The night was rushing by, and it was already 10 o'clock in the evening. The sound of an alarm bell broke the tranquility of the street.
Xu Tong stood in the corner and saw several police officers walking out of Fenglai Building, followed by several people carrying a stretcher and putting a body on the funeral home's car.
I could vaguely hear a crowd of people whispering inside, all of them feeling sorry for and horrified by the sudden death of this gentleman.
"died?"
He listened carefully, and when he learned that the deceased was actually the old storyteller, a look of surprise appeared on his face.
When I heard it again, I found that the old gentleman's death was even more bizarre. Just because he vomited blood and died after seeing the word "wrong" written on the note.
In confusion, Xu Tong suddenly saw a familiar figure. His eyes lit up and he walked into the crowd.
"If I had known, I wouldn't have worked the night shift. I would have had to come in for an autopsy in the middle of the night."
In front of Feng Lai Building, Chen Jian was holding a cigarette in his hand and his mouth was full of complaints. When he was complaining about his bad luck, he suddenly felt someone pulling him.
When he looked back, he saw a stranger, and he couldn't help but look up and down: "Is something wrong?"
Chen Jian is a tough-looking guy with a black face and big eyes. If he were to stare at him, an ordinary person would be shocked.
But the person pulling him at this moment was none other than Xu Tong, who was staring at the handsome face.
"Yes, you come with me."
As Xu Tong said, he didn't care about anything and grabbed his arm and walked out. When Chen Jian saw this, he shook his hands and wanted to shake him off, but he didn't want to shake his hands.
I was suddenly startled. Just when I was about to call someone, I saw Xu Tong turned around and said, "Your friend Zhao Jian asked me to come over and ask you a few words."
"Zhao Jian!! Where did this kid go?!"
Upon hearing Zhao Jian's name, Chen Jian's eyes suddenly lit up, and he grabbed Xu Tong's wrist, as if he was afraid that he would run away.
"Don't be anxious, don't be anxious..."
Xu Tong pulled Chen Jian to a corner and whispered: "He knew he was in trouble, so he hid. How is the situation?"
"Hey! This guy is a good guy. He has the nerve to hide. If you find him, you have to beat him up."
Chen Jian cursed and complained. Because of what happened last time, the captain was transferred to the second team, and now he is the second captain. Although he has not been demoted, the treatment of the second team is very different from that of the first team.
For example, today's matter was something that an ordinary policeman on duty could do, but he had to take a turn.
As for the decision on Zhao Jian’s punishment, it has naturally come out and he has been dismissed from all his posts. It is said that Zhao Jian’s family even made a phone call and said clearly that Zhao Jian would be severely punished, but in turn they wanted the bureau’s network to
Open one side.
The original intention of the bureau was to keep him on duty for observation, but this guy suddenly disappeared. As a result, the leaders of the bureau immediately became angry. No one was willing to give him any face, so he was dismissed from his post.
However, the fact that Ni Wenchao was transferred to the second team was not unjust. After all, it was his work mistakes that allowed Zhang Yong to find the opportunity to kill Song Baosheng.
If the bureau doesn't protect him in this matter, I guess the second team won't even think about it, and he'll just be a deputy.
Xu Tong actually didn't care about what was going on in the game. Seeing that Chen Jian was almost done complaining, he asked in a low voice: "Brother, what's going on inside this time? Why did the old man die suddenly? How did the forensics test it?"
"
Chen Jian frowned. Although he was a tiger, he was not a fool. He immediately turned cold and said: "Why are you asking about this? What does this case have to do with you?"
"Zhao Jian said you are his good brother. Your name is Chen Jian. When he calls Zhao Jian, you are a good brother. It is not convenient for him to come forward so he asked me to ask you."
"hehe!"
Chen Jian curled his lips in disdain, obviously not believing what he said. Xu Tong could only whisper a few words in Chen Jian's ear. When Chen Jian heard this, his face turned strange.
After a moment, he frowned and said: "The deceased person's name was Li Gao, and he was the storyteller here. The forensic doctor determined that he died of myocardial infarction, which is a disease, and there was nothing else."
"Since he is the storyteller stationed in the store, he is considered half an employee. If the employee dies, have you met the boss of Feng Lailou?"
"No! They said the boss left yesterday and we only saw the shopkeeper."
Chen Jian nodded and said without hiding anything.
Xu Tong frowned. Normally, if someone died in the store, even if it was a sudden death, the boss should come out and give an explanation. But he ended up traveling far away by such a coincidence?
He wouldn't believe this.
Thinking of this, he lowered his voice and said: "Check the bottom of this Fenglailou store. This store is not simple. There must be something behind it."
When Chen Jian heard this, he refused without thinking: "No, if you say you want to check, just check. I said no, if you want me to check, find this bastard Zhao Jian and see me and I will check."
"Meet him?" Xu Tong's furrowed brows opened and his eyes narrowed when he heard this and he asked: "Then what are you going to do when you see him?"
"beat him!!"
Chen Jian clenched his fist and said.
Xu Tong nodded and pointed forward: "Look, isn't he right over there?"
Chen Jian quickly looked back, only to see that Zhao Jian was not there at all in the crowd: "Where? Why didn't I look..."
Before he finished speaking, his shoulders suddenly sank and he was pulled back. When he turned around, he saw Zhao Jian's face looking at him with a smile.
