Ding Ning cursed in his heart. The layout was almost the same as the underground interrogation room of the National Security Agency. The designer was probably the same person.
However, the place was heavily guarded with all kinds of electronic surveillance equipment. Ding Ning did not dare to be careless. He kept the Magic Mosquito back into his body, afraid that the radar surveillance system would discover its existence.
"Changan, did you bring him back?"
Xie Changan walked through the tunnel and greeted people along the way. He finally came to an office and knocked on the door. A middle-aged man in a suit who looked like a leader opened the door and asked.
"Yes, Chief Zhang!"
Xie Changan hesitated for a moment and whispered a few words into the man's ear. Although his voice was soft, Ding Ning could hear it clearly. Xie Changan was telling Chief Zhang that he knew Seven Kills and the others.
Chief Zhang looked at Ding Ning in surprise and nodded slightly to show that he understood. He then waved his hand and walked out. "I'll make a call first. You guys bring him in first."
Ding Ning guessed that he was going to contact Seven Kills or Luo Zhicheng to verify the truth of what he said.
"Brother Ding, I'm sorry. I have to trouble you to wait inside for a while!"
Xie Changan ordered the buzz cut man to take off Ding Ning's blindfold and opened an alloy door in the office. He said to Ding Ning apologetically.
Ding Ning keenly noticed that the buzz cut man and the buzz cut man had their hands on their waists ready to pull out their guns at any time. He knew that they were afraid that he would hurt someone. He pretended to rub his eyes as if he was not used to the light and smiled nonchalantly. "Brother Xie, you're too kind. There's nothing to feel bad about. Since I'm here, I'll definitely cooperate with you!"
Since he was already here, Ding Ning took the initiative to walk into the room and looked around curiously. This was a room similar to a prison cell. The room was extremely simple and crude. In addition to a table, a chair, and a wire bed, there was only a urinal and a sink. The floor and the surrounding walls were all made of alloy, which looked extremely solid. It should be specially designed to prevent martial artists from escaping.
"Then I have to trouble you to wait inside for a while. I still have something to do, so I'll go now!"
Xie Changan smiled awkwardly. After Ding Ning nodded, he turned to walk out of the room and closed the alloy door.
Ding Ning took out his mobile phone, wanting to tell his sister that he was safe, but after taking out his mobile phone, he found that there was no signal here. However, thinking about it, it was normal. The office of the Seventeenth Department was so secretive, how could they not block the mobile phone signal?
Putting away his phone, Ding Ning crossed his legs and lay on the wire bed in boredom. He had thought that Chief Zhang would quickly verify what he said and come to interrogate him or let him go, but he didn't expect that no one would come. The room was so quiet that it made him panic.
This made him a little impatient. He stood up and knocked on the door, but he didn't expect that the alloy door looked light, but it was actually extremely thick. No matter how he knocked, no one answered.
Ding Ning's face gradually became gloomy. He didn't know what the Seventeenth Department meant, and he really wanted to break the door and rush out. But after thinking that it was a murder case involving hundreds of people, even if he had a friendship with the National Warrior's Mansion, it would not be so easy to settle it. If he rushed out by force, it would be an open confrontation with the state's violence.
After thinking about it again and again, he could only helplessly lie back on the bed and continue to wait. As he waited and waited, his eyelids gradually became heavy, and he actually fell asleep.
He didn't know how long he had slept. When the door opened again and a few people came in, Ding Ning woke up. He looked at the leader with sleepy eyes and asked with a confused face, "Qisha, why are you here?"
"Brother, I'm sorry to keep you waiting. As soon as I received a call from Chief Zhang, I immediately took a helicopter and rushed here. Sorry for troubling you!"
Qisha came forward and gave Ding Ning a bear hug. He blamed him and said, "Don't you have the Wushuang Token? Why didn't you take it out? Aren't you asking for trouble? "
"How would I know what this thing is used for? You didn't tell me."
Ding Ning curled his lips and took out Xiang Tiange's Wushuang Token like magic. He tossed it in his hand, which made the faces of Chief Zhang and others who were standing respectfully behind Qisha change.
Qisha rolled his eyes, grabbed it, and put it away. Seeing Ding Ning's face change, he hurriedly threw another one to him. "Here, this is what your master asked me to give to you. You are the only disciple of the Third Uncle Master. Why do you always have the Seventh Uncle Master's Wushuang Token?"
The faces of Chief Zhang and others changed again, and cold sweat appeared on their foreheads. They looked at Ding Ning with awe. Others might not know, but how could they not know that only three of the 13 guardians were still alive, and the one who was the most famous and the current master of the National Warrior's Mansion, who was called Country Guarding Martial Lord, was the third guardian, Xiahou Weiyang. Now the disciple of Wu Hou was caught by them. How could they not be terrified?
Especially Xie Changan, he almost cried and trembled. He thought, "Why didn't you tell me earlier that you have such a powerful background?" If he had said this earlier, forget about killing more than five hundred sect members, even if he killed five thousand, no one would dare to do anything about it. Forget about saying nonsense like a prince committing the same crime as a commoner when he broke the law. No matter which dynasty it was, there would always be a small group of people who had the right to stand above all others, and Ding Ning was undoubtedly one of them.
Ding Ning looked at the Wushuang Token with Xiahou Weiyang's name on it and smiled bitterly in his heart. He did not want Xiahou Weiyang to be his master, but now he had a murder case, and this Wushuang Token was his protective talisman. He had to accept this big gift. He squeezed out a stiff smile and said, "Thank my master for me."
