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34. All things have spirit (2)(2/3)

The man looked at the thin almost invisible black shadow in Kou Qiu's hand, and his face changed suddenly.

"Formal evolution," he sighed tiredly, "this is troublesome..."

Before this, although all the shadows of special groups could move alone, they still had the form and characteristics of human beings and were easy to capture. However, the shadow in front of them was really just a dark shadow that was constantly struggling and moving. In such a dark night, it seemed to be integrated, and the naked eye could hardly distinguish it.

This is evolution, but it is by no means positive or positive.

Teacher Zhuo's eyes were on the shaking neck that had a small piece of shadow missing, and then turned back to look at Kou Qiu, "What's going on?"

Kou Qiu had no choice but to explain the scene just now. As soon as he finished speaking, the short and fat man's eyes suddenly became hot.

"You mean, can you dissolve him?"

He walked around in excitement for a few times, fully demonstrating the flexibility that was not a fat man. "Can you really dissolve him? Hahahahaha! Can you dissolve him!!!"

The system trembled and whispered: [Dad, I'm a little scared...]

Old Cadre Kou: [...I'm a little bit too.]

This person seems to be mentally unnatural!

Teacher Zhuo, who was standing by, wiped his hands with a snow-white square plaque and explained to Kou Qiu lightly. It turned out that although the shadow could be caught, it could not be killed. As the manager of this group of people, the Special Crowd Supervision Department spent countless efforts and could not completely solve some vicious shadows. The only way was to let the original owner die.

But people have to be reasonable. Unlike shadows that represent the evil side, most of the masters of shadows are actually kind people and have never made any mistakes. Why should they bear the blame for their own shadows?

Kou Qiu is also the first person to be able to kill directly.

"Little boy," the short and fat man held his hand with sincere eyes, "Are you interested in joining our Special Group Supervision Department? We are well treated and our salary is in the middle and upper reaches of the city. If you want, I can raise you a little further. How about we have food, accommodation and people?"

Old Cadre Kou: "..."

He hesitated and said, "I don't need to entrust the object."

The short and fat man said, "Then you have any other requirements, just ask!"

Kou Qiu said: "I actually didn't ask for it."

Short and fat man: "Hmm?"

“I just have one problem.”

The short and fat man said, "You ask?"

The system suddenly wanted to cover her face.

"Your position--" Kou Qiu said slowly, "Does it belong to the civil servant?"

man:"???"

man:"??????"

What is the problem?

He was stunned for a moment, and then he heard the cell phone in Kou Qiu's hand ask quietly: "Is there five insurances and one fund? Is it serving the people? Can it contribute to the country and society?"

The man was stunned for a long time before finally saying, "Yes, we are in the same position as the criminal police team."

After saying this, Kou Qiu's eyes lit up suddenly.

He took a step forward and silently held the man's hand.

"Comrade," he said, "I'm happy to join you."

Teacher Zhuo, who was beside him, paused and looked away again.

The flower peacock suddenly sighed deeply.

"Oh, I'm so annoyed him," he squatted on the side of the road, pounding his own ball like a round ball, pounding and painting on the ground, and glanced at Kou Qiu with his eyes, "I'm so annoyed him more and more..."

After the matter was resolved, Kou Qiu whispered to Teacher Zhuo about his situation and also told him that the shadow ran out to lure girls. As he spoke, he couldn't help but get angry, "It's all because I didn't discipline it well. He actually dared to go out and bully girls casually. It's really unreasonable!"

Teacher Zhuo looked at him and pursed his lips.

"Give me your hand." He suddenly spoke.

Kou Qiu was puzzled and obediently handed over. The man put his finger in his palm, touched it for a while, then took it back and said lightly: "In a bar in the East Block, let's go."

Kou Qiu opened his eyes wide in shock and reacted, "Can you sense the shadow position?"

——No wonder the Special Crowd Supervision Department specially pulled him to help. This is simply a personal compass!

The system said: [Yes, he is an elegant humanoid compass, you can only be a cruel shadow executioner.]

Kou Qiu:【......】

A heart-wrenching arrow.

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At the same time, the other side of the city was still singing and dancing. Neon lights were spinning around, and a young man lifted up his vest, bit the edge in his mouth, and easily jumped onto the table. His smoky purple hair became more and more dazzling under the light, dancing with the rhythm, and each movement was smooth and straightforward, causing the screams from the audience to rise higher than the other.

Mu Xi didn't like such occasions. But today, the new little boy beside him pestered him and agreed when he was still fresh.

"Come on," the boy's hands slowly climbed along the young entrepreneur's neck like a snake. "Brother Mu, don't you really jump with me for a while?"

