Looking at Guan Yuqing's adoring gaze, it seemed to touch the softest place in his heart.

Yes, I'm his hero. How did I let him down.

Thinking of this, Feng Wu no longer hesitated.

The three of them returned to the hall with Fang Ling.

Fang Ling began to explain the process of the case.

Because there were many foreigners present, it was in English.

Feng Wu had to listen to Guan Yuqing's translation.

"Wu Zhihao, the grandson of Marriott's chairman, was found dead in front of the offering table in the Guanyin Hall of the Great Temple. It was discovered by the caretakers of the temple, and the heart of the deceased was taken. The killer left an F-shaped incision on the deceased's body, and now no residue such as fingerprints and hair has been found. Fang Ling was introducing the case.

The murderer is very meticulous in his crimes, either having criminal investigation experience or often committing crimes. This was the first judgment given by Feng Wu.

"Two other important points are that there are small amounts* of residue collected from the nose and lungs of the dead capital. It is proved that the deceased was dragged into the scene of the crime after being stunned by the murderer. In addition, based on the dosage of * and the analysis of the deceased's neurospasm, it was proved that the deceased was in a conscious state of organ harvesting. Fang Ling continued.

Feng Wu felt a faint pain in his arm when he heard this, and when he looked at it, he found that Guan Yuqing was clutching his arm at this time, and that kind of jealousy and hatred was mixed with anger and a little fear.

"It's cruel. Huang Feifei couldn't help but sigh.

At this time, a middle-aged man walked in, about forty years old. His hair is very thin, but he is very neat, and he has a smile on his face, especially the two big teeth that are sticking out.

He had a cigar in his hand and walked with a twist to the east and west. It can be regarded as coming to Fang Ling's body.

"Miss Fang, I'm sorry for you!" The middle-aged man said.

Then he said to everyone: "Everyone, I am Sun Haijun, the godson of our president, and I called you all here, and you actually want to avenge my nephew." ”

"Our domestic police are not enough for you, what's the use of calling such a foreign crooked melon and cracked date. The Lord Spirit said with some unpleasantness.

"I don't want to do this either, the old man has seven days left, and he told me that if the case is not solved in these seven days, all his property will be donated to the Red Cross after his death. I can't get any of them. Sun Haijun looked helpless.

"Do you want property, or do you want to solve the case?" Fang Ling was already very displeased.

"I want them all. Sun Haijun said shamelessly.

Fang Ling ignored him again.

At this time, a group of people pushed a wheelchair out of the back room. In the wheelchair is a dying old patient.

He was covered in oxygen tubes, and he was as thin as a stick. The eyeballs bulge out and look scary.

He asked his subordinates to remove the oxygen mask from their mouths and said to everyone: "As long as whoever brings the murderer to me, the 5 million belongs to whom." ”

As soon as 5 million was mentioned, everyone was excited.

Everyone was excited for a while, and then immediately focused on the case.

"Can you tell me more about the time of the murderer's death?" asked a Singaporean Chinese.

"Nine to eleven in the morning. Fang Ling said.

This Chinese is very confident and handsome, I saw him walking in front of everyone very calmly.

Covering his mouth with his hand, he said: "The problem is here, I checked the time, the time when the temple opens is from 9 o'clock to 11 o'clock, which means that the murderer has to completely commit all the work of the crime within an hour." And in such a public place, the possibility of exposure is very high. ”

He paused and continued: "Then why did the murderer have to do it in such a dangerous place as the Great Temple, the problem lies in the Great Temple. Who has the details of the big temple?"

Everyone looked at Fang Ling. Fang Ling shook his head: "I need time to check." ”

At this time, the Japanese girl said: "Don't be so troublesome, this big temple was built in 1900, when Japan invaded China, the Japanese Daisaku wanted to blow up this temple, but died mysteriously the next day." Later, the soldiers in charge of the bombing mission were unable to light the fuse. Later, the temple was preserved, and that's all I could find. ”

"Do you speak Chinese?"

"I'm a half-breed. ”

"There shouldn't be anything special about this big temple, and the choice of this place is nothing more than a matter of feng shui. Don't pay too much attention to those things that gods and gods talk about, only people can kill people. Zhong Lei said thoughtfully.

"Since it's about Feng Shui, you have to go and see it now. Feng Wu said.

"There shouldn't be so many people to go to the scene, just follow me tomorrow if you know feng shui," Fang Ling looked at everyone and said.

Many of you are foreigners and don't understand the Chinese they speak. So she had to ask Feng Wu, the master in her heart, in English.

"Do you think need them with us?" Fang Ling originally wanted to go without a group of gringos, so that they would have no clues, and the chance of breaking the link would be smaller.

Who knew that Feng Wu didn't understand at all, and could only say yes. He saw the Lord's inquiring eyes and thought there was something that needed his consent. So I didn't say yes and yes a few times.

A group of foreigners smiled from ear to ear, and Fang Ling was full of black lines.

Seeing that it was noon, there were still some formalities to be done to go, and Fang Ling had already gone back.

The foreigners also got Sun Haijun's arrangement.

Soon there was news from Fang Ling's side, and it would be tomorrow to see the scene.

Feng Wu took the two home, and on the way back, he embarrassedly pulled Guan Yuqing.

"What, can you lend me some money?"

It was the first time Guan Yuqing had seen Feng Wu's embarrassed look.

It turns out that Brother Feng, who is omnipotent, also has times when he twists.

"That, here you go, the password is 6 1s, spend it casually, hehe" Guan Yuqing said as she stuffed a black credit card to Feng Wu.

The three of them went to the supermarket and bought a lot of food.

The fridge at home is full.

Feng Wu was not ready to cook. Originally, it was a person, just eat whatever you want.

Now there is indeed an eldest lady, and he inexplicably has a feeling of pity.

It is also Guan Yuqing who must eat his dishes.

Although he has no experience in cooking, Feng Wu is so handy when he starts cooking, as if he was born with it.

Could it be that this is the legendary talent?

When the three of them came back, they walked back from the supermarket to the door of their house, and a stray dog followed them along the way. Coaxed a few times and ran back, Guan Yuqing had compassion and must be adopted.

In fact, Feng Wu already had a pet, which was his own six ghosts.

How can a person who can't even take care of himself take care of a puppy.

But Feng Wu's objection was invalid, and at this moment the stray dog was enjoying the treatment of a VIP, and Guan Yuqing was bathing it with Feng Wu's bathtub.

The puppy's enjoyment made Feng Wu very angry.

"Want Want"

Feng Wu made a vicious appearance, and the puppy drilled into Guan Yuqing's arms.