In the study, Zhang Yuanqing glanced at the portrait hanging on the wall, then looked at the upright Fu Qingyang, and sighed:

"The painting is good, but it's a pity!"

Fu Qingyang, who was about to ask a question, was stunned when he heard this: "What do you mean?"

Zhang Yuanqing sincerely said, "Even if the painter's skill is high, he can't capture one percent of the spirit and handsomeness of a centurion. That's why it's a pity."

Fu Qingyang glanced at him and said lightly, "Let's talk about business and not waste time on meaningless words."

But Zhang Yuanqing could tell from his subtle expression that he actually appreciated it.

When Fu Qingyang first came in, he had a heavy heart and a furrowed brow, but now his brow was relaxed and his face softened.

Zhang Yuanqing pulled a high-backed chair and sat down, looking at the cold and aloof Wang Qian on the desk, and asked, "How long will it take for the elders to make a decision on dealing with Xiahou Chi?"

"I can't give you an answer," Fu Qingyang shook his head and explained, "Xiahou Chi can't escape, but he is the legitimate heir of the Xiahou family. Before dealing with him, we must consult with the Xiahou family. Killing without notice will affect the relationship between the two forces and may even cause conflicts."

This is the difference in thinking between the elders and the grassroots. Only when they are the same can problems arise.

"Then how does the centurion plan to investigate next?"

Fu Qingyang glanced at him without speaking.

It seems that there is no good way. Indeed, it is very difficult to find a high-level spiritual realm practitioner who is hiding their true identity. This takes time. Zhang Yuanqing immediately said, "Centurion, I remember that on the night when we killed Heng Xingwu, we discussed the motive of Hei Wuchang lurking in Songhai. It was because the Fallen Holy Grail had a problem, so Hei Wuchang secretly contacted the Dark Night Rose and met with them in Songhai."

Fu Qingyang nodded slightly.

Zhang Yuanqing continued, "Yesterday after work, I thought for a long time... Why did the Dark Night Rose help Hei Wuchang? What benefits can they gain?"

Fu Qingyang's gaze became focused.

Zhang Yuanqing continued, "We have analyzed that the problem with the Fallen Holy Grail originated from the Demon Lord, and the Demon Lord is a Night Walker. He must have used some means to make the Fallen Holy Grail have a problem. But I have limited knowledge and can't think of anything that can affect the rules of the Fallen Holy Grail, which is a rule-based item."

He didn't explicitly mention the ability of the Eye of Perception, as it would be too deliberate. With Fu Qingyang's insight, a casual mention would be enough.

Fu Qingyang pondered for a few seconds, and his eyes became brighter and brighter.

"The only thing that can deal with the Fallen Holy Grail is an item of the same level. I understand the means the Demon Lord used to balance the Fallen Holy Grail."

He glanced at Zhang Yuanqing and explained, "It's the Eye of Perception, a high-level Night Walker can use and control the power of the sun. As for whether the Demon Lord used an item or a related object, I need to check the database and, if necessary, apply for permission from the Taiyi Sect."

"The Dark Night Rose should be trying to obtain it. Although this won't directly lead us to Hei Wuchang, the more information we know, the more breakthroughs we can find."

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The cold and aloof Wang Qian showed a smile and praised, "Your idea is good. I didn't misjudge you. If you were a scout, you would definitely be outstanding."

Forget it, there's nothing good about being serious... Zhang Yuanqing dared to mock in front of Li Dongze, but he didn't dare to insult the scout in front of Fu Qingyang. He regretfully said, "Yes, yes."

Leaving the villa, Zhang Yuanqing called Wang Qian.

"What do you want?" Wang Qian respectfully said.

Is your contact frequency with me too high?

"Tell the Master of the Zhi Sha Palace that Xiahou Xin has been silenced. Also, I hope she can speed up the investigation I asked her to do. Time is running out." Zhang Yuanqing said in a deep voice.

Wang Qian was stunned by the news that Xiahou Xin had been silenced. Who silenced him?

On the other hand, the urgency in the voice of the Primordial Heavenly Venerable made her wonder if the Master was his informant.

Master... she shouldn't be this kid's informant, right?!

"Okay, okay!" Wang Qian hung up the phone with a puzzled look.

Next, he went to the Wuhun Hotel to gather information from the evil profession there... Zhang Yuanqing left the villa community and wandered on the roadside for a while before flagging down a taxi.

After agreeing on the price, he took a taxi to the north of Jinshan City.

An hour later, Zhang Yuanqing, wearing a duckbill cap and a mask, walked into the lobby of the Wuhun Hotel.

