Xueming returned to the familiar police station, and Ye Bei made an extra trip to come back to find someone.

The good brother of the Tiantong department repeatedly told the intelligence team and the action team that he wanted to preserve the old house on Guangyuan Middle Road, but Jiang Xueming completed the demolition work without hesitation, which made it difficult for the Tianshu team members.

Facing the good brother who assisted in the investigation, Jiang Xueming's answer was very straightforward.

"Sorry, I can not do it."

"To deal with spirits in such a narrow place without harming innocent people and to protect cultural heritage, this task is too difficult for me."

Sima Yao asked: "Why did you rush in with the forklift?"

Jiang Xueming said bluntly: "I went to the construction site of Xinjiayuan Xintiandi in Nancheng, and there were four team leaders sleeping. I originally wanted to drive a crusher, but I didn't know how to use that kind of large engineering vehicle, so I borrowed a forklift from them.

I spent more than 4,000 yuan. You didn’t give me a law enforcement certificate, so I couldn’t temporarily requisition the vehicle. Can this money be reimbursed?”

The three people present all slapped themselves on the forehead.

Ye Bei, Sima Yao and Tiantong's co-investigators all looked hopeless.

Compared with this matter, Xueming is more concerned about the Vita Brand - judging from the bank's account books, the horror artist can guarantee that 180 people will be infected with this chronic disease every month, and the fatality rate is 100%. If nothing unexpected happens,

A large number of people are already suffering from this incurable disease.

"Brother Ye Bei, I want..."

"I know, I understand...I understand how you feel." Ye Bei interrupted: "We have sent people to do the prevention and control work of Vita Brand."

"That's good." Jiang Xueming didn't think there was anything wrong, but it was a pity: "One of the hostages died, and the target's soul power was very terrifying. I was very scared at the time..."

Sima Yao: "Are you so scared?"

Jiang Xueming: "Yes, I was so scared. That guy turned into a flesh-and-blood fusion monster under my eyes. I didn't know if he had a chance to change back, so I immediately drove a forklift and crushed him."

Qiongqi immediately stood up: "Well done! Boy! As expected of you! You did a good job! I can't smell any guilt or regret in your heart!"

"Perhaps I could handle it better, but the situation was urgent at the time and I couldn't physically verify whether this terrifying ability could be transmitted through body fluids." Jiang Xueming truthfully told his true feelings: "Invest all of him and the first target.

After killing them, I went into the shop again and wiped out all the flesh and blood creations inside. I hope that Tianshu’s comrades can clean up the battlefield properly, and it’s safe now.”

Immediately afterwards, Jiang Xueming handed back the scrapped Jiaolong and Lei Fengheng, whose barrel rifling was almost flat.

"This task is too difficult for me. It is impossible to properly preserve the lives of the hostages and the cultural heritage. Brother Ye Bei, I want to know how you would deal with this spiritual disaster if it were you."

Ye Bei first reviewed what happened at the scene with Sima Yao and Tiantong's co-investigation colleagues. He then chatted alone with several mentally disturbed players, the survivor Axiang Qianqian Feibo and the passerby sister.

situation at the moment.

Finally, Brother Ye Bei returned to Xueming's interrogation room, seemingly unable to think of a better way.

He and Xueming said: "If we are not short of money, I will stuff some money and send away the irrelevant people - and then think about how to deal with the monsters in the store."

Xueming said expressionlessly: "Sorry, I couldn't hold it back."

Ye Bei: "It's okay, I understand."

Xueming continued: "For me, Vita Brand is the main reason why Bai Lu is closest to death in this life. Just like the anti-narcotics police saw the drug dealer, the moment I saw the Mad Butterfly freeze-dried powder, I was already mad with rage.

And I wanted to catch them off guard with a sudden surge of adrenaline - soldiers need to be quick and they must be surprised. I had no choice in order to survive."

Ye Bei tried to comfort this little brother: "Okay, I know, I...I know."

"Did I do something wrong? Brother Ye Bei." Xueming held his hands and kept kneading his right arm. The new arm made him feel strange and felt a strong sense of uneasiness.

Ye Bei is not as aggressive as Air from Tiantong Department.

He just wanted to comfort Xueming, hoping it would not bring any psychological burden to Xueming, "The dead hostage...don't take it too seriously. It's not your fault."

Jiang Xueming replied: "If you didn't mention this, I would almost forget about him."

The co-investigator from the Tiantong Department just took a sip of water and immediately spit out the tea soup after hearing Xueming's answer.

This kid doesn't seem to have any psychological burden at all. He is so healthy that he doesn't look like a normal person.

On the contrary, Jiang Xueming was troubled: "I hope to be provided with a sound, professional and efficient intelligence agent, like Sima Yao, a temporary worker. Not only was she late, but the information she provided was very limited - if the subsequent spiritual disaster files are all

That’s it. I’m afraid I don’t have the ability to continue completing these tasks, Brother Ye Bei.”

Sima Yao was so embarrassed that she didn't dare to speak for a while.

At first, she did a poor job in investigating the supernatural disaster about the horror artist, which almost directly led to the embarrassing situation where Xueming brought other players into the store and immediately drew his gun and started to attack.

Around the Ghost Festival, Ye Bei's intelligence officer Su Xingchen had no time to station in Hengyin City - and Sima Yao, as a top-notch tool, it was already very difficult to work at the grassroots level. Ye Bei didn't have much face to do it.

Make more requests.

