She actually became the top commander in the psychic world

"Come on, little girl, your name is Aning, right? Here." An old man waved to the woman.

The old man could tell that he was a bit old, but he was still in good spirits and his hair had not yet turned gray. The moment he saw the woman, his eyes lit up.

"What a lovely little girl. Mr. Ye is so lucky to have such a granddaughter," said a person next to him.

"Yes, Butler Zhou is polite." Saying this, Ye Chaowen couldn't hide the joy in his eyes.

The woman glanced at Ye Chaowen a few more times, feeling a little resistant to the excessive enthusiasm.

--granddaughter?Have you seen this old man before?
She originally thought that a visit to the old psychic research institute would be the theme of her trip, but unexpectedly, Ye Qiaoshu introduced her to someone who was quite important. The situation in front of her seemed to be much more complicated.

From the conversation between several people, the woman heard that the man in front of her was the housekeeper of the owner of the area. He had a relationship with Ye Zhaowen because he was related to the old Supervisory Office. They had different plans.

Yes, Ye Chaowen was the former chief prosecutor of the Procuratorate. He was the one who exposed the illegal psychic experiments to the old principal of Nuojia College.

They were all chatting and talking in a roundabout way. The woman didn't know the situation for a while, so she listened honestly.

Mu Chengying also pretended to be obedient and followed him not far or close.

"Yes, how can someone like Prosecutor Ye live in the outer area? We have arranged a place for you here, and we also have space here!" Butler Zhou seemed very attentive.

Women are honest and do whatever others say. They just nod and don't speak.

A bad premonition arose in her heart. From what the housekeeper said, Ye Chaowen had not lived here forever, but had just arrived in the past two days, not more than a few days earlier than the woman.

It is a woman's consistent principle not to let her emotions influence her thinking. No matter how confused or shocked she is, her face still remains innocent and ignorant, and she believes whatever she wants. Listening to what Butler Zhou said, "The glory of the goddess Yagtawi shines on the earth," the woman's heart Got some ideas.

Turning around, the maid took the two of them down to rest.

"This is the headquarters of the Dark Night Club?" the woman suddenly said.

Ye Zhaowen was stunned, his expression became tense, and his pupils tightened: "How did you know?"

"Goddess Yagtawi is obviously religious," the woman recalled with a frown, "that housekeeper Zhou should be a fanatical and devout believer."

When they first met, the woman spoke to silence Ye Zhaowen, only to hear her continue: "Most of the people involved with An Yehui are not a good thing. Did you take the initiative to contact them?"

"This is the inner city, the inner city of Western Xinjiang." Ye Zhaowen said.

"Is Western Xinjiang divided into an inner city and an outer city?" the woman asked.

After saying the words, she roughly figured out what was going on.

Western Xinjiang is some distance from the center of the alliance and is a "remote area". There is a high probability that the gathering place will be merged into the base later and there are "aboriginal people" in the area.

Back then, Ye Lingkun was the resident prosecutor dispatched by the center of the base. On the surface, he could be said to have the highest position here. However, he was still threatened by local forces. His actual power may not be as great as that of Ye Qiaoshu, the director of the Psychic Research Institute.

These remote areas nominally agree with the unified jurisdiction of the queen of the base center, but in fact they are their own kings. Public transportation cannot reach the inner city, which means they are disobedient to the base center by default. Officials sent by the center are not allowed to eat and drink well. Just serve and don't interfere in our internal affairs.

Even the old Psychic Research Institute was located in the outer city. In those days, Western Xinjiang would only be more closed than it is now.

The outer city is windy and sandy, and the psychic energy waves are chaotic. People with low talent levels have a high disorder rate, but the inner city has a pleasant scenery, and even the wind blowing is gentle. It is assumed that the entire area has corresponding defense facilities.

It seems to be called a large-scale psychic energy fluctuation reduction project. It is a project developed by the Psychological Energy Research Institute chaired by Ye Qiaoshu. The government only approved a more remote experimental land and did not approve experimental funds. Director Ye sought investment from the Chamber of Commerce, but it was also unsuccessful. fruit.

