Of course there are ghosts in the cloud. Not only some police departments, but even the external relations department, there has never been no ghosts.

As a large amount of information was gathered one by one, Park Seki probably understood Chen Qiudun's concerns and also knew his plans.

He asked himself to wipe his butt, and came to the place where the remaining unsolved mystery of the Jin Yunying case.

In the third floor office, Park Seki stared at the blackboard marked with the "Kim Yun-ying's relationship map". The four words "Yi Ji Zhiyan" were marked with a key circle. There were two stacks of files more than 40 cm thick on his desk. This was collected by his subordinates about the large number of female workers in the textile workshop in recent years.

Almost one hundred people disappeared silently. Such a big thing did not splash any ripples, and it seemed that it did not exist. Even extraordinary law enforcement agencies like Yunguo Foreign Resources Department did not receive any news. Well, is this kind of thing normal?

How could it be normal?

Especially when we get involved with "Yiji Zhiyan", the outcome of the more than 100 missing female workers can be imagined.

Park Seki breathed.

It was 5:27 a.m.

"Bang--"

The door of his office was pushed open and two men in black dress walked in.

"The director, I didn't bring it back."

Park Seki didn't look back, and was not surprised. He just took off his glasses and wiped them and asked: "Has the person been silenced?"

"Well. When we arrived at his house at 1:00 a.m., we were already dead, with a lot of traces of struggle, which could be found..." The man in black raised his head: "It was a pain in the intestinal obstruction."

"After all, he is a patrol inspector..." Park Seki rubbed his red eyes and put on his glasses again: "This way of death is not eye-catching."

"It's a pity that he's cheap." Some of his subordinates were resentful: "So many cases have been suppressed, more than one hundred people, otherwise how could our External Relations Department not receive any news?"

"Can a little detective be able to press down?" Park Seki smiled.

The two men looked at each other: "Director, you mean, there are other things..."

"Okay, there are some things that need to be proved." Park Seki sighed: "By the way, how is Kim Yun-young's family in the house?"

"Only a small part of the excavation was completed. If you want to dig it all, you will probably have to wait two days."

After all, the magma has solidified. Without the help of advanced excavation equipment, it is indeed not a simple project to pry open hundreds of cubic cubic solidification of magma.

"However, it's just a small role. The embassy of the former country actually dispatched strategic figures. Isn't it a bit too exaggerated?" said the staff of the External Relations Department: "The strategic level of the Wei-Bao-Chengqian School is not common. After all, he is a fifth-level expert and can change the trend of mountains, rivers and veins in some areas. Will such a person deal with Jin Yunying? It's obviously unreasonable." He seemed a little disbelief.

Park Seki didn't believe it either, but he naturally knew that Chen Qiudun had something to hide from him. Although the two were familiar with each other, their identities were different after all, and some taboos were always to be abide by.

"On one day you become the Minister of External Relations, you will be qualified to negotiate with the other party." Park Se-gi put on his coat and tied his buttons one by one: "At that time, you can submit a letter of official letter, with a stern wording. Well, let the embassy of the Yuanguo country explain clearly why the master of the Wei-Bao-Shengjun school cannot get along with Kim Yun-young."

"Hahaha..." The companion beside him chuckled in a low voice.

"Then I guess I won't be able to wait for that day." The man curled his lips: "I am a second-level clerk now. When I became the head of the section chief, director, chairman, general affairs, committee member, and minister, I will go. If this continues, I will have to live at least a hundred years more."

"It's okay, most of them are ordinary people, and you may not have lived long."

"Stop talking nonsense - let's go." Park Seki dressed neatly: "Go to Kim Yun-young's house first."

"I've all been soaked in magma, so there are no clues."

"That's not necessarily..."

An hour later, everyone came to Jin Yunying's residence, and the place soaked in magma had now become an excavation area.

In the distance, a large number of neighbors gathered together to gather around. After all, it is a rare interesting news in the market. They are all curious about why this place has become like this.

No matter what is strange about this arson case, just the "resurrection of hell" passed down between the streets and alleys yesterday, it is enough for these neighbors to chat for three or five days, especially some older people who have some spare time. They gather on the periphery of the excavation area, and do not disturb the excavation work of the External Relations Department, and just wander outside. The police officers in the inspection hall in the blockade area cannot drive these innocent ordinary people out without reason.

"Director, can you ask someone to deal with it?"

Behind the crowd, staff from the External Relations Department asked Park Seki for his opinion.

"No." Park Seki stood at the entrance of the alley with his arms in his arms: "You go in and stare, I'll stay here for a while."

"clear."

The two of them squeezed out of the crowd and entered a certain excavation area, while Park Seki kept standing at the entrance of the alley, motionless, and his eyes were quietly looking at the crowd.

There are probably many people who know that Park Seki of the External Relations Department are good at calculating and are a famous extraordinary director of the External Relations Department. However, few people know that Park Seki's ancient calculation scriptures have some characteristics of the great wilderness, namely the characteristics of some numerology skills. He has a passive ability similar to the sixth sense, which is this ability that makes him feel something that ordinary people cannot feel.

Just now, Park Seki felt that he might have some unexpected gains today.

Some criminals will return to the crime scene, but it will not only happen in ordinary cases.

Park Seki was very patient. He just waited quietly, waiting all day long until the sun was about to set and even the female workers in the workshop started to get off work, Park Seki still didn't wait for the person he wanted to wait for.

Well, of course it’s not Gu Xiaoren, so he won’t be bored and come here.