The woman at the front desk glanced at him, scrutinized him for a moment, and recognized Zhang Yuanqing. She frowned and said, "What are you here for again?"

She was still dressed as she was when they first met, wearing a white shirt with a wine-red small suit, the standard uniform of a hotel attendant.

Her features were stunning and noble, her eyes round and charming, her chest high and full of the charm of a mature woman.

But her expression was cold, making it difficult for people to approach her.

Knowing that the other party was not a ruthless person, Zhang Yuanqing smiled and said, "Don't be so guarded. I just want to make friends with Auntie and have more paths."

The beautiful woman squinted her eyes and sneered, "If you want to hit on me, you will die a miserable death. If you have ulterior motives towards the group behind me, you will die an even more miserable death."

"Go back, this is not where you should be."

No, why do you think I want to hit on you? Is an eagle going to eat a chick? Zhang Yuanqing thought to himself, fully utilizing his social skills:"Don't say it so full, everyone needs friends and should be good at making friends. This way, the road will become wider and wider. It was because I made friends with him that day that you were able to know his dying words."

The beautiful woman stared at him for a few seconds and said coldly, "Tell me your purpose."

Zhang Yuanqing immediately said, "Have you heard of Hei Wuchang? The authorities have been searching for him recently. Do you have any information about him?"

The beautiful woman sneered and said, "Do you think I can find out the whereabouts of Hei Wuchang just by sitting in a hotel?"

After a few seconds of contemplation, she said, "I can help you inquire in the black market."

Seeing Zhang Yuanqing's puzzled expression, she explained with a "heh", "Not the black market allowed by your authorities, but the black market known only to evil professionals. After all, even the most evil scum needs to trade."

"But I will charge a service fee, a risk subsidy fee, and a mental damage fee."

I can understand the service fee and risk subsidy fee, but what is the mental damage fee? Zhang Yuanqing asked, "Mental damage fee?"

The woman shrugged and said confidently, "Every time I see those ugly and disgusting guys, I feel like I've been raped by a man a hundred times."

Well, since you're self-deprecating like this, what else can I say? Zhang Yuanqing couldn't find a reason to negotiate the price, so he could only ask, "Just tell me how much money."

"50,000!" the woman said indifferently, "Whether or not I find any information, there will be no refunds."

50,000, if it were the old me, I could only take off my clothes and lie on the bed, saying, "Auntie, I'm yours tonight." But for me now, this is just a small amount of money. Zhang Yuanqing said, "Deal, my only requirement is that it be fast, the faster the better."

Saying that, he took out his phone and said, "Let's exchange contact information, how should I address you, Auntie?"

The woman said, "Xiao Yuan."

"Nice name..."

Leaving the Wuheng Hotel, Zhang Yuanqing walked along the road towards Songhai, planning to walk a distance before taking a taxi.

The infrastructure in Jinshan City was far worse than in Songhai, especially in the outskirts where there were often cracked and tilted roads due to the frequent passing of large trucks.

"Ding~"

His phone in his pocket vibrated, Zhang Yuanqing stopped by the roadside and took out his phone to check.

An unread message:

[Have you heard of the legend of the White-Clothed Murderer? It is said that she is an evil spirit wandering in dreams. Her appearance is that of a dirty and filthy white-clothed woman with disheveled hair, holding a kitchen knife. Her body is made up of different people's limbs, and her face is turned backwards. She always walks backwards...

[The White-Clothed Murderer wanders in dreams late at night, searching for her targets to kill. When she decides to kill someone, she will knock on the target's door at midnight and then kill them.

[To the person who received this message, please forward it to the next person before midnight, otherwise the White-Clothed Murderer will come for you.]

"What era is this? There are still these kinds of garbage messages that will curse you if you don't forward them?"

Zhang Yuanqing suddenly remembered the prank messages that were popular in a chat software group when he was in middle school, which had the same format.

At this time, a taxi arrived.

He put his phone back in his pocket, raised his hand to stop the taxi, and when he heard that it was going to Songhai, the driver readily agreed.

Zhang Yuanqing returned to Songhai at 11 o'clock in the morning.

He had originally planned to find a restaurant on the street to satisfy his hunger, but suddenly he remembered that Tengyuan, the captain, had increased the lunch allowance for each person by ten yuan in order to improve employee benefits.

It used to be thirty yuan for a meal.

With forty yuan, he could have a very good lunch.

He immediately asked the driver to change course to the Public Security Bureau in Kangyang District.

Entering the glass building, on the left side of the leisure area, Guan Ya, Tengyuan, and Jiang Jingwei were sitting around a glass round table having a meal.

