Doing ghost jobs in Ke Xue World

Chapter 95

Shiratori Ren Sanlang rolled up his sleeves resignedly, put the crystal ball in a small net bag, hung it directly on the running fan, and watched the little octopus change from the original dead body state to the star-eyed state.

"Whoa, bad guy, let me out!"

The little octopus straightened its head, and its eight tentacles began to wave wildly, and its original cute and cute appearance suddenly disappeared.

"Mochizuki Police Department?"

Shiratori Ren Sanlang looked surprised, if he heard correctly, it seemed that a child's voice sounded from this room just now, it couldn't be this little thing!
"You heard it too, then this task will be handed over to you, let it hang on it for two or three days, even if it's less than a minute."

Mochizuki pointed to the crystal ball, and the little octopus was already in the shape of vomiting leaves, its tentacles kept flapping around, and its eyes became weak.

Mochizuki made a face at the little octopus, picked up the small book in his hand, and planned to go to the confinement room to see the excitement.

Speaking of which, since the last gathering in Mr. Luchuan's bar, these people have deliberately avoided her, as if she was a plague god, which is not what they said when they took her little paper figurine.

"Guaranteed to complete the mission."

Shiratori Ren Sanlang looked at the little octopus spitting outside, and couldn't help but smile bitterly.

Only police officer Mochizuki could think of such a way to deal with this little thing, but this matter is not so easy to pass.

Shiratori Ren Sanlang sighed, and honestly took out his mobile phone to report to his superiors that he still had a mission here, and of course he always believed that both parties knew each other well.

"What's the situation now?"

The White Horse Police Chief had just arrived at the cafeteria and hadn't eaten two bites when he received a report from Shiratori, and several people in the company had the same expression.

"right here."

Shiratori Ren Sanlang pointed to the little octopus that was still hanging on the fan. This extraordinary species has a very strong adaptability. Originally, he was worried that there would be problems if it continued like this.

Unexpectedly, the little octopus returned to its original state of lying dead after spitting out a couple of mouthfuls. It seemed that there was nothing wrong with it. No wonder Mochizuki had to hang up on it for three days.

"Are you sure it just spoke?"

Toshio Zhuxing tapped the crystal ball with his hand, and the cool touch was clearly visible. Although the appearance was the same as an ordinary crystal ball, there was a big difference in holding it in the hand.

This thing will change its shape according to the different forces, and holding it in the hand is like holding a water polo. It is amazing that water can gather in the hands of people in such a form.

"Due to the suddenness of the incident, there was no time to record it, but I can swear by my police badge that all the information just reported is accurate."

Shiratori put his hand on the police badge pinned to his chest, stood upright, and said with a serious face.

The White Horse Police Chief nodded, and was about to say something when the door of the office was suddenly pushed open. Several people were startled and looked back.

"Report, everything is ready."

The people who came in were not Mochizuki, but some inspectors in full armor.

It has to be said that when it comes to studying the puzzle of Mochizuki's identity, the Metropolitan Police Department and the organization have the same brain circuits, and both sides unanimously put their hopes in scientific research, and the investment is quite large.

"Isn't that a bit too ostentatious?"

Shiratori Ren Sanlang huddled in a small corner, watching the room full of people in white coats holding various instruments and starting to scan the crystal ball, and one even wanted to knock a little medium from it.

Please, although this thing looks like a sphere, its essence is sea water. What is the person who knocked there with the hammer thinking, and there are so many people, if Mochizuki Police Department returns, how will he explain it.

"No way, so far we've only got some hair from Mochizuki's police department, and we can't confirm whether it's hers. We can only use all the means on this thing, otherwise it's hard to explain to the higher-ups!"

A white coat with a command sign said helplessly. He didn't want to do this either, but the people who gave them financial support were not easy to deal with at all, and they had nothing to gain. He didn't dare to withdraw money these days.

Shiratori coughed fiercely, the hair was still found in the trash can in the office.

Thinking of when he was a dignified young master, when did he do such a wretched thing, but if he stays here, there will probably be even more ruinous things happening, and he feels a little tormented when he thinks about it.

"Okay, you still have 5 minutes."

The Baima Police Chief looked at the clock on the wall and reminded everyone present that Mochizuki would not stay in the confinement room for long, and he should be back by now after calculating the time. A group of white coats suddenly became busy. Hear the hum of the instrument.

"Shiratori, I will leave the rest of the matter to you."

A group of people tried every means, but nothing substantial was gained except for taking a few photos, so they could only place their hope on the only member of the supernatural event department.

At the door of the confinement room, Mochizuki stood outside holding a small notebook to watch the fun, and Kenji Hagiwara was the only one in the room.

The handsome face that was originally inviting could no longer be seen. It seemed that all the attackers had greeted him on his face, but from Mochizuki's point of view, the injury looked a little serious, but in fact there was nothing wrong with it.

There was a bit of excitement outside, Datehang and Matsuda were there, let alone Datehang, the eldest brother of these people is also known for his calm temper, although he looks a little angry, but he is more worried about his friends.

As for the curly hair on the side, it is simply a grumpy husky now, and the grinning look is so interesting.

"Hey, why are you pulling him, let go."

Mochizuki looked at the little policeman who was hugging Matsuda tightly, and beckoned him to let go.

"Officer Date?"

Takagi looked at his partner and master with some embarrassment. He had never seen such a young police department, but once Officer Matsuda was let go, he would definitely run in and beat someone up.

"Let go of him, Takagi. This is Officer Mochizuki, the person in charge of the Supernatural Incident Processing Department. If you encounter any strange things in the future, remember to go to her as soon as possible."

Datehang pulled Takagi over, and Matsuda took off the sunglasses hanging on his face. His face was also colorful. Obviously, the people in the room were not completely unresisting.

"My name is Takagi She, please take care of me in the future!"

Gao Mushe had a naive smile on his face, and he was still touching the back of his head with one hand, looking a little out of his mind.

"Anything useful to ask?"

Mochizuki smiled, and pointed to Hagiwara Kenji who was sitting silently in the room.

"This idiot didn't find anything, and he was on the phone without even wearing an explosion-proof suit."

Matsuda began to grit his teeth again, who knows what his mood was when the explosion happened, that guy even dared to fight back.

(End of this chapter)