Saying goodbye to Jing Du, Zheng Jing came to the first floor.

The first floor is where facilitators work, monitoring, processing documents, and logistics work, which is not much different from a normal company.

There were not many facilitators at work, which made the floor seem a little empty. After asking people, Zheng Jing found the office that Ding Mingguang mentioned, Monica mentioned.

Half of the office is full of messy information, and on the other side are several black and white displays. The blonde beauty with a very good figure sitting in front of the monitor should be Ms. Monica, the one Zheng Jing is looking for.

If it weren't for awakening and becoming a superpower, Zheng Jing should have come here to report now.

Miss Monica is not a native of Washington, with fair skin and deep facial features, and looks like a American or a Golden Eagle. However, this is not surprising. The concept of a country has long disappeared in the federal state, and it is not surprising that all kinds of races live in mixed people.

Zheng Jing himself is a mixed-race, at least purebred Washington people have black hair and black eyes, but they don’t have blue-green eyes like him.

"Director Ding asked me to get my things. I heard that these have been done. My teacher also said that I asked me to get a copy of the information." Zheng Jing said shyly.

Miss Monica is about the same height as Zheng Jing. She is tall and charming, and is very in line with the aesthetics of Washington people. Especially the plump breasts seem to be about to be broken, and the buttons are very tight.

The single dog Zheng Jing rarely comes into contact with women close to each other, so he is a little nervous.

Monica bent down and searched through a bunch of debris. Zheng Jing was a little worried that the button on her chest would collapse because of the excessive movement.

Unfortunately, what Zheng Jing was worried about did not happen. After finding it, Monica began to push things to Zheng Jing one by one.

"Boninglang's new product, W233 automatic pistol, twelve rounds of magazines, this gun is very expensive, I always wanted it, but I didn't expect Old Man Ding to give you a box of bullets, two magazines, and an armed belt. This is the weapon given to you by the association."

The first one to push over was an exquisite flat silver pistol. Zheng Jing was stunned when he saw it. He grabbed it as soon as he entered the industry?

Monica was not finished yet, and she handed Zheng Jing a bunch of documents.

"The third-level police inspector's police officer certificate, gun certificate, and your salary card, a basic salary of 10,000 yuan per month, and the bonus after completing the task will also be added to this card."

"Uh, let's not talk about anything else. I remember that it was illegal to fake a certificate... and it was the third-level police inspector's ID, and it was also illegal to pretend to be a policeman." Zheng Jing said in a cold sweat, and he felt that he had entered the pirate ship.

"Don't worry, our documents are all from regular channels, and there is absolutely no problem with them, but you should not show off with this document, after all, we cannot appear in front of the public."

Looking at Zheng Jing's panicked look, Monica smiled. What is the thing given by a night watchman? The safari and the Federal Security Bureau's ID...

Zheng Jing didn't know what to say, so he could only keep calling 666.

After handing over the things, Monica stretched out her body, and the pressure on the hole in her chest became even greater. Zheng Jing's eyes were dodging and it was difficult to look directly at it.

"Little brother, you are quite pure. If you have been in this place for a few years, you will become an old man. Speaking of which, you were my target of surveillance two days ago, and today I became an intern witch hunter. This is the first time I have seen this."

Monica took a step forward, pointed his finger at Zheng Jing's chest and said with a chuckling.

"This is nothing, I have no choice but to be a demon hunter." Zheng Jing took a step back a little uncomfortable, his face turned red.

"Tsk, you're back, you're so cute." Monica covered her mouth and smiled so hard that her branches trembled.

"Mum Monica, stop being slutty, you see, they're blushing." A girl with short hair and flat breasts jokingly said.

"Thank you for your help. I have something to do at home, so I'll leave first." Zheng Jing held his stuff and ran away in panic amid the laughter of the helpers.

Looking at Zheng Jing's back, Monica teased her long hair and sniffed the fragrance between the gaps.

"I am a very young newcomer. How long can you last?"

...

He walked out carefully from the gate of the mental hospital and did not notice anything unusual. Zheng Jing let out a long sigh.

The ubiquitous sense of crisis had disappeared before, the world had returned to its normal color, and no strange shadows floating in the air could be seen again, which made Zheng Jing feel very comfortable.

He carefully controlled the inspiration and the gray mist filled the world again. Zheng Jing looked around and found that the mental hospital was completely different from the outside. The mental hospital was very clean and there was no trace of gray mist. This should be the reason why Zheng Jing immediately improved after entering the mental hospital.

After a simple look around, Zheng Jing immediately turned off his inspiration.

When asked a question before, Jing Qiyi and Zheng Jing explained that you should control your inspiration and be enough, and don’t try to see the existence of living in the fog.

Because, while he can see those existences clearly, those existences can also see them clearly!

When you are not strong enough, you may suffer death!

...

With the salary card that pre-deposits one month's salary, Zheng Jing pushed open the security door, and a smile that could not be concealed on the corner of his mouth, and saw Zheng Lun sitting at the door, sneering at him.

"You left in a hurry yesterday and didn't even take the phone. Do you know how worried I am about you?"

Zheng Lun was very uneasy when Zheng Jing left yesterday. Zheng Jing was his only relative. He didn't want something to happen to Zheng Jing, but Zheng Jing didn't even bring his cell phone, which made Zheng Lun have no place to find him.

Faced with Zheng Lun's questioning, Zheng Jing walked over and patted his head with a smile and said, "Your brother, I have found a new job, my monthly salary is 10,000 yuan. Our family won't have to live so hard."

"You don't have to be a detective anymore? This is really good news." Zheng Lun said in surprise. He has always opposed Zheng Jing being a detective, but his brother likes it.

"Detective... Well, I should still be a person. My working hours are very relaxed. I should be able to be a detective in my spare time to earn pocket money. If I have a good job, I can't forget my old career." Zheng Jing said with his finger.

Zheng Lun's mouth suddenly pulled down. The famous detective was very respected, but ordinary private detectives were not popular. His status was much lower than that of the online writers on Earth. He didn't want his brother to be looked down upon.

"Okay, why do you care about so much at such a young age? Why would you give me a good university?" Zheng Jing smiled and said, "I got my first month's salary in advance today, so I'll take you out for a big meal later and tell me what I want to eat."

Zheng Lun cheered and got into his bedroom to prepare. Their family's conditions were not as good as others, so going out for a big meal was very attractive to Zheng Lun.
Chapter completed!