"Who said?" Lin Yingkong stood up and walked towards him. "The minister is very good and strong now. He will not hesitate about anything. He is just a human being, why should he force himself so tight?" When he finished speaking, he had already walked in front of Feng Rong, his eyebrows and eyes were tender and quiet, "And, even if you become weak, I and the entire Ling Law Enforcement Department are your backing. Who dares to say half of it to you?"

Lin Yingkong's tone was very serious and his expression was very gentle. Feng Rong listened and looked at it, and his heart was gradually calming down. He couldn't help but close his eyes. When he opened it again, the chaotic floating shadows had dissipated with the rising and falling heartbeat. Feng Rong sighed slightly, "I have to say that Yang Fei's affairs have an impact on me."

Lin Yingkong was deeply impressed by the four words he said, "Die together and die together". Upon hearing this, he frowned slightly, "Life and death are fate. Since this life was chosen by my aunt himself, you can't change anything if you care about it."

Feng Rong recalled the face of her mother who was thin and bony in her memory due to years of illness, "I don't care, I just... haven't thought of her for too long."

He is not a person who is used to looking back, so after his closest relatives and beloved left, he just walked forward in silence and loneliness. Perhaps it was when he knew about Yang Fei's affairs that Lin Yingkong would never leave first and touch him again that he couldn't help but tell his confusion about the closest man now. Lin Yingkong was right. After all, he was still alone. People are all living animals. No matter how powerful he was, he needed someone who could listen to him.

Feng Rong's eyebrows and eyes drooped, looked very cold and cold. People at the Ling Law Enforcement Headquarters always said that the minister's secret leopard had a heartless and majestic face. No matter how good he looked, he was not what he could think of. However, Lin Yingkong liked him more and more. He wanted to hug him in his arms and kiss his cheeks, so that he no longer showed the subtle emotions that could make people feel twitched.

Lin Yingkong thought silently, maybe it would be too much to have a hug, so he comforted the minister and something... Feng Rong, who had not noticed that the situation was wrong, interrupted his reverie in time, "I seemed to hear the sound of the rice cooker switch jumping. Let's have a meal."

"..." The topic was really abrupt. One of the two people's feet was always restless and strange.

Lin Yingkong, who was stuck and did not take advantage of it, looked at him with a natural look and thrust suspiciously, "Minister, has anyone ever said you are very nervous?"

"Hmm? Yes," Feng Rong replied in confusion, "You said just now, why?"

"...It's getting late, let's go to have a meal." Lin Yingkong decided to go to the kitchen immediately to serve the food to avoid getting angry - fire in all senses.

Just as he walked out of the room, a gentle whisper suddenly floated behind him: "You and the Law Enforcement Department are here, and I will get used to it soon."

The voice was as plain as if it was just saying that the weather was good. Lin Yingkong paused slightly, but he didn't look back and went straight to the kitchen, but his face was filled with gentleness. He thought that the minister, who was very nervous in some aspects, must not know that he had said a very beautiful love word.

On the third floor of an old residential community in the university town, Yan Mi, who had packed up her guest room, walked back to the living room and saw E Jingbai, who had just taken a pen with him, sitting next to the Chopper doll waiting for someone to be tall, pondering at a stack of blank A4 papers. He couldn't help but think that this person is very diligent and is still analyzing the case so late. However, as soon as he approached, Yan Mi accidentally swept the big title on the paper from the corner of his eyes, and his movements were involuntarily paused.

"...What are you writing this?" Yan Mi clearly saw that the title was "Review"!

E Jingbai looked at him with no expression, and suddenly remembered something again. Before retracting his eyes, he asked, "Can you write?"

"I have never written it, nor have I confiscated it, and the university review letter will not be written to professional teachers," Yan Mi showed a rare expression of curiosity, although it was so subtle that it could not be seen without careful reading. "Who did you write it to?"

"Minister," E Jingbai said casually, "I did something bad and he asked me to hand-written ten thousand words to review."

"The impact is not good?" Yan Mi found it hard to imagine what E Jingbai would do, because the other party always gives people a feeling of integrity and indomitableness.

"I accidentally killed someone," E Jingbai's eyes were slightly sunken, "It was just a small mistake."

After hearing this, Yan Mi slowly closed her eyelids. After E Jingbai finished speaking, he remembered that the person in front of him was not a member of the field team of the General Office whose psychological tolerance was comparable to that of the S-level barrier. He was about to say that he was joking, but he saw Yan Mi take out the mobile phone he carried with him from his home clothes and asked coldly: "Ten thousand words are too many, do you want to find a few sample essays for you to copy?"

