Forty-seven Heartfelt Voices In an instant, it seemed as if a strong electric current rushed into Tang Peng's mind and quickly flowed throughout his body. Tang Peng trembled all over, and an indescribable feeling traveled back and forth in his body. He frowned.

I frowned and wanted to think about what was going on, but I couldn't figure it out...

"What's wrong?" Tao Ran noticed something strange about Tang Peng and looked him up and down.

Tang Peng struggled to hold his forehead with his palms, shook his head vigorously, and tried to recover:

"I don't know either... My heart felt tense just now, something seemed to have happened... And, for some reason, I felt vaguely excited..."

Seeing this, Wan Li hurriedly came over to help Tang Peng to a dry place to sit and rest. Tang Peng gently shook his hand to indicate that he was fine. What was strange was that Chen Xi's heart trembled when Tang Peng said this after passing by.

But then he felt an inexplicable sense of relief. Tao Ran looked at Chen Xi, then at Tang Peng, and shrugged his shoulders for no apparent reason:

"By the way, Tang Peng, what do you mean by the 'voice' that the girl named Xiaoshuang we were talking about said before the break? Do you have any clues about her?"

Tang Peng suddenly raised his head, startling everyone around him. Then he buried his face lightly and shook his head gently. Chen Xi pressed his index finger on his forehead and thought for a while, then frowned slightly:

"Li Han's reaction at that time was very abnormal. The yelling seemed to attract people on purpose..."

"Yes, I thought there was something wrong with Li Han at that time. Could it be that...he is an undercover agent?" Wan Li hurriedly joined in. He had always wanted to discuss it with Tang Peng and the others, but he just couldn't understand what they were saying.

What? "And Xiaoshuang was still holding the button on Li Han's hat tightly when he died... In fact, I have suspected him for a long time. How can anyone be willing to be a free labor force? Although he looked old

He's still young, but we can't rule out his suspicion, and maybe he is the 'god' that 'Wuying' says!"

Chen Xi and Tao Ran looked at each other, and both of them smiled. Tang Peng also smiled and patted Wan Li's shoulder based on his feeling:

"Although you have the suspicion of everything that a detective should have, don't ignore the value of 'trust' because of this. Li Han has no problem with him. Although his character is a bit... But overall he is still a good person.

Child...that's right..."

"Teacher, why do you always defend him?" Wan Li was obviously a little dissatisfied. He was angry when he thought about Li Han quarreling with him as the successor of the detective agency. However, he could only calm down and said, "Is it possible that the teacher is really planning to replace him in the future?"

The detective society gave him..."

Tang Peng faced him, smiled and shook his head gently:

"You will know in the future...when you become close partners..."

"... Impossible! With that kind of self-righteous and 'precocious puberty' brat... I, a famous detective in the future world, will 100% be held back by him... and we are still intimate...

.....Just thinking about it..." Wan Li shuddered and shook goosebumps on his body.

The rest of the people laughed, and there was still light rain falling in the sky, falling gently on Tang Peng's face. Tang Peng raised his head slightly, and scenes of the past reappeared in his mind. For some reason, a smile appeared this time.

...

"By the way, Tang Peng, does Xiao Shuang's death have something to do with the identity of that 'god'?" Chen Xi suddenly asked.

Everyone present was stunned for a moment, except Tang Peng, who seemed to have not heard anything and continued his memories with his eyes closed. After a long time, he calmly lowered his head:

"Maybe so..."

Chen Xi looked at him, shrugged helplessly, turned around and said to Tao Ran:

"There is a very strange question. Why did the Thousand-Faced Demon have to force Xiao Shuang to death? Doing so would not be beneficial to him who was disguised as Chang Jing at the time. Instead, it might expose his identity. So,

There is only one explanation. Xiao Shuang knows something that he shouldn't know, and it is very likely that he is the identity of a god..."

"Yes!" Tao Ran nodded, biting his thumb and thinking, "Xiao Shuang was actually not dead after Sui Binxi walked out of the room. Li Han came in later and saw Xiao Shuang struggling to death. Ordinary people would definitely scream, but Li Han

At any rate, he could be regarded as half a little detective. He did not panic at this time. He calmly prepared to go out and call someone in to rescue Xiao Shuang. However, Xiao Shuang tried his best to stop him and used his last strength to leave a clue. Very soon.

It might be about 'gods', but unfortunately Li Han didn't hear clearly what Xiao Shuang said at that time, and only heard two words 'voice of the heart'. In order to tell Tang Peng that there were important clues left in Li Han, Xiao Shuang decided to

Li Han pulled off the button of Li Han's hat with force. Seeing that there was no way to save Xiao Shuang, Li Han gave up the idea of ​​saving her. Then when he calmed down, he immediately thought that the person who killed Xiao Shuang could only be 'Chang Jing'. In order to

To keep the clues he knew (without being silenced), he pretended to be surprised and shouted. This was done deliberately to show 'Chang Jing' (this kid is quite smart), but the current problem

That is, what exactly does the word 'voice of the heart' refer to? How did Xiao Shuang discover this secret?"

