"Who is Feng Zhibai?"

Before I could return the phone, a voice called my name came from the photo hall.

"Hey, I'm here!"

Raising her hand, she smiled friendly at the young man, and then put the phone back.

Yan Kuan held his forehead and walked to the side silently, putting distance between him and Feng Zhibai.

It's a bit embarrassing.

Fortunately, I didn't step forward just now.

The young man blinked his eyes dully twice and silently lowered his head to look at the notes lying on the micro-interface.

His face turned dark.

"Catch ghosts and tell fortunes and look at Feng Shui."

Those seven simple words made his head throb with blood.

I thought a beautiful woman was added, but I didn’t expect it to be a magician!

Such a beautiful girl started to engage in crooked ways at a young age.

Opening the information interface, he wanted to press to delete the contact, but his hand hesitated the moment he pressed it.

Forget it, there are a lot of zombies lying around in the friend list anyway, so this one is not bad.

Putting his cell phone back in his pocket, he reluctantly glanced at the direction Feng Zhibai was leaving, and silently left the police station.

After Feng Zhibai finished taking the photo, Yan Kuan had the nerve to step forward.

Feng Zhibai ran to the front desk and spent 20 to apply for a temporary ID card.

Looking at the photo on the temporary ID card, she felt unhappy.

I originally had a beautiful hairstyle, but as soon as I went in to take pictures, it was all lifted up.

In the end, all that was left in the photo on the computer was a big pie face.

Shaking her ID card, she was so angry that she almost threw it away.

If Yan Kuan hadn't stopped her in time, she would have thrown away her ID card.

"What are you doing?"

With a flick of his body, Feng Zhibai threw away Yan Kuan's hand and raised his ID card angrily: "I have never taken such an ugly photo in my life! I remember when I was the supervisor in the palace,

The painter in the palace painted the picture of me every stroke, almost perfectly! But now look! In this picture of me, the ugly old man is about to come out for dinner!"

Yan Kuan looked around, covered Feng Zhibai's mouth with his upper hand, and dragged him out of the police station.

"It's not ugly. Your photo is much prettier than mine."

After putting people into the car, Yan Kuan threw his ID card and driver's license in front of Feng Zhibai.

It was also the moment he saw Yan Kuan's photo that Feng Zhibai's anger subsided.

"Hahaha!"

She patted the seat and almost burst into tears laughing.

Really ugly.

Use Internet words to describe: non-mainstream teenagers.

Ridiculously ugly.

"Are you feeling balanced?"

After stuffing the things back, he sat in the driver's seat: "In the ID photo, you are required to show all your face, no makeup. Miss Feng, you are naturally beautiful, and you have a good foundation without makeup. This photo is really not ugly."

After starting the car, he slowly drove the car onto the road.

After what Yan Kuan said, she felt a lot more balanced.

Flicking her hair, she felt better: "Well, you're right, I'm naturally beautiful and don't need so many external conditions."

She glanced at the temporary ID card again and threw it into her pocket in disgust.

The two of them didn't say anything else along the way, and just listened to the song and got on the highway.

Feng Zhibai sat in the back seat, the car rocked back and forth, and he fell asleep after a while.

Yan Kuan drove very steadily and waited until he got off the highway before calling out to her.

"Miss Feng, we're here."

This sentence woke up Feng Zhibai, who was still in a beautiful sleep.

He sighed vaguely and sat up on the sofa.

"arrive."

As the car got off the highway, the huge logo of the Maternity and Children's Hospital not far away appeared in front of us.

Roll down the window and look over.

Feng Zhibai yawned: "The hospital is on the highway and there are no other buildings around it. This is not a good place in Feng Shui."

"Miss Feng can still read Feng Shui?"

After driving the car to the parking lot in front of the maternal and child hospital, Yan Kuan asked interestingly.

"Just a little knowledge."

He raised his head and pointed around the maternal and child hospital.

"There are roads all around, and they are trapped in wells. It is difficult to move around. If you are not careful, you will get into lawsuits. If you live here, people in the house are prone to car accidents, and their wealth is not gathered. Women and children come down the highway, and the sound makes noise.

The gathering of evil spirits is extremely harmful to both children and pregnant women."

He raised his hand and pointed to the front door of the Maternity and Children's Hospital: "Look at this gate. The road in front of the door leads directly to the highway. Car accidents must often happen here. Moreover, I concluded that in the past years, there have been many lawsuits in this Maternity and Children's Hospital.

"

Yan Kuan looked around.

As Feng Zhibai said.

It was empty and surrounded by roads, forming a tic-tac-toe.

Moreover, in front of the main entrance of Maternity and Children, turn up and you will find the expressway.

As cars passed by on the highway, there were endless sounds of honking and beeping.

It's really sad to hear that.

"What should we do about this?"

The two of them walked side by side toward the women and children.

"Does it have anything to do with you? The dean is not worried, so what are you worried about?"

Feng Zhibai uttered a word without emotion.

Yan Kuan felt uncomfortable hearing this.

"Miss Feng, I am a policeman and I cannot turn a blind eye."

Entering the main gate of the hospital, the two of them saw Chen Xiaodao's old Mi Tou squatting on the ground and Duan Tianyi standing aside.

Seeing them coming, they stood up and said hello.

"Feng Yatou, Yan Bureau."

"Grandma Grandma."

Feng Zhibai answered them with a hum.

He walked and looked sideways at Yan Kuan, his voice lukewarm: "Bureau Yan, there are too many things in this world that you can't control. It doesn't mean that you can help if you want to. If you think about it carefully, a hospital is open in

After so many years here, have they never thought of these things? Hospitals and funeral parlors are the places where the most innocent souls are found. Their acceptance of such things is much better than your police."

Her meaning is clear.

Just tell Yan Kuan.

The hospital has known about this for a long time, but it just doesn't want to change it.

Yan Kuan was stunned for a moment, and instantly understood the meaning of Feng Zhi's vernacular.

"I understand, I will try to talk to the dean."

"up to you."

He replied indifferently.

The two of them also walked up to Chen Xiaodao and the others.

Lao Mi Tou had been worried all afternoon, but after seeing Feng Zhibai and Yan Ju, a smile finally appeared on his face.

"Tianyi, let me introduce to you. This is Yan Kuan, the deputy director of the General Police Bureau. You met this person this morning, Feng Zhibai."

Duan Tianyi met the Deputy Chief of Police of the General Police Station for the first time. He rubbed his hands nervously and quickly reached out: "Bureau Yan, hello, my surname is Duan, you can just call me Tianyi. I am Michelle's husband and my father's

son in law."

Yan Kuan smiled, stretched out his hand and shook it: "Hello, Yan Kuan, Mr. Duan, just call me Yan Bureau."

"Okay, Yan Ju."
Chapter completed!