Zhang Hui looked at a small notebook in front of him.
The requirements of the target were recorded in the notebook.
First: Demand that the relevant parties be held accountable.
Second: The relevant parties must give an explanation.
Third: Ensure that similar things do not happen again.
Zhang Hui swallowed his saliva.
As the Minister of Internal Affairs, he was too familiar with the format of these requirements.
Ultimatum!
That was the ultimatum!
There was no doubt about the subtext.
Pursue the responsibility of the relevant parties (if you can't pursue it, I will pursue it). The relevant parties must give an explanation (if you can't give it, I will give it!). Must ensure that similar things do not happen again (if it happens again, I can't guarantee that there won't be any accidents!).
Other than the fact that there was no deadline, this was almost the original text of an ultimatum issued by the Ministry of Foreign Affairs of the Federal Empire to a foreign country.
Generally speaking, once this kind of ultimatum was issued.
It was equivalent to the Federal Empire entering a wartime mobilization system.
The huge army, navy, and air force gathered.
All the railguns on the synchronous orbit entered the awakening charging mode.
All the strategic weapons of the strategic forces entered the firing state.
If the other party could not give a satisfactory answer within the specified time, the war would be unstoppable.
Although the Federal Empire had not issued such an ultimatum for almost two hundred years.
However, this diplomatic format was still easily discernible by everyone.
So...
Zhang Hui swallowed his saliva.
His eyes seemed to see the monsters in the fog gathering under the orders of their master.
On the ceiling, under the floor, in the cracks in the walls, on the bookshelves.
One by one, terrifying and strange things crawled at the feet of that person.
He sat on the empty and sacred throne, looking down at the world.
Between his fingers, he pinched the fragile and innocent planet.
The fire in his eyes had already jumped out and wrapped around the innocent planet.
"Survival or destruction?!"
"Please choose!"
Once the answer was no.
Countless monsters swarmed out of their nests.
The entire world fell apart.
No inch of land could be spared.
No living creature could escape.
That was almost certain for the future.
Zhang Hui knew very well because he had faced the terrifying nest of the fog head-on.
He had also witnessed his great power with his own eyes.
Two sentences... and they were two sentences that had gone through layers of protection and filtering, and they almost made him doomed.
With a gentle sweep of the phone, his soul was reserved.
That was an unheard of ability.
It was also an unimaginable power.
He raised his head and looked at the officer in front of him.
This police officer was just an ordinary person, but he had some understanding of the affairs of the Blackguard.
Therefore, his seemingly burly body was restless as he sat on the chair.
"Does he have any other requests?" Zhang Hui tried to make his tone as calm as possible.
"Reporting, sir!" The police officer immediately saluted and reported, "After that young master heard that the suspect was dead, he calmly told me that since he had already paid the price, I will not pursue his responsibility!"
"Hmm?" Zhang Hui frowned.
"Not long after I left …" The police officer immediately added, "I received a call from that young master. He asked me to anonymously apologize to the deceased's parents, wife, and children, and donate 4,444 RMB anonymously …"
"4,444 RMB?" Zhang Hui's heart skipped a beat, and his legs trembled because of this number.
Because he recalled what the forensic doctor had said. "It has been confirmed that the frequency of these spiritual disturbances is related to some kind of curse …"
Perhaps, its descendants and ancestors were cursed as well.
Although he did not know the type of curse …
But he was sure that they would die miserably!
So … that person still said these words even though he knew the fate of the werewolf. Did he mean something else?
4444？ Dead, dead, dead?
Or it could be understood as: My patience is limited.
Do you see those wolf cubs?
Do you want to be like them?
If you do, don't listen to me.
Zhang Hui finally stopped hesitating.
He said to the burly police officer, "Thank you for your hard work! Please leave! "
The other party saluted Zhang Hui, then turned around and left.
Zhang Hui watched him leave.
Then, he picked up a red phone on the table and dialed.
"I'm Zhang Hui!" He said, "Pick up the Ministry of Foreign Affairs!"
After a while, the voice of the Ministry of Foreign Affairs' liaison officer came from the other end of the phone.
Zhang Hui gave his order coldly.
… …
Ling Ping 'an closed the shop before nine o' clock.
The main reason was that he was worried that a murder case would have a bad impact.
If the neighbors found out, it would affect the valuation of the bookstore.
Although he had no intention of selling it.
But …
The value of real estate was the same as the number in the bank card of the rich.
Just looking at it was very satisfying.
At least, with the valuation, Ling Ping 'an could safely classify himself as a middle class.
He wasn't a rice worm who relied on the Federal Empire's allowance to eat and wait to die.
After locking the shutter door, Ling Ping 'an sighed, "Fortunately, it's evening … There's no one around …"
"Fortunately, the police officer came and left quickly!"
"Otherwise, the neighbors would probably know that I killed someone …"
"Hurry up and clean it up!" He said, "Otherwise, if there are blood stains and customers come tomorrow, wouldn't it be terrible?!"
Therefore, he prepared to find a mop and detergent to clean the blood stains on the ground.
Anyway, the police officers had already left.
They didn't tell him to protect the scene.
But when he walked to the counter, he was stunned.
The ground was very clean.
There was no trace at all, not to mention blood stains.
"Hmm?" Ling Ping 'an scratched his head. He began to recall what happened in the evening.
He remembered very clearly that the foreigner had bled a lot.
"Could it be that the police officer helped me clean it up?" He asked.
That was the only explanation.
Thinking about it carefully, only those professionals could completely clean up the bloodstains.
Therefore, the young bookstore owner was as happy as an eight-year-old child.
…..
In the hinterland of the Land of Qin.
In the depths of a hidden mountain, an ancient castle stood in the canyon.
It was late at night.
The hall of the castle was pitch-black and extremely quiet.
There were only oil lamps burning on the chairs.
There were a total of thirteen chairs.
They were arranged in a ring shape in this vast hall.
But for some reason, the oil lamp on one of the chairs had been extinguished.
The oil lamp fell to the ground and shattered.
A crow flew in from the window of the castle.
It circled the entire hall.
Suddenly, it saw something.
It immediately screamed, "The life lamp is extinguished! The life lamp is extinguished! "
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