I was framed for taking the civil service exam, so I joined the National Security Bureau

Chapter 174

The powerful music in the car suddenly stopped, and the melody that stopped abruptly was like a sharp sword, instantly pulling Zhang Xing's thoughts back from the abyss of memories.

"What's wrong? Why didn't the music play?"

Zhang Xing was a little surprised, frowned slightly, and asked Chihu in the driver's seat.

Chihu smiled, with a bit of honesty on his face: "Oh, I saw you squinting just now, as if you were going to sleep. I was just thinking about refreshing myself and forgot that we were taking turns driving. By the way, you should sleep for a while, and the music won't play."

Fortunately, Chihu's observation ability in terms of emotion is not strong, otherwise the sadness he just showed in his memories would be easily seen through. Zhou Xiaolin originally spent three months in the internship period in Group 3, and Chihu must have known her. Now he is going to the Sichuan restaurant to investigate. If he tells Chihu about Zhou Xiaolin's sacrifice, it may also affect his mood in performing the mission.

Zhang Xing shook his head casually, looking a little tired: "I'm not sleepy. If you are, I'll drive. You take a nap first."

Chihu smiled and shook his head. His smile was particularly bright in the sun: "How can it be possible? I have tried not to sleep for three days and three nights, and I was still energetic. Although it was quite tiring this time, I also took a nap in the green belt when I was looking for Lin Yingying in Taoyuan Community, which was considered to replenish some energy. Besides, with my physique, I can withstand more than you."

"I'm serious, Air, you should get some sleep. You are different from me. You have a good brain, think about a lot of things, and consume a lot of brain power."

Chihu's eyes were sincere and concerned, but Zhang Xing was not really sleepy. Although he had mutant eyes, his body functions had not changed significantly, but during this period of time, Zhang Xing could clearly feel that his physical and mental strength were constantly increasing.

It seemed that there was a mysterious power quietly nurturing in his body, allowing him to maintain a relatively good state in the face of fatigue and pressure.

However, seeing Chihu's kind advice, Zhang Xing nodded, chose to close his eyes and rest. He tried to calm his mind and temporarily forget the heavy past.

But he was suddenly awakened by Chihu after squinting for less than five minutes.

"What? Is there something?"

Zhang Xing was sleepy, with a hint of dissatisfaction in his tone of being disturbed. After opening his eyes, he saw that Chihu had stopped the car steadily and smiled at Zhang Xing with an awkward face, and there was a little embarrassment in that smile.

"Well, air, sorry, I have something to do."

Chihu scratched his head, with a hint of anxiety in his eyes.

Seeing Chihu suddenly stop the car, Zhang Xing's first reaction was: "What's the matter, did you eat too much barbecue and want to go to the toilet?"

Chihu hurriedly shook his head and explained: "That's not the case. I just want to call my girlfriend. I can call her while driving, but I think for safety reasons, you should drive and I'll call her and chat for a while. After I finish the call, we can switch back."

Zhang Xing looked a little surprised and subconsciously glanced at his phone. It was already past one in the morning. He couldn't help but mutter in his heart: It's so late, isn't your girlfriend sleeping?

But he just thought about it in his heart and didn't ask much. He just nodded and quickly switched to the driving seat.

Chihu went directly to the back seat. After Zhang Xing drove, he saw Chihu making a phone call through the rearview mirror, but it seemed that he made several calls and none of them were connected.

Chihu's expression gradually changed from expectation at the beginning to a little disappointed. His brows frowned slightly, and his hand holding the phone tightened unconsciously.

Chihu looked a little anxious. Zhang Xing, who was driving, hesitated for a moment, but couldn't help but persuade him: "It's so late, your girlfriend is probably asleep."

There was some concern and rational analysis in his tone.

Chihu, who was sitting in the back seat, shook his head very calmly, and his firm expression seemed to be absolutely sure of something: "No."

Zhang Xing couldn't help but feel curious when he heard this, and his doubts became stronger: "Why are you so sure?"

Chihu frowned slightly, and his eyes seemed a little melancholy, as if he was caught in some uneasy thoughts. After hesitating for a while, he still said frankly: "The house we rented has been dark all the time, which means she hasn't returned home yet."

His voice was slightly low, revealing a strong worry.

Zhang Xing was curious again, and there was a hint of doubt in his tone: "Hey, it's strange, you haven't been home for two or three days, how do you know that there is no one at home?"

Chihu said frankly again: "I secretly installed surveillance at home, just check the phone to know if there is anyone at home. "

Zhang Xing blinked his eyes and keenly noticed the key word "secretly", which means that Chihu's girlfriend didn't know that there was a surveillance camera at home.

Zhang Xing couldn't help but feel a complicated emotion in his heart. He was a little surprised by Chihu's behavior and worried about the current situation.

Chihu in the back seat was still making calls. Every time the notification tone of the missed call made his face even uglier. Fine beads of sweat gradually seeped out of his forehead, and the knuckles of the hand holding the phone turned white because of too much force.

Zhang Xing seemed to understand something, but he didn't seem to understand it. Seeing that Chihu's face was getting more and more worried, and his expression seemed to be shrouded by a heavy cloud, he stopped the car steadily and asked Chihu seriously:

"What's the matter? Are you so discouraged? "

Zhang Xing's eyes were full of concern and doubt, and his voice unconsciously rose a few points.

Chihu's performance was extremely rare. Although Chihu's mentality was not the best, he was always the kind of person who used the sky as a blanket and the ground as a blanket, and was free and unrestrained.

Zhang Xing was worried that he would affect the execution of the next mission, so he asked with concern.

Seeing this, Chihu hesitated for a moment, and looked like a child who had done something wrong, with a miserable look. His lips trembled slightly, as if he wanted to say something, but he seemed a little ashamed to speak, and his heart seemed to be struggling fiercely.

Zhang Xing was also very headache by him, and the blue veins on his forehead couldn't help jumping a few times, so Zhang Xing asked loudly: "What's the matter, is your house robbed?"

Zhang Xing's voice echoed in the small space inside the car, with eagerness and anxiety. Chihu was slightly stunned, and then said pitifully: "Brother, the situation may be more serious than the robbed house. "

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