Chapter 63:

Chapter 63:

This is the case for the people who escaped death in practice for the first time. Song Zhicun has seen it a lot, and he did not comfort him, because there are more dangers waiting for them in the future. If they need gentle comfort every time, then this is the case. The weak will not be fit to stay in the SAR.

Adjust your mentality, make yourself more adaptable to this environment, and be able to complete tasks in extreme danger at any time. This is a qualified member of the Special Administrative Region.

"There's another person...it doesn't seem to be dead." Dongzhi suddenly opened his eyes and said in a daze.

"Who?" Song Zhicun asked.

Winter Solstice gasped: "I just fought against me and wanted to blow up the person below..."

Long Shen stroked his back smoothly, and the Winter Solstice gradually spoke more fluently: "He originally fell not far from me, but when I left the main hall just now, I found that the person was gone."

That young man's appearance was so good and so strange, it was hard not to impress.

Song Zhicun frowned: "There is only one way out, where can he go?"

No one can answer this question. They came out all the way, which is equivalent to saving a life. The bottom has completely collapsed, and they can't go down in a short time. Even the body of their partner can't be retrieved temporarily.

Upon receiving the notice, Ye Cheng arrived quickly, along with the leaders of the Yinchuan office.

Song Zhicun briefly told them about the situation, and when he heard that two people were sacrificed below, the office leader's expression changed, and he hurriedly said: "Two leaders, everyone get in the car and go back to rest first, we have already contacted the hospital, here we are. We will send people to guard them, and we will also go down to search, and report to the two leaders at any time if there is any situation!"

Long Shen frowned and said, "Don't go to search for now."

The following situation is unknown. The giant python hiding in the river may not be in trouble, but the person who goes to search may have an accident.

While the fallen companions are important, the living are equally important.

When he said this, the people in the office naturally did not dare to disobey, so they quickly called for reinforcements from the sub-bureau and sent people to guard the ground.

Even if the grievances in the world persist, there will always be demons, but the demons have been completely eliminated this time, and no one can recover their vitality for hundreds of years. The duel was also not lightly injured and could not continue to guard here, and could only be handed over to the sub-bureau.

Everyone got into the car one by one and went back to the road.

Looking at the royal mausoleum flying by the window, many people have mixed feelings in their hearts, with a trace of relief and relief, but more are indescribably heavy.

Many people were injured, and the corners of the mouth were still bleeding. They could only take some medicine for internal injuries from Ye Cheng and eat them first, and then go back and conduct a comprehensive examination and treatment.

Winter Solstice was also seriously injured, but "a blessing in disguise", since he returned to the ground, he has been in a drowsiness, and he does not need to feel the pain of motion sickness and vomiting blood.

Long Shen looked sideways, the other party was leaning against the window with his head tilted, his brows furrowed tightly, and he was not sleeping peacefully.

He knew that the reason why the Winter Solstice was able to prevent the explosion under the groove in time was probably because of the gods. He also knew that he made three orders at that time, so that the Winter Solstice could not easily ask the gods, because the previous two times had already consumed a lot of the other party's energy. God, but at that time, the situation was urgent, he faced off against humans and demons, and he couldn't be cloned for a while, and everyone else was blocked by the demonic energy, so he could only separate a little bit of mind and use his mind to let the winter solstice figure out a way.

Facts have proved that this apprentice did not let himself down, and his potential is beyond imagination. In the case of no incense and no seal, he can actually invite the Yin God just by chanting a mantra, and it seems that the invited person is not an ordinary person.

However, the price to be paid is huge.

The winter solstice's face was completely bloodless, so pale that it was almost transparent.

What's more troublesome is his body. Just now, Long Shen took the pulse for him, and found that he was depleted inside and outside, and both qi and blood were deficient. To put it bluntly, now let alone ask the gods to use the talisman. .

He sighed secretly, seeing the other party's face wrinkled into a ball, Long Shen's heart softened a little unconsciously, and reached out to smooth the frown between the other party's brows.