In previous years, there were frequent spiritual disasters, either at the end of winter when it was easy to die, or during the two traditional festivals of the Lunar New Year and Double Ninth Festival. Generally, there was no intelligence team, and the brave men of the armed action team bravely rushed to the first scene of spiritual disasters.

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Jiang Xueming's performance can be said to be very good. He almost reduced the psychic disaster to the minimum scope. In addition to the renovation of the old building, not a single harmful ghost or ghost was left in it. All of them were killed.

Sima Yao said submissively: "I'm sorry...I...I'm not good at doing this."

This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! "It doesn't matter." Jiang Xueming seemed to have thought of something and immediately asked: "Brother Ye Bei, is it... Tianshu's intelligence agents are very rare, so

Why would this situation arise?”

Ye Bei nodded: "Yes..."

Jiang Xueming: "Brother Su Xingchen is your intelligence officer. He has no spiritual vision inspiration. I have been wondering whether Tianshu can't find talents with particularly high inspiration. There should not be many people like Brother Xingchen. After all, he can't even

How can we provide effective intelligence to your armed action team if we can't even see the spirit body?"

Ye Bei sighed: "He is a special case. Generally speaking, Tianshu will not want people who have no inspiration."

"It's amazing..." Jiang Xueming was finally convinced that the Tianshu unit should also be in a state of shortage of talents. Such a special force against spirits, deployed to cover the entire city, requires a huge investment of manpower and material resources, management and control, and statistics.

Controlling a spiritual disaster derived from a population of seven million is simply not something that ordinary people can do.

There is another saying -

——Those who have this ability will look down upon this industry, and those who do not have this ability will not be able to do this industry.

For example, the proud and ruthless Mingde who loves talents as much as his life shows that he is also competing with Tianshu for people in the talent market of the surface world to build its abyss railway.

The horror artist's psychic disaster this time was definitely not like what Brother Chen said [starting from the simplest task]. It was just due to insufficient manpower and negligent review, and finally fished out such a big dead fish.

Thinking of this, Xueming breathed a sigh of relief.

At least the next two tasks shouldn't be that difficult.

Jiang Xueming continued: "I can continue to work. Brother Ye Bei, hurry up. I will get the equipment and continue working."

"I have one request! I only have one request." Ye Bei quickly stopped: "There is actually a prerequisite for our management of spiritual disasters, called the victim theory. Do you know this, Xueming?"

Jiang Xueming didn't understand: "Explain it to me."

Ye Bei said patiently: "Generally speaking, except for the extreme case you encountered today, most of my work is to solve people's problems."

Jiang Xueming: "Resolving problems?"

Ye Bei nodded and continued: "Think about it, people have been killed in this place, or there are so many monsters and spirits born in this place, it is impossible to treat them all in one fell swoop - most of the spirits are victims, and there is only reality.

Only losers who have failed completely in life have the opportunity to meet us at work, right?"

Jiang Xueming thought carefully: "That's true."

"I will reason with them." Ye Bei pushed the Wangyou tea in the bag to Xueming: "Invite them to drink tea, let them know the indignation in their hearts, investigate the causes of their deaths, and let them realize their wishes.

This will naturally resolve the spiritual disaster."

Jiang Xueming brought canned tea soup: "Is that so?"

"Of course it doesn't include the order you just made!" Ye Bei explained repeatedly, fearing that Xueming might misunderstand something: "Like when you meet the ultimate autistic monster who doesn't make any sense, he wants you as soon as he comes up.

Of course, you can use spirit-killing bombs to reason with this kind of spirit, but A Ming, we have to take our time."

Jiang Xueming: "Why do you take your time?"

Ye Bei: "First invite people to drink tea. This tea has a special power, which is my soul power - it can repair the damage to the spirit body and restore mental strength."

Jiang Xueming: "Oh..."

Ye Bei: "So, you pour tea soup on the spirits, and they will return to their original state after drinking the tea. Whether they are killed by a car, their heads are split open, or they are quartered, they can all become calm and calm again.

There is no need to suffer the pain of flesh and blood being separated before death - maybe they can regain their sanity, and if there are victims, the injustice can be avenged."

Jiang Xueming: "I understand, is there anything else you want to give me?"

Ye Bei: "Also, we don't always need to drive a forklift to solve problems."

"Brother Ye Bei, don't worry, I won't do this again. If we can't find other suitable vehicles, it will be really dangerous." Jiang Xueming also looked frightened.

Ye Bei nodded repeatedly: "Yes, yes, in a small workshop like a horror artist, don't you have throwing objects? Put some tear gas in it, or pour a few buckets of feces and dog blood into it, and then arrange a blower to put it in

Send hot air to ensure that the monster inside will reveal its true form immediately."

"I was negligent." Jiang Xueming said truthfully: "Brother Chen also told me that he wanted me to carry throwing objects, but I don't understand the specifications of Tianshu's throwing objects, and I have too many ammunition on me. If I want to travel in casual clothes, I need to bring them with me."

Not that many things.”

"I won't say it anymore, I actually haven't used these things very much." Old Ye Bei blushed and waved his hands: "I mainly rely on my words to solve spiritual disasters, and I use emotions to explain them and reason. In our job, and

Like the police in the jurisdiction, they are not a special operations force. Most of the time, they still do the work of the neighborhood committee aunt. If you really want to start a battle, you have to call the good brothers from other armed operations groups to help and minimize the number of people.
To be continued...