Now I see it in the inner city of the Western Frontier.

Thinking about it, Ye Qiaoshu was once the director of the Xijiang Psychic Research Institute. He was a high-ranking official sent by the Alliance Central Committee. He had some connections with the "Self-Reliance King" in the inner city of Xijiang. It was not strange to have joint technical issues.

As for Ye Chaowen, his identity as a retired prosecutor from the Procuratorate's Office was recognized by people in the inner city, and he was given a place to live, but he didn't know why this line was set up.

"How much does Director Ye know about the Dark Night Club? How much do the people here know about her?" the woman asked.

"I didn't even tell." Ye Zhaowen said.

If she hadn't considered the possible physical illness of the old man in front of her, the woman would have really wanted to roll her eyes at him.

Who is Ms. Ye Qiaoshu?I was brought here by Director Ye, you tell me that she can know nothing about things here?
"Son, if you want to go into politics, you must get connected with the Dark Night Club," Ye Zhaowen said, "Now is a good opportunity. The senior leaders of the Dark Night Club have a general gathering at the end of the year. The location is the headquarters. Your future will be determined here. People who need it.”

Although saying this was a bit disrespectful to the old man, the woman still wanted to say that Ye Chaowen's enthusiastic, wrinkled smile reminded her of a mangy dog ​​begging for food on the roadside.

The woman took a sip of water, and the question popped up again - "Old sir, you are so enthusiastic, I'm a little panicked."

"In short, the people you will meet in the future are all important people. Remember to make good friends and say a few words to them." Ye Chaowen said.

The aloofness in the woman's bones came up at an inappropriate time, making her feel involuntarily disgusted with what she was about to face, and she let out a light "hmm".

"Yes, tomorrow night is the day of worship for the Dark Night Club. I got the invitation letter to participate. Let's go and see it tomorrow." Ye Zhaowen said.

The three words "Sunday Prayers" successfully brought back memories that made the woman want to vomit. She couldn't help but tremble all over and wanted to shake her head.

The disgust in my heart became even stronger.

Don't let emotions influence your rational judgment.

The woman said silently in her heart, yes, you can't let your emotions control your rational judgment. Just go if you go, or if you don't eat, you won't eat.

"By the way, your invitation letter is..."

"I asked Butler Zhou to get it for me. He has the authority to enter the worship venue." Ye Zhaowen replied.

The woman vaguely remembered that no one was allowed in the venue.

Well, the woman put her hands behind her back, clicked on the special watch given to her by Ying Chengfeng, entered information about tonight's pilgrimage, and applied for her own invitation letter.

"I have an invitation..."

"But an invitation letter can only allow one person to enter." Butler Zhou reminded aloud.

Ye Chaowen's face was bruised and purple. That moment was wonderful.

Butler Zhou was holding his hands at the side, his attitude was a bit arrogant.

The old man's lips were slightly open, as if he wanted to curse but didn't dare - more like a mangy dog.

The woman smiled: "It's okay, Mr. Ye, I'm not in a hurry, just follow other people's rules."

Ye Zhaowen seemed to still want to get angry and asked the other party why he didn't tell him in advance and had to do it in front of his children.

But his lips trembled for a long time, and he still spoke in a suppressed tone, as if there was a mouthful of phlegm in his throat: "Hey, I made a mistake in asking about it. I was wrong. I'm sorry, kid."

The woman nodded: "It's okay, it's just my first day here. I'm already very satisfied to meet such a big shot as Butler Zhou." After saying that, she bowed to the two of them, turned around and left, as if she was also thinking about herself. It's a pity that I can't attend the party.

"It seems that the current situation is a bit complicated." The woman walked towards Mu Chengying, a little helpless.

