When Xue Meng woke up early in the morning, he felt dizzy and sore and exhausted all over, which was even more tired than running 800 meters.

Especially the alarm clock set by the mobile phone was still ringing in his ears, and the ringing of the rooster rang through his eardrum and hit his soul. Xue Meng suddenly opened his eyes and sat up, groped to turn off the alarm clock, irritated his hair, and threw the phone aside.

The phone landed on the bedside table and made a dull sound. He was stunned and realized that this seemed to be not his bedroom.

After rubbing his forehead, he was about to get up to take a look when he saw Jiang Lvang walking in.

Jiang Qing was wearing pajamas, and there was a kitten with a drooping head in her pajamas pocket. The cat seemed to have not woken up yet, and only showed a head and put it on the edge of her pocket.

"You woke up? Yesterday you drank too much, so I brought you to my house."

Xue Meng tried hard to turn the chaotic brain, and finally remembered what happened last night. He scratched his head embarrassedly: "Please trouble you."

"No trouble." Jiang Xu shook his head: "The toothbrush and towel are prepared for you. You should wash it quickly and I'll make breakfast."

It was about to go to work at nine o'clock, Xue Meng took a look at the time and jumped up to wash up.

His haggard face was reflected in the mirror, and there were still huge dark circles at the moment. He had a particularly strange dream last night. In the dream, a group of people kneeled and bowed to a statue of god, and made wishes to the statue of god very devoutly. The statue of god was also very evil, just like a living person, and he would still talk in his ears. In the dream, he didn't want to make a wish. When he was afraid that he didn't know what to do, Jiang Veng suddenly appeared and saved him.

I don’t know who won in the dream.

Xue Meng thought while brushing her teeth.

After washing up, Jiang Luan had cooked two bowls of dumplings for breakfast and asked him to come over and eat them.

Xue Meng sat down opposite him, while telling him the dream of last night; "...You don't know, that dream is the same as the real one, I remember the details very clearly. It's really scary. Fortunately, it's just a dream..."

After saying that, he ate a hot dumpling in one bite, which dispelled the coldness in his dream.

Jiang Qing held a glass of warm water, glanced at him and said slowly, "How do you know that what is in the dream is not true?"

"Damn it, early in the morning, don't tell horror stories."

Xue Meng's dumplings were scared, and the hot soup in the bowl splashed out, making him hissing.

He pulled the tissue to wipe his hands, but his movements suddenly stopped, staring at his empty wrists, as if he wanted to see the flower: "Where is my bracelet?"

He remembered that bracelet was still worn on his left hand during the dinner last night.

"There are some problems with the bracelet, and it has been handed over to the country." Jiang Qing said.

Xue Meng stared at his empty wrists, then went to see Jiang Qing, who was alive, and thought of the strange dream last night, and his face turned green.

"Last night, didn't you dream?"

Jiang Qing put down the empty water cup and said with a smile: "Guess."

Xue Meng really wanted to reply, guess or not, but he didn't dare. He thought this was a bit mysterious. According to the common routines in the novel, the characters who broke the casserole and asked the final questions would probably be lost after opening the door to the new world.

Xue Meng felt that he could not be this cannon fodder, and he wanted to work hard to achieve the finale.

Even the ancients said that it is rare to be confused. When it is time to be confused, you must be confused. This is great wisdom.

*

After breakfast, Xue Meng packed up the dishes and the two went out to work together.

The existence of the silhouette had already passed the road yesterday, and Jiang Qing took him to the unit openly today.

By the time the two of them arrived, there were only five minutes left before they went to work. Uncle Zhou’s tea had been brewed and Xiao Xiaoyu’s makeup was put on a complete set.

Seeing Jiang Lvang entering the door, Uncle Zhou waved his hand first, took out a cat nest woven from the side and handed it to him: "This is for you."

The cat's nest is hollow cylindrical, with a soft straw mat inside. It is obviously specially prepared for the sculpting.

"Thank you, Uncle Zhou."

