I, the villainous lady, will not die in the simulator Shura field

Hua Mian waited for a few seconds, without saying a word.

In order to stimulate her, she even pushed the wheelchair in a different direction, and walked out of the living room without looking back.

"Wait." Liu Qingyu raised her head.

"Is something wrong?"

With her back on her back, Hua Mian asked with an imperceptible smile on the corner of her mouth.

"I can help you solve things outside the sixth district, but how to deal with those people, I have to judge for myself."

Liu Qingyu plucked up her courage, ran behind her, bent down and half squatted to hug Hua Mian from behind, and whispered.

"But I'm sure I won't be cheap on them," she added.

"It's okay." Hua Mian looked at the little hand on her chest, and was silent for a few seconds, "If you don't report me, I'm already very happy."

Liu Qingyu rubbed against her, but didn't speak.

"Then let's treat it as a little secret that only the two of us know."

"Well, I'll keep it a secret."

Liu Qingyu nodded seriously.

............

......

this afternoon.

"Master, what are you doing?"

After joining Hua Mian's secret group, Liu Qingyu was in a good mood, even when Jiang Li came to visit at noon, she was very proud, as if I had won.

But Jiang Li just felt baffled, maybe this guy fell ill again.

Now, after Liu Qingyu finished cleaning, she ran to the study without any burden, sat beside her with her little face propped up, her beautiful legs trembling while watching Hua Mian's work.

"Write a diary." Hua Mian didn't lift her head.

"Huh? Aren't you investigating other scum?" Liu Qingyu was stunned for a moment and asked curiously.

"I'm not a policeman." Hua Mian continued to do her own thing.

"That's right...that's right." Liu Qingyu expressed her understanding.

"Xiao Qingyu, you have to know that Yuncheng is so big that one, two or three vigilantes alone can't solve any problems. I did this just to deter those guys and make them worry that I will come to the door. It's gone too far."

"As for stopping something, I never thought about it."

Hua Mian said calmly, raised her head, and turned off the old-fashioned terminal in her hand.

"Yeah, I understand, I'm just a little curious." Liu Qingyu apologized obediently showing her belly.

She just wanted to ask casually, after all, it's a bit boring, and it's rare to share a little secret with Hua Mian, so she wanted to talk to her more.

Unexpectedly, when it comes to serious topics.

"But speaking of it, why use this kind of terminal to write a diary? It's so old, wouldn't it be troublesome?" Liu Qingyu asked curiously.

All the equipment of the rich woman is the latest version, and it is luxuriously customized.

"If the master has no money, I can give you the latest version of Hui Qiong, which is only tens of thousands of credits."

Hua Mian shook her head without explaining, "For people to see."

Liu Qingyu was very curious, but it was inconvenient to ask, since she had told her clearly, then it must not be for her to see, so from this point of view, it is Jiangli?

The little maid felt like she had lost again.

Hua Mian passed by, saw her dejected, and flicked her forehead with her fingers:

"Don't think about it so much, go do your own thing. I remember, you have an appointment with your girlfriends to go shopping in the past two days. I will give you a day off tomorrow, and you will officially start work the day after tomorrow."

Spring passed like this, as if something happened, and it seemed like nothing happened.

Except that Jiang Li would visit once every three or two days, and Hua Mianwo went to the room to teach secretly, everything was the same as usual.

The Phantom was still being reported on TV.

Over the past three months, the suspect's range of activities has also increased.

From the sixth district, it became the fourth, sixth, and seventh districts, all of which belonged to the Liu family. The Internet also suspected that this hero had something to do with the Liu family.

The initial suspicion in the news is that there are imitators. After all, only people who died in the sixth district will be turned into mummified corpses. The other dead are usually killed with a single shot.

"You pay attention to this?"

Jiang Li glanced at the host on the holographic screen, and looked across, pretending to be puzzled.

She is not stupid. During the teaching, Hua Mian had squinted her eyes many times, looking at the screen floating to the left of the two of them. Jiang Li had no doubt that if she hadn't been there, she might have turned her head and stared at the screen affectionately.

"Don't pay attention, don't pay attention." Hua Mian looked guilty and said goodbye with a dry smile.

Jiang Li was speechless, but it was difficult to say anything, after all, this was someone else's house, and she also wanted to ask this bad woman opposite.

"'Phantom,' is that criminal who's been famous since last year?"

She watched the news for a while, then asked suddenly.

"seems like it."

Huamian is still watertight.

"You pay attention to it?"

"Generally average."

"Is there anything about it that attracts your attention?"

