"Grandpa is old, and some things may not be right," Mr. Yang said to Yan sincerely, "Brother Ruofei came alone back then. We have never seen his family before, but I think that no matter how unworthy his descendants and grandchildren are, they will not do such a thing."

"Well," Yu Yan couldn't say anything about the crime of being unfounded, and asked, "So you see, is this person who claims to be the 'Shen Yan Successor', probably a fake?"

Old Mr. Yang: "This..."

Yu Lanchuan suddenly poked Yu Yan with his elbow: "When did the theft of a tall building happen?"

Yu Yan took out his cell phone and checked his work log: "Between 1:00 a.m. and 4:00."

"It's not yet eleven o'clock." Yu Lanchuan knocked on his dial. "At the time of the incident, there were more than 100 residents on the floor, and all the balcony of their houses was facing one direction. At ten o'clock, at least more than half of the people did not turn off the lights to sleep. If it was a theft gang, don't you think they were too conspicuous?"

Yu Yan frowned. At this time, he received a call from his colleague. A female policewoman looked for him: "Brother Yu, where have you been?"

Yu Yan: "Downstairs, ask the witnesses, what's wrong?"

The female policewoman lowered her voice a little, as if there was something difficult to say: "There is something happening, can you come up?"

Yu Yan clashed his cell phone and the two stood up one after another and said goodbye to Mr. Yang.

Before leaving, Yu Lanchuan suddenly remembered something, waved his hand and asked Yu Yan to leave first, and turned to ask Uncle Yang: "Grandpa Yang, you have been saying "Five Great Masters", but there are only four of them in counting over and over again, and there is one more?"

Old Mr. Yang was stunned and fell silent.

Yu Lanchuan asked: "I asked the wrong thing, can't I mention it?"

"Not that, it's just a long story." Old Yang thought for a while, "This last of the Five Awesomes... Hey, what do you think? We were a special period back then, so all the heroes could get together regardless of their origins and family backgrounds. If it were in peace, this friend... was not actually a person on our right path."

Yu Lanchuan was so immense after hearing his words. Unexpectedly, in the 21st century, in addition to mediating neighborhood conflicts, he, as the "leader", actually had the additional obligation to fight against "evil demons and heretics"!

"Of course, this is all before liberation." Old Yang saw that his face was wrong, and quickly explained, "This friend never revealed his name back then. Because he was nicknamed "Wan Muchun", we all called him "Brother Wan". He is very good-looking, how delicate is he? He has voted for the show, can play male dan, dressed up in a stunning manner, and has a lot of luck. He is also soft and weak, and if you let him carry a bag of one or two hundred kilograms of food, you can bend his back. You have to put it down and rest for a while, your face is white, your anger is weak, and your hands are powerless. But do you know what he does?"

Yu Lanchuan thought to himself: "...Dog-headed military advisor?"

Old Mr. Yang sighed: "The three words 'Wanmu Chun' fall on 'Spring', which means 'Scattering with the wind' and 'Silent moistening things' - that is, he passed by you and nodded politely at you, and before you could agree, your throat cracked. They have a unique skill in this door, which is to remove people from a large body, just like the legendary slaughter of a ox, holding a knife in his hand, and after he was relieved, he would not breathe, and he would not be able to roll the blade at all, that is, it would not be hard or hard, that is, it would be hard work and his eyesight would not be enough."

Yu Lanchuan asked: "Is this a killer?"

"Yes, back then, when the words "Wanmuchun" were mentioned, everyone who heard it shivered." Old Yang said, "Although he was also a righteous man, he was not the same as us. Later, Wanmuchun washed his hands with golden basin, and everyone had a little more interaction, but it was just during the martial arts conference that came. He would drink a cup of tea, never attack anyone, and no one dared to provoke him. Later, when Wanmuchun was old, he accepted a closed disciple and asked his disciple to come for him. The boy was also full of evil spirits. When he came, he would say hello to the old people and go with his master.

She sat down to have tea, and some people didn't like it, so they privately called a group of people to block him, but he broke the tendons of the young people one by one. They never intervened in this subject, and they practiced killing techniques. Breaking tendons is not breaking throat, and it was already considered "just to stop". Although the provocative juniors were ignorant, this gang of people also formed a bond, so he stopped interacting with us. Thinking of the old love of the older generation, he came to see you and your grandfather once twenty years ago, with a little guy beside him, saying he was an adopted apprentice, and now he doesn't know what's going on."

After listening to it, Yu Lanchuan had no idea about the legendary stories before liberation, but his head hurts even more. He hoped that the "Warring World Conference" would be a harmonious and peaceful conference. It would be best for everyone to sit together and eat some fruits and seeds, talk about the old days, and then exchange local specialties with each other, and then go back to their own houses in a friendly manner. Don't come to such a spokesperson-like character.

So he rubbed his temples and hurried upstairs.

Yu Yan was called to the eighth floor by his colleague, and the female policewoman who called him pulled him aside and whispered: "Brother Yu, I think something is wrong. I suspect that Nie Ke is an 'An Jiahe'."

Yu Yan frowned.

"Xiang Xiaoman - that Mrs. Nie, she is basically at home for 24 hours a day. Nie Ke is still regular after get off work. When she comes back, she parks the car downstairs. When she sees his car, she knows whether the man is at home. Logically speaking, the thieves who steal high-rise buildings must be veterans. Didn't they check out the spots before committing the crime? Moreover, the one who dodged Xiang Xiaoman basically didn't look at people directly. When someone asked, she shrank back. He heard that they had moved to this year, and she had never greeted her neighbors on his own initiative. If such a person suddenly broke into the house, her first reaction was to go up and catch him? I don't believe it." The policewoman said quickly, "The head was bumped into this, and his face was broken. He refused to go to the hospital... I suspect that there were other injuries on her body."

