"Please explain in detail what you've seen."

"I'll tell you! It's so scary! Suddenly the three of them were lying on the road... Are they dead?"

“…”

The young police officer stood outside the cordon, holding the account - a notebook for notes, meticulously asked about the situation, and tried to get some important information from the exaggerated and artificial onlookers in front of him.

The older policeman stood behind him and said helplessly: "Xiuping, don't be so serious."

The cases that occurred in the evening are not small.

But a long career, and some suspicious places, told the old police officer that this should be a case that he should not be in charge of.

He doesn't want his new partner to take care of him either.

Because this is not any benefit other than causing trouble.

"Senior, if you don't take it seriously, how can you catch the suspect?"

The young policeman named Xiuping answered without looking back, and then continued to ask the people in front of him.

The old policeman opened his mouth and wanted to say something.

But in the end, I still couldn't say it out.

It’s better not to slam young people’s enthusiasm.

The old policeman thought so.

But the old police officer just had the idea of ​​not attacking young people.

There was a noisy sound at the other end of the cordon.

Two middle-aged men wearing windbreakers pulled up the cordon and walked directly into the crime scene regardless of the persuasion of police officers standing guard.

"Sir, please don't cause trouble for us, irrelevant personnel..."

"Don't get in the way of us."

One of the thin middle-aged men lifted up their windbreaker, took out the 2-fold police manual in their pocket, spread it out in front of the police officer who was catching up, and displayed the badge and ID.

The police officer who chased after him saw the rank on his ID, was stunned for a moment, and saluted.

The thin middle-aged man waved his hand.

On the other hand, the young policeman Xiuping also saw the situation there, put away the notebook in his hand, and prepared to go and take a look.

But the old policeman grabbed him.

"senior?"

"Don't pay attention to them. If you want to check it, check it, but listen to me."

The old policeman shook his head firmly.

...

On the other side.

Two middle-aged men who suddenly broke into the crime scene, after inspecting the scene.

Get together again.

"Interesting." One of them was thin, wearing black wide-brimmed glasses, and looked like a teacher more than a middle-aged man like a policeman. He lit a cigarette and showed an expression of interest.

"It's a clergy from the Hei clan, three against two, but I lost, but this is not the point. If I lose, I lose. After all, this is not Kyoto."

Another middle-aged man with a thin figure and named Fujiki Makoto on his ID waved his hand, dispelling the smoke floating over, and frowned and said, "The three clergy who care more about it are the three clergy. Without judging the outcome and going back, they appeared directly in front of the public, which means 'Che' has lost its effect."

"Although this kind of thing is rare, it's not without it."

The middle-aged man wearing black wide-brimmed glasses clamped cigarettes with his index finger and middle finger, pressed his temple with his thumb, and then said, "Emperor even wants to shit, and it is normal that 'carving' will lose its effect."

When Fujiki Masato heard the words of his companion, the corner of his mouth twitched: "Mianluan Kei, don't forget that you are wearing a cherry blossom emblem on your chest."

Milou Kei bit the cigarette and retorted: "What are you doing? Can't the civil servant say that shit?"

Makoto Fujiki said with a blank expression: "Yes, but I'll talk to you about work now."

"Then I'm adjusting the atmosphere." Sanlun Kei threw half of the cigarette left on the ground and crushed it with the soles of her shoes. "And it's useless to guess this kind of thing here. The best way is to ask the person involved, who are the other two clergymen, you should figure it out, right?"

Masato Fujiki was silent for a moment and turned his eyes to the direction where Natsume Mio's family was.

"The main priest of Jingzheng Shrine is a family member. In addition to the priesthood, there is only one priesthood, and he is also a high school student. The one on site was the priesthood... In addition, there is only one priesthood,"

"Oh, that's really strange, a high school student, tsk tsk...who is the other person? A wild dog who scoffs at the claim that 'the so-called God's choice is either to serve the gods or to serve the government'?"

"I'm not sure." Fujiki Makoto hesitated a little, "There is indeed trace of another person's existence, but it's more like...an ordinary people than wild dogs."

"Average people with AK? Although you were very disdainful in your tone just now, the three clergy, even if they are not as bad as they can, will be fine if they cooperate with a boxer, such as Inoue Naoya and others. At least they will not let the other party escape... Don't look at me, I know there are no traces of gun use, so I will adjust the atmosphere."

Sanlungui raised his hand and made a surrender statement.

The people of Fujiki Castle were still staring at him.

until.

In the direction of Jingzheng Shrine, less than a thousand meters away from the crime scene, the sound of an ambulance sirens came.

Makoto Fujiki retracted his gaze.

"It seems that the other party didn't escape unscathed."

Masato Fujiki pondered for a moment: "Let's go and visit."

...

Have your waist burned?

Or to put it another way.

Have your internal organs been burned?

I believe most people have never had any burns and have no chance to experience this feeling.

Although Beiyuan Nanfeng knew the term "hot" in his previous life, he also knew that the heart fire, lung fire, stomach fire, liver fire, kidney fire, etc. were all different types of fire, but the symptoms of fire were at most red and swollen eyes, erosion of the mouth, toothache, etc., which was the worst.

I have never heard of anyone who burns his internal organs after getting angry... Because that tm is no longer called getting angry, it is called charcoal-grilled waist.

But after traveling through the north and south wind, I experienced a real fire.

His internal organs were burned.

Although it was just a short moment.

But Beiyuan Nanfeng was very clear, it was not an illusion that his internal organs were really burning.

The pain was terrifying. Although the North Yuan Nanfeng had limited ability, he could not empathize with girls' dysmenorrhea and the pain of having children.

But common sense tells him.

This should be more painful than dysmenorrhea and having a baby.

Because almost instantly, he fainted.

He considered himself a strong person, and he fainted before he could even think. The pain was really terrifying.

Anyway, when Beiyuan Nanfeng woke up again.

It really feels like a different life.

I never want to experience that feeling anymore.

besides.

Still alive, earned.

These two thoughts were his first thoughts after waking up.

"Brother of righteousness?"

A gentle call sounded, pulling Beiyuan Nanfeng out of his lingering fear.

He stared at the ceiling and was sighing that he had earned money, Nanfeng Beiyuan slowly turned his head and looked aside.

Natsume Mio sat by the bed, her hands crossed and she held his right hand hard.

"Where is this?" Beiyuan Nanfeng asked subconsciously.

Natsume Mio's eyes drooped and she whispered: "Hospital."

"Hospital...wait! My waist."

Kitahara Nanfeng sat up in shock during his dying illness, suddenly sat up from the bed, lifted up his right hand that Natsume Mio held tightly, and was about to look into the quilt.

But in the end.

Unsuccessful.

Because Mio Natsume pulled his arm hard at the critical moment.

She half-standing, looking at Beiyuan Nanfeng with a red face, and whispered: "What a shame, brother-in-law."

Beiyuan Nanfeng glanced at her and then noticed that he was in a multi-person ward.

At this moment, accompanied by his shout of "My waist", all the patients in the same ward looked at him in shock.

"There is nothing to be ashamed of. I'll confirm my physical condition. Why isn't it?"

Beiyuan Nanfeng was stunned for a moment, and then he still wanted to check his waist.

"It's okay, I promise it's okay! Brother Yi!" Natsume Mio pulled his arm tightly, "Whoever wakes up and confirms his kidneys as soon as possible... You lie down!"

She pulled Beiyuan Nanfeng's arm out of the quilt, pressing almost on him, and leaning against her weight, let Beiyuan Nanfeng lie back and hold his right hand again.

North Yuan South Wind: "…"
Chapter completed!