In the study, Zhang Yuanqing looked at the portrait hanging on the wall, then at Fu Qingyang, who was sitting in a well-deserved manner, and sighed:

"Pictures are good paintings, what a pity!"

Fu Qingyang, who was about to ask questions, was stunned when he heard this: "How can I explain this?"

Zhang Yuanqing said sincerely: "Even if the painter is of high quality, he cannot copy the spirit and handsomeness of a centurion, which is a pity."

Fu Qingyang looked at him a few times and said lightly: "Talk about serious matters, don't waste your time on these meaningless words."

But Zhang Yuanqing saw from the other party's subtle expression that he was actually very helpful.

When he first came in, Fu Qingyang's brows were slightly locked and he was worried, but now his brows were stretched and his face was much softer.

Zhang Yuanqing pulled up to sit down with a high-back chair, looked at the cold young master beside the desk, and asked:

"How long will it take for the elders to make the decision to deal with Xiahou Chi?"

"I can't give you an answer," Fu Qingyang shook his head and immediately explained:

"Xiahou Chi can't escape, but he is the direct subordinate of the Xiahou family. Before dealing with him, he must discuss with the Xiahou family. Killing without complaint will affect the relationship between the two forces and even cause conflicts."

This is what the butt determines thinking. Zhang Yuanqing nodded to express his understanding.

The elders’ perspectives on problems are different from those of grassroots personnel, and only if they are the same will there be problems.

"What will the centurion plan to investigate next?"

Fu Qingyang glanced at him and said nothing.

It seems that there is no good idea. Indeed, it is too difficult to find a high level that is hidden in one's mind, and it takes time. Zhang Yuanqing immediately said:

"Centurion, I remember that on the night when I killed Wuji, we discussed the motive of Black Imperman lurking in the Songhai because there was a problem with the Holy Grail of Depravity, so Black Imperman secretly contacted Dark Night Rose and met with the other party in the Songhai."

Fu Qingyang nodded slightly.

Zhang Yuanqing continued:

"After getting off work yesterday, I thought for a long time why Dark Night Rose helped Hei Wuchang? What benefits are they able to get."

Fu Qingyang's eyes froze.

Zhang Yuanqing said to himself: "We have analyzed that the problem of the Fallen Holy Grail originated from the Demon Lord, and the Demon Lord is the Night Travel God. He must have used some means to make the Fallen Holy Grail go wrong. But I have a shallow understanding and I can't imagine that there can be anything that can affect the rule-like prop of the Fallen Holy Grail."

He did not point out the ability of the Sun's divine power field, so he was too deliberate. With Fu Qingyang's knowledge, it would be enough to just look at the water.

Fu Qingyang pondered for a few seconds, his eyes getting brighter and brighter:

"The only things that can deal with the Fallen Holy Grail are objects of the same level. I understand the means of the Demon Lord checking and balancing the Fallen Holy Grail."

He glanced at Zhang Yuanqing and said:

"This is the divine power of the sun, which can be used by the high-level night tour gods to control the power of the sun. As for whether the Demon Lord uses props or related items, I need to check the database. If necessary, I need to apply for permission from Taiyimen.

"The Dark Night Rose should want to get it. Although this cannot directly find Black Impermanence, the more information we know, the more breakthrough will appear."

The cold young master smiled and praised: "Your idea is very good. I did not read the wrong person. If you are a scout, you will definitely be very outstanding."

Forget it, what's the point of taking it seriously? Zhang Yuanqing dared to make such a joke in front of Li Dongze, but did not dare to insult the scout in front of Fu Qingyang, and said regretfully: "Yes, yes."

After leaving the villa, Zhang Yuanqing called Wang Qian.

"What are your instructions?" Wang Qian said respectfully.

Is it too frequent that you contact me?

"You tell me to stop killing the palace master, and then Xiahou Xin was silenced. In addition, I asked her to investigate the matter, I hope she can be faster, and time is very tight." Zhang Yuanqing said in a deep voice.

Wang Qian stopped in his ears, stunned in shock.

On the one hand, I was surprised that Xiahou Xin was silenced, who was silenced?

On the other hand, Yuanshi Tianzun's urging tone made her investigate things faster. Those who don't know thought the palace master was his informant.

The Palace Master should not be this kid's informant, right?

"Okay, OK!" Wang Qian hung up the phone with a confused look on his face.

Next, go to Wuhen Hotel and find the evil professions there to inquire about information. Zhang Yuanqing left the villa community, wandered on the roadside for a long time, and stopped a taxi.