Mu Xi turned his head and looked at him. The boy's face was small and white, and his eyes were somewhat similar to the person he remembered.

It’s a pity that the whole body is covered with a dirty aura that cannot be covered even if it is covered.

Realizing this, his enthusiasm suddenly disappeared. He turned his head indifferently and said lightly: "You play yourself. Today's painting must be completed when you go back."

The boy's chest suddenly undulated, as if he was unwilling to give up, and turned around and pestered him: "Brother Mu, just once..."

Mu Xi looked at him, but only spit out a word from his lips.

"roll."

The boy trembled all over and didn't dare to act coquettishly anymore. He stood up obediently and entered the dance floor.

Mu Xi sat alone in his seat and drank two glasses of wine, sent a few people from the pillow recommendation, and asked the bartender to re-adjust a glass. His eyes were calmly staring at the wine glass, but suddenly a familiar voice was heard in his ear.

"Can you go, huh?"

The voice was low, slightly hoarse, and the lustfulness in his mouth made people unable to help but feel weak. "Brother, I am so awesome in this regard. I will accompany you for a while and let you go to heaven three times - believe it or not?"

——This sound.

Mu Xi frowned and looked along. The speaker pressed the girl against the wall. The big vest on his body exuded a large piece of white and smooth flesh, dyed with unruly smoke-purple hair, and teased the girl not far from him.

The girl smiled with her eyebrows and eyes, obviously she was willing, but she still had to twist: "Is it true or false?"

The young man smiled and hugged her waist.

"Really," he slowly exhaled his cigarette, "Do you want to play with you?"

Mu Xi stood up and walked closer.

The pair of little mandarin ducks were already hanging around and preparing to go out to find a nest. When they walked to the brighter light, Mu Xi recognized the boy's face at a glance - the face that looked very familiar, which once followed him every day, but now made him feel strange.

His gaze moved downward, and the boy was wearing a watch with a broken diamond in his hand, which was bright.

It was exactly the one he mentioned to Meng Jiao before. After he finished speaking, Meng Jiao stared at the magazine silently for a long time, and then said that he wanted to do a few more jobs, so he rarely appeared in front of him again. Mu Xi heard from another little boy beside him that he had worked four jobs and saved for half a year just to buy a watch.

But before today, Mu Xi always thought that Meng Jiao’s intention should be given to him.

But now, this watch is worn by the boy on his hands.

A little indescribable anger suddenly surged in his heart.

He didn't care much about this child, but the person whose eyes were always on him suddenly fell in love with someone else, which ultimately stimulated his self-esteem.

"Meng Jiao." He shouted in a deep voice.

The boy turned his head as he wanted, looked him up and down, then raised his eyebrows and asked him, "What are you doing?"

When Mu Xi asked with confidence in his request, he choked. He frowned and asked sternly: "Why did you make yourself look like this?"

The boy raised his eyebrows, as if he was surprised.

"No," he said, "You gave me a scholarship before, and I've paid you back a long time ago - now there are six or seven people around you, and you have a lot of fun all day long, and you have the face to say that I'm a ghost like this?"

Mu Xi didn't want to say much to him, and just thought that the boy was stimulated by someone around him and was jealous, so he did this. He coldly put on his cufflinks and said, "Don't get angry, go back quickly."

"Then you're thinking too much," Shadow sneered, "I won't go back! I'm still going to go to my gentle hometown!"

He held the girl and was about to walk out again. Mu Xi's temple was pounding, he pressed his fingertips twice, and said coldly: "Then don't come to see me again in the future."

This is really the most powerful threat in the world for the original owner. Under such threats, even if he is asked to jump from the upper floor, Meng Jiao will obey without hesitation.

Unfortunately, now this is completely unreasonable. After hearing what he said, he was so happy, "That's great. Who doesn't expect you, an old man?"

Mu Xi almost sipped his old blood stalk into his throat: "..."

Old, old man?

The boy looked at him demonstrably, then lowered his head, and kissed the girl in front of Mu Xi. Finally, he stood up straight, wiped his lips lazily with the back of his hand, and asked Mu Xi, "Have you seen enough, are you planning to go to the hotel with us to continue watching?"

Mu Xi's pupils shrank suddenly, and he looked at the person who was completely different from the one he remembered in shock - he was both rogue and ruffian, and had no similarity to Meng Jiao, who always painted quietly in a white shirt and brush, except for his appearance.

How is this possible?!!

When he reached the door, the boy's steps suddenly paused.

Mu Xi snorted coldly, and indeed, he was still a little angry because of jealousy. If this child could take someone to check in a room today, he would eat the cup-
To be continued...
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