Tang Peng's brows furrowed sharply, and the words Sui Binxi said before his death suddenly sounded in his ears:

"...Xiao Shuang's death...the cross scar...beware..."

...

Forty-eight young dragons were reborn, and a huge gunshot pierced the sky, falling heavily into the deepest part of Guigui's heart... At that moment, he seemed to see countless past events floating in the wind, although

He is the oldest among his companions, but he does not have the talent of Yan and Yuan Longfei, and his qualifications are not even comparable to Guo Guo, but he does not give up on himself. When Sui Binxi and the others are lazy, he is alone.

A man is practicing Qing Gong hard under the scorching sun. This is his only ability to keep up with other companions. His body shape seems to tell him that it is impossible to make any breakthrough in Qing Gong, but he still practices hard like a fool. Every time

When others began to feel happy about the progress they had made, he secretly doubled the weight of his practice tomorrow. The old man still punched and kicked them like a pervert, but he knew that it was the old man's attention and training to them.

, but the old man always ignored him as a transparent person. Every night he cried silently alone. He didn't want to be worse than others, he didn't want to always be behind others, he wanted to prove himself... Finally,

He did it, and he would always remember that day when he was the only one in the mountains to follow the old man's footsteps. The old man nodded to him for the first time, and taught him a set of concealment techniques and two moves that he would use in the future.

He was proud of his martial arts and was recognized. That night, he cried, sweat and tears intertwined together and wet the ground...

...Is this a flashback...I died like this...Why...I came through hell and died at the hands of a lazy policeman.

.....Why......

The memory slowly faded, and finally turned into a white light that flashed into the ghost's eyes. He suddenly woke up, looked around subconsciously, stretched out his hands and put them in front of his eyes:

"I'm alive......"

Wu Wenfei slowly took out the handcuffs and handcuffed him tightly, took out the cigarette from his mouth and exhaled:

"I'm arresting you for murder, assaulting police, participating in large-scale terrorist activities, and looking obscene. Yawn! I'm sleepy. I'll go to the hospital to take a nap later..."

Guiying shook his head vigorously and wanted to fight, but a heartbreaking pain came from his feet. He weakly raised his head and looked at the policeman who seemed to be awake:

"Why...I would lose at the hands of someone like you...Why...Why..."

Wu Wenfei glanced at him lightly and suddenly took off his shirt. Guiying was completely shocked. Wu Wenfei's body had countless scars and scars penetrated by bullets. They were not human skin. A drop of cold sweat slowly fell from Guiying's face.

Slide down...

"By the way, my shooting range is the same as the gun I use. My police gun is about fifty meters, and for me, the circle within a radius of fifty meters is my shooting range, that is

It said that I could already shoot you from the moment you launched your first attack to let me know your position, but I just wanted to see what kind of attack you would use next... But now it seems,

The price for me is really not small (I almost lost my life), the price of curiosity..." Wu Wenfei looked at the wounds on his body that were still bleeding, and scratched his hair with his eyelids closed.

"...Then why don't you kill me..."

Wu Wenfei took a puff from the cigarette, puffed out a burst of smoke, then threw the cigarette on the ground and stamped it out:

"Because I'm a police officer."

"..."

In front of an extremely secluded hut, a slender shadow slowly climbed up to the door of the hut, reflecting the appearance of a young priest in the dim light. The man had a handsome face but was written with countless vicissitudes of life and old age.

face, the door was opened gently, the priest walked in slowly, and a half-dead man fell asleep quietly on the bed...

A drop of tears silently fell from the priest's eyes. He watched the sleeping half-dead man remain silent for a long time. After an unknown period of time, the priest took out a composite photo from his body and placed it in the man's left hand. Then the priest slowly took it out from his arms.

A pair of sunglasses placed next to the half-dead man's head...

The half-dead man suddenly woke up, his head still hurt, and his body still couldn't move. He cursed at the roof, and suddenly found that there seemed to be something in his conscious hand. He picked it up and saw that it was a Zhang

Composite photo. In the photo, a strange child reaches out to face himself. Three angels are flying behind him. One is holding a bomb in his hand, the other is holding a watch with the hour hand pointing at three o'clock, and the other is holding a

Remote control... For some reason, he became excited all over. An indescribable impulse made him want to decipher the secret code in the photo. He hurriedly searched hard for those who did not know who had placed them next to him.

He had a vague feeling that he had to do this. Suddenly, he noticed the sunglasses beside his head. Suddenly, a familiar but unfamiliar memory forcibly broke through the blocked door of his brain and entered his mind.

.....

"My... my... name is..." A name suddenly rushed into his memory. He skillfully picked up the sunglasses and put them on his eyes, exuding a sense of aura.

There is an aura that makes people unable to approach, "Although I don't know what happened and I can't remember many things, but I am back from hell!"
Chapter completed!