"Old Guo, if Zhang Jia's conjecture is true, it will explain why the dagger disappeared bizarrely, and there is also the mystery of the disappearance of the soul power of the victim Wu Yaowei."

"The Curse Dagger cannot be controlled by ordinary people, so Pang Tao chose the Great Man. The Great Man is actually a victim, which also explains the reason why the demonized Great Man woke up after Pang Tao's death."

After Li Xing finished speaking, the office was silent, and Mr. Guo fell into a long silence.

Everyone knows in their hearts that Zhang Jia's assumption appears to be logically fine on the surface, but even if there are two types of awakened people, it is still impossible to explain why the soul pool in the body will be separated from the body.

The soul power pool is not the clothes on your body. You can wear them whenever you want and take them off when you want.

Another point is that special abilities are physicalized? Isn’t this just like boxing people turning the moves they use into real objects?

"Zhang Jia's guess is indeed very bold. You need to carefully verify it. Supernatural events are strange and difficult to distinguish. To use common sense to analyze supernatural events will lead to the opposite results. By the way, Zhang Jia is still a prison guard?" Mr. Guo asked.

"Zhang Jia is the first person to discover the incident in the junior prison guard, Red Star Hospital." Li Xing added.

"Temporarily increase Zhang Jia's permission to browse the intranet, and the validity period is one month. We need practical players, and we also need analysts like Zhang Jia who break through the sky and have a flexible mind."

"Yes, Guo Lao."

"I still have a chance, and I will leave Anshi to you." After saying that, Mr. Guo stood up and patted Zhen Zhen on the shoulder, "Zhen Zhen, if you go to the small dark room to visit that person, I'll say hello to me and hope she can recover as soon as possible."

"Yes, Guo Lao."

After seeing Mr. Guo off, Li Xing breathed out, "Zhen Zhen, okay, do you know the people living in the retirement building of a high-ranking official in a small black room?"

Zhen Zhen frowned and his face turned slightly different, "What's wrong? Want her to help? Tell you that there is no one in the door."

"How could I have this face for the big guy to help? I was just curious. I heard that the people who are qualified to live in the small black room only have one slap, big guy."

"I won't tell you anymore. Let's go to the search college now and be my admissions office director." Zhen Zhen waved his hand and walked out of the gate of No. 33 Xinhe Road with big strides.

Li Xing shook his head, unable to understand why Zhen Zhen changed her face when she said that she would change her face.

"Oh, you finally came out after the crane."

Opposite the entrance of No. 33 Xinhe Road, a red supercar was parked. Phoenix took off the sunglasses from his face and looked at Zhen Zhen with a charming look with a bad look.

"What are you doing?" Zhen Zhen glanced at Fenghuang with his hands in his pockets, and walked forward on his own. In addition to being a damaging mouth, this woman was also a damaging mouth. What happened ten thousand years ago was so easy to use.

"Do you think I want to come?" Phoenix drove the car behind Zhen Zhen's butt, "I want me to shut up and get in the car honestly. There are still many things today."

Zhen Zhen paused all over, looking at Fenghuang with a blazing eyes. Fenghuang stared at Zhen Zhen's eyes fearlessly, full of confidence in provocation.

"Haha, you're ruthless!" Zhen Zhen gritted his teeth and opened the door to the back seat. The red supercar increased its horsepower and drove forward quickly.

“Where are you going now?”

"Xinhe High School." Phoenix threw a information bag to Zhen Zhen.

"You really know how to choose a place."

Xinhe High School is better than a social garbage recycling station. Students who come to Xinhe High School are not only poor students among the poor students, but also fighter jets among the poor students. Many students are already the top figures in the underground black boxing ranks, and their combat effectiveness can be imagined.

If it is not stipulated that you must have a high school education to find a job in society and enjoy a series of benefits, how could these poor students come to Xinhe High School to get a diploma?

"Are you scared?" Fenghuang smiled brightly.

"I think you are afraid, right? The physical examination is a document sent from above. Any school dare not to execute it?" Zhen Zhen snorted coldly.

"Of course the school has to implement it, but it also needs to deal with those students. Two of these students are one of the fifty-six lists."

"Is that true?" Zhen Zhen looked through the information bag. The photo shows a young man with very little hair, almost bald, and a wretched face. The other is a "middle-aged man" with five big and thick hands and flower arms, wearing a tight black vest, and sharp eyes that do not match his age.

Song Xiaohai, age, eighteen years old, height, 1.71 meters tall, student in Class 3, Xinhe Middle School.

Lang Yongshan, age, nineteen years old, height, 1.90 meters tall, student in Class 3, Xinhe Middle School.

"The students in this class of high school, Class 3, Xinhe High School, do not have any hope for the future. Parents have long given up on these students. Besides, they are already adults at the age of 18. After graduation, these students can only work as street hooligans, dock loaders and unloaders."

"Class three, three, the Death Class. Class three is the legendary class of Xinhe High School. If you finish Class three, you will be able to complete the entire Xinhe High School."

"Especially, Lang Yongshan, nicknamed Demon Wolf, he is a popular candidate in the Black Market Boxing Championship." Phoenix said gloatingly.

"Just this strength... the black market boxing champion competition, the popular candidate? Are you teasing me?"

"Don't be full of words. Your current identity is the director of the admissions office. If there is any problem, you will only take the blame."

"Phoenix, what hatred do I have with you? Are you planning to do this?"

"The medical team is not very combat-effective and may not be able to resolve emergencies."

"Okay." Zhen Zhen spread his hands. He could not refute Mr. Guo's decision, let alone refuse. At worst, he would take the blame.

"That's right." Fenghuang nodded with satisfaction, "Why, when you come to Anshi, don't you go and see the lightweight?"

"Shut up and drive your car." Zhen Zhen glared at Phoenix.

"Tsk, it's not as fragile as you think. She is doing well now. She has a fat cat weighing 28 pounds. She plays games with no time. The golden cat food in the warehouse of the small black house is almost impossible to pile up." Phoenix said to herself.

...

"Fatty jujube, come here."

When I woke up, Qin Qingqiao felt refreshed. I thought I would have had a bad sleep due to pain in my right arm last night, but I didn't expect to wake up naturally after I slept.

After washing and physical therapy as usual, Qin Qingqiao endured the excitement in her heart and checked her right arm. After 12 hours of recovery, Qin Qingqiao's right arm has recovered as before. Although it has not recovered until before the injury, the muscles and bones of the right arm are no different from those of ordinary people.

Hearing the master's call, Fat Ju jumped to the ground and saw Qin Qingjia's five fingers flexibly and complexly rotating, drawing circles, crossing... he was stunned...

Maoyan followed the trajectory of Qin Qingqiao's finger movement and kept turning...
Chapter completed!