The shops along the street have already closed, only the cafes are brightly lit and open their doors.

Zhang Yuanqing entered the coffee shop and habitually looked at the bar. There was no one there. The coffee machine on the bar remained silent and was not working.

The palace lord is not even in the mood to make coffee, so be careful what you say later, so as not to be hung up and beat Zhang Yuanqing secretly vigilant, crazy criticism in a bad mood and crazy criticism in a normal state are two different things.

He glanced across the empty hall full of tables and chairs. In front of a round table in the corner, he saw a young woman in a red dress and a silver mask.

The silver mask on her face was replaced by the original one, which covered the entire face.

"Palace Master!"

Zhang Yuanqing sat down at the round table next to him, "I'm sorry about the lychees."

The master of the killing palace leaned lazily on the back of the chair, and said lightly:

"From the moment she became a prisoner of lust, death was a kind of relief for her."

Her tone was very flat, but Zhang Yuanqing saw the eyes under the mask, like a deep cold pool.

"How does the Songhai Branch plan to act?" Palace Master Zhishao didn't talk nonsense.

Zhang Yuanqing considered for a few seconds and said:

"Four directions, one is to use the fingerprints collected by the bar to lock the evil occupations in the bar that night, implement arrests, and see if we can break through in this respect. Road repair is very wild, and he knows evil professions, and evil professions have no reputation at all and are greedy for money. The third is to wait for him to show his feet. Fu Qingyang applied for a secret item from the headquarters.

"Fourth, indiscriminately monitor and monitor the calls, chat messages, and text messages of local residents in Songhai, and set keywords such as Bishop Bing, God General, Lust, and Heavenly King, which are automatically captured by big data."

After hearing this, Palace Master Zhisha nodded slightly:

"I will try to find the god of lust, but the Killing Palace is a non-governmental organization after all, and the large-scale search and arrest operation still relies on your officials. If you have any clues about him, please notify me immediately."

Zhang Yuanqing nodded.

After finishing the business, the Palace Master Zhisha suddenly said:

"Did you talk about a girlfriend recently?"

Zhang Yuanqing froze for a moment: "How do you know?"

She sneered: "Musician in Saint Realm, professional name is 'Red Luan Star Official', you have an extra red line on your body, but it is slightly illusory and bleak, which proves that the relationship is not yet stable."

Did Hongluan Xingguan see the so-called "red line"? How does this sound like Yuelao. Zhang Yuanqing showed a smile on his face. Just as he was about to say something, he heard Palace Master Zhisha say coldly:

"Get out!"

The next morning, at the dining table, Zhang Yuanqing received Xiaoyuan's reply:

"I'll keep an eye out!"

This made him quite happy. Rats have ways of mice, snakes have ways of snakes. It is extremely difficult for officials to hunt down evil professions, but it is much easier for evil professions to find evil professions.

Although the God of Lust will inevitably lurk in the near future, Zhang Yuanqing does not expect Xiaoyuan to find the God of Lust, as long as he provides clues.

He excitedly put down his phone, grabbed a meat bun and put it in his mouth, quietly opened his "star eyes" to examine the faces of his family members.

Ever since he saw the bloody disaster on his cousin's face, he has insisted on looking at his family's faces every day. Now that the God of lust will be lurking in Songhai, he must not relax.

"My cousin's face is normal. There will be no danger or good luck in the near future. It's just that the labor palace is a bit dark and in poor health, and he will be more tired in the near future." JrNovels.com