Quick Transmigration: The Host is Soft and Sweet

After thinking about it, the little guy tilted his head.

In my heart, I silently recited the formula to activate the spirit vision.

With the opening of the spirit vision, the originally extremely quiet surroundings gradually became noisy.

There are many "human" voices, and some cats and dogs bark.

The office area, which was originally lifeless, suddenly became a little strangely angry.

——Although, it should be called dead anger.

Taking back his thoughts of eavesdropping, Xiang Xing narrowed his soft eyes, took a deep breath, and looked at the photo intently.

really.

On the low-key, luxurious and connotative grand villa, there was still a faint, looming black mist.

Even at first glance, the surface of this house seems to be superimposed with a layer, like the structure of another house.

It's as if the reel of the old camera is used up and has not been replaced, and the latest imaging is directly covered on the old film.

And the shape of the superimposed house, although it can be vaguely seen that it is a brand new building, but in terms of style, it does not look like a product of this era.

According to the memory of the original owner, this kind of architecture should have been popular in this world in the first hundred years or so.

Well.

worthy of study.

Seeing the girl pursing her pink lips, staring intently at the picture of the villa, showing a dazed look and nodding her head from time to time, Wu Chen couldn't help raising her exquisite brows lightly.

Not bad.

After thinking about it, he took a step forward and said calmly, "What did you see?"

"Ok……"

Xiang Xing pondered for a moment, then couldn't help raising his soft eyes, and glanced at the man.

She tilted her head, lightly raised the corners of her lips to moisten her lips, and nodded softly, "I saw something, but I'm not sure."

As she spoke, she pointed at the photo with her slender fingers, and continued to ask, "Are we going to this villa to investigate tonight when we are on a mission?"

The voice is soft and waxy, like a soft feather, gently touching the listener's heart.

It made the man suddenly feel dazed for a moment.

Then, he nodded lightly: "That's right, we have just received this case, and we haven't done a preliminary understanding yet."

After the words fell, Xiang Xing saw Wu Chen returning to the desk, picking up an old-fashioned telephone that was not on the desk when she came in, and which looked as old as the phantom of the house.

He picked up the receiver and turned four numbers on the dial.

Immediately afterwards, the little guy felt a gust of wind blowing from behind.

From the reflection of the floor-to-ceiling windows directly opposite, one can see that behind her, there is a faintly tall "figure" wearing a black cloak, who seems to bow respectfully to Wu Chen.

Wu Chen also didn't say anything, just glanced at the black cloak lightly, there seemed to be a different kind of fluctuation in his delicate light gray eyes, as if he was conveying something to the black cloak.

Soon, the black cloak nodded slightly, and in the next second it turned into black mist and dispersed with the wind.

"Okay, let's go now."

As Wu Chen spoke, he suddenly turned around and picked up a black sports backpack from the office chair, half-slinging it on his broad and stylish shoulder.

After glancing at Xiang Xing lightly, he walked out of the office with long legs.

Seeing this, Xiang Xing didn't dare to procrastinate.

After putting the file folder into her small bag at the speed of light, she picked up the fried chicken bucket and followed while eating.

After leaving the office door, the scene outside was as expected.

There are all kinds of "people" sitting at each workstation.