Wu Yong's death only caused a lot of waves in the Jiangcheng Group, in contrast, the death of another person caused a sensation in a larger and more secretive circle.

In a luxurious clubhouse, a news item was broadcast on the TV screen: "The latest news, an adult male corpse was found in an abandoned building in the old town of Jiangcheng, and the deceased died of a broken skull. This is a photo of the deceased, please actively provide relevant clues and cooperate with the police to solve the case......"

In front of the TV sat a man and a woman, the man was about 50 years old, with a thin body and slightly frosty temples, but his eyes were bright, revealing the light of wisdom. The woman was much younger, looking only in her thirties, wearing a gorgeous red makeup, her black hair was tied by a red rope, her eyes were sharp, and her temperament was cold.

"What do you think?" said the skinny man, turning off the TV.

"I don't know what the specific task is because I went to Jiangcheng because I picked up a murderous character, it seems that he was killed back!"

"If you die of a ruptured skull, it's not a gunshot wound, as a sniper, you will inevitably keep a safe distance from people, who broke through this distance and killed you?" said the thin man with a frown.

"I don't know, I can't do it anyway. The cold woman said.

"It seems that there are big people in Jiangcheng there, and I suspect that the two big cases in Jiangcheng that have not found any clues so far are also the work of a certain big man. The skinny man said.

The cold woman sneered: "One person kills eighty people in a row, these eighty people still carry weapons, even if those gods from the underground world come in person, they can't do it, you think too much." I think it's caused by gangs fighting each other, but the government doesn't want to admit it. You see, didn't several big gangs in Jiangcheng be defeated later, isn't this a reckoning after the autumn!"

"Forget it, let's not talk about that. The thin man shook his head and said, "No matter what, we must go to Jiangcheng." Our three heroes are one in the eyes of others, if this revenge is not avenged, it will be a little ugly in the future. ”

The cold woman sneered: "I also just want to see what it is like to kill a bearded person, my mandarin duck knife has not met an opponent for a long time!"

In another city thousands of miles away from Jiangcheng, a man with a gloomy face was enjoying a beautiful woman's massage in the massage room, and after hearing the mobile phone prompt tone, he took out his mobile phone, glanced at it, and his face immediately turned from cloudy to clear: "Haha, the Three Heroes of Wind and Dust, I'll fuck your Three Heroes of Wind and Dust, and now one is dead, Lao Tzu see what you call the Three Heroes of Wind and Dust! Hahaha......"

After laughing, the man thought for a moment, and said to himself, "Since the bearded guest died in Jiangcheng, the medicine master and the red-whisked girl will definitely go to Jiangcheng to avenge him. Very good, Lao Tzu just asked a few people to bury the two of you together in Jiangcheng, so that you three brothers and sisters can gather under Huangquan. ”

After speaking, the man tapped a few times on his mobile phone, then lay down and continued to receive the massage.

"What's wrong with you, why do you look like you're not giving up. Long Qing sat on the sofa and looked at Situ Xing'er, who walked in listlessly.

"Do you know, Wu Yong is dead!" Situ Xing'er sat down calmly.

"Oh!"

"Aren't you surprised at all?" asked Situ Xing'er, turning her head.

"Surprised, of course surprised, how did you die?" asked Long Qing pretending to be surprised.

Situ Xing'er said: "I heard that it was a sudden cerebral hemorrhage. ”

"Don't you hate Wu Yong very much, why are you depressed when people die now?" Long Qing asked curiously.

Situ Xing'er said: "I don't know why I can't be happy, I always feel that he died a very strange death, obviously he is going to step down today, but he died last night, it's just, it's ......" Situ Xing'er didn't know what words to use.

Long Qing smiled: "Maybe he can't think of committing suicide himself, I also think it's too coincidental." ”

Situ Xing'er shook her head and said: "Although I don't get along with him much, I also know that he is very deep in the city, such a person is the best at pretending to be in his heart, how can he commit suicide in order to lose his job, impossible!" Situ Xing'er categorically denied.

"Maybe it's a cerebral hemorrhage, don't think about it. ”

Situ Xing'er slumped on the sofa: "I hope so, I don't know why, I always feel that it seems to have something to do with me." ”

Long Qing's eyelids jumped when he heard this, and he couldn't help but sigh that Situ Xing'er's intuition was really accurate, and hurriedly said: "What do you think, I see that you have been under too much pressure recently, hurry up and take a bath, and go to bed early after washing." ”

Xia Yu sat at the table in the bedroom, and there was a lot of messy information on the table, including the previous two big cases and the new ones that had just come out.

"He died of a broken skull due to a blow to the head, and it is impossible to tell what the murder weapon was. In the case of the development of West Road, many people also died from a broken skull or a broken sternum, and no murder weapon was found, so it is likely that the person did it again. ”

Xia Yu raised his head, rubbed his eyes slightly, and continued to analyze: "A ** was found on the roof of the building where the deceased was located, and the gun had the fingerprints of the deceased, * fired a bullet and hit a wall more than 1,300 meters away. The deceased died in a room on the second floor, so why didn't he carry a gun? It should be, it should be that the speed of the arrival was too fast, so that he didn't have time to escape with the gun. ”

Xia Yu closed his eyes, trying to simulate what happened as much as possible, and muttered, "There is no trace of a fight around the deceased, which means that he was killed at once, and he has almost no power to fight back. So what kind of murder weapon did the murderer use to break the skull of the deceased?"

Xia Yu recalled the tragic situation of the dead on the West Road, and his face turned pale: "Perhaps, maybe there is no murder weapon at all, and it is the murderer's hands that kill these people!"

If it was before, Xia Yu would not have made this kind of inference, but since seeing Long Qing's amazing blow kicking the entire door away in Fugui Villa, Xia Yu began to believe that there was really someone who could shatter people's bones with just the power of their flesh. What would be the effect if the huge force like Long Qing hit a person's body directly? It must be a broken tendon.

"Could it really be him?" Xia Yu thought in fear, but then she denied her answer, "No, it can't be him, even his kung fu can't deal with more than forty people alone, let alone kill thirty-three people in half a minute." ”

"But, but what if he still hides his strength?" Xia Yu gradually trembled, "If, if it's really him, what should I do?"