After discussing the price, he took a taxi to Jinshan City to the north.

An hour later, Zhang Yuanqing, wearing a baseball cap and mask, walked into the hall of Wuhen Hotel.

The woman at the front desk looked at him, looked at him for a moment, recognized Zhang Yuanqing, frowned and said, "What are you here to do?"

She was still dressed when she first met, with a white shirt with a burgundy suit and a standard hotel waiter uniform.

The facial features are bright and grand, the eyes are round and charming, and the chest is tall, full of the charm of a mature woman.

It's just that his expression is cold and makes it difficult to get close to.

Zhang Yuanqing, who knew that the other party was not a cruel person, smiled and said:

"Don't be so wary. I want to make friends with my aunt, and have multiple friends and multiple ways."

The gorgeous woman narrowed her eyes and sneered:

"If you want to fuck me, you will die miserably. If you have any intentions about the group behind me, you will die even more miserably.

"Go back, this is not the place you should come."

No, why do you think I want to fuck you? Does the eagle eat chicks? Zhang Yuanqing complained in his heart that he fully utilized his social skills:

"Don't speak so much. People need friends, and they must be good at making friends, so that their roads will become wider and wider. Only when you are a father on the day can you know his last words when you are accused of being a friend to me."

The gorgeous woman stared at him for a few seconds and said coldly:

"Tell me your purpose."

Zhang Yuanqing immediately said, "Have you heard of Hei Wuchang? The official has been searching for him recently. Do you have any news about him?"

The gorgeous woman mocked: "Do you think I can find out the whereabouts of Hei Wuchang for you by sitting in the hotel?"

She pondered for a few seconds and said, "I can help you inquire at the black market."

Seeing Zhang Yuanqing looking confused, she explained:

"It's not the kind of black market you officially allow, it's a black market that only evil professions know. After all, even a scumbag with evil deeds needs to trade.

"But I have to charge labor fees, risk subsidies, and mental loss fees."

I can understand the labor fees and risk subsidies, what the hell is mental loss? Zhang Yuanqing said: "Mental loss fees?"

The woman curled her lips and said with confidence: "Every time I see those ugly and disgusting guys, I feel like I've been raped by a man a hundred times."

Well, you've been so self-deprecating, what else can I say? Zhang Yuanqing couldn't find a reason to bargain for a while, so he had to ask:

"You just tell me how much it costs."

"Fifty thousand!" the woman said lightly: "No refund will be made regardless of whether there is any information or not."

50,000, if it were the past, I could only take off myself and lay on the bed and say, Auntie, I am yours tonight. But for me now, this is just a small amount of money. Zhang Yuanqing said:

"My only request for the deal is to be fast, the faster the better."

As he said that, he took out his cell phone: "Exchange the contact information, what do you call my aunt?"

The woman said, "Xiaoyuan."

"Good name"

Leaving Wuhen Hotel, Zhang Yuanqing walked along the road towards Songhai, intending to walk a distance before taking a taxi.

The infrastructure of Kingsoft City is far inferior to Songhai, especially in the suburbs, where large trucks often drive, so there are cracks and tilts on the roadside.

"Ding Dong~"

The cell phone in her pocket shook, and Zhang Yuanqing stopped by the side of the road and took out his cell phone to check it out.

An unread message:

[Have you heard of the legend of a murderer in white? It is said that she is an evil spirit wandering in dreams. Her image is wearing dirty white clothes, disheveled hair, and holding a kitchen knife in her hand. Her body is made up of the limbs of different people, her face facing behind her back, and she always walks upside down

[The murderer in white wanders in the dream in the middle of the night, looking for the target to be killed. When she decides who she wants to kill, she will knock on the other party’s door at midnight and then kill the target.

[People who receive this message, please forward it to the next person before midnight, otherwise the murderer in white will come to you.]

"What era is this? Is there such spam information that can be XX without forwarding?"

Zhang Yuanqing suddenly recalled the prank information that was often popular in a chat software group when he was in middle school, which was in this format.

At this time, a taxi came.

He put his cell phone back in his pocket and reached out to stop the taxi. When he heard that it was from Songhai, the driver agreed very happily.

Zhang Yuanqing returned to Songhai at 11 noon.

He was planning to find a restaurant on the street to solve the problem of food and clothing, but suddenly he thought that in order to improve employee welfare, Fujiyuan Shichang increased the lunch expenses of each person by ten yuan.

It was originally a meal of 30 yuan.

Forty yuan, you can have a very good lunch.

Immediately asked the driver to divert to Kangyang District Public Security Bureau.
To be continued...