"There may be enemies to go to the detective agency, pay attention to safety, pay attention to outside the door, and leave a living mouth if you can leave."

While the black high-end car behind him drove away, Lu Li called the detective agency.

"I will surprise you, remember to come back early." Kong Nanqing replied.

Hang off your phone, Lu Li raised his eyes.

It was drizzling outside, and a yellow rain warning was issued on the radio, and there will be a heavy rain tonight.

In the hazy drizzle, the illusory blood-colored tentacles hanging from the sky appeared and disappeared. Lu Li barely identified the location of the tentacles closest to here and drove away.

...

The light rain makes the city visibility lower in the afternoon.

The mist and rain are everywhere, and the city is covered with mist.

In the power plant's family building community, a black high-end car parked downstairs in Building 10.

“It’s here in the message.”

A neutral voice sounded, followed by an old voice.

"Ding'er, you still have time to regret it now. You need to know that although we immortal practitioners act against the will of heaven, it is ultimately not conducive to our own deception."

"I know, you have advised me many times. But he knows that once you have leaked the news..."

"Oh..." A sigh came from the ring.

Martin shook his head gently. Master, you are so kind after all. Who is our immortal cultivator not fighting against people and heaven? If you don’t fight for everything, how can you fight for that secret?

As a person in the Information Age, Martin, who reads countless novels, knows that people's hearts are sinister. If you don't kill people, you will be killed. If you want to survive, you can only save yourself! If the enemy blocks me, you will destroy all the door. If the earth blocks me, you will trample on the ground. If the gods and demons in the sky block me, you will slaughter all these gods and demons!

"What do you want to do? Leave explosives in his house or ambush him and wait for him to come back."

"Explosives are not easy to deal with. If you are ambushed, once the resentful spirit comes back with him... Huh? Master, how do you know explosives?"

"Cough cough cough..." The old voice in the ring coughed dryly and said vaguely: "Your master, I have been buried in the earth for at least decades, and I must have some understanding of these things."

"No wonder..." Martin nodded suddenly, without doubting him.

Old old voice rang out quickly: "So Ding'er, what method do you plan to solve the hidden dangers?"

"Of course it's the way to make him live in fear all the time." Martin's lips were chilled.

Bang.

The interior lighting was turned on.

Martin took out a stack of paper and pens from the storage box, pulled out the pen cover, lay on the steering wheel, wrote a line of handwriting on A4 paper, and read it out word by word with the gesture: "You... maybe... don't remember... me, but I... still... remember... you... you... discovered... my... secret, and... this is... warning."

He pursed the corners of his lips, his bright eyes were full of seriousness and leaned in front of the paper, writing down one stroke at a time.

"If you try to tell others, I will take your head thousands of miles away............ Master, which level is the head level?"

"Collection? There is one more horizontal one on top, and there is a wood on the bottom."

"Oh... the collection... isn't right, Master, it seems that it's not this collection."

"Ahem... I still can't understand the words of your earth now."

"It's okay, I'll check it with my phone."

Martin didn't care, so he took out his mobile phone to check the correct way to write the first level. He suddenly realized that he put down his phone, buried his head in smearing the typo, and wrote the correct level at the back.

"It's written!"

He took a breath, Martin covered his pen cap, picked up the A4 paper and shook it gently, showing it to his eyes to appreciate it.

"Master, look at it. When this note appears in his house without anyone noticing, you guess if he will be afraid of sleeping and eating."

"Uh...probably." Jie Lao could not hide the surprise in his tone when he witnessed the whole process: "Disciple, didn't you want to kill him before?"

"Of course, but I'm not stupid. Now it's a society ruled by law, killing people is illegal." Martin sneered, and a hint of arrogance appeared in his eyes.

"I'll warn you first. If he doesn't know what's wrong... Since I can spend 50,000 to buy his information, I can spend 50,000 to buy his life. Master, wealth is touching."

Jie Lao was speechless and fell into silence.

Martin stacked up the threatening note, and as if there was a substantial anger surging around him, he walked out of the car with a gloomy and perverse expression, walked into the corridor step by step, and his figure was swallowed by the darkness.

...

"Master, are there ghosts inside?"

In the dark and humid corridor, a shadowy outline sounded a neutral low voice.

A strange light appeared on the ring on his hand, and a faint old voice sounded: "I can't notice it, but don't take it lightly... That man is not simple."

"No matter how simple it is, it is just a mortal, with a lifespan of only one hundred."

Martin sneered and approached the door with the words "Black Detective Agency" written on it.

Listen quietly outside the door for a moment, and it is silent inside.

He stretched his palm towards the door handle and found that the door was locked and did not give up. Instead, he turned on the lighting of his phone, stood on tiptoe, and brushed across the door frame.

A layer of ashes fell, causing Martin to frown and swing away the dust. He half-squatted down again and lifted up the blanket.

A silver key reflects under the blanket.

"I found it. Haha... Is it so low-level mistake? Is this kind of person worthy of being my opponent?"

With a gentle sneer, Martin inserted the key into the door lock, and with a small click, the door was opened in a gap.

Scream-

Martin walked into the detective agency calmly, looked around, his eyes paused slightly on the strange portrait on the sofa, then moved away and walked towards the desk.

The moment he turned his head, the portrait in the oil painting turned his eyes strangely and followed Martin.

Martin suddenly felt a little excited when he threw the threat note on the table.

I thought I would be an interesting opponent, but I was only powerful, but I was just a mere mortal.

Not energetic.

But at this moment, he heard a master's shout from behind him!

"Bold ghosts, you dare to show up during the day! I will let you lose your soul today! Sword control technique!"

Suddenly, his head turned and his pupils shrank.

At some point, a figure as dark as burnt was standing at the door of the bedroom, looking quietly.

In front of Martin, an illusory old man appeared, and a small flying sword emitting yin energy hangs in front of the old man, buzzing and trembling.

“Master…”

Martin was slightly stunned. It was the first time he saw his master appearing out of the ring.

He was slightly lost in his mind, and suddenly a sudden sound came from his ears: "This is a resentful spirit. My strength has not yet been restored to one ten thousand. It is not her opponent. Disciple, run away, delay for the teacher!"

"Master!"

"hurry up!!!"

Martin gritted his teeth and looked at the charred figure deeply, and escaped from the door.

Seeing his apprentice escape from the door, the illusory old man breathed a sigh of relief and slowly exhaled a turbid breath and said, "Sure enough, can you only use that move..."

His hands were suddenly closed, his knees bent to the ground, his back bent, his head and his palms slapped the ground, and he yelled loudly.
Chapter completed!