Quick Transmigration: The Host is Soft and Sweet

"Okay~"

Xiang Xing responded softly and took the form carefully.

Briefly glanced first.

——It is empty, only the four columns of name, gender, ID number, and mobile phone number.

There was not as much personal information as in the resume she submitted.

After thinking about it, the little guy picked up the pen on the side table.

He leaned down slightly, supported the table with one hand, and filled it with the other hand.

However, to her surprise.

After she filled in the information in the blanks, not long after, those strokes seemed to come to life suddenly, and they started to wriggle by themselves.

Gradually, words that she couldn't understand were rearranged.

She could see question marks all over her head.

He tapped the black pen in his hand, pursed his lips again, and glanced at the man beside him with his soft eyes incomprehensibly.

Fortunately, the man seemed to see her doubts.

Exquisitely raised her eyebrows a little, and said softly: "In our line of business, privacy is even more confidential."

"...Is that so."

The little guy's apricot eyes flickered, half understanding.

Then why let her fill it out.

she thought silently.

Little did he know that at this moment, the man beside him seemed to hear something, and his delicately contoured auricles moved slightly.

He can understand it.

He also said something silently in his heart.

...

In silence, Xiang Xing completed the entry procedures.

Wu Chen quickly glanced at the registration form, then opened the drawer of the desk, and stuffed it in casually.

Then he raised his eyes lightly, and his dark gray eyes stared at her for a while.

Thin lips moved: "Do you want to say hello to your 'colleagues' first to get acquainted, or go to work immediately and assign tasks."

As he spoke, he suddenly picked up a folder on the other side of the desk and handed it to Xiang Xing.

"This is a new case sent by Team Zhang. I will do a preliminary investigation tonight."

The man paused, and added, "Team Zhang is the one just now, and he is half of your colleague."

"so."

The little guy also imitated his appearance, and responded lightly.

After thinking about it, I opened the folder directly and looked through it.

...

This is a report from an old couple.

The couple lived in a high-end villa complex on the outskirts of Qinghe City. The house was bought by their son half a month ago.

The two old people originally thought that it would be a very happy thing to live in a big villa in a wealthy area under the honor of their son.

Unexpectedly, after only a few nights, the couple was so angry that they barely slept.

It is said that there is a big star or something living next door, and when it gets late at night, he starts to babble and sing.

Sing or opera.

Although the two old people also like to listen to music on weekdays, even so, it would be annoying to listen to it when they are sleeping in the middle of the night.

Finally, the couple couldn't take it anymore and went to the property to complain.

In the end, the big star who lived next door looked puzzled, saying that he had been filming night scenes during this time, and there was no one at home.

Not to mention singing with a high voice, how could she practice singing in the middle of the night as an actor.

This frightened the couple. They prayed to God and worshiped Buddha, and practiced it, but none of it worked.

Finally, under the guidance of their friends, the two came to the Special Case Investigation Section of the Municipal Bureau to report the case.

Thus, there was this confession in Xiang Xing's hand.

In this document, there are also a few photos of the villa next door.

With just such a glance, the host's psychic instinct quickly reminded her.

There's something up here.