When Zhiqing entered the room, he noticed that Zhong Hansheng's expression was uncertain. Although he still received them in the usual way, his smile was very different from before, it was dry and stiff.

Both the guest and the host made polite remarks and sat down one after another before going straight to the topic and asking questions.

Liu Wengen's standing position has changed today. He has been standing behind Zhong Hansheng without saying a word. Behind him is a narrow passage that leads to the kitchen and a simple balcony.

Zhiqing had already made up his mind about Zhong Hansheng's question. He smiled calmly and said: "Old Zhong is really good at knowing things. We came to you this time just to find out. I felt very strange that I was beaten that day.

I remember that you took me to Donghua Village in the first place. You took Zhong Kui to help him recover his memory. You agreed that we had to go to Menling Village. Why did someone deliberately stop me? Why did you beat someone innocently? And Zhong Kui.

Kui disappeared again."

"Is there such a thing? Why didn't I know?" Zhong Hansheng said with a surprised look on his face.

"You haven't heard yet?" Zhiqing asked in a questioning tone.

"I really don't know, grandma, I don't know which bastard did it. If I find out, I will have to peel off his skin."

"I'm just wondering why I came to ask you."

"Well, are you sure Zhong Kui is missing?" Zhong Hansheng said with a pair of bubbly eyes and a complicated expression that sounded like he believed it or not.

Zhiqing nodded, stared at the other person intently, and said, "I'm sure."

"Will he be beaten to death? Where is he still?" A person's life and death seemed like a piece of grass in Zhong Hansheng's eyes, popping out of his mouth lightly and skillfully. His expression was not nervous at all because of Zhong Kui's disappearance, but instead

Highlighting the look of relief.

"Uh! I didn't think of that, poor kid."

"I can ask people to help you investigate, but I can't guarantee Zhong Kui's life or death. Besides, you all know that a murder and robbery occurred in the south gate last week. The murderer has not been caught yet. This Zhong Kuiwan

Is there any life left in the hands of this murderer after being knocked down? Oh, it is so true, just die! This world will be liberated after death." Now Zhong Hansheng corrected his master's posture, looked at Zhiqing and asked.

When talking about the topic of life and death, the countless people who died due to various reasons after each exercise repeatedly appeared in his mind.

Zhong Hansheng's heart has become numb, and he seems to have no sense of the value of life and death.

"Alas!" Zhiqing raised his head and looked at Liu Wengen behind Zhong Hansheng.

Wengen quietly gave Zhiqing an OK gesture.

Zhiqing understood, stood up apologetically, stretched out his hands and held them in disgust but helplessly, saying: "I'm sorry to bother you. Although Zhong Kui and I are not related, I also hope that the Minister of Arms will check it out.

The spirit in heaven comforts this child.”

Zhiqing and Liu Wengen hurriedly walked out of Zhong Hansheng's place.

"Did you get it?"

"got it."

Zhiqing and the others were on the front foot, while Zhong and Hansheng were as busy as ants on a hot pot.

He took out a hot compress towel and tried to smooth the pinch mark on his wife's neck. After wiping it several times, the bruise became more obvious.

Zhong Hansheng, who was sweating profusely after being busy for a while, could not continue to spend time like this. He stood up suddenly, picked up his wife's body and walked to another room.

After a while, Zhong Hansheng went out. He pretended to be calm and pedaled the car all the way to the north. Scattered light rain began to fall in the sky, and the ground was moist, giving people a refreshing feeling.

Three or five men wearing eye-catching red armbands greeted the Minister of Arms with words of compliments.

After wandering around outside, Zhong Hansheng went to Zhang San's house.

Zhang San went to play poker too late last night, and he was still sleeping in at the moment.

Zhang San is as lustful as his boss, but he doesn't have the guts to steal. If he doesn't have the guts to steal, he just has an erotic dream.

Zhang San also likes the beauty who is clinging to the Minister of Arms, but he can't go beyond the boundaries to hook up with her. He can't hook up in reality, but he can definitely hook up in a dream!

Zhang San hugged this beauty and pushed his body forward. He felt a pleasant and comfortable feeling, and his body seemed to be flying lightly.

There was a heavy knock on the door, waking up Zhang San from his spring dream.

Zhang San was angry at the uninvited guest outside the door and said rudely: "Grandpa, who came to disturb my dream so early?"

"Zhang San, open the door for me." The wooden door was a bit shabby and could not be turned off. Zhong Hansheng outside could clearly hear that this boy was cursing his mother!

At first glance, it was his immediate superior who was shouting. How could Zhang San dare to neglect and quickly put on his clothes? When he turned over and got up, he glanced at the mucus sprayed out from his crotch, wrinkled his nose and picked up the pair of shoes with athlete's foot.

The socks with dirt were wiped all over.

Zhang San opened the door in a panic, poked out his face with messy hair from the crack in the door, looked at the minister at the door with a smile and said, "That's good, I'm getting dressed."

"It's nothing. I was passing by you, and suddenly I remembered the pair of shoes I forgot to bring you. I have a meeting at nine o'clock. I'll see if I can get them. Why don't you go get them yourself."

Mentioning the pair of Jiefang shoes, Zhang San fantasized about the feeling of wearing the shoes on his feet. Half a month ago, Zhong Hansheng promised to give him the pair of Jiefang shoes, which were not old and new.

Zhang San waited for a long time, and finally waited for this day.

He couldn't just let him slip away what he had finally waited for. Thinking of this, Zhang San had no reason not to agree. It would be a pity if the minister regretted it after the meeting.

"Minister, why don't you write a few words for me so that I can take it with me and show it to my sister-in-law, so she won't embarrass me."

"You kid, okay!" Zhong Hansheng agreed readily, not bothering to enter Zhang San's room. He just posted the paper on the wooden door, casually wrote a few words that Zhang San didn't recognize at all, handed it to him and turned around.

left.

Zhang San was overjoyed and pedaled all the way to the minister's house. He shouted several times but no one answered, so he tried to push the door. As a result, the door actually opened.

Zhong Hansheng received a notice at the Ministry of Armed Forces office that his lover died tragically at home and a thief was caught at the scene.

By coincidence, the person who caught Thief was Zhang San. Because Thief was subject to a deportation search, he had nowhere to hide and was hungry, so he hid in a dark place and ended up pushing away the home of the Minister of Arms.

Tou'er was detained by Zhang Sanbo and sent to the Armed Forces Department. There was no police station at that time.

What's even more coincidental is that this thief is none other than the fugitive who killed the old farmer.

This man who killed someone for three yuan and a few cents argued hard for the reason for his murder during the interrogation, which is worth thinking about.

"I didn't want to kill him. Who told him not to take out the money honestly? He was just dawdling there. I was so angry that I gave him a knife. As a result of the search, I found that there was very little money."
Chapter completed!