Mu Chengying is not a nosy person, but doing nosy will cost his wallet. He glanced at the captain twice more: "Well, okay, I will have a good rest. When will I go to the old Psychic Research Institute, you can call me Just make a sound."

The woman considered how much Mu Chengying could be honest, but decided to look into the situation and added another warning: "Please note that it's not that safe here."

Mu Chengying nodded.

"Master, I feel Kaka's breath." Xiaojiu suddenly spoke in her ear.

The woman was stunned—Is Ying Chengfeng also nearby?

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A woman wearing a light blue dress with a bow tied at the back appeared at the venue. An elegant-looking woman with gorgeous clothes stood alone at the venue. She always attracted attention. Within a few minutes, more than three waves of people came to chat with her. The woman talked to people skillfully, but kept a certain distance. After a few words, she sent the person away.

"Yes, come and take a look. I'm a little interested in tonight's performance."

"If you look around, there's nothing worth noting. It doesn't matter. I'm not interested in jewelry."

"How is the purity of psychic energy? Laboratory-level pure psychic energy is as colorless as air. The colors are mixed with some objects. There is no essential difference between blue, red and pink."

The woman smiled slightly, looked around and showed boredom for a moment, then turned around and went to the private room.

Her simple appearance at the venue made people curious about this young woman. When she saw that she actually had the authority to enter the private room, she immediately started whispering. People asked to see her at the door of her private room one after another. The woman just waved. Say no.

"I heard that there are distinguished guests tonight, can you introduce me to them?" the woman asked.

The well-educated waiter bowed and said, "Our rules here are not to reveal any information about our guests."

"Just tell the distinguished guest that someone wants to see him," the woman said, pinching a peach blossom in her palm, which turned out to be a spiritual transformation out of thin air!
The waiter has seen a lot of the world and realized that women are quite powerful, so his expression that he didn't dare to neglect in the first place became more and more respectful.

The woman spoke softly: "Just give me something."

Today's performance was still wonderful. A slender woman was dissected in public. The dissected area and internal organs were displayed in public. Bloodstains flowed all over the floor. However, the woman was held up until the end of the performance, and then she slowly closed her eyes. Eye.

The doctor with blood-stained hands bowed to everyone, with a smile on his face: "Everyone, do you see clearly? This is my spirit. Life delay is enough to delay a person's death by one hour. At the critical moment, , I am a contracted spirit who can protect my life. Within the specified time, I will not die even if I am disemboweled. I hope someone will appreciate me!"

The woman smiled and realized that this was actually a place to find a job.

The waiter came in and bowed deeply to her, saying that the distinguished guest was willing to see her.

The woman followed the waiter's guidance into another private room, opened the door curtain, and saw three people, none of whom were wearing masks. One of them was Ying Chengfeng.

She entered the box and sat down next to Ying Chengfeng.

"Hey, little girl, you're pretty good at finding people." A nasty voice spoke.

"Yes, let's look at his face. Who is this guy the most handsome?" the woman said with a slight smile.

"My eldest brother Ying Shaokai and my second brother Ying Shaochen, the calm one is Ying Shaokai, and the frivolous one is Ying Shaochen." Ying Chengfeng introduced the person.

The woman gave him a wink from a distance.

"Don't take risks." Ying Chengfeng secretly told him.

"I heard that the girl met us, why?" Ying Shaokai spoke.

"I don't want to see you, I just want to see the distinguished guests and do a favor." The woman raised her eyebrows and spoke.

She took the first step to show her sincerity: "There is a retired prosecutor in the Procuratorate's Office who is connected with the Dark Night Club. I'm not worried."

Ying Shaokai nodded: "Say."

"The video of the old principal of Nuojia College at that time was the reason why our Supervision Office was thoroughly investigated. The old comrade-in-arms prosecutor mentioned by the old principal was named Ye. You should know this, right?" the woman said.

Ying Shaokai nodded: "I checked. That retired old guy didn't even check himself. He has a pile of debts behind his butt. He ran away when he heard something happened in the Supervision Office. He's still safe."