After a while, with a thud, the bus braked, Dongzhi's head hit the window, and his body leaned forward. Fortunately, he was wearing a seat belt and was stopped by Long Shen in time, otherwise he would have suffered a forehead.

That's why he didn't wake up.

Long Shen unfastened his seat belt, turned his shoulders over, and let the other party's upper body rest on his lap to avoid the tragedy of hitting his head again.

The sun shines on half of the winter solstice's head from the window, but the sun is too hot, not only does it not feel romantic at all, and his hair quickly becomes hot.

Long Shen tried to pull the curtains in the middle so that the other party could sleep more comfortably, but the curtains were broken and he couldn't pull them.

Frowning slightly for a moment, he placed his palm above Dongzhi's head, and a thin shadow cast on the latter's cheek, separating the two worlds.

The wheels rolled forward, taking them, gradually away from the place of life and death.

The tomb of the Western Xia Dynasty behind him stands silently and has not changed for thousands of years.

…

"Two leaders, the conditions here are not good, please let me know."

Ye Cheng pressed the switch on the wall, and the light bulb glowed dimly above his head. As he walked down the steps, Long Shen and Song Zhicun followed.

In the back, there is another Zhong Yuyi, who is not in good spirits.

Zhong Yuyi was temporarily called in the middle of the night last night to assist in the interrogation of a person.

After arranging the wounded, Song Zhicun and Long Shen could not stay in the hospital as peacefully as the others to recover from their injuries. They rushed to the office to meet with Zhong Yuyi, and were brought here by Ye Cheng.

The special administration bureau office in Yinchuan is located in an old independent villa in the old urban area. The community has been built for many years. The neighbors who could buy the property at that time were also rich people. After moving away a lot, the Northwest Branch bought it when the price was cheap. As the Yinchuan Office, the basement that came with it can occasionally be used as an interrogation room, such as now.

Song Zhicun looked at the dimly lit basement of a haunted house, and couldn't help but complain: "I said that your office doesn't change a few brighter light bulbs. Those who knew it said it was the Special Administration Bureau, and those who didn't knew it thought it was a haunted place. !"

It's okay if he didn't say it, and Ye Cheng opened the chat box and complained: "Song Bureau, it's not that we are cheating, it's really that the sub-bureau has allocated too little money to us. Let employees bring their own, you say, is there any office that is poorer than us?"

Song Zhicun immediately changed roles and began to comfort him: "Xiao X, you are wrong to think this way, in fact, the General Administration allocates funds to the sub-bureaus according to regulations every year, but after all, our Special Administrative Bureau has a special type of work and often destroys some buildings involuntarily. Facilities, this maintenance cost is not a small amount, so financial stress is also a common situation, we must learn to adapt and solve it, and we can’t just complain to the top.”

The corners of Ye Cheng's mouth twitched, for fear that Deputy Director Song would have another long speech, so he quickly shut up.

There is not much space in the basement, and a table and a few chairs are enough.

Sitting across the table, with handcuffs on his hands and gauze under his clothes, was Aoi Fujikawa who was captured under the ancient tomb.

He lowered his head, looked sullen and motionless.

Song Zhicun and the others were not busy interrogating. Long Shen nodded slightly to Zhong Yuyi, who walked up to Fujikawa Aoi, found a censer from somewhere and placed it on the ground, and lit the incense and inserted it.

The smell of incense is a bit strange, similar to sandalwood, but with a sweet and greasy taste.

Ye Cheng was a little curious. He knew that Zhong Yuyi was good at asking God, but he had never seen it with his own eyes. But now he is interrogating Fujikawa Aoi, should he also ask God to ask him? Wouldn't it be to invite a Japanese **** to make the other party submit?

He was thinking wildly there, but Zhong Yuyi took out a pen from the cloth bag, dipped it in cinnabar, and drew a symbol on Fujikawa's forehead.

"Fujikawa, raise your head." Zhong Yu said.

The sound echoed faintly in the basement, and with the dim lighting, it was more like a prelude to a ghost story.

Fujikawa was slightly shocked, but he actually looked up obediently.

