From the Valkyrie to the Endless

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"No thanks."

Shen Qing lowered her head and shook it, hiding the expression on her face. It was not a good thing to let the General Administration of Psychic Energy focus too much attention on her. The best option was to stop here.

"why?"

The woman raised her eyebrows and glared, her voice was filled with hidden anger, and more of hatred for him for not fighting: "You are not afraid of death, so what are you still worried about? I will help you bear all the consequences."

Shen Qing looked up in surprise, and then suddenly realized that the suicide note left by her predecessor that she had placed in the cabinet had been discovered.

She didn't say anything, but just shook her head silently, saying that she could do it herself and have enough food and clothing.

What's more, there are some things that she should do from beginning to end.

"never mind."

The woman's eyes were full of disappointment. She stood up impatiently, pushed the door and walked out of the interrogation room.

After the woman left, Feng Muyu's expression returned to coldness. As usual, he asked Shen Qing a few simple questions, closed the transcript, and walked forward to uncuff Shen Qing.

"Miss Shen, I'm sorry to bother you. My colleague's words were just a spur of the moment. They were exaggerated. The descendants of God under the General Administration of Psychic Energy will never indulge in killing, nor will they infringe on the legal rights of any citizen of the Shenzhou Alliance. Please don't take it to heart."

After finishing speaking, Feng Muyu raised his hand with a smile, motioning Shen Qing to leave. The smile on his face became extremely formulaic, and the curve of his mouth seemed to have been set beforehand. There was not a trace of sincerity in it, and it was extremely fake.

After today, it would be difficult for him and Shen Qing to have any further communication.

Shen Qing rubbed her wrist and walked towards the door of the interrogation room. Before leaving, she suddenly turned back and asked:

"Does a free hotel still count? Can we choose a five-star hotel?"

She didn't care at all about the thoughts of the two descendants of gods in front of her. She just did what she wanted to do, and that was all.

"Okay." Feng Muyu's smile was still decent and almost impeccable.

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"Miss Shen, someone is here to pick you up."

When Shen Qing was getting his belongings back, he was surprised to hear the police's reminder.

Who will come to pick her up at this time?

She subconsciously opened her cell phone and found more than a dozen missed calls from her boss. The most recent one was half an hour ago and the call lasted thirty seconds.

Apparently the phone rang more than a dozen times before the police answered the call.

In front of the police station.

The woman in the interrogation room was leaning against the door. She had changed her black alloy combat uniform into a white T-shirt and a denim skirt, and a pair of white-soled canvas shoes. Her long, explosive legs were clearly visible. Her long black hair was tied up in a high ponytail, making her look extremely capable.

Seeing Shen Qing coming out, the woman looked away, raised her hand and threw out a room card, then turned her head away without looking at her.

The surface of the room card is gold-plated with the five big words "Yunhai Hotel" engraved on it. As a top five-star hotel, the ordinary standard room starts at 799, which is quite good.

Shen Qing happily put away the room card and walked out of the police station.

It was already dark outside. Looking up, Shen Qing saw the few remaining stars in the sky and felt dazed for a moment.

She was already familiar with the starry sky.

Were the disappearing starlights obscured by layers of haze, or had they disappeared silently?

More than two thousand years ago, would Zhao Yu have also looked up at the stars? Would the starry sky in Zhao Yu's eyes at that time be the same as what she saw?

Thump thump thump...

The crisp sound of high heels was heard, and a figure rushed into Shen Qing's sight.

"You are becoming more and more capable now. You have even come to the police station. After a while, are you going to go to the sky? Go to the Psychic Power Bureau to play?"

The person who came was a woman about twenty-seven or twenty-eight years old. She was wearing a navy blue woolen coat of simple and elegant style. She had a delicate face and her hair was neatly draped over her shoulders with slightly curled ends.

She has a slender figure, and her coat just reaches below her knees. She wears a slim-fitting blouse with a hip skirt underneath. Her plump legs are wrapped in ultra-thin matte black stockings, which make her legs look more upright. She has fiery red lips, and her whole body exudes a very strong aura of aggression.

"boss."

There was nothing wrong on the phone, but when he saw the real person, the habit in his bones made Shen Qing's momentum weaken by three points, and he subconsciously called out softly.

The woman in front of her was her previous life's breadwinner and the boss of the company she worked for, Song Lingjia.

"I called you but couldn't get through for a long time. When I arrived at your house, I found that it had collapsed. In the end, it turned out that a policeman answered the phone. I was shocked. I thought you were killed in the military exercise over there."