"Then why has he received the courtesy of the Dark Night Club now?" The woman scanned the venue, "He even got the qualification to enter the venue today."

Ying Shaokai was in charge of affairs in the dark night of Western Xinjiang, but it was impossible to take care of every detail. This step touched his cognitive blind spot. He took out the communication, confirmed the news with his subordinates, and asked if this was the case. thing.

"No matter what, he is just a retired old man." Ying Shaokai pretended to be relaxed.

"The troubles in the Supervision Office have cost us too much. This retired old man, I'm afraid he knows too much and is troublesome." The woman pursed her lips and said solemnly.

Ying Shaokai squinted his eyes and began to re-evaluate the identity of the woman in front of him.

He was able to get the invitation letter with the highest courtesy from the Dark Night Club, and he was connected with the Supervision Office. He had the ability to materialize out of thin air, and he wanted to meet the distinguished guests here. He had a calm temperament but contained pressure - I'm afraid it was not simple.

"After all, Ye Zhaowen was a witness to those things. We can erase traces of the news in the data information database, but we cannot delete people's memories. I must have an explanation for the connection between him and An Ye," the woman said.

Ying Shaokai's expression told the woman that Ying Shaokai knew about her casual "erasure message"!

"How is the situation now?" Ying Shaokai also probed.

"Well, that intern from Nuojia College is still useful. He thought smugly that he had found the old news data. He said he had found a helper and was analyzing the criminals in the information database we deliberately disclosed to him. I don't know if a student can do it. I deliberately revealed all the information to him to see if I could deal with the person I wanted to bring down," the woman said.

Ying Shaokai's eyes changed again, and he couldn't help but straighten his sitting posture.

"I can arrange everything else, but it's hard to say what's going on in people's hearts. Who knows that Ye Zhaowen, an individual from the Central Committee of the Alliance, has no background and no courage, and has worked for the Supervision Office all his life in a timid manner. How can he behave like this when he is old? He should have dealt with the incident when he found Ying Jinhe, but he was worried and couldn't deal with it," the woman complained.

"What happened to Ying Jinhe?" Ying Shaokai was stunned.

The woman raised her hand and rubbed her index finger and thumb together, indicating that the two of them would exchange equal amounts.

"The girl pointed to Ying Jinhe's death and said that he died in the wilderness without any explanation. It turned into a ghost story." Ying Shaokai showed obvious curiosity, "Involving President Ying, if you say , Ye Zhaowen told me, I will give it to the girl well."

The woman raised her eyes, revealing a bit of disdain: "It's not a big deal. Ying Jinhe went crazy studying. When he entered the Supervision Office, he was not showing off his talents. He was showing off his youthful spirit, talking about human life, justice and justice. , a young man from a plutocratic background, who could have taken over the existence of the prosecutor's office, insisted on committing suicide, shook the tree like a worm, banged his head against the wall, and died with his legs for his lonely courage. At a young age, because of "not being with him" If you just go along with the secular world, you have to live in seclusion, which is also ridiculous. "

Ying Chengfeng moved his legs and knocked the woman down.

The female boss was not happy, so she sat up again while holding Ying Chengfeng's chest, and stretched out her fingers to pick Ying Chengfeng's chin: "Hey, this young master doesn't agree with the absurdity of justice and justice. In this world, who can Who cares whether you are righteous or not?"

Ying Shaokai waved his hand: "You continue."

"Continue? What else is there to say? A cripple with difficulty walking is at the mercy of others. It's also his bad luck. He was originally hiding like a turtle, but he might have been able to hide for the rest of his life. However, he ended up with Ye Chaowen. The teacher who was like a calamity had harmed Ying Jinhe's ability to walk before. After retiring, he thought about 'justice' belatedly, but he still didn't dare to speak out. He found Ying Jinhe and asked him to expose the inside story of the Supervision Office. ." The woman was wearing a mask, and you could see the sarcasm in her expression afterwards.