"What is your name?"

"Fujikawa Aoi."

"Who is it?"

"Nagano Prefecture, Chikuma City."

Zhong Yuyi asked a few irrelevant questions, and Fujikawa answered them one by one without hesitation.

Ye Cheng was secretly surprised.

From the look, Fujikawa seems to be controlled by some kind of magic, which is a bit similar to hypnosis.

But once Zhong Yu made a move, the effect would definitely be stronger than hypnosis.

Zhong Yuyi finally got to the point.

"What are you and your apprentice doing all the way to China?"

Fujikawa was silent for a moment, then said rigidly: "...for the bronze mirror."

Zhong Yuyi: "Your ultimate goal."

Fujikawa: "…"

He began to sweat finely on his forehead, and his brows became tighter and tighter, as if he was resisting Zhong Yuyi's pressure.

Zhong Yuyi lit another incense stick, which was slightly thicker than the previous one. The strong aroma quickly filled the entire basement. Ye Cheng couldn't take it anymore, so he quietly took two steps back and looked at Long Shen and Song Zhicun, they were His face was as usual, and his eyes were focused on Fujikawa.

"What is your ultimate goal?"

"...To destroy, the stone tablet." Fujikawa finally spit out a few words with difficulty.

Zhong Yuyi: "Why destroy the stone tablet?"

The key secrets are poured out, and the later is much smoother.

"I don't know, it was Otowa Yuhiko who asked me to come."

Zhong Yuyi: "You are not only an onmyoji, but also a priest of Ise Shrine. How can Otowa Hatohiko command you?"

Fujikawa Aoi: "His identity is a bit special, he has close contacts with the royal family, and he said he can save Eko."

The Ezi in his mouth is his beloved disciple Beichi Ei.

Last time in Changbai Mountain, Fujikawa master and apprentice wanted to take the bone dragon as a shikigami, but not only failed, Beichihui also made Long Shen directly beat him into a half-crippled person, and his cultivation was completely lost. Fujikawa Aoi raised her from childhood. When I grew up, I didn't know how much effort it took, and naturally I was unwilling to such a result, so I tried my best to make Beichihui return to normal.

The basement was silent, except for Fujikawa's words and gasps, everyone else deliberately suppressed their breathing.

Song Zhicun wrote some questions and handed them to Zhong Yuyi for him to ask.

As soon as Zhong Yu took the note, he continued to ask, "What is the origin of Otowa Yuhiko?"

Fujikawa Aoi opened his mouth and said nothing.

Zhong Yuyi asked again.

Fujikawa Aoi's face became paler and paler, and his breathing became heavier and heavier, so much so that blood spilled from the corners of his mouth at the end, but he still refused to utter a word.

As soon as Zhong Yu saw the situation, he hurriedly jumped to a topic for fear of his death.

"Has Otowa Yuhiko finally cured your apprentice?"

"...Treat, cured." Fujikawa made a ho-ho noise from his throat, but his expression was obviously much lighter than before.

Zhong Yuyi: "What is the origin of the young man who came with you, who used silk threads for weapons?"

Fujikawa: "I... don't know, he's from Otowa."

As soon as Zhong Yu saw Long Shen and the others had nothing to ask, he patted Fujikawa on the forehead: "You will forget everything tonight, go to sleep."

Fujikawa fell softly to the ground, unconscious.

Song Zhicun frowned, not optimistic: "It seems that another big fish has been pulled!"

Ye Cheng couldn't help but said: "Song Bureau, have the demons really been eliminated?"

Song Zhicun nodded: "We have completely destroyed the remains of the human and demon, and cannot be easily reborn within a hundred years, but according to Fujikawa, this Otowa Jiuhiko is definitely not simple, and even Fujikawa was used as a gun by him. . Counting the time at Changbai Mountain, his purpose is very obvious, he is all here for the stone tablet. Long Ju, what do you think?"

Long Shen asked Ye Cheng to take Zhong Yuyi to rest first. Ye Cheng knew that the two leaders had something to say, so he said to Zhong Yu: "The rest room is ready for you, I'll take you there."

