"Old man Ding, don't you need to eliminate his memory?"

Meng Yan sat on a wooden chair, putting two long legs on the corner of the table. The two front legs of the chair were hanging in the air, leaving only two hind legs to support the balance. He looked at the middle-aged man opposite the desk of the office worker, the director of the Eighth Mental Hospital.

"People who have been influenced by A-2-104 will have great inspiration. They cannot adapt to their current life, so they will come back, just like we are short of people." The dean with a beard held a thermos in his hand and said confidently.

"You know again. Does anyone say that you are worthy of beating a charlatan like you?" Meng Yan shook his fists and said to the dean disdainfully.

"What a charlatan, I can just see some things that others cannot see. Someone has told you, is this posture unsafe?" The dean smiled obscenely and asked Meng Yan.

After he finished speaking, Meng Yan's chair lost his balance, lay back and fell firmly.

"It hurts so much! You old Yin Bi are tricking me again!"

Meng Yan jumped up from the ground, pointed at the dean and shouted. After scolding for a while, he sat back and spoke a little more serious.

"But speaking, how did A-2-104 get out of control and why did it appear in our jurisdiction? Is there no explanation for the people above?"

"The dispatcher of Bailonghe Province sent me a message that the absurd items warehouse that went to Beijing a month ago was stolen, and a small batch of absurd items were stolen, including A-2-104."

"Tsk tsk, I lost something when I went to Kyoto."

Meng Yan laughed dryly for a few times, then his face darkened. Shangjing City is the strongest place in the entire Washington area with witch hunters. Theft also occurred. Those monsters became more and more rampant. This is not a good sign.

"Theft incident is personally responsible for the confessor "Sword Immortal", and it should be solved. We just need to do our own things well." Seeing Meng Yan's worried appearance, the dean added.

Meng Yan looked at the ceiling, his eyes were empty, and he said with a little longing: "The confessor... When will I become a confessor?"

"Don't think about it, you will never have a chance in your life." Dean Ding said to Meng Yan mercilessly.

"Bao, can you, old man, say something nice?"

"I am only thirty-five years old, so I am not a bad old man!"

...

Zheng Jing put on his clothes, took back his things, picked up his phone, pressed it a few times, and shook his head. The phone was out of power.

In the federal government, mobile phones have been popularized for less than five years. Most of them only have a black and white display screen, and only the two functions of making phone calls and sending text messages are incomparable to the large-screen color mobile phones in Yue Chuanzhen's memory. Zheng Jing even felt that they could not be considered a mobile phone, and they should be called a handheld computer.

After being sent out of the gate by a man in black, Zheng Jing had recovered his freedom. When he turned around, he saw a big sign on the iron rack at the door. Furonghe City No. 8 Mental Hospital, a cold wind blew, and dust rolled in front of the hospital door with a small amount of garbage, like a scene in an old-fashioned movie.

"The Eighth Mental Hospital, I have heard of Furonghe First Hospital, Second Hospital, Third Hospital, Fourth Hospital, and Fifth Hospital is the Pheasant Hospital that no one goes to. The Eighth Hospital... However, this dilapidated building and simple decoration, I don't think there will be any patients who will send it here. It is quite suitable as a base for a secret organization."

Zheng Jing rubbed his face with his hands, tried hard to drive all the surreal things out of his mind, and then spat:

"I will walk around this unlucky place for ten years in the future, and I will never look at it!"

Before returning home, Zheng Jing first found a telephone booth nearby and was about to make a call. In the federal government, the telephone booth had not withdrawn from the stage of history like Yue Chuanzhen remembered.

"Hey, hello, is it Ms. Chen? I am the detective you entrust. I'm sorry that you didn't find your husband. I really can't complete this entrustment. I will refund the deposit to you." After pressing a number, Zheng Jing called.

"Okay, I understand." The voice across the phone was very calm.

"I'm really sorry, because of personal reasons, I can't continue to investigate."

"Thank you for your hard work, you don't have to refund the deposit."

Zheng Jing wanted to say something, but the opposite of the phone had already hung up.

"Why……"

Zheng Jing sighed. He had just entered the industry and giving up the commission at this time would definitely have an impact on his career prospects, but he really didn't want to involve anything related to supernatural powers.

Thinking about it now, when he found out that all the clues related to Ms. Chen’s husband were actually pointed in one direction. In that direction, Zheng Jing was hit by a light ball and almost lost himself, so he did not dare to confirm whether Ms. Chen had anything to do with this strange incident.

Zheng Jingxiong had nothing to do, because the Ms. Chen he met at the beginning was a haggard and pitiful woman, which reminded him of his mother.

Next, Zheng Jing spent about a little while to transfer to various buses before finally getting home. He only cost more than ten yuan in his pocket and had no money to get.

His family lives in Luyuan Community, in the northern suburbs of the city, Unit 303, Building 2, and there is a Luyuan High School nearby, which is a key high school in the city. His younger brother Zheng Lun went to school there. This property is a school district house and is expensive. It is considered the largest property owned by Zheng Jing.

He took out the key and unscrewed the door lock with some inconvenience. Fifteen years ago, his family bought the 403 room upstairs and then opened it into a duplex house. At that time, their family was still wealthy, and now the two brothers are just relying on their old capital.

In the living room, a young man with a similar appearance to Zheng Jing was sitting on the sofa playing games. When he saw Zheng Jing pushing the door and his face changed instantly, and he began to quickly clean up the domestic garbage he had produced for so many days.

"You...when you left, you said you would go for five days? Why did you come back on the third day?" The young man asked Zheng Jing nervously while cleaning quickly.

"So... Zheng Lun! If I don't come back, you won't clean up, right?"

Seeing the messy room, Zheng Jing didn't get angry, and he didn't even care about the horror incident he had just experienced. Why is this child so lazy?

"Of course, if you come back on time, your family will guarantee you what you will look like when you leave and what you will look like when you come back." Zheng Lun said with confidence.

"Shouldn't you be in school now?" Zheng Jing asked in confusion.

"The school has brought a large number of shoddy fake artworks that no one wants from somewhere, and is being renovated, so today is on holiday."

"Okay, just don't skip classes. Let's not talk about the mess you made at home, you are actually playing games secretly again!

You will be in the college entrance examination for a few months soon. If you don’t hurry up, how can you be good at parents if you don’t take a good university, how can you be worthy of your teacher, how can you be worthy of me who have been a father and a mother for all these years? Your brother, I haven’t chosen a wife for all these years, it’s not for you…”

Zheng Jing recited it for about an hour before he stopped feeling unfulfilled.

He is twenty-four years old this year, and Zheng Lun, his younger brother, is seventeen years old. Ten years ago, their parents had an accident when they went out to work, leaving only the two of them to depend on each other.
Chapter completed!