Just as Director Huang was about to push the door, Xiao Zheng, who was half a step behind him, quickly caught up: "I'll do it."

Xiao Zheng was wearing a wide-edged ring with a circle of talismans engraved inside. When the ring touched the door, a sharp white light flashed quickly from the rune. The door frame creaked. Xiao Zheng walked in without amazement, pulled the door for Director Huang, and whispered: "Don't touch the things here, it's not safe at the 'Penglai Conference'."

Director Huang's face became a little serious, but he was not panicked. He patted Xiao Zheng on the shoulder and walked slowly in - this is the conference center of an old hotel, with three floors in total and was rented out. There was a temporary sign at the door with the words "Penglai Cultural and Art Seminar".

As soon as Director Huang took Xiao Zheng and several field office workers into the door, the door slammed and closed it automatically behind them. The moment the door closed, several people were like a fierce man plunging their heads into the water, and the sound outside the conference building was completely inaudible.

Several fieldworkers vigilantly surrounded the only ordinary man, Huang, in the middle. Xiao Zheng opened the way forward, and the alarm lights of the superpower monitor on their bodies kept flashing. Suddenly, Xiao Zheng, who was opening the way, paused and looked up at a stone sculpture at the entrance of the stairs. The stone statue was originally a decoration of the hotel conference building, and it was carved with a graceful fairy, but the stone material was cheap and looked a little blue.

The stone fairy poked her head and slit with a green face and fangs on her face, and even knocked a piece off her face. She didn't know who she was going to scare to death.

As soon as they approached, the stone sculpture suddenly moved. It turned half a circle, turned sideways toward Huang and others, and then slid towards them like a haunted person, and in the blink of an eye, he rushed forward. The fieldman next to Huang and stood in front of Huang and almost touched the face of the gloomy fairy.

Xiao Zheng's eyes twitched, and he suspected that the other party was deliberately trying to give an appeal to the ordinary man Huang.

Although Director Huang is an ordinary person who can't spray water or set fire, he is not an idle person who can sit in this position. He looks silent and raises his hand to hold the field office shoulder. He politely nods to the stone statue: "Is it the legendary 'Grandma Jade'?"

The stone statue slightly retreated a few centimeters and opened its mouth and said: "Director Huang, I have been relied on for a long time - Team Xiao... No, I should be called Director Xiao, I am still so energetic."

Xiao Zheng nodded like a golden land, without saying a word.

"Please come with me." The stone statue looked at Director Huang deeply, dragged his heavy stone body and slid towards the elevator, "Old friends are all here."

The Extraordinary Control Bureau is the only official management agency for special talents, but not all "special talents" are official personnel.

Because the special talents have a certain hereditary nature, there are many special talents and sects among the people. Their family has a lot of academic knowledge and have been trained since childhood. The unique tricks of each genre are not revealed, and there are many special talents with strong personal abilities. These folk experts with sects often look down on the so-called "officials" and are unwilling to be controlled by the official.

According to the official view, these people are social instability factors and they must be included in supervision.

Finally, the two sides compromised one step and agreed to establish the "Penglai Conference". As a self-discipline organization of civilian special talents organizations in various places, it was led by the leaders of major civilian special forces, and the alien control bureau also occupied one seat.

The stone statue brought people from the Extraordinary Control Bureau into a large conference room on the second floor. The conference room may have been decorated in the last century: white walls, with several map decorative paintings hanging on the walls, two rows of cheap red-brown long-term conference tables, with the table besides the thermos cups and the enamel jars.

The participants were in two rows, regardless of gender, and they were all full of temperament - their hairline was up and the corners of their mouths were down, "there was no longer enough talent, and a ball of belly was protruding."

As soon as Director Huang and Xiao Zheng entered the door, the big guys turned their heads in unison, and all kinds of unidentified gazes fell on Director Huang.

Although the alien control bureau had strict confidentiality discipline, the news still had wings, and it was like it was worn out soon. The big scandal of Mirror Flower Water Moon Butterfly immediately shocked the circle of special talents across the country. After the news leaked, countless inquiries came one after another. Several representatives except the alien control bureau unanimously approved it and urgently convened the "Penglai Conference" to ask the alien control bureau for an explanation.

The circle was full of people, and only two seats were empty, as if they were left for them. Xiao Zheng saw the article about the seats at a glance - the Extraordinary Control Bureau was the official representative, and he was naturally sitting at the Penglai meeting. Although when the old director was there, he took the initiative to give up the main seat to an older senior, he was also sitting next to the main seat.