Song Lingjia's words were still as sharp as a knife, but the concern in his words was genuine:

"How come you are so lucky? Your house just happened to collapse?"

"Ms. Shen was only assisting in the investigation of a fraud case. She was just a victim and did not break any law."

The woman at the side spoke up and gave an explanation, which made Shen Qing's heart move.

This simple explanation is of self-evident importance to an ordinary girl.

"Who are you?" Song Lingjia glanced at her with a cold tone.

"Shenzhou Psychic General Administration, Jiang Weiting."

The woman took out the ID from her bosom.

"The Psychic General Administration is so great? Do you know who pays taxes to support you? I came to cooperate with the investigation, but you didn't even answer the phone? What's the reason? Are you bullying the children to be honest?"

Song Lingjia didn't look at the ID, but just got angry.

Seeing the veins throbbing on Jiang Weiting's forehead, Shen Qing quickly reached out and grabbed Song Lingjia who was about to continue attacking:

"Boss, I'm a little hungry..."

Hearing this, Song Lingjia's anger subsided a lot. He snorted, turned around and walked down the stairs.

After going down the stairs, Shen Qing turned around, clasped his hands together, and silently apologized.

Watching the two people get into a dark red coupe, the anger on Jiang Weiting's face gradually disappeared and he sighed softly.

"Send someone to keep an eye on her for a while."

The middle-aged man walked slowly out of the police station and spoke in a deep voice.

"Didn't they say she was no longer a suspect?" Jiang Weiting was a little confused.

"What I just said is only temporary. An undisciplined Gangsha Realm cultivator running around outside is too threatening. We cannot let go of any clues."

The middle-aged man's eyes flickered: "You and I are carrying the lives of thousands of people, we can't be careless."

"As for that house, don't arrange for anyone to repair it for now. Contact the owner and buy the house directly. I will go back to the headquarters and ask the magic weapon to see if I can trace the source."

"Understood. I'll arrange for someone to do it right away." Jiang Weiting nodded in agreement with a serious look.

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The dark red coupe drove through the downtown area and stopped on the side of the road.

Shen Qing touched her stomach and followed Song Lingjia into a wonton shop.

She felt a little regretful as she had thought she could have a good meal.

After ordering and sitting down, Song Lingjia noticed Shen Qing's slight disappointment and raised his eyebrows:

"Why? Wontons can't fill your stomach?"

"No, I just didn't expect the boss to come here to eat."

Shen Qing shook his head. No matter how he looked at it, Song Lingjia didn't seem like someone who could have anything to do with this place.

“Is it easy for me to make money?”

Song Lingjia rolled his eyes, put the wonton into his mouth, felt the wonton slowly melting in his mouth, and his brows slightly relaxed.

She glanced at Shen Qing who was eating wontons with his head down, and asked casually:

"What about the scam that someone just mentioned?"

Shen Qing picked out some of the details and Song Lingjia's expression became much more serious:

"Why didn't you tell me? Why didn't you call the police earlier? How could you be so stupid?"

These questions made Shen Qing feel a bit overwhelmed. In fact, she also wanted to ask these questions.

If it were her, she would never commit suicide. Although she also died by suicide in her previous life, her situation was completely different.

When Shen Qing was ready to withstand a bigger blow, Song Lingjia changed the subject and stopped talking about this topic:

"Is there a place to sleep? If you don't have anywhere to go, come to my place. There are plenty of empty beds."

Shen Qing swallowed the wonton in his mouth, took out the room card of Yunhai Hotel from his pocket, and smiled: "I have somewhere to go."

"Where did it come from?" Song Lingjia looked at the room card and his eyebrows twitched slightly.

"Jiang Weiting gave it to me. My house was demolished by the Psychic Energy Administration. This is the compensation given to me before the house is repaired."

"Let's go."

After wiping the soup from the corner of her mouth, Song Lingjia put on lipstick again, and took Shen Qing back into the car.

A moment later, they arrived at Yunhai Hotel.

Song Lingjia did not leave, but followed Shen Qing to the front desk.

Seeing Song Lingjia, the receptionist's expression became much more respectful, and she handed over a room card with both hands:

"Boss, your room card."

"President?" Shen Qing was slightly stunned.

"Didn't I tell you? I own Yunhai Hotel."

Song Lingjia's lips curled up slightly, she was very satisfied with Shen Qing's current expression.

(End of this chapter)

Chapter 97: Murderous Intentions Arise, Direct Showdown

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