The elder's words broke Zong Zhengdong's long-term understanding of evil spirits, and also made the world he could not have touched before, lifting a corner of its mysterious veil.

After returning to the imperial capital, the "Nocturne Task Force" was established.

The name is named after the medium of instigating suicide cases - those tracks that come with mobile phones.

The plausible name blurs the abnormal parts of the series of cases. After all, half of the members of the task force are ordinary policemen who know nothing about the cultivation world and try their best not to let things ferment. In this era of information explosion, it is still necessary.

"Buzz--"

The vibrating sound of the cell phone pulled back Zong Zhengdong's thoughts. He took out his cell phone, looked down at the caller ID, his face slightly condensed, nodded to Zhonglifeng, and walked out of the office.

"Boss, a new victim has appeared in the 'Nocturne'!" As soon as the finger slid over the switch button, Xiang Chu's urgent voice came from the headphones. The voice almost burst into Zong Zhengdong's ears, with an uncontrollable emotion.

Zhong Lidong lowered his eyebrows and eyes, with no expression on his face, and only said briefly: "Time, place."

Xiang Chu quickly reported a string of numbers and addresses.

"I'll leave now. You can contact the Xicheng District Branch first and ask for forensic support." Zong Zhengdong said in a deep voice.

Cheng Beiguo was extremely concerned about this case, and Zong Zhengdong wanted to ask him to go back to the time and space of his mobile phone.

"I've arrived." Cheng Beiguo's voice suddenly sounded in the microphone.

Zong Zhengdong was stunned, and then heard Xiang Chu's loud protest, "Cheng Ke, don't rob me of the phone..."

A series of noises like fighting were hung up.

Zong Zhengdong frowned and put away his cell phone.

The weather has changed.

At some point, the heavy cumulus clouds covered the sunshine, and the sky was dark. The strong wind caused the surrounding plants and trees, like green waves, and under the gray sky, it looked particularly gloomy.

Zong Zhengdong looked at Baolong Mountain not far away in a daze, with a little solemn expression floating in his expression.

He smelled the danger.

That was his blood instinct sending a warning.

"Has anyone committed suicide again?" Zhong Lifeng's voice sounded, not far behind him.

The solemnity on the east side of Zong Zheng was instantly dispersed. Without replying to her words, he nodded with minimal movement.

This is the eleventh.

From last spring to the present, this unknown evil thing has been harvesting the lives of innocent people, tempting people to commit suicide at its pace in a strange and difficult way that ordinary people can understand.

What exactly does it want to do?

Zong Zhengdong looked at Baolong Mountain with a blank look.

Zhong Lifeng walked to him and looked at Baolong Mountain with him for a while before whispering: "You can take a closer look at the photo I asked you to see just now."

The meaningful words made Zong Zhengdong look slightly stunned.

But soon, he took out his phone, opened Weite, and opened the half-body photo of Jin Yide.

The president of Tianyuan Group had a calm smile, and his handsome face was filled with the majesty and calmness of the superiors.

A very normal photo.

"Background wall." Zhonglifeng gave a prompt.

For some reason, Zong Zhengdong heard a little helplessness and indescribable loss from her voice.

He slides the photo as he says and enlarges the wall behind Jin Yide as the background.

The wall is designed in a postmodern style, combining a large number of seemingly irregular color blocks and lines with real metal objects from the industrial era to create a sense of disorganization between old and new, superposition of time and space, and the interweaving of virtual and real, which is quite artistic.

Zong Zhengdong looked at the photo intently, and suddenly looked at it.

He slid the screen again, put the picture to the largest, and then pointed to a bronze object located in the middle of the wall, and turned his slightly long eyes to Zhonglifeng: "This seems to be from your family..."

"Luo Zu." A smile appeared on the corner of Zhong Lifeng's lips, but the smile seemed a little bitter: "I have confirmed it again and again, it's it."

Zong Zhengdong could no longer hide the surprise on his face.

This so-called Luo Zupan is the spiritual treasure of the Zhongli family. It is said that it has been enshrined for hundreds of years. He also met him at the previous comic exhibition.

At that time, Luo Zupan suddenly flew away for no reason, and the Zhonglifeng sisters were shocked and anxious, and with a little unwilling expression, which he still remembers vividly.

Thinking of this, shortly after Luo Zupan flew away, a spiritual storm occurred at the foot of Baolong Mountain, and the spiritual spring also appeared.

Could it be that the two are related?

Zong Zhengdong's eyes were slightly condensed.

"Luo Zu is gone." Zhong Lifeng said from the side. It seemed a bit difficult to speak. He did not look at Zong Zhengdong when he spoke, but always looked at Baolong Mountain not far away, as if there was something interesting to her on it:

"Ahem... you were there that day, and you probably saw it. It was... well... it left that day, and we left by ourselves, and we didn't stop it. After all, it was the...freedom of the old man."

She finished this sentence with difficulty, and her expression on her face showed a little embarrassment.

It's embarrassing that his own spiritual treasure ran away.

Fortunately, although she wanted to stop that day, she didn't stop it.

Fortunately, she didn't stop her.

Zhonglifeng thought with fear and let out a sigh of relief.

If they had never expected it to be wrong, the master chosen by Luo Zu was definitely not something that Zhongli could afford. No matter what, just look at the spiritual energy and the spiritual spring, you can tell that even if the six Chinese people tied together, they would not be their opponent.

My Da Zhongli has always convinced people with reason, and naturally he is a reasonable person. If you can't beat him, you can't beat him, and it's not embarrassing at all... Cough cough.

When Zong Zhengdong heard this, he realized the surprise on his face, and said "hmm" quietly, without saying anything.

He understood.

Lingbao chose the master and left, and Zhongli's family was obviously the abandoned party. This was indeed a shameful thing.

However, although this situation is not common in the cultivation world, it has not happened before. Therefore, Zong Zhengdong did not think of mocking the other party at this time, and he was shocked in his heart.

Listening to Zhongli’s words, Jin Yide President Jin is the new owner of Lingbao?

Doesn’t this mean that the spiritual spring that was spun out by the spiritual storm was from Jin Yide?

After all, the front-foot spiritual treasure chose the master to fly to Baolong Mountain, and the back-foot spiritual treasure exploded at the foot of Baolong Mountain. If this was accidental, it would be too unreasonable.

This thought will last for a lifetime, Zong Zhengdong's breathing will stagnate for a moment.

That powerful man who saw the dragon but didn't see the tail was actually in the imperial capital and became the president of a multinational group?

If this matter is true, reporting to the upper hand is necessary.
Chapter completed!