Zhong Yu yawned as if he was too sleepy to open his eyes.

After the two left, Long Shen said: "I have been sending people to check Yinyu, but I can't find anything for the time being. The Yinyu Consortium made a fortune after World War II and has strong financial resources. On the surface, it is no different from other traditional chaebols in Japan. , has deep connections in both political and economic circles.”

Song Zhicun had a headache. He thought he had caught a big fish, but who knew that there was a bigger fish behind it.

"But on the bright side, at least we know who is coveting the stone tablet, and maybe we can dig out the secret of the stone tablet from him."

It's a bit embarrassing to say, if it wasn't for the Japanese trouble, they wouldn't even know that these steles are still buried on the land of China. Judging from the inscriptions on the steles, the history of the steles may be far beyond their imagination. The stone tablets appeared one after another, and the fog on them seemed to be being removed little by little.

However, after it was cleared away, more mysteries came surging, and the fog was heavy.

Song Zhicun said, "Is that Otoyu Jiuyan having any connection with the monster? Or, is he a monster himself?"

Long Shen: "It's possible."

Song Zhicun frowned: "This is troublesome."

China is vast and rich, and people with ulterior motives who want to hide their identities and enter the country can find a way, not to mention the more powerful monsters and monsters.

The Otoyu Consortium is powerful and has a deep foundation. The Special Administration Bureau is in the open, but they are in the dark. As long as the other party moves a finger, they can create countless troubles for them. What's more tricky is that the other party is likely to have more information about the stone tablet than they do. If they fail to crack the secret and orientation of the stone tablet, they will be passive for one day.

But for now, there is no better way.

"How to deal with Fujikawa?" Song Zhicun asked.

Both of them are not just fledglings. To be able to sit in this seat, in addition to their strength, they must also have comprehensive means of dealing with problems, not just killing or burying them like ordinary members.

Long Shen glanced at the unconscious Fujikawa: "I want to exchange him for Dong Jilan."

Song Zhicun opened his mouth and wanted to say something, but in the end he sighed: "Alright, after so many years, old Dong doesn't know if he is alive or dead. It would be best if he could be replaced."

Long Shen nodded.

The important thing came to an end, Song Zhicun couldn't help clutching his chest and coughing twice: "No way, I still have to go back to the hospital to lie down for two days, I'm really old now, I can't compare with before, I was seriously injured a few years ago. , come back and still be alive and kicking!"

Long Shen said: "Let's go, go back and rest."

Song Zhicun said: "I know you are also injured, don't hold back, leave it to Ye Cheng, this kid's mouth is unreliable, he can still do things."

Long Shen hummed and looked back at the unconscious Fujikawa.

The latter's face is like golden paper, where there is still a little bit of the former aloofness.

In recent years, many people have gone out of the Special Administration Bureau, and have gone overseas in incognito, helping the country deal with more people who cannot be put on the table.

The overseas peacekeeping understood by ordinary people also exists in the practice world. Not only can these not be put on the news, but many unsung heroes have sacrificed because of this, and they can't even return to their roots. Sometimes even their relatives don't know that they have done it. What contribution, but Long Shen and Song Zhicun, and every member of the Special Administrative Agency, have never forgotten them.

Some of them don't know whether they are alive or dead, and they can't even erect tombstones for them. In Longshen's hearts, they can recite almost all the names on the list.

Engraved in my heart, never forgotten.

Even if they are unknown, it does not detract from their greatness.

…

At the moment when the winter solstice regained consciousness, he almost thought that he was still underground, chased by a giant python behind his back, and almost screamed when he saw a big face in front of him.

The doctor straightened his body and asked in a warm voice, "How is your body feeling now?"

The second monk Zhang Er of the winter solstice was confused, so he could only describe truthfully: "I have no strength all over my body, I am soft, I can't move, I feel dizzy when I lie down."

The voice is also hoarse.

The doctor nodded, didn't say much, just let him rest well, and then left.

