Chapter 103 Reality

"The Quan family, the scope of their influence is too wide, including medical care, transportation, beauty, real estate, education...ah, moving the headquarters to Gujiang will inevitably encounter local snakes."

Tang Junyi entered Gu Jiang's temporary office.

The headquarters of the Special Bureau of Investigation has just moved in and has not been fully renovated, so I have been busy "moving" these past two days, and I only have time to look at the information today.

"Quan Lin, the grandson of the chairman of Quan Group...but it seems that this old man has many sons and grandsons."

The Furukawa Quan family.

A prominent family during the Republic of China, it later declined and transformed, and now it has become the number one listed group in Gujiang City (formerly).

Now the old man is in charge of the family. He has three sons in total. One is dead, one has not been home all year round, and one has failed to live up to expectations. The next generation is Quan Lin, with two grandsons and one granddaughter.

However, there were three grandsons in the past, but later it was discovered that they were a cuckold. For a while, the family tree was changed to stop the scandal, and the company's shares were affected and fluctuated. The old man was so angry that he almost burped.

"There is so little information about Quan Heng. Is she an illegitimate daughter? Uh... an adopted daughter?"

Tang Junyi looked at the pitiful half piece of paper in his hand and frowned, "What's going on?"

Most of the half-sheet of paper is filled with medical records from the investigation, and there is also a vague traffic accident disability record from the police station. There is not even information on compulsory education. Don't you want to go to school?

So how did Quan Heng get to where he is now?

"It seems that it would be better to check Wugang's information directly..." Tang Junyi murmured.

[Channel News: The professional player you are following - Quan Heng has opened a new map and organized a group to start! You can click to check the coordinates of the transmission port of the viewing platform! 】

"Viewing platform coordinates: District 5-No. 3"

Quan Heng entered the map?

Tang Junyi buttoned up the information, and just as he was about to land in Bianyu, an emergency gathering sounded outside the gate——

"Attention, Task Force, attention, Task Force!"

A serious female voice echoed in the corridor:

"The "Fashion Ballet Editorial Department" in Furue City is suspected of being contaminated. The pollution level detected is "Dark". Please go to the task force immediately! "

"The "Fashion Ballet Editorial Department" in Fujiang City is suspected of being contaminated, and the pollution level detected is "Dark"..."

Along with the alarm, the noise of the assembly sounded outside the door——

Tang Junyi cursed lowly.

Now that the captain is away, he must take on the responsibility of leading the team.

Tang Junyi clutched her cell phone, grabbed her uniform from the hanger, put it on her body, and ran quickly to the meeting place!

"Gather! Go to the editorial department!"

——

Half an hour later, the editorial office.

"Ah sneeze!"

Tang Junyi covered his nose and sneezed, and gently waved the dust floating in the air with his leather-gloved hand.

"Why does it smell like ink in here?"

"This place was originally used for printing newspapers." The patrol team scanned the abandoned warehouse with a detector. The editor-in-chief of "Fashion Ballet" stood at the entrance of the warehouse and wiped his sweat nervously, "But it was abandoned two years ago. ”

"You haven't used it for two years?" Tang Junyi smiled without emotion, "Your company is really rich."

The editor-in-chief pursed his lips, and was too afraid to say anything under his cold gaze.

"Didi-didi-"

The alarm sounds.

"Deputy Tang, we found it." A team member from a testing team straightened up.

Tang Junyi immediately walked towards the source of the alarm: "Where?"

The team member stepped aside slightly, and the instrument made a loud sound against the ground: "It should be down here."

Tang Junyi squatted down, curled up his index finger and tapped the floor lightly, and sure enough he heard a slightly higher-pitched sound.

"It's empty," Tang Junyi stood up and ordered, "Pry it open for me!"

Almost the moment he gave the order, the editor-in-chief outside the door turned pale and just took a step to retreat.

"Editor Sun, where are you going?"

The corners of Tang Junyi's lips curved slightly, but his eyes were still cold.

Sun Wangde stuttered for a moment, and then said nervously under his gaze: "I, I'll go bring you some water to quench your thirst."

"No, we're not thirsty." Tang Junyi said politely, smiling, "Just stay here for a while, I'll ask you if I have anything to answer later - if Chief Editor Sun is tired, sit down for a while instead of standing. "

After he finished speaking, the two team members guarding the door stepped behind Sun Wangde. One of the teammates stretched out his hand and made a "please" gesture, "Please, Editor Sun."

Sun Wangde's lips trembled and he sat down on the chair with a gray complexion.

"Deputy Tang, it's open."

The team member carefully took away the sawing tool and moved the lifted floor tiles: "It's a hidden grid."

Tang Junyi squatted down and took away the black cloth covering the floor. What was placed in the dark compartment was a black porcelain cup.

There was a bronze mirror placed under the porcelain Gu, but it was already broken.

"This is……"

Tang Junyi frowned. He was now more sensitive to these mirror-related containment items than normal alien bodies. "Give me the detector."

The team member handed him the testing equipment——

"Didi-didi-"

Before they even got close, the shrill siren raised its pitch again.

"Bring the equipment immediately!" Tang Junyi's face changed slightly, "Use the "Vlam" containment method. "

Tang Junyi raised his eyes and looked at the anxious editor, "What is this?"

"I, I don't know, I don't know!" Sun Wangde trembled and shook his head.

"Really? It seems that Editor-in-Chief Sun is not very candid - that's okay."

Tang Junyi sneered: "Please invite Chief Editor Sun back to the bureau for some tea. But I don't care about human rights when dealing with scum."

"No, no, no, I say! I say!"

Sun Wangde looked at the team members who surrounded him, his face changed drastically, and he said in panic: "This is a bone cup! This is a bone cup!"

"Bone cup?" Tang Junyi's eyelids jumped, "What bone cup?!"

"Yes, it is a cup made of the bones of a woman who died of dystocia..."

Sun Wangde shrank under Tang Junyi's gaze, and immediately tried to prove his innocence in a panic.

"This, this is not my doing! It was sent by our partner! It was sent by that woman to suppress the ghost!"

"Which partner?!" Tang Junyi said in a deep voice, suppressing his anger.

"Yes, yes..."

Sun Wangde had a sad face and gritted his teeth to confess:

"——It was Wen Xiran, the president of Modern Rose."