In the dark night, the two little dragons were about to walk past Qing Xiran, and now they all looked at Qing Xiran.

In this scrutiny, Qing Xiran's expression was extremely plain and minimized the mobile drawing software. He answered Wenjing's phone call and chatted with Wenjing softly. Everything was normal, and it was a bit weird.

She was sitting outside the campus of Xiaolongren West District, and quietly whispered and quiet in front of two Xiaolongren who were patrolling. The eighth part still had a divination about this Xiaolongren mental arithmetic training institution.

No matter what, Wen Jing knows some of this institution than Qing Xiran. She is essentially a very enthusiastic and curious parent. Teacher Jiang has been promoting this Xiaolongren mental arithmetic training institution. I heard that many children in their kindergarten have signed up for this mental arithmetic training.

Before the end of the world came, Wenjing planned to report one to Yangyang, and asked Qing Xiran's opinion in the supermarket whether she would report one to Qingyi.

As for whether those children who have applied for this mental arithmetic training have gone to class or are missing, Wen Jing doesn’t know.

But as far as Wen Jing knows, this mental arithmetic institution has free mental arithmetic tests for children. If they meet their standards, they do not charge parents' mental arithmetic training fees.

"I heard that they are chain institutions, the kind of chain in the country, and there is one in the development zone. However, I heard that classes have already started in the east district of Xiangcheng and the development zone has not started yet. The East District is the headquarters of this Xiaolongren."

On the phone, Wenjing was a little worried. She was half lying on the small bed in the RV, holding her cell phone to ask Qing Xiran,

"Xiran, why haven't you come back now? Are you not in danger outside?"

“No danger yet.”

Qing Xiran smiled, and in the dark night, she lowered her eyes and said to Wen Jing:

"And I'm sitting outside the gate of this little dragon man now, and two people have just come over."

"When will you come back? I'm very worried about you."

"Don't worry, they are 3.2 meters away from me, and they can't hear clearly my volume."

Just as Qing Xiran and Wen Jing were chatting, the two little dragons patrolling in front of him walked over without notice anything strange.

This community is a villa community, the campus site of Xiaolongren, but one of the villa communities. In addition, the population in the West District is already dense, so everyone verbally calls the end of the world, the end of the world. It has been so long, and there are still people living in this community.

The two men in front of him left, Qing Xiran raised his eyes, and a string of data flashed through his eyes. He looked at Xiaolongren's villa carefully. From her perspective, he could not evaluate the essence of the villa through the shadows falling on the window.

So she said to Wenjing:

"I want to catch a few live-action people, but this institution looks very strange. I need to catch a live-action people and try to find out."

Qing Xiran raised her eyes and looked at the two little dragon men who had just walked over with clear eyes.

What they obviously are not opening a training institution, saying that training is just a cover. This villa looks gloomy and has no childlike interest. How come it is like starting a class?

Their real purpose is to screen children who are talented in mental arithmetics in society, so how many children have they screened so far? Where have these children been sent to?

There are many things to dig deep in here. Qing Xiran knew early in the morning that he didn't touch Xiaolongren before because the water here was too deep. Now that he has to wade into this muddy water, he naturally has to figure it out in every aspect.

Qing Xiran whispered the phone, and two more people in black suits passed by her and glanced at her casually, not caring at all.

The end of the world is here, and there are many crazy women like Ruqing Xiran. It is definitely a matter of either her husband or her children. It is normal for them to stay away from sleeping in the middle of the night and just wander around.

The midsummer weather was so hot that it made people sweat while meditating. Qing Xiran was wearing retro black, flat shoes, pale complexion, long hair shawl, sitting on a bench by the side of the road, lowering her head and making a phone call.

But there was no drop of sweat.

She acted naturally, and two men in black suits were busy searching for children with mental arithmetic talent in the west, so where could they have time to deal with Qing Xiran?

The two men walked forward and were about to go to the basement of the villa to get a car. Qing Xiran sat there for a while and hung up the phone regardless of Wenjing's obstruction.

Then he got up and followed the two of them, hiding from the blind spots of surveillance.

When I arrived at a lightless road, Qing Xiran made a sound.

"Hey, you two are the staff of Xiaolongren?"

The two men in front stopped immediately, turned around, and looked at Qing Xiran with a blank expression.

There was a smile on her fair and tender face. She walked up to her and said:

"I have something to ask you."

"What's up?"

One of the men felt that Qing Xiran's face was very familiar. He frowned and looked at Qing Xiran with a sudden lift of his hand. With a move back, a black shadow "swooshed" and flew forward at an extremely fast speed, brushed Qing Xiran's shoulders, raised her long hair, and stood in front of two little dragon men.

"What..." person?

Before he finished asking, secretly ill attacked, punching one by one, knocking the two little dragons out of their minds...

At around 1 a.m., on the ground of Xiaolongren, two cups of light were taken out of the refrigerator, pouring cold water on the faces of the two men who were caught.

Shen Xiaoman held Wen Jing, and the two women sat at the end of the RV, far away from the two arrested Xiaolongren men.

Qing Xiran sat on the sofa, lowered her head and held the picture book, drawing the faces of the other Xiaolongren staff I had seen in my memory.

The secret yao rushed over and stepped on a man's lower abdomen. The other party let out a "ah" scream. Qu Yang came from the driver's seat and quickly stuffed a ball of smelly socks into the man's mouth that was screaming with his mouth open.

You can call me, but now it is on the dark Xiaolongren territory under the light, so don’t call me too badly.

After the secret sickness beat the two of them, but they wouldn't be beaten to death, Qing Xiran, who was folding his legs and leaning on the back of the sofa and drawing, asked in a low voice:

"I've suffered enough. Now let's talk about where did you send my daughter?"

"What is your daughter? Who are you?"

The man whose socks were taken away by Qu Yang and his hands and feet were tied up, lying weakly on the ground, covered in blood, staring at Qing Xiran with a pair of hematoma eyes.

Qing Xiran lowered her eyes, and the brush in her left hand was not stopped. She finished drawing a man's face, opened her mouth and replied:
Chapter completed!