"I don't know, just take a look."

"Is that so..."

Jiang Li nodded, as if she had fully believed Hua Mian's explanation, and then she suddenly asked:

"You know it?"

"Know...do not know."

Hua Mian nodded, halfway through speaking, when she realized what she was talking about, she quickly changed her words and shook her head again to show her innocence.

But the bad woman's pale sophistry has long been seen through by Jiang Li.

After these days of study, Jiang Gracilaria's EQ has improved!

"I see."

Jiang Li nodded and did not mention this matter any more.

"I really don't know you." Hua Mian puffed up her face and argued vigorously.

"Ah, yes, yes, yes." Jiang Li nodded perfunctorily.

Seeing that the fish had been hooked, Hua Mian stopped pretending, turned off the news, and the room became quiet.

It turned out that her previous flaws were all faked, in order to let Jiang Li notice the phantom, and to prepare her mentally for the next help.

Hua Mian estimated that she would need Jiang Li's help soon.

How could a bad woman be countered by the method she taught?

She is like a maze, and Jiang Li is the person who bravely breaks through the maze with the map sold by the bad woman—she has to go wherever she wants to go.

It can be called a toy.

"So when are you so busy that you want me to take action?" Jiang Li asked.

"It's not urgent, it's not too difficult anyway, I will notify you when I need you, Mr. Si Ming, who is very busy." Hua Mian said without giving a specific time.

"Don't play too much," Jiang Li said, "I'm not omnipotent."

"Of course, you still don't believe me?"

Hua Mian patted her chest to assure her, but it was a pity that she tried her best and didn't have much material, and she was far behind the opponent.

Jiang Li glanced there with disdain, his eyes contemptuous.

"What do you mean?"

Hua Mian's fist hardened, wanting to die of rage in front of her immediately, and then "inadvertently" showed her the terminal.

"Means nothing."

"You are interesting!"

"If you think I'm interesting, I'll be interesting."

Today's bamboo forest is still noisy.

............

......

It's March again.

Summer is fading away, early autumn comes with fallen leaves, and the earth is golden.

Liu Qingyu has been an incognito super criminal for half a year, and her reputation as a copycat is also flourishing. Because she has not been caught for a long time, the police department simply declared that both of them are phantoms.

As for what netizens will say, that is their business.

In the past six months, Liu Qingyu has accomplished many "righteous deeds".

Hua Mian felt that it was time for the giant companies to make a strong counterattack against this "imitator".

Last year, Mi Guang sent someone to ambush her.

However, Hua Mian used plant pets to kill, and it would be fine if they died, so the Misty person didn't do much after stopping him a few times, because he knew that he was just doing useless work.

But "copycats"...

Gotta try, right?

Fourth District, Shuibei Building, Intelligence Department.

"Yesterday, that 'Phantom' attacked our dealers again. Although the company's interests were not harmed, the reputation did suffer a bit. Do you guys have any opinions?"

It was the intelligence minister of Shuibei who spoke.

Sitting behind a mahogany desk, he gently emphasized the danger of the impersonator.

He looks ordinary, like most Yuncheng people, with black hair and black eyes, neither good-looking nor ugly, and there is no visible transformation in his whole body.

"Why don't you study Lost Light and arrange some people to ambush her?"

A subordinate raised his hand to propose.

Although the imitator of the criminal's phantom couldn't get any information from the surveillance, it was already confirmed that it was a woman based on the clues at the scene.

"Um, any more?"

The ordinary man nodded, encouraging his subordinates to continue.

"'Phantom' only attacks people who have crossed the line recently. We have people do this deliberately, and then ambush around him."

"Yes, we can also arrange some security forces and high-level psykers to prevent her from escaping by chance."

"Then you need to pay a little attention to the location selection. Choose a community with fewer people."

"It's not good if there are too few people. It would be too conspicuous. It should be more reasonable to choose a community with good security but not many people."

Boom boom boom!

The man behind the mahogany table tapped on the table, attracting the attention of everyone in the discussion.

"After discussing the specific plan, you can discuss it and submit it to me for revision,"

The man crossed his hands to support his chin, and made the same gesture as Commander Ikari, but unfortunately he didn't wear glasses, which made him less pure:

"I want to know, how many think it would be better to send a few fifth-level psykers?"

"Last time Misty Light sent a fifth-level psychic, but it was a pity that he failed to catch the real master after a few times of arrest. He sent a person with tracking psychic ability to play, but he couldn't find the opponent's position."

"Two?"

Several subordinates looked at each other and gave the same answer.