He just broke up with his girlfriend and is already living with the devilish rich girl.

One o'clock in the morning.

The lights in the Special Administration building were still on.

If those above feel the pressure, those below won't be able to relax.

It's not just a predator incident.

In addition, there were official documents issued by the State Administration of Radio, Film and Television.

Although it was not explicitly stated that the ruler's power was stolen.

However, he warned everyone in a very stern tone that the powerful device managed by the General Administration had been stolen.

The entire team needs to work together to solve this case.

The vending machine at the end of the corridor buzzes every few minutes.

I wonder who's buying canned coffee in the middle of the night.

The interrogation room door was ajar, and the sound of keyboard typing could be heard intermittently from inside.

I've been typing all day.

The few agents who remained in the interrogation department hadn't left the floor since the afternoon.

Kang Zhengyuan and his daughter were arranged to stay in a guest room on the fifth floor.

Officially, it was a temporary stay to cooperate with the investigation, but the number of surveillance cameras at the entrance was doubled.

The security guards patrolling the night go around the area every two hours.

Old Zhou from the interrogation department sat behind his desk, with Kang Zhengyuan's file spread out in front of him.

Former Technical Director of the Biological Management Section of the Special Administration Bureau, he participated in several top-secret projects.

He resigned voluntarily ten years ago.

He then worked for a private biopharmaceutical company for three years before resigning.

After working my way up through several small companies, I was laid off last month.

The files were excessively clean; there were no criminal records, unusual financial transactions, or connections to non-governmental organizations.

But Lao Zhou always felt something was wrong.

He based his description on the description given by the operative named Zheng Xingguang who brought Kang Zhengyuan back.

Kang Zhengyuan was clearly afraid of something.

Old Zhou has worked in the interrogation department for over ten years and has seen many people.

Innocent people will feel angry and wronged, and will be eager to defend themselves.

Kang Zhengyuan was different; he seemed to have been waiting for this day for a long time.

...

...

At 1:10 a.m., footsteps were heard outside the lobby door.

Then came the rustling sound of plastic bags rubbing together.

A whiff of oden broth wafted in through the crack in the door.

Zheng Xingguang pushed open the door, carrying several plastic bags in his hand.

Oden, and more than ten boxes of bento boxes.

Braised pork belly, Kung Pao chicken, and eggplant with garlic sauce were stacked neatly.

His shoulders and back were wet, and his hair was dripping wet.

"Come, come, seniors, take a rest."

He placed the lunch bag on the empty table and took out the lunch boxes one by one.

"Let's grab some late-night snacks. You need to be full to have the energy to work overtime."

Old Zhou also came out of the archives, took off his glasses, and rubbed his eyes.

"Xiao Guang, you always bring late-night snacks when you work overtime, it makes us feel bad."

"There's nothing to be embarrassed about. Our little Guang is just being considerate of us old folks. Director Zhou, if you're embarrassed, then don't eat it."

A female clerk peeked out from behind the computer and took the oden he handed her.

"No way, Xiao Guang bought this himself, I have to try it."

"Hey, Xiaoguang, is it raining outside? Look, your shoulders are all soaked."

"Yes, it's just starting." Zheng Xingguang wiped the water droplets from his forehead.

The female clerk was disassembling disposable chopsticks when she heard this and suddenly slapped her forehead.

"Oh no! I forgot about the red alert for heavy rain that was issued yesterday!"

"Those flood control sandbags haven't been moved out yet, and the window in the archives room didn't seem to be closed properly during the morning's maintenance."

"Hurry up."

Another male colleague put down his unopened lunchbox and stood up.

"If the archives room gets flooded, all the paper files of the Ninghai branch over the past ten years will be ruined."

Several people stood up at the same time, the chair legs scraping against the floor with a creaking sound.

As he walked out, he turned back and shouted to the others.

"Leave some for us! Don't let Old Zhou clean it all up by himself!"

Old Zhou remained seated, picked up a piece of braised pork, and stuffed it into his mouth.

He waved to their retreating figures.

"Go ahead and don't worry. When you come back, I won't even leave you any soup."

As the group walked to the door, they bumped into Fu Yang, who was walking towards them.

"Captain Fu!"

"Hmm, where are you going? You seem to be in a hurry."

"There's going to be a heavy downpour later, let's take some precautions."

"Okay, go ahead."

He walked to the table and put the plastic bags he was carrying on it.

The bag landed on the table with a dull thud.

That was a whole big bag of barbecue.

Another female clerk was holding a bowl of oden in one hand and reaching for grilled chicken wings with the other.

She bumped her elbow and knocked over a carton of yogurt. Her colleague caught it quickly and scolded her.

"Are you an octopus? Why do you have so many arms?!"

Zheng Xingguang took the pack of Zhonghua cigarettes out of his pocket and tossed it to Fu Yang across the table.

Fu Yang caught it, tore open the package, shook out a cigarette, put it in his mouth, lit it, and took a deep drag.

"Hey kid, with your skills and obedience, you shouldn't be staying in the Supernatural Management Department."

"What future is there in following up on those old cases involving demons and monsters all day?"

"Hurry up and transfer to headquarters, or go to your sister's demon-slaying team. She's been expanding recently and is in dire need of capable fighters."

Zheng Xingguang was unpacking the second boxed lunch when he stopped.

"Captain Fu, when I first joined the bureau, my master taught me everything from recognizing talismans and drawing talismans to flying swords. He taught me for five whole years."

"Now that his leg is injured and he's retired, there aren't many players in Corey who can play, so I can't just leave like this."

Fu Yang looked at him for a few seconds and then stopped trying to persuade him.

Thunder started outside at that moment.

The windows of the entire building were buzzing.

Then a bolt of lightning struck.

Just then, footsteps echoed down the corridor.

The doors to the lobby opened.

The first one to enter was the tall nun Arya.

That face, which was usually always smiling, was expressionless at this moment.

Seeing that everyone in the room was eating, I nodded as a greeting.

Following behind her was Father Constantine.

He carried Evelyn on his back.

That short nun who was chattering incessantly in the station during the day.

She was lying on the priest's back, her eyes closed, breathing a little rapidly.

There were no visible external injuries on her body, but her face was frighteningly pale, and her fingers were gripping the priest's clothes tightly.

The interrogation room fell silent for a moment.

Then someone in the corner lowered their voice and drifted over like a mosquito's buzz.

"Wait, how did you get injured? You were so arrogant before we set off."

"It's all this 'God's blessing' and 'holy light's punishment,' I thought they were really that powerful..."

Another voice followed, lowered even further.

"Shh, keep your voice down. They're here to help us investigate the case, even though they don't seem to have found anything..."

Fu Yang tapped the table with his chopsticks.

Two soft taps, not very loud, but everyone shut their mouths.

He stood up, walked around the table and chairs, and went to Constantine.

"What's going on?"

Fu Yang's voice turned somber.

"That monster has helpers."

Constantine said, "A woman, and a giant white wolf."

Fu Yang's hand, holding a cigarette, froze in mid-air, and ash fell onto his sleeve.

Zheng Xingguang also looked up and met Fu Yang's gaze.

Both of them were stunned when they heard the name "White Wolf".