The Ninth Secret Bureau

When the logistics staff cleaned up the scene, it was almost noon.

I have to say that the secret service is beautiful.

After cleaning up the two corpses and the blood on the ground, they also used disinfectant and freshener to help Chen Xian deal with it. The refreshing floral fragrance immediately covered the stench.

Until the end, several staff members brought in a large box from outside and placed it on the ground carefully.

The carton box was so tightly sealed that outsiders couldn't see what was inside. Chen Xian was so curious that he couldn't help but leaned forward to take a look.

The staff unfolded the package, which contained a 70-inch large TV.

Seeing this scene, Chen Xian was stunned for a long time.

"This matter is treated as a misunderstanding." Zhao Song stood outside the gate smoking a cigarette, pointed to the TV that was moved into the living room by the staff, and said, "If a neighbor in the neighborhood asks, you say that the TV is broken. The voices I heard before are all misunderstandings."

"Are you sure you want to say that?" Chen Xian turned around and glanced at the TV, and asked tentatively, "That's not a short time. Does anyone believe that?"

"You don't care if others believe it or not, you can just believe it yourself." Zhao Song said, holding down his mobile phone and didn't know what he was doing, his face was very serious, "After half a month or a month, this will not happen. People can remember."

Chen Xian nodded suspiciously, and seemed to be a little worried, frowning very tightly.

"Don't think so much." Zhao Song smiled and comforted, "The people in our department are good at changing clothes. Before, they all wore police uniforms and wandered around for several laps. They also explained to some neighbors on the way. Many people I believe it, it's not as complicated as you think. After all, the credibility of this suit is still there."

"Since you said that, I'm relieved." Chen Xian breathed a sigh of relief.

"Keep this TV. It seems to be a new model released this year. The picture and sound effects are quite good." Zhao Song smiled and put the phone in his pocket. "This time I will reimburse you with public funds. You will have to pay for it yourself next time."

Zhao Song is a strange person, at least in Chen Xian's opinion.

When dealing with business affairs, he is unsmiling, rigid like a zombie, but sometimes it shows a friendly side, and the contrast between front and back is not so big.

"Now that this matter has been dealt with, I will lead the team back first and contact me later."

"Thanks, I think you haven't eaten yet, so let's have a meal together?"

"No need to."

Zhao Song directly rejected Chen Xian's invitation and waved his hand to greet the other members of the logistics department to close the team.

When Chen Xian sent them out of Old Luogu Alley and watched them drive away, it was almost noon.

On the way home, Chen Xian met many neighbours in the neighborhood, and not surprisingly received a series of eye-catching gifts. There were also some gossiping old ladies and old ladies who came over and asked him what was going on last night.

Chen Xian's answer was taught by Zhao Song, and it was just a sentence.

"The television does not work."

When Chen Xian used this sentence as an answer, he was still quite guilty, but he kept hypnotizing himself, whether you believe it or not, I believe it anyway.

Go back to the house, close the door, and lock it.

Chen Xian stood in the empty yard for a while, took a deep breath, and made sure that he could not smell the fishy smell before, and then completely relaxed, turned and walked into the corner room.

That side room was used as a guest room before, but Chen Xian and his family are different from other families. It may be because Chen Ba has no relatives or friends. Chen Xian also has no contact with outsiders, so in his memory, that room has always been It was empty, and it was only used once for the waste heat until today.

Standing outside the room, Chen Xian listened quietly for a while, and found that the girl didn't seem to wake up yet, and there was nothing moving in the room, so quiet that the needle could be heard.

In order not to wake the girl, Chen Xian gently took out the key and opened the door carefully.

As soon as he opened the door, Chen Xian saw the girl sitting on the bed in a daze.

The girl should have been awake long ago, but she hasn't made a sound. She still keeps the movement of sitting cross-legged on the bed, her head crooked, like she's dying of boredom, and she keeps yawning.

Seeing the door was opened, she didn't show any reaction, she still looked outside blankly.

After a short while, she seemed to recover slowly, watching Chen Xian blinking her eyes, and suddenly jumping off the bed, jumping to the ground with great joy, and stumbling to Chen Xian's side.

"Chen...Xian..."

