NIP Chapter 139: All Conditions Are Satisfied, The Space Is Folded
Chapter 139: All Conditions Are Satisfied, The Space Is Folded
"About that land lord? What happened to that land lord?"
Both the middle-aged bureau chief and Professor Hu were taken aback.
In the Bureau of Controlling Ghosts, the matter concerning Lord Xu Cheng was listed as the highest handling event.
The middle-aged director once personally explained that any information about that person should be submitted to him as soon as possible.
Because that person is the only one who has kindness to the Ghost Control Bureau and the common people among all the restricted areas.
And this goodwill is the most important thing in the whole building.
Not to mention that not long ago, this land lord helped Huicheng block the invasion of the burial abyss and ghost tide.
That's why this woman knocked on the door regardless of the highest meeting.
After hearing this, the middle-aged bureau chief walked out of the meeting room without saying a word.
He strode towards the hall with great strides.
"Hi, I am."
Chen Xuan's voice came over the phone immediately.
"Director."
"Dijun... is out of town!"
Just one sentence.
The middle-aged director's expression was shocked, and even the other people in the ghost bureau stared towards this side with wide eyes.
They also know a lot about that land lord.
According to their known records, unless something important happened, it was impossible for that local monarch to leave Xucheng.
But this time...
The middle-aged bureau chief suppressed his shock and asked, "Going out of the city? How do you know that Dijun is out of the city?"
Chen Xuan on the other end of the phone also looked bitter, looking at the two photos sent by Shan.
In front of him is a picture that is constantly changing with a car.
He straightened his mind and said, "Because...I'm looking at him now."
"On the highway..."
"???"
The middle-aged bureau chief was confused and said seriously: "Chen Xuan, what nonsense are you talking about? What's on the expressway?"
"Director, I can't explain clearly. I'm also in a state of being blinded. I sent the picture Xu Shan sent me and these two pictures to you. You can see for yourself.
As soon as the voice fell, Chen Xuan's side showed that the transmission was successful.
The middle-aged director frowned and opened the file.
If he hadn't known that Chen Xuan wouldn't joke about this kind of thing, if it were someone else, he would have lost his temper a long time ago.
In the file, there is a video, which is exactly the scene in Xu Shan's meeting room before.
Scene after scene was like an over-the-top animation, until that faint voice sounded in Xu Shan's conference room.
The middle-aged director finally widened his eyes.
After listening to it several times, I hurriedly clicked on the next picture.
The comparison chart of the two pictures is clearly printed in the eyes.
Beside him, Professor Hu was analyzing the audio in person.
It only took a few seconds, and the young professor also froze in place.
Fortunately, he also knew that now was not the time to be dazed, so he swallowed a mouthful of saliva.
"The director...is exactly the same as the previous emperor's voice and audio..., and the comparison of the photos is also...the similarity is 99%." 々"
"Check! Find out everything about Luo Chen in this place!"
"Director!"
Professor Hu hurriedly pushed him away.
The middle-aged bureau chief just woke up like a dream, with a drop of cold sweat on his forehead: "Stop! Destroy all the information on this person!"
With the supernatural power of that local monarch, he was able to show up like this, and it was the first time to meet everyone.
If you flip through his profile at this time...wouldn't that be tantamount to suicide!
At this juncture, anything that offends that person... can absolutely not be done!
Once done, it may be the real disaster for Da Xia.
"Dijun's car...where is it going now?"
The middle-aged director forced himself to calm down. Even he couldn't accept what happened this time today.
Chen Xuan replied softly: "Xu Sheng."
The middle-aged director nodded: "Okay, I understand."
Wait until you hang up the phone.
The middle-aged director's face was as calm as water and he ordered: "Go ahead, no matter who sees this car, they must not stop it, let alone ask. If the owner of the car needs anything, do our best to meet it! Remember, it is any need!"
"yes!"
On the road from Xucheng to Luocheng.
Old Daosheng drove the car in the driver's seat, and Luo Chen sat beside him.
It wasn't until this time that the old man touched the steering wheel excitedly: "Hey, this Ghost Control Bureau is really rich and powerful, this Range Rover Deluxe Edition will cost two to three million yuan after landing.
"Tsk tsk, I really didn't expect our old man to be able to afford such a luxury car in this life. It's a pity that our master didn't see it. This old man just doesn't have a good life."
Luo Chen listened to this guy's rambling, smiled slightly, and opened some car windows.
The smell of rain came from all directions, and Luo Chen took a deep breath.
I heard the old man ask again.
"Di Jun, why did you reveal your identity? What if the Ghost Control Bureau sends someone to investigate you?"
Luo Chen looked at the scenery passing by outside, and said softly.
"Investigate me? Do you think they are fools? This lord has never hidden this identity, so how can I expose it?"
"Oh, I see."
Although the old man didn't understand, but when the leader spoke, he understood even if he didn't know it, which was very professional.
"Then why didn't you just confess your identity to them before? I think with the cleverness of the Ghost Control Bureau, at least the incense in the Dijun Temple will be more prosperous."
"After all, they are the Daxia Ghost Control Bureau..."
Luo Chen smiled when he heard this.
Yes, it is true that cooperation with the official will make it more convenient for me to collect incense.
It can even quickly accumulate to an unimaginable level.
But he is not in a hurry, he has plenty of time, why should he cooperate with others?
Even if he got a temporary benefit now, his incense is still in the hands of the Ghost Control Bureau.
Although at a certain level, incense is not too important,
But... this kind of feeling is not what Luo Chen wants.
"Don't inquire about the Lord's business."
"oh!"
The car was quiet for a while, Luo Chen asked.
"How long will it take to get to Xu Province?"
"It will take six or seven hours at the fastest."
"Six or seven hours?"
Luo Chen glanced at the sky outside and frowned.
"Arrive in Xu Province within three hours."
"hiss----
The old man couldn't help but sucked in a breath of cold air.
"Dijun... Even if there is no car on the road, even if our car is running smoke, it is impossible to reach Xu Province in three hours. There are still eight kilometers to go!"
"If I tell you to drive it, you can drive it. There's so much nonsense."
Luo Chen glared at him.
A little golden light flowed out from the fingers.
"Agreement: Space Folding."
The voice fell, and the golden light dissipated with the fingertips.
The old man screamed, and the car was like a shooting star in an instant.
Xu Xing, Los Angeles.
In the evening, due to rain.
The traffic in the entire city was almost completely paralyzed, and countless families who got the news (De Nuo Zhao) started to flee Los Angeles in private cars,
I'm afraid that if I take a step too late, I will be buried with this city.
North of Los Angeles,
On the bank of the Cangjiang River, ghost masters from the entire Xu Province Ghost Control Bureau have gathered on the bank of the river.
The already vast Cangjiang River,
Under the torrential rain in the past few days, it almost turned into Zeguo.
Thick fog shrouded the surface of the river, making it impossible to see the situation inside.
Let this big river seem to become a passage connecting another world.
No one knows what's in the fog, and no one knows where the dragon...is in the fog!
From time to time, big waves hit the river bank, splashing several meters high waves, and the evil wind was so shocking that even some ghost masters had to treat it seriously.
On the bank of the river, this small fishing boat was parked at this time.
The fishing boat is not big, only big enough for one person.
The small fishing boat that should have been swept by the river long ago fell into nowhere.
At this time, it stopped quietly by the river.
Just because there is a person made of a picture scroll standing on it.
Los Angeles! Wang Po!