Qingquan Palace is brightly lit at night.

The dark green and decadent architectural style is like a staircase that extends like an abyss, the sound of despairing sounds of spring water splashing, the fog of night floating in the air, and the strange green lanterns hanging on the palace walls.

From a distance, it is as indescribable as a strange domain and cannot be understood.

In such a gloomy and terrifying office scene, you can't fall asleep in the middle of the night. Even if you are tired and take a break for a while, you often encounter some strange scenes in nightmare.

It is said that it may have something to do with the death of anyone here.

Not one, but tens of thousands.

Zhou Qingru did not judge the history of the Qingquan Palace change in history.

But at first, she had quite a bit of complaints about working in such a place. However, the government officials once inadvertently hinted that the building would become like this seemed to be related to the extraordinary realm.

Legend has it that under this palace is suppressing a "demon". In order to prevent the "demon" from escaping from the closed cage, they had to aggrieved the hard work of their government officials, because only hard work can eliminate the fear brought by the "demon".

After all, there will be a considerable government allowance when working overtime often, and this existence is the real enemy of life and death of the "devil"!

Zhou Qingru knew at that time that this "demon" had a terrible name.

"poverty".

At about ten o'clock in the night, Zhou Qingru was lying on the desk and writing a report seriously.

A cold wind swept outside the window, doors and windows swayed, and curtains floated.

Zhou Qingru suddenly shivered.

She couldn't help but glance outside the window, then put down her pen, and planned to walk over and close the window. After all, the Qingquan Palace at night was biting cold, and if you don't pay attention to such a low temperature, it is very easy to cause some physical discomfort.

However, she had just closed the window and saw a big strand of black hair at the base of the window wall.

There are a hint of white inside.

It's like falling off the ground, gloomy and creepy.

Zhou Qingru couldn't help but turn pale.

From bottom to top, she looked, and the curtain connected to the hair actually collapsed slightly, forming a human-shaped outline.

Zhou Qingru plucked up her courage, reached out to her bare hands, and lifted her hard, unable to help but widen her eyes.

She opened her mouth slightly, as if ready to shout.

"Who?" Zhou Qingru shouted to the room next door: "Who put the mop behind the window?"

"Bang--"

The sound of a tripping on the chair sounded, and a young girl in formal attire who had not taken off her temper hurriedly came over and looked down at the corner of the wall.

"Secretary, secretary! It's me!" She raised her hand tremblingly, her teeth seemed to be trembling.

Looking at the young girl who was distributed by the Secretariat and said to have just graduated from Baiyun University, Zhou Qingru took a deep breath.

After a long time, as the young girl was trembling, she said calmly: "Go and clean up there."

“Yes, yes!”

Zhou Qingru shook her head.

What can she do if she has such a newcomer?

Of course I forgive her!

After all, she also came from a newcomer back then.

Maybe some empathy.

Thinking of this, the feeling of being frightened just now seemed to have faded. She lay down on the desk, wrote for a while, and then walked out of the house with the finished document.

Before leaving, she also instructed: "There should be nothing else to do tonight. Get off early after packing up."

"Yes. Secretary!"

Zhou Qingru turned around and left.

The young secretary took out the mop and wiped the black stains on the floor with a dry towel. After the wipe was wiped, she breathed a sigh of relief.

Her back was already soaked in cold sweat.

After carefully checking the secretary's office, the young secretary turned off the coal lamp and then re-entered the room next door.

In the dark field of view, a black stain seemed to spread on the floor where the mop used to stain, and things that looked like silk threads were twisted and entangled together, and then they were stretched straight like steel wire.

The strange black things gradually grew and slowly spread to the floor, walls, and domes.

Soon, the line of vision was slowly filled with black silky substances.

...

...

After passing through several "valves" to strictly identify and inspect, Zhou Qingru came to the head of state where Qingquan Palace was located.

The last process faces the eldest guard Shu Xu.

A middle-aged man in his forties, with a beard, a cold black face and a snake and scorpion-like eyes.

To be honest, Zhou Qingru was a little afraid of him.

For some reason, every time I saw the commander of the guard, Zhou Qingru couldn't help but feel a chill in her heart.

But as the secretary-general of the head of Qingquan Palace, she had to deal with the man in front of her, so she could only bit her silver teeth in secret and force herself to show a smile.

Even if the smile is stiff and slow.

"Captain Guard, is that person resting?" she tried to ask.

But the eldest guard Shu Xu didn't say anything, but just glanced at her strangely, then shook his head expressionlessly.

The latter felt cold in his body, as if he was being targeted by a poisonous snake.

Zhou Qingru opened her mouth, but before she could speak, she heard Ge Shuxu say hoarsely and lowly: "The government official is inside."

She had no choice but to swallow the rest of the words into her stomach, then nodded at the guard, and then continued to walk inside.

In the field of view, there is a dark and deep corridor, with only a few places with lights on.

I don’t know why there have been no coal lamps lit here recently, and I don’t know if the gas system has malfunctioned.

She came to a metal door, took a deep breath, and then raised her hand to knock on the door.

But before her slender fingertips touched the metal door, the door in front of her had already strangely opened a gap.

The gap was as dark as ink, but there seemed to be a black shadow coming out of the ink.

"What's up?"

Through the dim light, Zhou Qingru saw a huge hooked nose.

He is a government official.

However, today the land administration seemed a little strange, especially his voice, as if something was in his throat.

But Zhou Qingru didn't think much about it. She just handed over the finished documents she had written, and then said calmly: "This is the relevant process for tomorrow's meeting. It has been modified according to the meaning of the office. However..."

She seemed a little difficult to speak: "It seems that our country has no precedent for meeting foreign politicians outside Qingquan Palace?"

"This is not something you should care about."

The cold and harsh words made Zhou Qingru's face pale, because in my memory, the government officials always looked smiling, and seemed to have never said such reproachful words to her.

Even when she first came to Qingquan Palace, she never made a mistake.

The government official seemed to have noticed his abnormality. He was slightly stunned, and then said: "This is the meaning of the cabinet, and the former National Literature Academy has agreed."

"I see."

She squeezed out a smile stiffly.

But the smile is a bit ugly.

"Is there anything else?"

"Then I will..." Zhou Qingru was about to leave, but suddenly heard a strange noise coming from the room.

It seemed as if the sound of fingernails scratching the wall sounded from inside, and at the same time, a painful cough came from the room.

Zhou Qingru was slightly stunned and asked subconsciously: "Is that person sick?"

"Um."

Someone seemed to say something, and didn't seem to say anything.

After a while, he covered his mouth and said slowly: "The weather has become colder recently, and that person suffered a little cold last night."

"That's how it is."

The head of state is just an ordinary person, and his physique is not as good as an extraordinary person. It is normal to be sick or something, but Zhou Qingru couldn't help asking: "Can you call a health care doctor if you want to?"

The consul looked at her deeply and didn't speak for a long time.

A woman's sixth sense made her realize something was wrong.
To be continued...