Looking left and right on the winter solstice, it was actually a single-person ward. It was estimated that it was a favorable treatment for them this time, but the doctor didn't say anything, which made him feel a little uneasy.

And what about his friends? What about Master? What about Bureau Song?

The thinking didn't last long, the winter solstice's mind was muddled, and he fell asleep again in a blink of an eye.

I don't know how long it took, when he woke up again, he saw Gu Meiren sitting by the bed, looking at him sadly.

The winter solstice felt that his sleeping method was not quite right. Combined with the performance of the doctor before and Gu Meiren now, his heart was even more stunned, thinking that it was not due to the serious injury and terminal illness, right?

"Are you awake? Is there anything uncomfortable? Do you want me to call the doctor?" Gu Meiren looked happy when she saw him open his eyes, and asked with concern.

The winter solstice propped up the elbow that was not in the infusion and wanted to sit up, but Gu Meiren hurriedly reached out to support him and put a pillow on his back.

"Are you all right? What about Bassan and the others?"

Gu Meiren touched the side of her face, where there was a wound that had not yet scabbed over.

"I'm fine, I just suffered a little skin trauma. Others also suffered from different degrees of trauma. Liu Qingbo broke a rib and is now lying in the ward next to you. Zhang Song's hand was broken, and two people had concussions."

The winter solstice asked cautiously, "What about me?"

Gu Meiren hesitated.

After thinking about the winter solstice, it must be that the injury is too serious to be cured. He forced a smile and said: "I can bear it, you can say it."

But before Gu Meiren could say anything, Long Shen came in.

He walked as usual, walked steadily, and did not wear a hospital gown, but at a glance at the Winter Solstice, he could see that his expression was worse than before.

"Dragon Bureau!" Gu Meiren stood up and greeted.

"Master." Winter Solstice said.

Gu Meiren looked back at him in amazement. As soon as the Winter Solstice came out, he passed out, and it was impossible for Long Shen to shout about the apprenticeship, so apart from Song Zhicun, no one else knew that the Winter Solstice had apprenticed.

Long Shen nodded to Gu Meiren: "Go and have a look next door."

Gu Meiren knew they had something to say, so they left in a hurry.

As soon as she walked on her forefoot, the Winter Solstice couldn't help but ask, "Master, is there something wrong with my body?"

Long Shen didn't scold him for thinking, but frowned, as if he had something to hide.

When I saw the winter solstice, my heart was half cold.

"So far, do you still want to hide it from me?"

Long Shen: "It's not that I want to hide from you, it's just that you have been sleeping and haven't found a chance to tell you."

Hearing the words of the Winter Solstice, he couldn't help but feel sad, and felt that his life was too hard. He had a terminal illness before he officially joined the Special Administration Bureau. He couldn't even touch Master's hand!

Thinking of this, without any brewing, he burst into tears.

Long Shen was taken aback for a moment, and he didn't even resist when his hand was held by the Winter Solstice.

"Master, anyway, I was ready to sacrifice before I went to the ground. This time it happened, it was to be expected, I was just, just a little unwilling!" Winter Solstice sniffed.

Long Shen pulled out his hand and patted the back of his hand: "Everything has something to give up, don't be too obsessive."

The winter solstice felt even sadder: "Actually, there is nothing else. I still have a wish that I have yet to fulfill. I must tell you, otherwise I am afraid that it will be too late!"

Long Shen frowned: "It's just that you can't ask God in the future, and it's not that you're about to die, why is this?"

Winter Solstice sluggish: "Huh?"

Long Shen: "I didn't expect you to be so obsessed with asking gods, but even if you can't ask gods, as long as you can practice Changshoujian and the thunder technique taught by Fang Lao, it's not a pity."

Winter Solstice stammered: "I, am I not terminally ill?"

Long Shen: "Who told you?"

Winter Solstice: …I think of it myself.

His heart was filled with joy and a little disappointment.

It's fortunate that they didn't say what was hidden in their hearts, otherwise their plastic mentoring relationship would probably end there.