[Exorcism] Parallel Trap

When Mo walked into the medical department, he saw the head nurse rushing out of the ward aggressively.

"It's too messy! It's really too messy!" The head nurse seemed very excited, and her burly figure trembled a little.

"What's wrong?" Mo stopped her at the door of the ward.

"It's such a nonsense! Only rested for two days, and the injury hasn't healed yet, how dare you run around again..."

"Wait, who are you talking about?"

"It's Fu, you won't see anyone if you don't watch for a while." Although the head nurse looked fierce, her tone was clearly worried, "The wounded should just lie down and not move!"

Mo Wenyan was taken aback, and looked into the ward.The snow-white sheets were thrown aside, and the bed was empty.He looked down at the condolence item in his hand, and Mo didn't speak.

"Hurry up and get that girl back..."

"Forget it, let her go." Mo stopped the head nurse, "Maybe I want to walk around after being bored. You know that guy recovers quickly."

"How can this work! Her shoulder injury is not small, what if it gets worse." The head nurse said in a serious tone, "It's fine if you just walk around, but if you sneak away to do tasks again, it will be too messy."

"It's okay, it's okay," Mo patted the head nurse carelessly, as if he didn't want to make a fuss, "should be back soon, don't worry."

"But……"

"Okay, okay, go and do other things first." Mo waved his hand and interrupted the other party, "I'll go back first too, and I'll tell you if I see her."

The head nurse wanted to say something, but she didn't say anything while looking at the cheerful minister. In the end, she just sighed, and then strode towards another wounded man who dishonestly accepted the bandage and reprimanded him.

Mo weighed the bag of candied fruit in his hand, looked back at the empty hospital bed, and then gently closed the door.

An abandoned warehouse on the outskirts of the city.

"Hurry up, move these over there!" A man who looked like a supervisor stood by the door and gave orders with an iron rod.

The porters carried heavy bags of fertilizer, one by one, went to the wall to put them down, and stacked them together.A slightly thin worker swayed, and the sack on the top of his shoulder suddenly slipped down and fell to the ground with a snap.

This sound immediately drew another overseer's scolding.

"Damn, are you looking for death?!" As he said that, he stepped forward and kicked him hard, "Give me some quickness! You can't afford ten bad lives if you throw a little bit!"

The worker nodded in fright, and quickly got up trembling to carry the sack again.The supervisor looked down contemptuously, spat out the toothpick he was holding, cursed and turned around, and then saw a black shadow flashing behind the container.

"Who?!" The supervisor immediately became alert and asked sharply.

The black shadow moved and came out from the darkness, and the high-end black pearl leather shoes made a rustling sound as they stepped on the rough ground.

"Ti...Master Tiqi!" The moment he saw the opponent's purpose clearly, the overseer's arrogance disappeared without a trace, and he quickly apologized respectfully, "You, why do you have time to come here... ..."

"How are you doing?" The visitor put his hands in his suit pockets, scanning the stacks of goods in the warehouse.Another dozen or so supervisors were scattered all over the place to point fingers.

"Everything went according to plan, and it went smoothly!" The supervisor still hunched over, and whispered, "We are all very careful, so no one will notice."

"It's better that way, you..."

During the conversation, a worker next to him stepped on a stone and suddenly slid down. A bag of goods fell obliquely, rubbed against the man's shoulder, and fell at his feet.

The supervisor immediately became furious, and rushed forward with a lot of punches and kicks, cursing.

The man's face was tense, and there was a little sweat on his forehead. He frowned slightly and looked at the beaten person on the ground.

"I'm sorry! I'm...damn it!"

"I dug out your dog's eyes! How dare you tell Lord Tiqi..."

"Okay," the man stepped forward to stop the assailant, his face has returned to calm, "Have you checked the quality of these goods, right?"

"That's right, don't worry about that!" The supervisor immediately changed gears again, smiling flatteringly, "We dare not be lazy."

"Then let me test it," he said, pointing to the sack on the ground, "just take this bag and open it for me to have a look."

"what?"

"Is there a problem?" He asked condescendingly.

"Don't dare," the supervisor hurriedly responded, and then shouted at the person curled up on the ground, "Open it, hurry up!"

The man leaned over, took out a small bag from the opening, and weighed it.

Fine white powder, very light in texture, close to the smell, the smell of acetic acid is not heavy.As far as No. 4 heroin is concerned, the purity is already very high.

"It's all in good condition. Brothers have checked everything, so don't worry." The supervisor smiled and handed over a cigarette respectfully.

"No need. Try to avoid open flames here, you all should be careful." The man threw the sealed bag back and stood up.When the supervisor heard this, he responded quickly and put away the cigarette and lighter in his hand.

This is a big deal.

"Tiki" thought so.

This area is far away from the downtown area, the streets in the early morning are completely silent, and the old church that few people visit except homeless beggars, cats and dogs is also silent in this darkness.The intelligence bureau located below is another story.

The corridor was surprisingly quiet, but it wasn't that no one was busy.Looking at the black armbands on everyone's arms, the color of mourning made the rabbi feel the weight of the paper in his hand.

With mixed feelings, he looked at every familiar or unfamiliar face, and when he was about to walk to the technical department, he met Kanda.After habitually calling out his title and then habitually acting in self-defense, the rabbi remembered something.

"Did Siman tell you anything before?" After a pause, he added, "Or the pretending Siman later?"

"No," the other party replied briefly, "he hasn't looked for me."

"Is there anything missing?" The rabbi squeezed the document in his hand, "The higher-ups will explain the damage caused by Che Chasman, and all the staff will probably be questioned soon. Any suspicious signs can be mentioned."

Kanda thought for a while, his eyes seemed to be looking at an uncertain point ahead.

"No." After a while, he replied.Then go away.

Insignificant things are not a loss at all, and Kanda has never been a person who would take trivial matters to heart.But for some reason, something called an intuition flashed through my mind, but I didn't catch it.

The rabbi looked at the figure walking away, and stood still.

"Kanda also helped a lot this time." Mo's voice suddenly sounded from the side.

When the rabbi turned his head, he found that the person he was looking for had walked nearby at some point, and the clearly visible dark circles under his eyes showed how long he had slept.

"Well, we happened to be together at that time, so we called him."

"I didn't expect them to ambush some people. The time was short. Although no one was caught, fortunately you came back safely."

At that time, as soon as he realized that Siman might be someone from the enemy pretending to be someone from the enemy, he rushed out here against the clock.Thinking that Fu was almost besieged by three killers, Mo blamed himself a little.

"By the way, I happened to have something to ask you." The rabbi handed over the document in his hand, and said word by word, "The church's resolution on Siman came out."

"Resolution?" Mo Wenyan frowned, the word gave him a bad feeling.

Opening the file bag, clear black and white characters came into view, formatted official wording, with a bloody regiment emblem printed at the end.

The content is not much, simple and easy to understand, but it seems to be quite difficult to understand the meaning conveyed in it.The hoarse cry of the deceased before his death seemed so weak compared with the pale words.