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"..."

All three felt that their IQ was insulted.

With a grin, the mature man stretched out his hand and hugged the young Taoist priest and said, "Tianshi Zhang, introduce myself. My name is Lin Zhantao. I am the captain of the 13th team of the National Supernatural Incident Investigation Administration. This is my deputy captain Shen Muyun."

Upon hearing the introduction of herself, the short-haired woman also gave a fist.

"Zhang Qingxuan."

The young Taoist priest hugged the Taiji seal in return, and a subtle doubt flashed across his eyebrows.

What is the Superintendent Investigation Bureau? Institutions that specialize in investigating and managing supernatural events?

Does this kind of place really exist?

Or are the two captains, why are you here to find yourself?

One problem has spawned a series of problems.

Zhang Qingxuan has a hunch.

There is nothing good about these two people!

"We took the liberty to come here this time because we want to ask Zhang Tianshi to help."

After introducing himself, Lin Zhantao, the bearded man, didn't talk too much nonsense, and went straight to the point.

"There was a bizarre disappearance case in Jiangnan University. Eight female students disappeared. We have no clues how to investigate, as if these eight people have evaporated."

"Moreover, during this period of time, various suicide incidents such as students jumping off the building, cutting their wrists, hanging themselves in the toilet, etc. occurred in Jiangnan University..."

Oh shit!

Sure enough, nothing good!

Listening to Lin Zhantao's narration, Zhang Qingxuan cursed mmp in his heart!

He came across this world.

As soon as he crossed over, he inherited this Heavenly Master's Mansion.

In order to live, he successfully became a magic stick, and barely starved to death for so many years.

Although relying on the reading of the various books of the Heavenly Master's Mansion, he still has some real skills, not a pure god stick.

But this kind of tricky thing that the Superintendent Investigation Bureau can't solve is absolutely impossible to deal with!

Good luck, nothing happens, that is, return without success.

But what if it’s bad luck?

Such a picture emerged in Zhang Qingxuan's mind.

Under the dark night, a group of people stood behind them, shouting at the haunted teaching building: "Ghosts of the dog day, the Heavenly Master of Longhushan is here, so you can catch it soon."

Then from the teaching building, a large group of ghosts floated out and pinched themselves into several segments...

No no no!

no!

Absolutely not!

Have to find a way to refuse!

Zhang Qingxuan developed a layer of goose bumps, and his brain was running fast.

"Master Zhang..."

"Master Zhang, are you listening?"

After Lin Zhantao saw himself talking for a while, Zhang Qingxuan stood there and had no response, and shouted in a louder voice.

"Listening."

Zhang Qingxuan recovered, he coughed lightly and said, "This...It's not that I don't want to go with you. It's just that I am the only one in the house. I can't go too far. broken!"

Lin Zhantao's brows condensed, and then slowly relieved, and finally sighed: "Fall, if that's the case, then we will..."

Talking and talking.

Lin Zhantao suddenly felt someone poking his arm. Looking back, he saw that the old village chief was leaning behind him.

The old village head whispered: "Leader, once Zhang Tianshi said the same thing, and then that person gave 5,000 yuan, and Zhang Tianshi went down the mountain without saying a word!"

"..."

I see!

Suddenly, Lin Zhantao fixed his eyes on a blue payment code placed on the table, took out his mobile phone and swiped it, and then entered a 5 or four 0 without hesitation.

I gave five thousand last time.

Give fifty thousand by yourself, shouldn't it be okay?

Buzzing...

The phone in my trouser pocket vibrated twice, and then a voice rang: "Spend money and treasure to the account, fifty thousand yuan..."

Zhang Qingxuan was speechless.

"It's not a question of money."*

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