However, the seats arranged for Director Huang at this time were hundreds of miles away from the main seat.

What does this mean?

Are ordinary people inferior?

Director Xiao had never been so angry that he frowned and was about to attack on the spot. However, Director Huang seemed to have expected him to make trouble, and held him down and shook his head calmly. Director Huang greeted the old lady in the main position, pulled Xiao Zheng as if nothing had happened, and sat down calmly in the empty place, as if he had not noticed these small movements at all.

On the main seat was an old lady with gray hair. She looked like she was in her sixties, not tall, wearing light makeup, and a small silk scarf was tied around her neck. She spoke gently and had an extremely dignified manner, and had the temperament of an old lady.

"Xiao Huang, right?" the old lady spoke slowly, "I shouldn't have to introduce myself, right?"

Director Huang: "Grandma Yu."

Grandma Yu is the host of the Penglai Conference. She lives in seclusion in the Northeast area. The boss is so big that no one knows her full name. Although she looks no more than two years older than Director Huang, she calls Director Huang "Little Huang" with a kind look on her face, but even Director Huang herself dare not feel offended. Even the old director of the Bureau of Different Controls wanted to give up the main position to her.

Some people say she is over 300 years old, while others say she is more than 300 years old, and she must be nearly 1,000 years old. She used to be an old person from "Qingpingsi".

"Xiao Xiao is more restrained than when I saw you last time. I feel relieved when I see you young people growing up, and the waves of the Yangtze River push the waves of the front." Grandma Yu was cold and polite to Director Huang, and when she turned to Xiao Zheng, she became much more friendly, as if she was talking to her own children.

Xiao Zheng responded and didn't take it seriously. After all, Grandma Yu had seen too many "waves", one after another, how could she be so happy to be so happy?

Sure enough, after a brief greeting, I heard Grandma Yu’s voice change: “Everyone is busy, I think we’ll go straight to the point, Xiao Xiao, I read the instructions you wrote—why, what do you mean is that the bureau is just an internal self-inspection and is preparing to 'private settlement'? If something big happens, do you think it’s appropriate not to give the public an explanation?”

Xiao Zheng felt that it was quite inappropriate, especially Grandma Yu seemed to be in the case of Huang Dao, and only talked to him.

There is a gap between special talents and ordinary people. As an official organization, the Extraordinary Control Bureau dares not admit this gap due to political correctness, so the civilian masters are much more unscrupulous.

It’s as if they were not raised by their parents, but they were all capable of it in the nine clans and belonged to the semi-immortal clan.

Xiao Zheng is from an ordinary family and is very disgusted with this hidden condescending attitude. He has always been stinky and hard, so he decided to give him a face on the spot. He ignored Grandma Yu and turned to Director Huang and said, "I'm sorry to the leader. I'm not doing my paperwork properly and I didn't explain it clearly to others."

Director Huang smiled and didn't think it was offended: "It doesn't matter, we are here today to explain this matter."

Grandma Yu has cultivated and cultivated very well, and was exposed by the juniors on the spot, and her kind expression remained motionless.

She took a printed document from the person next to her as if nothing had happened and put on her glasses: "The explanation from your bureau said, 'Thinking that the mirror flower water moon butterfly that has been implanted will not cause further harm. In order to minimize public panic and maintain social stability, it has been decided to solve this matter as quietly as possible.' How do you know that butterflies will not be transmitted between people? I heard that most of the field offices of your bureau Dongchuan Branch have not been able to go to work recently."

Xiao Zheng: "We have listed the reasons..."

"You think the Mirror Flower Water Moon Butterfly will not be contagious. This time the contagious one is an accident. Yes, I saw it." Grandma Yu interrupted him, "But what you said are all inferences. Even if your inference makes sense, the contagious one is the mutated butterfly, how can you know that there is no second mutated butterfly?"

At this time, Xiao Zheng's mobile phone was shocked, and the words "Luo Cuicui" were jumping up and down. He glanced at it and hung up quietly: "We agree with your concerns, so we sent someone to Dongchuan as soon as possible, and are racing against time to investigate the source of the mutated butterfly. I believe we can give you one soon..."

Grandma Yu gently interrupted him again: "That means you don't know it now."

Xiao Zheng's eyebrows were gathered together.