"Since you are here today, I will do what I didn't do last time when I wanted to come to Ninghai but changed my route at the last minute!"
Qisha winked at Ding Ning and smiled cunningly, which gave Ding Ning a bad feeling.
"Let me introduce you first. This is Zhang Heping, the deputy director of the Ninghai branch of the Seventeenth Department!"
Qisha grinned smugly and said, "He is also the disciple of our eldest senior brother, Tanlang. In fact, he should call you junior uncle!"
"Zhang Heping greets junior uncle!"
Zhang Heping immediately stepped forward and bowed to Ding Ning respectfully with his hands folded.
Ding Ning was startled. He did not expect that Zhang Heping would be Tanlang's disciple at such an old age. He had become Tanlang's Youngest Martial Uncle, which made him feel like he was dreaming. He quickly waved his hand and said, "Director Zhang, you can't do that!"
"Why not? The seniority is here. It can't be messed up."
Qisha crossed his arms and curled his lips lazily.
"Yes, Third Uncle is right. You are the only disciple of Wu Hou Martial Granduncle. The seniority cannot be messed up!"
Zhang Heping smiled awkwardly and said respectfully.
"Uh! We are all on the same side. No need to be so polite! "
Ding Ning knew that Qisha was helping him, so he laughed awkwardly and awkwardly.
"Junior brother, do you know why I came to Ninghai last time?"
Qisha had just called him brother, but now he followed Ding Ning's advice and called him junior fellow apprentice, which made Ding Ning feel that he was forced to do something. He rolled his eyes and said, "How would I know?"
"You are the disciple of Third Uncle, so you don't know much about our sect. Let me tell you this. The Seventeenth Department is a martial arts law enforcement agency under the National Warrior's Mansion. It is responsible for mediating disputes between martial artists and investigating cases committed by martial artists. It has the right to arrest and try martial artists who violate the martial arts regulations. Some time ago, the director of the Ninghai branch, Wang Bochuan, had an old injury and retired early. I came to Ninghai last time to announce the new appointment, but I didn't expect that something happened and delayed it. Today I can announce it by the way!"
Qisha suddenly looked serious. He took out a document and opened it. "The new appointment of the National Warrior's Mansion!"
"Whoosh!"
In Ding Ning's astonishment, the staff of the Seventeenth Department led by Zhang Heping all knelt on one knee, cupped their hands as if they were greeting the leader of the martial arts circle, and listened with their heads bowed.
"Order No. 1 of the Central Bureau, after the approval of the National Warrior's Mansion, Zi specially appointed Comrade Ding Ning as the director of the Ninghai branch of the Seventeenth Department. Deputy Director Zhang Heping, Deputy Director Gu Jianyang, and Deputy Director Chu Ziqiao will assist him to carry out daily work and maintain the order of the martial artists in Ninghai. …"
Seven Kills read out the words eloquently, which made Ding Ning speechless. What the f * ck? I'll be the director of the Seventeenth Department? Damn it, have you asked for my opinion? "
When Ding Ning was about to strongly oppose it, Qisha seemed to know what he was going to say and transmitted his voice to him in time. "Junior brother, don't say that we don't help you, but you can't refuse it. You have more than 500 murder cases on you now. This is not a joke. If you don't accept this appointment, you will definitely be in big trouble. But if you become the director of the Ninghai branch of the Seventeenth Department and have privileges, that matter will not be a problem. Think about it carefully."
Ding Ning roared crazily in his heart. He wanted to slap Qisha so hard that he couldn't even pull him off the wall. But the situation was stronger than him. After all, he had made a mistake and the Seventeenth Department had something on him. If he didn't agree, he would definitely be in big trouble. What's more, this appointment was approved by the big shots of the Central Bureau. He had to agree!
Thinking of this, Ding Ning wanted to cry but had no tears. He said, "Okay, I'll do it!"
"That's right!"
Qisha smiled happily and put his arm around Ding Ning's shoulder as if they were good brothers.
"But …"
Ding Ning suddenly changed his mind and began to negotiate. "But you also know that I'm the director of the College of Traditional Chinese Medicine Anaesthesia, the medical consultant of Changjiang Hospital, and also the consultant of the Criminal Investigation Corps. I usually have a lot of things to do. How can I have so much time to come to work? Don't blame me for being absent and delaying the work of the bureau!"
"Junior brother, don't worry about this. Our Seventeenth Department is actually very idle. We only need to show up when we encounter a case. Heping and the others are responsible for the daily work. You can come when you have time. If there's no time, don't come. If there's anything, they will call and report to you!"
Qisha made a promise to Ding Ning, taking on all responsibilities.
"That's right, Martial Uncle. Usually, there isn't much to do in our station, unless there are some supernatural cases or cases involving martial artists. Only then will we be involved. Two or three cases a year are already considered a lot."
Zhang Heping also advised respectfully.
"Okay then! You don't have to tell me about the small things you can solve. If you really encounter something difficult to deal with, then let me know. "
Ding Ning nodded in satisfaction. Then, he thought of something and said excitedly, "By the way, if you encounter any supernatural cases, be sure to let me know in time!"
He still hadn't made any progress with the Nine Ghosts and 13-needle Technique. He now only had one ghost head, and he still lacked eight. He was worried about where to catch ghost heads. Now, with the platform of the Seventeenth Department, he might be able to catch a new ghost.
"Junior Uncle, you can catch ghosts?"
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