Guan Ya ate elegantly, chewing slowly, her red lips stained with oil, very tempting.

Captain Tengyuan ate without expression, his gaze somewhat dull, lacking enthusiasm for life and food.

Jiang Jingwei was different, wolfing down her food, her eating habits could rival that of a monkey with yellow hair.

This girl is obviously very beautiful, but unfortunately she is a fire mage. Zhang Yuanqing sighed and instructed the administrative staff to prepare lunch for himself, then walked towards his teammates with a smile on his face and said, "Haha, I came at the right time."

Guan Ya swallowed her food and looked at Zhang Yuanqing, asking, "You've been lazy these past few days."

This is called "the leader sets the example"! Zhang Yuanqing sat down next to Lao Siji and said, "I haven't been lazy today, I went on a business trip."

"Hmm?" Guan Ya expressed her confusion with a nasal sound.

Zhang Yuanqing explained, "I found a thirty-year-old aunt and gave her some money to do something for me."

Guan Ya was taken aback, then smiled and said, "You have good taste, a thirty-year-old aunt can teach you many things."

"If I have the chance, I would also like to learn from Sister Guan Ya." Zhang Yuanqing said, and saw a red backpack at Jiang Jingwei's feet, and asked, "Jingwei, I thought you stopped going to school."

Only then did Jiang Jingwei look up, surprised, "What are you doing here?"

Crude fire mage! Zhang Yuanqing repeated the question.

"Oh, my dad said that work should not interfere with studying, so he asked me to bring my homework to the office to study. It just so happens that Sister Guan Ya and Captain Tengyuan can help me with my homework." The red-haired girl said cheerfully.

Guan Ya's face turned black.The expression on the section chief's face seemed to have grown even more world-weary.

Help you with your homework? Zhang Yuanqing looked at his two colleagues with pity.

The section chief pushed up his glasses on the bridge of his nose and said, "Yuanqing, you should be a college student, right? I think you can help Jingwei with her homework. Guan Ya and I have been out of school for many years, and our knowledge has become rusty."

"No need, section chief. I went to a subpar university, and I'm not good at studying," Zhang Yuanqing declined politely, quickly changing the subject. "Section chief, it seems like you don't really enjoy your job?"

The section chief was silent for a moment before slowly saying, "I realized a long time ago that this world is full of exploitation. High taxes are the government's exploitation, and intense work is the exploitation of capital.

"When I was young, I studied hard, never daring to rest, living like a dog.

"After entering society, I had to face exploitation and pressure from all sides, living like a donkey. Life is short, just a hundred years, why should we live so tiredly?

"I can't change others, but I can change myself."

Zhang Yuanqing was taken aback by the section chief's philosophical words. No, wait, this sounded like he was advocating for a laid-back lifestyle.

The section chief sighed, "After becoming a spiritual realm walker, I realized that the spiritual realm is also crap."

Zhang Yuanqing could only maintain an awkward yet polite smile.

After dinner, Zhang Yuanqing returned to his room and closed the curtains.

He sat at his desk, deep in thought:

"The head of the Palace of No Killing hasn't replied to me yet. She should have gotten a lot of information from interrogating Xiahou Tianwen. These are all clues to track down the Dark Night Rose. The Dark Night Rose must know this too. The head of the palace said she needs to be prepared for the leader of the Dark Night Rose to come knocking.

"Aunt Xiao Yuan took my money, she should do her job well. I hope she can find some clues. Little Dou Bi better not steal my aunt's underwear again tomorrow, one is enough.

With a click, he turned off the light and went to sleep.

After an unknown amount of time, Zhang Yuanqing was awakened by a familiar headache. Chaotic images flashed quickly in his mind, and meaningless noises filled his ears.

Many of these images were fragments of memories accumulated by the Night Wanderer.

Ever since he became a spiritual realm walker, his physical condition had improved, and he gradually said goodbye to the trouble of headaches, so much so that he forgot to take his medicine on time.

Zhang Yuanqing endured the splitting headache, opened the drawer of his bedside table, took out a small medicine bottle, poured out five or six blue pills, and swallowed them whole.

Then, he threw himself onto the bed, waiting for the headache to pass.

"Knock, knock!"

At this moment, he heard a knock on the door.

Who could it be, knocking at the door so late at night, Jiang Yu'er? Zhang Yuanqing sat up with a grimace of pain, glanced at the digital clock on his bedside table, and the time displayed:

00:00

Midnight.

P: Managed to get it out, four thousand words, not bad. I had diarrhea and vomiting today, which left me a bit weak. Time to sleep, and by the way, I'm asking for monthly votes.