Grandma Yu bent her eyes and smiled at him: "The Mirror Flower Water Moon Butterfly is not said to be a living fossil, but it's almost the same. There are too many ancient scrolls lost. Who dares to understand this thing now? Anyway, I don't dare. Even if your bureau is full of talents and people who understand, you can come out to guarantee it. It is said that this butterfly infection incident was accidental, and there is absolutely no second one. So what does this have to do with our request for a third party to intervene and thoroughly investigate the different control bureau? Your bureau has been following the old director, and has committed favoritism and fraud at all levels, using dangerous public property to forge the number of casualties. The evidence is as strong as a mountain. We don't deserve an explanation?"

Director Huang interjected next to him: "Grandma Yu, I don't know where the rumors that the old director was involved in the matter were circulated. The evidence now is not enough to convict the old director. That is just a side statement of the suspect Bi Chunsheng, and she even..."

"Anyway, you just say one-sided words," said an old man in a black Zhongshan suit, shouted on the left side of Grandma Yu. The old man spoke very fast and his voice was sharp and harsh. "Hey, you can close the door, who can see what's going on inside? Oh, then you don't know where to find a little bastard to push it out, do you have to buckle it on his head. How can we know what tricks there are? Right, Xiao Wang?"

Director Huang helplessly said to the old man in Zhongshan suit: "You are Yue Degong. Hello, my surname is Huang - that's right. The comrade we are responsible for self-inspection this time is a very capable comrade. He has participated in the ceremony to prevent the gloomy sacrifice and confronted the devil summoned by the suspect for several hours. My resume is also very innocent. I was not from the other control bureau before, so there is no need to worry that he has a stake in the person involved..."

Grandma Yu said slowly: "Director Huang, since you are willing to investigate newcomers with 'real experience', why are you unwilling to allow a more fair and innocent third-party investigation? Is there any difference?"

Yue Degong, who was dressed in black Zhongshan, sang to her: "No matter how innocent the newcomer is, he will still receive money from the different control bureau. What did he find out? He still has to 'the organization agree'? Besides, it may not be possible to be honest! I heard that this person came in through the back door. As soon as he got in, he became the department director for no reason. Oh, it's amazing - he got 25% of the score of 100? How could you know that he would not be favoritism or abuse of power?"

Director Huang had no choice but to say: "Of course the supervision is also..."

"We are just going to discuss the issue of supervision now!" Hei Zhongshan slapped the table, "You will open Penglai, so good. We are here. You have built a bunch of rules and regulations for us and sent someone to monitor us. We also understand that we are cooperating with the government's work. Now you have problems with yourself, and it is difficult to supervise? You are in the office in Yong'an, and the wind cannot blow the sun. This time, the butterfly infection appears at our doorstep!"

These folk tycoons have their own sphere of influence, such as Grandma Yu is in the northeast, and Duke Yuede controls the Dongchuan area. This time, the boy's home that was infected with Mirror Flower Water Moon Butterfly is within the sphere of influence of Duke Yuede.

Duke Yuede was said to have been born in the late Qing Dynasty. He had a strong desire for power, like a fighting male dog, and regarded face more than life. He had countless disciples under him. The Dongchuan Branch had something to do in the local area, so he had to send someone to worship his mountain first, otherwise he would be unable to move forward. When he said this, he raised his already high tone again: "Each of our family must send people to establish a supervision team in the General Administration, and the supervisors must supervise each other!"

Director Huang smiled bitterly and said, "State organs, you can't establish whatever I say..."

"That's great. No one should care about each other. If the well water does not interfere with the river, what we do in the future is not allowed to be investigated by the General Administration."

The conference table quickly became a quarrel. Director Huang tried to interrupt several times, but he couldn't get in at all.

When the old director was there, he could still suppress the situation. Now, as soon as the old director left, there were incidents in the bureau one after another. Xiao Zheng was young and Huang was an ordinary person. At the Penglai meeting, these arrogant old men could not take the other control bureau seriously. Xiao Zheng sighed. At this moment, his cell phone rang again, and it was still Luo Cuicui.

Director Xiao is tough and rarely uses the word "hope". Before answering the phone, he thought to himself: "I hope there is some good news for the aftermath."

"Director, I have to report something to you..." Luo Cuicui said with a little crying voice, reporting the "good news" that Xiao Zheng was looking forward to, "We are heroic! We were pulled into a black hole by a pile of bones and claws, and disappeared in an instant!"