Jiang Qing smiled in surprise. The cat nest looked simple, but when he held it in his hand, he could feel that the material was much better than what he bought on Taobao. He smiled so much that his eyes bent and couldn't help but say thank you again.

"The little things I made by myself are not worth the money. If the cat likes it, I will do it next time."

Jiang Qing let out a "ah" and placed the cat's nest under the window. The lazy morning light just crawled in from the window, covering the grassy yellow cat's nest in a warm light.

Without Jiang Qing's words, the squid crawled out of his bag and jumped to the top of the cat's nest. He showed great interest in the cat's nest. He first stepped on the top, then got into it, and put himself in a ball, his fluffy tail kept shaking, and a happy purr came from his throat.

Xiao Xiaoyu looked at her aunt with a smile on her face, and pulled out a pile of jerky meat from her bag and put it in the nest: "Here, I brought it to you specifically."

This is the jerky that Lion liked yesterday.

Shi Jian immediately meowed happily, came out of the nest, rubbing her head around her palm.

Before Xiao Xiaoyu could hold him, he ran to Uncle Zhou's feet with his little paws, stood up and slapped his knees and meowed twice to show his gratitude.

Uncle Zhou didn't know if he understood what he was meowing. He raised his hand and rubbed his head. His old face smiled into wrinkled orange peel. He reached out to touch it in his pocket and took out a pack of unknown jerky meat and handed it to him: "I'm so good, I'll reward you with another one."

The slinger swung his tail around him before he returned to his nest with the jerky meat in his mouth.

Looking at his younger brother surrounded by jerky meat, the smile on Jiang Xun's face never faded for a moment. He withdrew his gaze, turned on the computer, and started the next day's work with great energy.

Be familiar with the rules and regulations, and then help Xiao Xiaoyu sort out the form. When Jiang Qing stopped to take a break, it was already half past ten. Director Cheng didn't know when he came here and was explaining to him at Xue Meng's position. After saying that, he was about to leave, his eyes swept to Jiang Qing, turned to Xue Meng and said, "Take Xiao Jiang with him, let him get familiar with the work."

At the end of October, Jiangcheng will hold an international event. In order to cooperate with the event preparation, the street office will also start collecting community residents' information in advance.

Especially Hanyang District is far away from the city center, and its development is relatively lagging compared to other central areas, and the residents are more mixed. Therefore, Director Cheng told them to do a good job in investigations to avoid unstable factors affecting the construction of the competition area.

Xue Meng was obviously very experienced in this. He brought a thick stack of registration forms and carried a bag on his back. He asked Jiang Xu to go out together.

Information collection work is divided into districts, and they only need to be responsible for a few streets under the jurisdiction of the street office. Although the collection work is simple, it is very cumbersome and time-consuming. Jiang Qing followed Xue Meng to sweep the building from the nearest community.

The so-called building sweeping means knocking on the door and registering every floor, every house and door to door.

Xue Meng was responsible for knocking on the door door to door, confirming the information with the residents, and Jiang Qing was responsible for recording. When the two of them swept one building and moved to the next building, Xue Meng suddenly said nervously to Jiang Qing: "Did you see it?"

Jiang Qing:?

"What did you see?"

"Brake," Xue Meng raised his eyebrows, and his voice rose and immediately suppressed: "In the building we just swept, at least a dozen residents were wearing that kind of bracelet, and there were two or three wearing necklaces... I don't know if the rest were not worn or hidden in the clothes and couldn't see it."

Xue Meng had been communicating with residents before, but Jiang Qing didn't notice this. The building just now was Building 1 of this community. He frowned slightly: "Have you found bracelets or necklaces in the previous communities?"

Xue Meng shook his head: "I didn't see it."

After saying that, he looked at him carefully: "Didn't you say there is something wrong with the bracelet? There won't be any trouble when wearing it with so many people, right?"

Jiang Qing hesitated and said, "It shouldn't be."

He had reported to the bureau that as long as Ying Qiao's boss moves fast enough to capture the Tai Sui, there should be no problem.

