After completing the task, Zheng Jing went home directly.

His preparations did not work any effect. Even the monster could control him through his sunglasses, and the boy's urine gun had no room for use.

But Zheng Jing still kept these two things and might use them at any time in the future.

Zheng Jing's handling of supernatural cases this time hit Zheng Jing a big blow. Although he was very excited when performing the mission, once he calmed down, he found that he was still lacking.

First of all, his abilities, except for the keen eye, basically no other abilities are used.

The abilities of the fingers of harvest and the fingers of traps can actually be used in appropriate occasions, but Zheng Jing ignored these two abilities.

His participation in this mission is very high. Although his main combat power is Jing Du, except for fighting with that monster, all the other investigations and preparations were completed by Zheng Jing himself. This made Zheng Jing have only experienced one mission and gained a deep understanding of the work of the demon hunter.

At the same time, he also felt a heavy burden on his shoulders. The police officer could not catch the murderer. It might be just that justice could not be fulfilled. No matter how cruel the criminal was, the damage caused was limited.

But if the witch hunter cannot catch the monster, someone may die even if it is only a few minutes late.

After changing the police uniform in the car, Zheng Jing returned home exhausted. It was already late and Zheng Lun had already fallen asleep.

Through the crack of the door, looking at the sleeping Zheng Lun, Zheng Jing smiled with satisfaction.

He also needs to rest early. Tomorrow is Sunday. He has no training plan. As long as there is no case, it will be completely at his own control.

First, he wants to go to that store and clean up briefly.

After experiencing this demon hunting mission, Zheng Jing started the detective agency and became weak, and he could not save money, so he no longer had the intention to struggle.

However, the store has been rented, so it must be handled. At least one signboard has fulfilled my dream of opening a detective agency.

After handling the store, Zheng Jing also had to go to the Jiuhua Bookstore to find a book called "The Second Earth" to read it.

Meng Yan once told Zheng Jing that if you are interested in Yue Chuanzhen's memory, you will read a book called Second Earth. Zheng Jing has not made time during this period, so he can go and read it tomorrow.

I hope that book can solve some of my doubts.

...

February 10th, Sunday, at 10 a.m.

Meng Yan, wearing a windbreaker and a cowboy hat, stood at Principal Cen's house, holding a cigarette in one hand, and sighed helplessly.

"I just knew it was you guys who were slapping the tricks. Brother, you look quite troublesome. You might as well take two of five items and destroy the remaining three items. In this way, I will be considered completing the task. How about it?"

Opposite Meng Yan, a human-shaped black gas was floating. The black gas was very rich, like a black cloth that was constantly deforming in the air. The two orange-yellow eyes in the black gas were particularly conspicuous, and under the feet of the black fog, Principal Cen's distorted corpse was lying.

"You...hunter... die!" The black shadow said without emotion.

"Well, I'm now negotiating with you. If the negotiation fails, you will stay here forever. Do you really not think about it?" Meng Yan threw down the cigarette butt and crushed it with his leather shoes.

"You...hunter..." Before the black shadow could finish speaking, a huge figure broke open the window like a Hulk, rushed in directly, and punched the black shadow.

It was Sun Qiqi, a muscle nurse who rescued Zheng Jing before.

"Hehe, Qiqi, you are so awesome. If I were the only one myself, I would definitely be able to use this guy. Who knows whether this weird thing is dreaming about?" Meng Yan said with a smile.

Sun Qiqi did not respond to Meng Yan, but pointed behind Meng Yan.

The broken black shadow condensed again, and the bright yellow eyes changed to dark red.

"You...hunters...enemies!"

Then the black fog on its body began to spread, and the strong wind pressure made Meng Yan unable to help but retreat, and he stopped Sun Qiqi's arm.

He held the hat and said angrily: "Damn it, you almost blow off my hat, I will not let you go!"

...

As the sun was rising, the birds on the trees downstairs were chirping tirelessly, awakening Zheng Jing.

After watching the time, it was less than seven o'clock, but since he had woken up, Zheng Jing stopped sleeping in.

After washing up, he made breakfast with the remaining ingredients at home and woke up Zheng Lun who was sleeping.

Of course, I woke up Zheng Lun not for reasons such as breakfast, but for asking him to get up early to study...

So, in Zheng Lun's devilish look, Zheng Jing left the house and went straight to the shop he rented, the original divine oil shop.

When he came to the store, he rubbed his eyes, and he suspected that he had come to the wrong place.

It turned out that the brand of the Shenyou store had been taken off and the house was being renovated. Judging from the materials prepared by the workers, the decoration style is not low.

"What are you doing? This is my store. Who asked you to come?" Zheng Jing walked to the door and said angrily.

The workers stopped and looked at Zheng Jing blankly. Who is this person? I have never seen him before.

A luxury car on the street rolled down the window, Meng Yan, wearing a cowboy hat, yawned and said to Zheng Jing: "Oh, you are here. Isn't it because your newly bought store is too dilapidated, as a colleague, I'll help you with it."

"You call this help... If I didn't see you, I would call the police." Zheng Jing walked to the luxury car and said dissatisfiedly.

"Then won't we help you with money to decorate?" Meng Yan asked.

Zheng Jing was silent and said, "No."

"We won't help you, do you have the money to pay for the utility bill?"

"No."

"We won't help you..."

Meng Yan even asked a few questions, and Zheng Jing's face turned a little red. He is now a complete poor man.

"You also handled a 'case' yesterday. I think you don't have much energy to be a detective in the future, so we plan to open a detective cafe here to serve as a stronghold for our witch hunters."

"Don't worry, the profits of this store belong to you!" Meng Yan added.

Hearing that the benefits belong to him, Zheng Jing's expression eased. This was indeed a good thing for him, but he was a little surprised without passing him.

"Then... who paid the money? I want to thank him very well." Zheng Jing leaned in front of Meng Yan and said with a smile on his face.

"Haha, you change your face quickly. The money was paid in the organization. After I told Old Man Ding about your situation, he happily allocated funds. I just came to supervise the worker if I had nothing to do."
Chapter completed!