Yu Yan: "What you mean is that there is no thief in his family. It was Nie Ke who beat his wife and smashed the window, alarmed the neighbors, so he made an excuse to go down and find a way?"

"Yes," said the policewoman indignantly, "there is no good thing for men!"

Yu Yan: “…”

"No... Brother Yu, I didn't say you, you don't count."

"I'll just think you are praising me." Yu Yan, who was joined by his colleagues in the "Sunflower Book" family, smiled and said, "Have you asked the neighbors?"

"I asked, but I didn't know." The female policewoman spread her hands, "Everyone lives closed and lives. Even if she hears the movement, she can't tell whether it's a couple quarrel or domestic violence. She won't talk to the police casually. Besides, Nie Ke is usually good at being a human being, and often brings things to his neighbors when he goes out. He is very popular in this building and cannot catch his handle. Unless the woman reports the case herself and goes to the hospital for an injury, she doesn't talk to us at all! Brother Yu, think of a solution!"

Yu Yan glanced at her helplessly and said to himself: "What can I do?"

Not to mention that the victims themselves don’t want people to know, how many of those who report the case voluntarily have gone back on their word? Home is part of the soul of the human being. Domestic violence is often mixed with multiple complex psychological problems, and is tied into a dead knot by a long time, external public opinion and material conditions, which cannot be explained clearly in the sentence "a man beats a woman".

These young people who have just worked for a while always feel that wearing uniforms can save the world and regard the "meaning of work" as supreme.

But what is the meaning of working? Isn’t it just to support a family?

It is the highest professional ethics to manage things that can be managed and not dereliction of duty.

Yu Yan was also young and didn't want to pour the blood of his younger generations with a cold and cold life into the blood of his younger generations. He said to her: "We can't press our heads to make people report the case, but today, there may be witnesses."

The policewoman's eyes lit up: "That spider-man?"

"Yes," Yu Yan fooled her, "at that time, this spider-man was lying not far from the window. 804 was so disturbing, he must have seen something. We can find this person first. If you are worried, you can try leaving a private contact information for Mrs. Nie. Sometimes people may not be willing to call the police, but if there is someone who can ask for help, she might try it when she is desperate."

The little policewoman believed his evil spirit and went there with great enthusiasm. Yu Yan looked at her back and sighed, walked to the end of the corridor and lit a cigarette, vaguely feeling that this night was in vain.

Nie Ke’s family didn’t lose anything, and apart from the injuries on Mrs. Nie Xiang Xiaoman’s face, the “thief” left no trace. The police checked and asked around, but there was no gain, so they had to ask them to register and then evacuate.

Waiting to see if this "Spider-Man" who gave Yu Lanchuan a letter of war will appear.

The residents of the No. 110 Courtyard discussed for several days. Except for the additional notice in the publicity column downstairs reminding everyone to "lock doors and windows and pay attention to safety", there was no other splash.

"Mrs. Nie, it's early."

"Xiao Xiang, go out?"

"The weather is so good, it's time to go out and take a walk. Don't be bored at home all the time."

She lowered her head and hurriedly walked through the East Small Courtyard. When others greeted her, she didn't say anything, but just smiled perfunctorily and hastily.

Xiaofeng blew the voices of the aunts and ladies in the East Courtyard and poured them into her ears.

"...I'm lucky. I have a house and a car at home. My husband can make money. I lie at home every day and don't have to go to work."

"They aren't called 'housewives', but Mrs. Rich. Housewives are not allowed to work at home? Their children go to kindergarten at the door, but they haven't seen her pick them up once. They don't get up until almost noon every day. They buy meals outside and hire an hourly worker once a week... Isn't that? I went to the laundry at the door to get clothes. Oh, spend money to wash clothes, tsk!"

"I'm happy, my husband, you can marry me if you have the ability."

"I'll marry your dad and be your stepmother..."

The laughter shaved over Xiang Xiaoman's face, like a big-eared shave, but she seemed to be used to it and didn't care. She came to the laundry on the corner with a wooden face.

The laundry is run by an old man and hired a young man in his twenties to do chores. At this time, the old man went to have lunch, and the clerk usually received her.

Speaking of this clerk, everyone suspected that he was either mute or stuttered. When someone asked, he nodded and shook his head. He was anxious and said, "Yeah". He wore a mask and headphones all year round, as if he didn't cover his face. He felt insecure. He wore an old T-shirt with a cartoon villain and never looked at him.

He took out the receipt slip and placed it on the counter. The laundry clerk picked up the clothes she had to deliver to her. Neither of them made a sound or watched each other. It was like a silent drama, and the dryer could only be heard in the store.

Xiang Xiaoman counted his clothes, nodded slightly without raising his head, and turned around to leave.

At this time, the clerk actually called her.

"Wait." He was 1.8 meters tall, young man, and his voice was weak and weak, like a cat's meow, "You...you wait a moment."

Looking back at Xiaoman, I saw the clerk take out a small paper bag from under the counter, and there was a small blade inside the bag.

His hands were trembling and his voice was trembling: "Is this... what I picked out from your pocket, yours?"
Chapter completed!