A year later...

After several days of drizzling autumn rain, the rising sun finally climbed to the top of the beautiful west mountain, and sprinkled the sluggish sun on this ancient stone town.

At 7:50 in the morning, Huang Bo, the first bureau seat of the Municipal Public Security Bureau, with a square head and a country-like face, walked into his frugal office on time.

After habitually standing upright, and then saluting the bright red flag by the bookcase, Huang Bo turned around and was drawn away by a tabloid on the desk.

In this somewhat inexplicable tabloid, a piece of content published on the front page immediately made Huang Bo, who had gray temples, turn blue:

"Ten years of unsolved strange cases, Shicheng is as stupid as an egg!"

According to the internal reliable information intercepted by the reporter of this newspaper:

In the past ten years, every year on the night of the full moon of the Mid-Autumn Festival, a 13-year-old girl in the flower season will mysteriously disappear in Stone Town.

Ten years have passed, these girls who seem to have been taken away by a black hole have not been heard from so far, and the people in Shicheng who have done nothing have been caught quickly, but in their inaction, they have been raised and fattened, and they have eaten more and more fat.

The tax profits of eating the people cannot ensure the safety of the people, so in the past ten years, three bureaus have been withdrawn, and five criminal squads have been arrested and relegated to feed pigs.

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After reading this report, Huang Bo was so annoyed that he hit the table with a big box.

Suddenly there was a lack of oxygen, Huang Bodu walked to the balcony, he suddenly opened the dark blue curtains, and pushed open the silver-gray plastic steel window.

Looking up at the sky, a few thick clouds came around the sun, the sun was in the clouds, and after hiding for a while, he finally showed his face with a smile, and shared its vitality with all things on this planet.

A burst of applause and cheers came from afar.

Huang Bo looked around, and on the training ground of the Municipal Public Safety Bureau, a group of vigorous and camouflage-clad criminal policemen were forming a big circle centered on their new captain.

In the circle, Han Zijian, who was wearing a white sports suit, was handsome and had wet short hair, raised his hand and stroked the crimson scar on his left forehead, and continued to demonstrate the last style of the 'Han Family Palm'.

In the undulating applause, Han Zijian bent his legs slightly, and then made a vigorous leap, and after completing two turnings in the air, he used both palms together to pounce on the thick plane tree.

Although the Hanzi Sword at this time only used six successful strengths, the plane tree, which was used as a live target every day, shook in pain after being tortured, and the yellow leaves immediately flew down like butterflies.

Finally, after completing this 'pushing the mountain and reclamation', I saw Hanzi Jian biting his lip with a cool face, and with the help of the rebound of the tree trunk, it was two wonderful back-to-back somersaults.

After completing this group of movements to steel and fierceness, Han Zijian fixed himself with a steady horse step, and then alternated his palms, slowly in front of his chest, and circled two masculine pole Taiji circles, so that he could sink into the dantian and close the momentum in a chic manner.

"Squeak..."

In the thunderous applause, a dazzling red prince motorcycle stopped behind everyone with a pleasant sudden brake.

When everyone looked back, it turned out to be the domineering police flower of the bureau, the daughter of the feudal official of the city, and the first Meigege of Shicheng came.

"Han Zijian, why don't you wait for me when you practice?"

Before the person got out of the car, the delicate voice had already flown sweetly.

Leng Ling'er in front of everyone, a purple-red leather short jacket, black leather pants, and black boots.

She is tall and has a face like a fragrant pear, with natural willow eyebrows, thin mouth and nose, and a pair of smart and proud eyes under the two flickering eyelashes, which adds a bit of aura to her.

Although she is used to being overshadowed by the stars, Leng Ling'er at this moment is still a little crimson by everyone.

After throwing away the helmet, throwing off the gloves, and tying the long flowing hair into a ponytail, Leng Ling'er didn't ask about thirty-seven twenty-one, she suddenly flew after a few steps to run, and with a taekwondo volley flying kick, she fiercely pounced on Hanzi Jianpu.

This kind of wishful thinking and unscheduled martial arts shows have long been commonplace for everyone.

In a burst of commotion, in the face of Leng Ling'er's menacing, Han Zijian hid a trace of happiness, and after he gently blocked it with one hand, one of Leng Ling'er's leather boots had been seized and thrown a few meters away.

The sneak attack failed again, although it was expected, Leng Ling'er was unwilling.

She was so happy that she simply threw off the leather boot, and then kicked her apricot eyes, and after a coquettish shout, she made another difficult double flying kick in the air, and rushed towards Hanzijian.

Seeing that the feet carrying the strong wind had arrived in front of him, after Han Zijian tilted his head, he still grabbed and pushed with one hand, and took advantage of the situation to scratch Leng Ling'er's feet lightly.

This time it was more miserable, after Leng Ling'er attacked the air again, he immediately used a beautiful 'flat sand and falling geese' to smash his little fart into the rough garden brick.

Han Zijian hurriedly stretched out his feet and used his soft plus-size sneakers to cushion it.

"Hmph, villain, why can't you let me, even if I fake winning once. ”

Barefoot and with his mouth cocked, Leng Ling'er sat on Han Zijian's shoes, wrapped his legs and protested.

After calming down for a while, Leng Ling'er got up and wrapped around Han Zijian, and then half-hung his neck, so gentle and considerate that he wiped the crimson scar on his forehead like a centipede with his sleeve.

It is said that there are more than 30 scars of different lengths on his body.

But where these scars came from, and what exactly happened to him, so far, no one knows.

Looking at the bright red beauty mole the size of a red bean at the corner of Leng Ling'er's mouth, and smelling the Lancôme perfume on her body, Han Zijian frowned and said:

"Comrade Leng Ling'er, you stubbornly violated discipline, refused to cut your long hair and didn't say anything, and made two mistakes today, first, you were half an hour late, and second, you sprayed perfume during work hours, and now you are punished for doing 600 push-ups!"

"Refuse to execute, refuse to execute, who dares to punish this little master, hehe," still pestering Han Zi, Leng Ling'er stared at his deep eyes and began to play scoundrel.

"Then add one more, don't obey the command! After the push-up penalty is over, you will be punished for running around the playground three times," Han Zijian did not relent, and broke Leng Ling'er's hands hard, and was about to throw her on the lawn.

At this time, one wants to separate, the other refuses to let go, in the face of this irresistible big boy, Leng Ling'er, who is not afraid of heaven and earth, can only choose to compromise obediently.

After glancing at Han Zi's sword again, Leng Ling'er gritted her teeth and said, "Hmph, punishment will be punished." ”

So, in everyone's schadenfreude, the uniform number of reports immediately sounded in the cheers.

Leng Ling'er's face was not red, and she did more than two hundred push-ups without panting, and in Han Zijian's walkie-talkie, there was suddenly an emergency call from the command center:

"Call 'Yushu Linfeng'! At the coordinates of No. 66 on the bank of the Huai River, an unknown male body was found, please call the police immediately!"

After hearing the most unique call in the world, Leng Ling'er finally didn't hold her breath, and was so happy that she leaned over on the lawn, smiling at the blue sky and white clouds.

However, only two or three seconds later, she jumped up with a carp, and then, like a lively little spirit deer, slipped away alone without permission...