E Jingbai was silent for a moment, "...thank you."

So when it was approaching the early morning, E Jingbai and Yan Mi were hanging on the sofa together, one looking for a review letter, and the other copying the review letter...

Also not sleeping were other members of the field team of the General Office in the headquarters building of the Ling Security Bureau. Fei Rong printed out the information faxed. When passing Ding Youlan's desk, he suddenly found him staring at the computer with headphones. The computer showed...uh, game page?

Fei Rong's eyebrows stood up and she rushed forward and hung it on Ding Youlan, pretending to scold, "Xiao Lan! You are actually lazy to play games!"

Ding Youlan was shocked by her and quickly stepped on the ground to prevent her feet from falling down with Fei Rong. He took off his headphones and looked innocent, "What are you talking about? I'm looking for clues!"

"Look for clues? Are clues in the game?" Fei Rong looked suspicious.

"The clue is not in the game, but this game is the clue," Ding Youlan took another headphone plugged in the computer and handed it to her. "Let's listen together. I checked the computers of the three deceased and found that they often used Waiwai voice. This game channel is a place where all three people often squatted."

"Hey? Did you really find the intersection?" Fei Rong was a little incredible. She dragged an office chair and pushed it next to Ding Youlan. After sitting down, she put on her headphones. Both of them stared at the computer page intently.

It is said to be a game channel, but it is actually hard for so many people to squeeze together to play this small game developed by Waiwai software. Now the channel is doing limited-time answers, and there is a red boy's vest hanging on the Mai Sutra. It is obvious that as the host, it is just starting the new game. Ding Youlan gave the mouse to Fei Rong who was eager to try it out.

The host's vest was called "Listen to me", and his voice was a young man, and his good sound lines were not covered by intense background music at all. Fei Rong looked at the question, but it was not very difficult, so she started to do the questions with a nice male voice. The time limit was 15 seconds. If she answered wrong, she would be eliminated. There was a chance to resurrect. After each time the answer was announced, the system would list the top ten characters according to the answer speed. There were still many people playing together. Fei Rong said that she was not slow, but with Ding Youlan's friendly assistance, most of them were hovering around six or seven. After she played for a round, she found the symptoms.

"Ahhh, why is this host misleading me?" Fei Rong died in the thirteenth question and said unconvincedly. No wonder she went crazy. The voice of "Listen to me" sounds so nice. When reading the question, she would also give friends a message to what answers make more sense... The premise is that he is not misleading everyone!

There were already wailing on the channel's public screen. Obviously, like Fei Rong, he was led away by him and subconsciously chose the wrong answer. Some girls started the microphone and were crazy and coquettish, asking "Listen to me" not to mislead everyone. "Listen to me" and laughed, with a bit of a prank and bad feeling, saying that they were kind-hearted, and the host had no answer. It was normal for people to make mistakes and horses to stumble.

Fei Rong often plays in the radio drama circle. This "Listen to me" is as cute and honest as many boys in the second dimension, and occasionally knows how to act cute. In addition, his voice is so cute that everyone loves and hates him, and then they can't help but continue playing, just for the reward of "wonderful person can punish the host", and thinks to ask him for forgiveness after life.

Fei Rong was also aroused of warlikeness, ignored Ding Youlan, fought again with her headphones with passion, died one after another, and then became more and more fierce in fighting.

Ding Youlan was helpless watching. He was just now aroused by the "Listen to me". If Fei Rong hadn't pounced on him, he would have been having fun with Fei Rong now. When someone was undecided, you would always be confused easily.

Zhu Mengtian came back after making a few calls. Seeing Fei Rong gritting her teeth and excited, he was puzzled, "If you can't find the clue, go to bed. If you play games all night, you can't get the minister's sympathy, right?"

Ding Youlan took off her headphones and pointed at Fei Rong helplessly, "The clue is being played with by Rongzi."

Zhu Mengtian looked at the page and raised his eyebrows, "Does the three dead like to play question-answer games?"

"It seems that the three of them are often posted on this game channel. They are veteran members. It seems that there is a fixed time to play question-answer games every day," Ding Youlan said. "I just found some old members to learn about it. Mu Er and their vests do appear often and they play well."

"What's special about this game?" Zhu Mengtian poked Fei Rong's forehead, who was playing in great pleasure, and she glared at her, "They can't kill themselves because of the addiction to games, it's not a murder game." And killing games, aren't they usually killing others after playing it instead of killing themselves?

Ding Youlan was a little worried, "This game is quite interesting. Apart from playing it more and more, I haven't found anything wrong yet."
Chapter completed!