the trio gathered as usual to eat hot pot at the hot pot restaurant downstairs of Wang Siyan's house.

It has only been two hours since they separated from Zhong Taiping's house and continued their gathering at eight o'clock. However, in these two hours, Zhang Wei had already investigated the disappearance of the commissioner that Wu Wu said.

He also brought over the interrogation news of the prisoner who attacked Zhou Ming's house.

"Fuck! Are you a social person like this? Work is really tiring. I really want to go back to school. At least I could rest for a while after finishing each thing. It's not like now where one thing follows another.

Things keep happening." Zhang Wei complained, venting his resentment by throwing the beef rolls on the plate into the boiling red soup.

Without saying a word, Wang Siyan played with the pieces of meat with the air-conditioning gloves he snatched from Lou Wenzhi. He grabbed the pieces of meat in the air and threw them into the hot pot piece by piece, which attracted Zhang Wei's frequent glances.

"The things you made are so convenient. When I eat hot pot in the future, I won't need serving chopsticks to put the ingredients."

"Hey, I asked the department to inspect it. This thing is a genuine relic, not a magic tool. It's awesome!" Wang Siyan said with a smile, showing that she was very satisfied with this small prop. Of course, what she was most satisfied with was the price estimate given by the appraisal agency.

value.

Relics are very rare things that are produced from relics. The biggest difference between them and spell tools is that there is no spell erosion on the user. Its own spell power is completely restrained and will generally not be strengthened or weakened.

.

"This is delicious. Miss Wang, please go downstairs and bring up three more plates. Also bring up another plate of enoki mushrooms and lettuce. I'll show you how to eat the awesome beef roll lettuce." Zhou Ming lit it with chopsticks.

The almost empty plate urged.

While talking, Zhou Ming kept eating from the hot pot.

He had heard a saying that only love and good food should be lived up to. At first he thought this sentence was to praise the enjoyment that good food and love can bring to people, but now he has a new understanding of this wise saying.

The constant crying and laughing face and the various negative impacts brought by the red door have put Zhou Ming in a state of high mental stress these days, and the stress level has almost exploded. But even in this case, the hot pot eater

It’s still a great time!

The human brain is really the product of natural selection. Even in extremely scary environments, if the happy hormones such as serotonin, dopamine, and endorphins in the body can be activated, then people can still feel happy.

Although sometimes this mechanism may seem silly, at this moment Zhou Ming was extremely grateful for this simple and happy procedure. He couldn't help but describe his feelings to Zhang Wei, and received strong recognition from the other party.

"Isn't this natural! We are just ordinary human beings. How can we solve problems like a robot with tense nerves all day long? Only by combining work and rest can we improve efficiency. The great writer Balzac drank coffee. Soldiers on the battlefield

You have to drink. Only by balancing work and rest at the same time can you achieve the highest efficiency!"

After Zhang Wei finished speaking, he paused and pulled out a cowhide bag from under his buttocks: "Let's talk about serious things while eating. The criminal who attacked your home said something interesting and the person who asked him to do it.

It's the Crying and Laughing Mask you mentioned, but the order given was not to kill, but to capture alive.

"This guy is quite strong. He is very suitable for sneaking into assassinations. Catching an ordinary person is as easy as picking up money from the ground. It's a pity that he met your father. He just stepped in the spot one day and was arrested the next day."

Zhou Ming raised his eyebrows: "Didn't you say that dad found him?"

"That's not entirely true. He said that he used a telescope to look at your house from two buildings away. He spent half an hour following his godfather's route to work. According to him, he would never be discovered. But in the end, his godfather found me that day.

Dad, he said that someone was following him when he was at work, and there were people who peeked at the windows at home at night! Hahaha!" Zhang Wei couldn't help but laugh out loud.

"My dad is quite keen." Zhou Ming smiled.

"You can't give up the investigation now. Even if you give up, the smiling face will always be there. He will always be a hidden danger. We have no way out." Zhang Wei stared at Zhou Ming with a serious look on his face.

Zhou Ming nodded lightly, picked up the beef with his chopsticks, rolled up the lettuce and stuffed it into his mouth.

What Zhang Wei said is right. The safety of his family has been threatened. If the source of the danger is not solved, he will not be able to sleep well.

Although my parents now receive the strictest protection from relevant departments in the central city, this protection has a time limit and it is impossible to maintain the highest intensity of protection forever.

And he didn't want his parents to live in a safe house like this. Living in a safe house was not life.

…

Central urban area, safe community.

It can be called a concentration camp. It occupies one-third of the area in the central city. Most of the residential areas are empty. However, these houses can welcome residents at any time, as long as they are family members of employees of relevant departments.

This is the safest place to live.

There are 24-hour conjurers who are in good spirits to patrol around the place day and night, and there is an AC radio station that works around the clock for calling for help. Each room has various security measures, and there are no blind spots around it, and these monitors are monitored in real time.

It's not like an ordinary control room where the security guard can desert.

The safe community here is the biggest benefit given to the hermits by the relevant departments. As long as they are working or the family members of employees who have died, they can move in at any time.

Of course, living here also means losing relative freedom. You can only stay in the house all day long, and your entertainment is reading boring books and DVDs. However, the relevant departments will definitely ensure the absolute safety of the parties concerned.

At this moment, Zhou Donglai was sitting in the small dining room of Safe House No. 404 in Building 4. There were two pistols and several boxes of ammunition on the table.

These bullets are not ordinary bullets, but magic bullets that have been prayed by the relevant departments’ seminaries. The level of magic power is B level. They are fatal to B level weirdos and A level magicians.

He specially asked Zhang Jianguo to get these weapons. Zhang Jianguo worked as a weapons dealer and had some contacts with the local government, so he could get the very precious magic bullets.

Among all the magic tools, the magic bullet is the most precious because it is a one-time item, its durability is not worthy of the time spent in praying, its price-performance ratio is too low, and its inventory is scarce. Most of it is just a spare and will not increase production at all.

But for the sake of safety, Zhou Donglai still bought two boxes. In addition, he also bought two magic tools with a level of spell power. These items were wrapped in a special rune wrapper and easily

not in contact.

He is just an ordinary person. If he comes into contact with such an item with a high level of magic power, he will be corroded by the magic power.

"Crack!"

"Crack!"

He pressed the magic bullets into the magazine one by one. After preparing everything, Zhou Donglai breathed a sigh of relief, wrapped the handle of the gun with a rune bandage, and placed it in the box next to it.
Chapter completed!