What does "the house is leaking and raining all night long?" Xiao Zheng almost came up in one breath.

Luo Cuicui sobbed and asked, "Director Xiao, when will I be transferred to the post?"

Xuan Ji's nose was itchy, and he sneezes on his head, feeling someone cursing him.

Seeing him rushing towards the cave without hesitation, Sheng Lingyuan hurriedly called him: "Slow down, what are you going to do!"

Xuan Ji: "Didn't you see a butterfly chasing me... Damn, this sounds so bad."

"Why are you running when you see the butterfly?" Sheng Lingyuan said nothing about himself, "You are a natural fire, and they cannot parasitize on you."

"Can they parasitize on this guy!" As he spoke, Xuan Ji had already rushed into the cave. As soon as his feet fell to the ground, his wings immediately turned into a spot of light and disappeared. He threw the goatee to the ground, "Hello, senior, did you not notice that there is another living thing that can breathe? It's smelly and hot!"

"This person is cheating, not a good person, what does it have to do with you?" Sheng Lingyuan's tone was a little quick, "Don't go forward!"

Xuan Ji suddenly felt confused. Sheng Lingyuan had never spoken at this speed, and his tone was a little unstable.

"Senior," he deliberately dragged his voice, "Listen to what you said, how low is your awareness! I, a cadre with a staff, sending the common people into the pile of butterflies, is it reasonable?"

"Stop it!" Sheng Lingyuan shouted softly, and he felt a little angry.

Xuan Ji blinked: "What's wrong, senior, do you know what's in this hole?"

Sheng Lingyuan avoided answering again: "Since you are afraid of the butterfly, you should understand that the place where butterflies dare not come is not fun. When I go out, I will find a way to take you away from here."

Xuan Ji: "Do you think of a way? Do you know the way?"

"As far as I know, there is an altar in Wurenzuka, and there is a mechanism that opens the secret passage to lead to the ground." Sheng Lingyuan quickly regained his calm and gentle tone and said to Xuan Ji, "I just wanted the bones to take us to the altar, but I didn't expect that half of the walk would be bad for this person, but the altar should be not far away - be obedient and take people out. You have real fire on your body, and the butterflies can't get close to you for a moment."

As soon as he opened his mouth, his voice was like a force to sweep out Xuan Ji's ears, which was low and a little indescribable. It sounded very unlike anything.

Xuan Ji's ears became numb and his eyes suddenly became dazed.

Why did Bi Chunsheng so crazy that he almost cried after hearing his words "Who bullied you?"? This person seemed to have a strange magic. His words were like a fine net, gently covering him, making people feel illusion that he was pampered with all his heart, and that he could pour out all the grievances, sadness, and sadness that he did not say to outsiders.

He couldn't help but stop moving forward.

"This little demon is not old and has a very talented talent," Sheng Lingyuan's lips and teeth are as gentle as spring breeze, and his heart and lungs are as cold as ice. He thought, "The innate spiritual creatures are arrogant and unwilling to interact with foreign tribes. The offspring is usually difficult. Such a little demon will generally be well protected by his clan members and will not let him fall into dust in the world. He calls himself the clan leader, and it must be that something happened in the clan and no one has taken care of since childhood."

"Even butterflies dare not go in front. There are so many crises. How can you handle it with a mortal?" Xiao Yaoque Ai, and he gave love to him. Sheng Lingyuan sighed, deliberately bringing a bit of pampering in his gentle tone. "It's so worrying that the elders in the clan dare to let you out even if they are reckless."

Xuan Ji was stroked by his words and became obedient. After he hesitating for a moment, he took off the heavy sword hanging on the goatbeard, grabbed the collar of the goatbeard, dragged the person into his hand, and muttered like a coquettish: "Okay then."

As he said that, he turned to his origin as he said, walking back like a sleepwalking.

The entrance of the cave they entered was as bright as daytime, and the entrance of the cave was full of mirrors, flowers, water, moon, butterflies did not dare to chase them in, so they could only hug them together and test them intently, but Xuan Ji seemed to be unable to see the deadly insects, walking step by step into the butterflies' encirclement.

"Follow me," Sheng Lingyuan whispered to seduce him, "I won't harm you."

The fluorescent light on the butterfly's body had illuminated Xuan Ji's face, reflecting his eyes that were not accurate infocal length.

Sheng Lingyuan laughed silently: "Be good..."
To be continued...