"Today you are very good." Chen Xian nodded and looked at the girl with satisfaction. He rubbed two hands on the girl's head as if soothing a small animal, and his voice became rare and gentle as if he praised a child. , "Neither ran around, nor made a sound. No one else found you. You were doing very well."

The girl threw herself in Chen Xian's arms happily, rubbing her little head against Chen Xian's palm, as if she wanted more.

"Today they gave us a TV. Don't you like watching TV?"

Chen Xian might be afraid that she would jump around again, so he subconsciously took her by the hand and slowly led her out of the house.

The old house seemed to have changed and became a little strange.

The old houses in the past were filled with a deadly and gloomy atmosphere, which made people feel a little inexplicably cold, as if these houses had been shrouded in some kind of persistent shadow all the time, and the sky that could be seen from the yard was always It's gloomy, but now...

The yard filled with blue bricks seems to be a bit less of the fairy air, and a bit more of the smoke and flames that the mundane world should have.

Some are noisy, some are noisy.

Maybe this should be what life is like.

After Chen Xian helped the girl adjust the new TV, he went out alone to buy some vegetables at the farmers’ market. Compared with yesterday, today’s girl looks more reassuring, at least Chen Xian can let her stay at home by herself. Animation, instead of throwing her into the room like a prisoner like before.

The sunshine in March is always just right. Chen Xian, who is walking in the old Luogu Alley, feels deeply about this. Although the afternoon sun is a bit dazzling, it is still soft, and the warmth falls on his body indescribably comfortable.

When I bought vegetables and went home to cook, a few smoke rose up in the old house.

When Chen Xian and the girl sat down at the dinner table again, the sky just happened to be gloomy, and the clouds seemed to be raining.

"Chen Xian...tou..." The girl is not able to eat like she used to, perhaps because she is thinking about other things, her appetite does not seem to be strong, and she has a pair of light and lovely eyes. Always spinning around Chen Xian's head, still muttering in his mouth, "Chen Xian...head...ache..."

"My head doesn't hurt, the wound is healed, you see." Chen Xian tilted his head at the girl, motioning for her to see the wound Xu Sanhan left him before.

Of course, it can't be regarded as a wound, it can only be said that it is a place where it has been injured. The skin of that piece is white and tender, and it is completely invisible that it has just grown, and there is almost no color difference with the skin of other parts.

The girl opened her eyes wide, lying on Chen Xian's head like looking for lice, looking very carefully.

After watching for about three or four minutes, the girl was completely relieved and went to eat happily.

During this process, Chen Xian has been observing her.

From the perspective of the most basic expression ability, the girl has made great progress. Although she sometimes still speaks and communicates with slurred words and intermittent sentences, at least her expression is easier now than before. Understand, and she can understand more words than before.

It seems that I didn't communicate with her very much during this period. She spent most of her time on TV... Could it be because of watching TV?

Chen Xian analyzed it silently, and looked at the girl from time to time, as if he wanted to find some answers from her face.

But every time the girl seemed to be able to detect Chen Xian's gaze, when she found that Chen Xian was looking at herself, she would always raise her head back with curious eyes.

After the meal, Chen Xian was packing the tableware on the table when the phone rang suddenly.

"Hello, who?" Chen Xian held the phone between his shoulders, and looked a little awkward when he tilted his head to answer the call. He was so busy that he was sweating with his left and right hands.

"I'm looking for you!" The old liar's voice came over there, and he seemed anxious to hear his tone, "Is your kid okay?"

"It's okay, what's the matter?" Chen Xian replied, did not take the initiative to talk about what happened last night, nor did he intend to let the old liar know about it, so as not to make him upset.

The old liar was silent for a few seconds and asked in a low voice: "Did someone trouble you last night?"

"This matter..." Chen Xian put the bowls and chopsticks in the sink, took the towel next to him and wiped his hands, his tone was calm as if nothing had happened, "Yes, but it has been resolved. "

As soon as he finished speaking, Chen Xian seemed to remember something suddenly, and asked first before the old liar could speak.

"Master Ge, I found something wrong with this evil weapon."

"What's wrong? Why is something wrong?" the old liar asked suspiciously.

"The people killed by it..."

As Chen Xian said, he turned his head and glanced into the courtyard through the window, as if he was reminiscing about the scene last night.

"Their souls seem to be gone."