The old man really did it, Yan Murong regretted it, although he knew that the old man could not kill people in front of everyone, but this was the airport, there were so many people watching, and there were monitoring equipment filming-

"Old man, let's go." Yan Murong grabbed the old man, and regardless of whether he wanted it or not, he quickly ran out of the door, and at the same time, there were also women's exclamations and cries for help from behind.

This old man is still so taboo-free, Yan Murong thought in his heart as he ran, if it were him, he wouldn't do anything in this kind of place-well, at least when he was alone, he would take a sack and beat him up.

Yan Murong and the old man ran fast, but there was still some distance from the entrance of the hall, and the security personnel at the airport immediately used the walkie-talkie to notify the colleagues at the door.

"Your bad." The old man stopped running away, and said expressionlessly.

Yan Mu tolerated and endured it, and barely resisted the urge to throw away all morality and ethics and flatten this old man wildly.

Still shameless? Are you going to be embarrassed by your old man? You were the one who hit someone, how did it end up being my fault?

After a while, in addition to the two people standing at the door blocking the road, two more security personnel caught up behind, and at the same time, two police officers on duty from the airport police office also rushed over.

"What's going on?" A police officer asked, looking at the security guard.

"It's him, it's the old immortal who beat my son." Without waiting for the security personnel to speak, Pang Tong's old lady chased after her, pointed at the old man and shouted loudly. "Policeman, arrest someone, it's him. Hurry up and arrest people, what are you doing in a daze, my husband is Pang Shixun. ”

Pang Shixun? Who is it? Haven't heard of it. But people still have to be brought back to the police office.

"Sir, please come with us." The policeman looked at Yan Murong and the old man and said, but when they saw the old man, they were slightly surprised. In these years, there are many old people wearing Tang costumes, but it is too rare to wear gorgeous robes. And you look at this old man, his face is as steady as Mount Tai, and from time to time he touches the handful of goatee on his chin, which looks like those old fairies on TV - well, it's a little torn. But it doesn't matter, look at Jigong, it's a living Buddha, isn't it a beggar costume that he also wears?

Fortunately, Yan Murong didn't have the ability to peep into other people's thoughts, otherwise he would have been amused by the policeman's thoughts.

Fairy wind bones? Steady as Mount Tai? Still immortals?

Damn, how do you see that? - Actually, Yan Murong has always felt that the old man is quite obscene, and when he looks at it, he is very obscene, and if he looks closely, he is even more obscene.

"Let's go." The old man didn't say a word, but he was very cooperative with the police. Yan Murong smiled bitterly, it seems that you don't want to go back tonight, you have to toss here for most of the night.

After following the police to the police room and sitting on the sofa inside, the slightly taller policeman asked his colleague to go to the infirmary to see Pang Tong's situation, he sat on a chair, picked up a notebook, and began to question Yan Murong.

After asking some nonsense, as is customary, the policeman said. "Tell me, why did you hit someone?"

"He hit me, not me." Yan Murong didn't have any idea of respecting the old and loving the young at this time, so he pointed directly at the old man and sold him cleanly.

"That's right, it's me." The old man admitted it happily and nodded in response.

This pair of strange pairs made the policeman have a question mark in his head.

Father and son? Uncle and nephew? Or grandchildren?

Although the old man is over seventy years old, he is very well maintained, and every day Yan Murong has to go to the bottom of the river to dig up river mud, and then mix it with the medicinal powder he has ground himself to make a mask - Yan Murong has been scolding him sullenly in his heart. Therefore, when he is in his seventies, he looks only about fifty years old.

It's just that the answers of these two people are really strange, one is in a hurry to clear up, and the other confesses - is this the case?

At this moment, the door of the police room was pushed open, and then, Pang Tong's old lady rushed in, and when she saw Yan Murong and the old man still sitting there, her temper suddenly rose.

"What are you guys doing? Is there anyone like you who are a police officer? Don't you know that old immortal beater? Why don't you arrest people yet? ”

The police are also depressed, they can only mediate this kind of private dispute, and besides, your son looks very miserable, and he has not suffered any major injuries, even if he wants to go through the judicial process, at most accuse you of acting excessively in public, collecting evidence and writing testimony, which is not troublesome enough. Besides, isn't this already in the police office, where else to arrest?

Usually in this case, they just go through the motions to make a record, and then persuade the two parties to go private and go through the legal process, which is still troublesome.

"This lady, I suggest you go private." The policeman spoke.

"Private? Why? Didn't you see my son vomiting blood from the beating they took? They're the murderers, and I want them to go to jail. The woman refused to give up, and put on a shrewd posture to scold the street, and called out, causing noise in the empty police room.

How can this all be related to murder? The policeman thought helplessly. But this woman reported her husband's name just now, and it seems that she still has some ability in Suzhou and Hangzhou, but these two don't seem to be ordinary people, just look at the Mercedes-Benz key in the young man's hand.

"Mom, I agree to go private." At this time, Pang Tong, who had finished the examination in the infirmary, also walked in and said in a flat tone.

"Son, are you alright? What does it hurt, you tell Mom? Mom must have arrested them all - how can it be private? No, absolutely not. ”

"Mom, don't say it." Pang Tong whispered to the woman who was still chattering, and thoughtfully swept around the faces of the old man and Yan Murong.

"It's—okay, Mom listens to you." The woman hesitated for a while, then agreed to be private. Before she could ask for mental damage, medical expenses, or anything, Pang Tong pulled her out.

"It's the first time I've seen such a good talk." The policeman looked at Yan Murong and said with a smile. "You owe him money, don't you? Otherwise, I won't let you pay if you vomit blood. ”

"It's not just money owed." Yan Murong said with a smile.

"It's all your business to owe anything." The policeman waved his hand and said. "Thanks to him, he's fine, he looks badly injured, but it's fine."

"Can we go, then?" Yan Murong asked, thinking, of course it's okay, don't look at the old man as a thunderbolt, but he is very measured in his heart when he does anything.

"Yes." The policeman nodded and handed the notebook in which he had made a record to Yan Murong. "See if there are any discrepancies on it, sign it if you don't, pay the fine and go."