"Remember, check it out for me. If you find out any information, send it to the small beef offal soup shop outside the Drum Tower on the east side."
Chen Jian was stunned for a moment, and was about to get angry, when an iron fist hit him in front of him. His vision suddenly went dark, and he was knocked unconscious to the ground.
"Hey, I wasted another mask. Fortunately, I bought more when I came in, otherwise I couldn't bear to waste it like this."
Looking at Chen Jian who fell to the ground, Xu Tong looked at the Jack mask in his hand with regret, sighed, shouted to the crowd, then quickly turned around and walked into the alley and disappeared into the crowd.
When he got home, before he entered the gate of the Taoist temple, he happened to meet Chang Miao who was returning from defecating outside.
Chang Miao was in a particularly good mood. As soon as she saw Xu Tong, she enthusiastically walked up to him and showed off to him: "From today on, the shit in the villages in the west belongs to me. What do you think? Do you want to do it with me?"
If you poop for a while longer, we can swallow the shit in the East District as well."
The corner of Xu Tong's mouth twitched a few times, and he quickly shook his head: "Sorry, I don't have such a big appetite."
"Tch! Young."
Chang Miao shook her head and said with an experienced attitude: "Don't think that poop smells too bad. Let me tell you, poop is a good thing and you can make a lot of money by selling it as fertilizer."
After Chang Miao finished speaking, she started to count on her fingers. She could earn ten cents from one load of dung. If she hauled five loads of dung a day, she could still save some for fertilizing her own land. She could also buy some more yellow tomatoes.
money……
Seeing this, Xu Tong could only sigh in his heart. Sure enough, the legend may not be entirely true. He ignored Chang Miao's thoughts on his feces business and went back to the room.
As a result, I was shocked as soon as I entered the door. I saw that the fool was still sleeping soundly in his room, and the slurs from the corners of his mouth were dripping on the pillow.
I remember that before I went out, I reminded him to keep watch in the Taoist temple. Unexpectedly, the fool simply slept in his room.
After helping the fool to cover himself with the quilt again, he took off his shirt and looked down, only to see that his chest was red and a big slap mark was imprinted on it.
As soon as I touched it with my fingers, I immediately felt a burning pain.
"Phew! Trouble!"
Seeing this, Xu Tong secretly complained in his heart. He thought Qianju had such a high prestige in the lower realms that he himself should be an evil master, or at the very least, a big boss in the lower realms.
Who knows, this guy actually has Buddhist magical powers, and he is not a dabbler like Zhang Yong, Mr. Ji Ming. He is a real master who has mastered Buddhist magical powers.
In reality, this kind of person can be regarded as an eminent monk.
However, his dark physique was restrained by Thousand Hands, and he immediately suffered a big loss in a head-on confrontation.
But having said that, I feel uncomfortable, and Qianju may not be much better than me, otherwise he wouldn't be afraid of his backhand and choose to leave.
Calling out the props book, Xu Tong rummaged through it and found the jar of ointment [Hundred Chong Huo Xue Juice] that he had bought from Sheng Miao in the second script world, took out a little of it and applied it on his chest.
[Hundred Chong Huoxue Juice] (from Chapter 22 of Volume 2)
The preparation method is unknown, it is a secret medicine of the Miao people.
How to use: Apply to the wound to quickly stop bleeding and gain 200% recovery effect for 30 minutes.
(Note: It is a three-part poison. If used too much, symptoms of blood fever will occur.)
After applying the medicine, I felt like I was holding a boiled egg in my arms, it was warm and comfortable.
But just as he was sitting on the chair, about to pick up the hookah and take a sip, his face suddenly changed, and he saw traces of black gas still coming out of the area where the ointment was applied to his abdomen.
[Warning, you have been attacked by a special spell. This attack is a special spell and requires special means to dispel it. Please look for it yourself.]
Hearing the reminder from the prop book, Xu Tong was speechless for a while, but he had no time to care about it at this time.
I saw traces of black energy pouring out from my chest, and actually turned into a little person in front of me.
The villain's face is blurry and his facial features cannot be clearly seen. He sits cross-legged in the air with his knees crossed.
"What is this??"
Looking at the villain in front of him, Xu Tong stretched out his hand, and blue flames ignited in his palm, hoping to use the power of the devil to destroy the villain.
However, when he grabbed it with one hand, he realized that he had missed it, and the demonic flames were unable to cause any harm to the villain.
Suddenly he was shocked, and he quickly took out the [Magic Bell] and pointed it at the villain a few times. The result was even more disappointing to him, it still didn't work.
At this time, the villain actually slowly fell down, as if he was about to sit in his arms. Xu Tong's face turned cold when he saw this, and three words suddenly came to his mind: "Sitting on a Fairy Pole"
Suddenly a chill came over him, and just as the villain was about to sit in his arms, a dark hand suddenly came out from behind him, grabbed the villain's head, and then pulled him back.
"ah!"
Xu Tong clutched his chest and fell to the ground, as if someone had dug out a piece of flesh in his chest. The pain made his eyes darken. He looked behind him and saw that the fool had woken up at some point and was holding on to his hand.
The villain just stuffed it into his mouth, his eyes glowed red, he sat on the bed like an evil ghost, and made a sharp and weird laugh while eating...