He whispered to himself, took one last look at his grandfather's face, turned and left without hesitation.

The moment he stepped out of the morgue, he was relieved for a while, and there was no more haze in his heart.

The seventh floor is the office of the official traveler.

In the deacon's office of Hemen District, Wei Yuanzhou sat upright by the sofa in the living room, sitting like a clock, meticulous.

The deacon of Hemen District is a level 5 mountain god, and the ID of Lingjing is Qianshan. He is a short but very stocky middle-aged man with a gentle and pedantic temperament.

"It has been confirmed that it is a psychic. You have done a good job. According to the organizational system, kill a psychic and record a C-level meritorious service. I will submit the application report for you." The deacon of Qianshan smiled and said:

"Combining the qualifications and achievements you have accumulated in the past few years, the level has also reached the level. It is not a big problem, and everyone will be on the same level in the future."

A gentle and sincere smile appeared on Wei Yuanzhou's handsome face:

"Thank you leader!"

Deacon Qianshan nodded slightly and asked:

"Have you found out the identity of the psychic?"

Wei Yuanzhou shook his head: "I have asked colleagues from the Public Security Department to do face recognition, but there is no information, and DNA comparisons have not yielded results. As you know, DNA collection has not yet been popularized to the whole people."

In fact, the face recognition has already produced results, but it was suppressed by him.

As a captain-level walker, unless the deacon moving the mountain is watching him personally, it is easy to suppress such a trivial matter.

It is impossible for the leader to do everything by himself, and the incident has little impact and has been resolved.

Let him write a report at most, and he is willing to inquire face to face, which is already very responsible.

Deacon Qianshan nodded and said:

"Notify the Night Tour God of the Taiyi Sect to come and be a ghost, the process that should go is still to go."

"This..." Wei Yuanzhou showed embarrassment.

Deacon Qianshan put down the teacup, "What's the problem?"

"That's right," Wei Yuanzhou said:

"Before I attacked and killed the psychic, in order to ensure success and prevent the other party from being trapped in a desperate fight and affecting the innocent, I used the props of the night tour god profession to severely damage the other party's spirit body.

"Right now, I'm afraid my soul has been scattered, and there is no spirit body left."

The deacon who moved the mountain frowned and said in a deep voice:

"forget about it."

He picked up the teacup again and sipped the fragrant and sweet tea.

Wei Yuanzhou got up in good time, "I'll go back to work first."

The deacon who moved the mountain smiled and nodded.

After leaving the office, Wei Yuanzhou walked through the huge office area.

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