Xue Meng felt a little panicked when he heard his uncertain tone, and asked carefully: "What should it mean? That is, something really is possible?"

"It's hard to say." Jiang Qing walked towards Building 2 with a stack of registration forms. Seeing that he was nervous, he spoke again and comforted him: "The main reason is that we are nervous and useless. The choice is in their own hands."

The beads left by Tai Sui will not directly harm people. The beads are just a medium. If these people themselves cannot withstand temptation and make a wish to cross the line to Tai Sui and eventually lose their lives, it can only be said that it is a cycle of cause and effect, and life should be like this.

What outsiders can do is to capture Tai Sui as soon as possible. But it does not mean that if you catch Tai Sui, those who have made wishes to Tai Sui will be safe and sound.

Make a wish is the cause, and the price is the result. Even if Tai Sui cannot charge the price personally at that time, the way of heaven will collect it for him.

People always have to pay the price for their foolish deeds.

Xue Meng remembered those people in the dream who made wishes with a fanatical expression, and vaguely understood what Jiang Qing meant. He remembered Jiang Qing's warning to him, and couldn't help but rub the goose bumps on his arms.

While speaking, I arrived at Building 2.

Xue Meng had no time to think about it anymore and stepped forward and knocked on the door of the first resident.

The person who came to open the door was a mean middle-aged woman. She vigilantly leaned over the door and spoke in a strong dialect Mandarin and asked, "What are you doing?"

Xue Meng showed her the work sign hanging around her neck: "Hello, we are clerks from Hanyang Street Office, who came to count the household information. What is your name? How many people live in the family?"

The middle-aged woman frowned and said impatiently: "Zhao Qunfang, I am the only one at home."

Xue Meng seemed not to notice her impatience and continued: "You still need to register your mobile phone number, please report it."

Zhao Qunfang reported another string of numbers: "Are you OK?"

Xue Meng was about to answer, but his lower back was suddenly poked by a pen. He paused and heard Jiang Qing ask: "On the afternoon of May 4th, was it you who called to report the 'wishes' jewelry store in Cultural Street? We have already investigated it in the store and did not find feudal superstitious activities or cult organizations."

Jiang Qing thought her voice was familiar just now, so she asked.

Zhao Qunfang's face changed, and a look of guilt and fear flashed in her eyes. She raised her hand and was about to close the door: "What did you say to report? It was not what I reported, I don't know."

Xue Meng understood Jiang Qing's meaning and quickly inserted it into the crack of the door. He smiled and asked, "Don't be afraid, we are not going to hold you accountable. But there was something else in that store. We want to ask if you can provide other clues?"

"I don't know, I don't know anything! If you make trouble, I'm going to call the police!"

Seeing Xue Meng asking repeatedly, Zhao Qunfang's face became even more ugly. She cursed in dialect and wanted to close the door regardless of it.

But the door was not closed. Just as Xue Meng was thrusting his feet out with difficulty, two police officers came over and asked, "Does Zhao Qunfang live here?"

Before Zhao Qunfang could speak, Xue Meng immediately answered for her: "Yes."

Seeing the police looking at them suspiciously, Jiang Qing quickly showed them the work sign: "Hello comrade policeman, we are clerks from Hanyang Street Office, who come to collect information about the community residents. Ms. Zhao had some misunderstandings about us just now."

Seeing the working sign, the police dispelled their suspicion, nodded slightly to the two of them, and then went forward to knock on the door.

Zhao Qunfang opened the door reluctantly, and his momentum was obviously not as strong as before: "What are you looking for me to do? I'm not illegal!"

The policeman showed her the officer's certificate and said, "Can you go in and talk? We have some things to prove to you about Li Chunhua's death."

Zhao Qunfang's eyes dodged: "I, I don't know anything."

The police showed her a printed copy of the information: "We found your chat record with her on Li Chunhua's mobile phone. Before Li Chunhua died, you contacted her the most frequently."

Zhao Qunfang was silent for a while, moved his footsteps after a while, and made way open the door, and said stiffly: "Come in, what do you want to ask?"
Chapter completed!