The Magnate’s Six-year-Old Niece

Overnight, the dark night door that Manchester City could share with Lord John was gone.

News, newspapers, and the Internet are overwhelmingly reporting that Yemen-related industries are engaged in illegal businesses.

As for the whereabouts of Robin, the head of the dark night gate, and Glam, the deputy head of the gate, nothing was mentioned.

Netizens continue to leave messages on the official websites of major media, eager to know the truth.

However, only a few people who have been at the scene know why the news of Glam's death has not been brought to light.

How to explode?

To expose, you have to take a photo or video.

But where is the complete body at the scene?

When the people from the Detective Bureau arrived, they only saw a room full of minced meat, and even the hair was not intact.

What's even more exciting is that when they tried to use DNA testing to prove that the minced meat was indeed glam, they found a strange gene.

Glam is no longer human, but a zombie.

Qujing was called to take over the whole situation temporarily, but when he saw the broken body, he was spit out on the spot in disgust.

At Lord John's house, Zishu and Alan were sitting on the sofa, holding their laptops and laughing from ear to ear.

"This director Qu's reaction is too funny, really cowardly."

As soon as Alan's voice fell, Qu Jing came to the door.

Allen looked at Qu Jing who was brought in by his servants, thinking of the picture he just saw, and couldn't help but laugh.

Zishu is the same, just not as exaggerated as Ellen.

Qu Jing was a little dumbfounded by the laugh.

Zishu patted Allen on the shoulder, telling him to restrain himself, then smiled at Qu Jing, "It's okay, this kid doesn't have to go to school for the time being because of his leg injury, he's just happy."

John walked downstairs, "Director Qu has really become a frequent visitor here. Why, why are you here today?"

Qujing looked around, "Where are Si Niannian and Bu Chensu?"

The smile on Zishu's face instantly disappeared, "Director Qu has something to do with my young master and young lady?"

"Someone saw the two of them who entered the Night Gate headquarters with you at the time. Why didn't they go to the Detective Bureau to make a record?"

Zishu snorted lightly, "Director Qu might as well say it directly, you suspect that my young master and young lady killed Genan? Why, I don't think I can explain it to the zombie world? Negotiating the conditions with the zombie world, are we ready for our young master and young lady to top the tank?"

John's expression wasn't very good either. He was holding a cigar and blowing smoke rings, and his eyes were a little cold when he looked at Qu Jing.

"Director Qu, you'd better think clearly. If you really use my little junior sister to top the tank, can you afford the price?"

Qu Jing was silent. He did think about this issue before he came here, but now this matter is not a duel between the two forces of Dark Night Gate and Lord John, but involves the human world and the zombie world, so he thinks that even if Si Nian Nian and Bu Chensui have special identities, and they are not worth mentioning in such major events.

But now, he regrets it a little bit.

The vaguely haunting feeling in his heart gave him a bad premonition.

"Director Qu."

Qu Jing's subordinate suddenly walked in, holding the phone he just hung up.

"There are people from the zombie world, and people from the Cultivation Association are here, waiting for you in the conference room."

Qu Jing did not expect these people to come so quickly, so he could only turn around and leave in a hurry.

John snorted coldly, "When did I become a place where people come and go and leave when they want? When Qujing comes back later, he says I'm not at home and refuses to enter."

After giving instructions to his servants, John turned to look at Zishu again, "Your young master is also true, revenge is revenge, you have to be so extreme, now it's okay, trouble yourself, even the zombie world has sent people over Well, this is something that has been rare for hundreds of years."