...

...

At around six o'clock in the evening, the sky had not yet darkened and the vision was a little clearer. At this time, the streets and alleys were probably the most noisy time of the day in the textile workshop. There were endless streams of busy figures appearing.

Some female textile workers have changed shifts, but some have to go home to eat something and continue to work nights. After all, labor in such places is not worth much money, and ordinary people who are struggling to make some household income have no choice.

In front of the grain and oil shop that sells necessities in daily life, a woman in her thirties bent down slightly and selected from a basket of mountain roots specially used for making soup: "Shopkeeper, how do you sell this mountain root?"

"Two big money is three pounds."

The owner was busy in the store and responded without looking back.

He did not think that customers would buy it. After all, most people who live in such places are not people with spare money. He also knows some words and has seen some newspaper residences in his spare time. I remember that there was a newspaper residence that once said that the average monthly income of ordinary families in Yun Country can reach about twenty gold shields.

Well, the word "average" is very good.

The owner is considered to be a little wealthy, but as far as he knows, female textile workers work fourteen to sixteen hours a day in textile workshops, and their monthly salary is about about about hardware and shields. Even if the men at home, their monthly income is only half of the average family in Yunguo. With such a living standard, only food, rice, oil and salt alone will cost at least three-fifths of their income. Shangen is an auxiliary material specially used for making soup, which is neither economical nor affordable. For ordinary female textile workers who buy this kind of thing to adjust, it is better to buy some meat to eat. After all, meat is only sold for four large pounds.

The owner thought this way, but suddenly heard the woman say "Prefer some for me", and the owner turned around and saw an unexpected appearance.

The woman was not pretty, but she was better because of her quiet temperament. She had long hair tied up and wore a rare light blue sweater. She was wearing a gray long skirt underneath, and a small hand basket was slapped on her arms. At this time, the woman had already picked up a small pile of mountain roots, as if she was waiting for the owner to weigh her.

"You... aren't you from here?" the shop owner asked carefully while squatting.

The woman smiled and stroked the broken hair in her ears: "What do you say?"

"Look at that side." The owner thrust his mouth and signaled the other party to look at the pedestrians in the street: "There are all textile workers here, so how can you wear like you."

"Is that?" The woman heard this, looked down at her outfit, and her smile calmed down.

She took the owner's claim to be Shangen, but her eyes fell deep in the entrance of a certain alley.

"By the way, I passed by there just now and saw a lot of people surrounding a place. What happened?" She asked in a tone of chatting.

"That's right. It is said that the owner of the family was originally a doctor, but yesterday it suddenly left the fire and the whole yard was burned out. However, some people said that hell reappeared, evil spirits came to the world, and so on, there were all kinds of rumors. No one had seen the world before, so they didn't understand that the thing that came out of the ground was actually magma from the eruption of a volcano. But this was also very strange. After all, how could magma come out of the house? It doesn't make sense."

The owner not only had some knowledge, but also was a chatterbox. When he saw someone willing to talk to him, he immediately chatted in detail.

"It's magma..."

The woman didn't say much, but she left after chatting with the shop owner for a while.

When we passed through the alley, the sky was getting darker, and a figure passed by her, and the woman couldn't help but frown.

"Sorry." The man wore glasses and looked gentle.

The woman didn't want to cause trouble. Seeing that the man had already apologized, she nodded gently and then stepped away.

Her residence was very far away from here. The woman originally planned to hire a carriage, but during this period, there were probably few free carriages here. The woman's pace was steady and still slow. Until she passed by a hutong, she suddenly stopped and walked in without hesitation.

"It was discovered..."

Not long after, the man with glasses who had just collided with the woman appeared here. He gently supported the frame and walked in without hesitation.

The two people who were originally met unexpectedly in this place, which was called a dead end, met again under the arrangement of fate.

"It's you." The woman raised her eyebrows and recognized the man who had hit her just now: "What are you doing with me?"

"Oh, that's it. I see that you're dressed so beautifully, so I couldn't help but follow me and chat with you." The man in glasses said.

"Catch up? Hugh..." The woman suddenly smiled: "Do you know that at my age, you can call me aunt."

"Is that?" The man in glasses looked up and down, and said seriously: "It doesn't look very similar, at most thirty years old."

"Hehe! You're pretty good at talking...what are you doing?" The woman's face suddenly changed slightly, and she retreated quickly like a ghost.

"It's discovered again. The ability of early warning? It's a bit troublesome."

He took off his glasses, wiped them, and then put them in his pocket: "But, I want to ask you a question. It is the middle of the night of the first 11th month, and the day is at 480 of the 700th degree. Taking Zhangsui as the mother, the first lunar month is determined to be divided into nine thousand, and the first lunar month is determined to be divided into ten thousand, and the first lunar day is determined to be divided into two thousand, and the second lunar month is 20,000, and the second lunar year is also called the method of division. Now we do not take the extra time day. Question: Where is the moon at midnight when the day is right?"

Well, if Gu Xiaoren is here, he will definitely complain about what the hell is this? Before fighting, we should first explain the stress.

However, the woman thought about it and seemed to have heard of this scene, and her face immediately changed: "You are Park Seki of the External Relations Department!"

"Sorry." Park Seki sighed: "You answered wrong."

After the words fell, the earth covered the sky!

The surrounding buildings quickly shifted, and both the bluestone walls of the alley and the flat streets turned into flowing planes in an instant, just like folded green paper sheets. The dead dead end instantly turned into a closed ridge.
Chapter completed!