Meng Lingjun was like an autumn breeze, his movements were unbelievably fast, and he stood still outside the crowd. At this time, the heavenly dragon and the earth dragon saw him, and couldn't help but be horrified, it was a living person, it was a devil, his face was solemn and murderous, compared with usual, it was like two people.

"Uncle Zhang, run towards me." Meng Lingjun shouted.

Zhang Bo didn't say anything, and really ran towards this side.

Tianlong towards the earth dragon a dozen hand style, the earth dragon moved to the front of the army, its pace is amazingly fast, so that the gossip swims in the palm, oh, the authentic inner kung fu, a trick style, grinding the door in the sea, like a dragon into the sea, palm fingers and fingers, directly hit and take Meng Lingjun. Obediently, this superior kung fu has been lost for a long time in the martial arts. Today, Gu Ran is shown in the body of a killer demon king. The speed is predictable.

Meng Lingjun was like a weak willow, the invisible qi of the whole body skyrocketed, and he came to the aid with homeopathy, without waiting for the other party's palm fingers to arrive, with a finger of oriental power, his fingers were embedded in the opponent's clavicle green branch, only to hear a crisp sound of "cluck", and then turned his fingers into a palm push, and the earth dragon popped out several meters like the wind blowing leaves, and stood there with a pale face. What a commander!

Tianlong has also taken the opportunity of an instant to paste Zhang Bo, in a cloud flip, a spin, both hands twisted Zhang Bo's neck off, "cluck" a crisp sound, Zhang Bo died of anger.

"Uncle Zhang!" Meng Lingjun roared as a Tai Chi master, shaking the sky and the earth, almost all the people on the field were stunned there, their ears were like the sky ringing, crumbling, in an instant, the wind swept the clouds, like a shadow, close to Tianlong's side, Tianlong was horrified, and used the gossip swimming body palm, just one higher than the earth dragon chess, a grinding door entangled, the iron arm was overgrown, and the ghost hand was like a mountain on Meng Lingjun's shoulder, Lingjun shook and leaned, and Tianlong was thrown out of the zhang. The accomplice hurriedly pulled him up.

Lingjun let out a long howl, "Kill." "It seems like the waves of the sea pouring down the mountains and the sea, like the west biao, the wind and the clouds, overwhelming. The parking lot was shaking, and the surrounding buildings were crumbling. The water in the river suddenly rose and the waves rose.

"Withdraw." Seeing this, Tianlong greeted him, and his accomplices disappeared like shadows.

Ling Jun moved to the center of the parking lot, picked up Zhang Bo like a whirlwind leaf, and shouted to Liu Yang, who ran out of the building: "Hit 120!" The voice was so sad that it was a heart-wrenching hiss.

Liu Yang heard the call, took out his mobile phone, and dialed 120.

Moment. In the parking lot, everything stood still, and the sun rising in the east also stopped, hanging over the cheeks of the universe, leaving the ruddy glow in the parking lot.

Zhang Bo's cold eyes looked at Ling Jun, as if to say, you are late. Liu Yang ran over, and Wu Qing also ran over. Yimeng also ran over, and the three of them surrounded Ling Jun. surrounded Zhang Bo, for fear that these murderous machines would make a comeback.

At this time, a person with a camera appeared out of nowhere, he may be a reporter, and the camera kept flashing, taking this series of shots.

The reporter is a man. In fact, he was already beside the Chuanxin River, photographing the weeping willow scenery of the Wenhe River in the morning fog, looking for the feeling of "jasper made into a tree high, and thousands of silk hanging down green silk", and suddenly found the situation in the parking lot. Several people are going to besiege one person. News, a flash of thought in his mind, a long focal length shooting, flying out from the third floor of the army, to the death of Zhang Bo now, Ling Jun held the shot of Zhang Bo who died in anger, he was very excited, and laid a major foundation for solving the case.

As he patted, he shouted: "Quick, report the case!" ”

Only then did Liu Yang realize the seriousness of the problem, so he took out his mobile phone and dialed 110. He stood there again.

Yimeng saw Zhang Bo who was dead, holding his head in his hands, crying and shouting: "Liu Yihong, your life is so bitter!" Suddenly he collapsed on the ground.

Wu Qing reached out and touched Zhang Bo's chest, trying to see if there was any heartbeat.

"Is there a heartbeat? Liu Yang also put his hand into Zhang Bo's chest and asked himself, "Is there a heartbeat?" ”

"Is there a heartbeat left?" Meng Lingjun asked, his eyes were on fire, and tears were about to flow. Wrath.

Wu Qing looked at Liu Yang, as if asking, "Is there a heartbeat!" ＂

Liu Yang looked at Wu Qing, withdrew his hand from his chest, and seemed to ask Wu Qing: "Is there a heartbeat!" In fact, neither of them knew what to do.

All this came really fast, really suddenly, it was just a matter of more than ten minutes, good brothers and good brothers can't see each other, they can't talk to each other, this, who can believe that it is true.

The 120 car came, and the angels in white pulled Zhang Bo away from here, honking their horns.

110 came, and the reporter with a disheveled hair walked up to the police with a camera, said something, and patted the camera with his hand.

Meng Lingjun, Liu Yang, Wu Qing, Yimeng, Dujia wooden stake stupidly standing. When the police came to them, she was a woman, very atmospheric and majestic.

"Everyone, do you want to avenge your relatives, please cooperate in solving the case and follow me to the bureau to make a record." The policewoman case said. The long hair was pressed under the police hat, and Yimeng suddenly stood up and ran into the Lido, followed by two policemen. When they were young, the three of them walked out, and Ichimu handed over the VCR to the female police officer.

"Guys, get in the car! The female police officer said kindly.

Meng Lingjun, Liu Yang, Wu Qing, and Yimeng all got into the car. The police car whistled and drove away, but there was no one in the parking lot, only Liu Yang and the red Otto they drove, lying there, complaining of misfortune and sadness. and the male reporter with the disheveled hair also got into the police car.

In the afternoon, Liu Yang Lingjun Wu Qing Yimeng, as well as the photographer and reporter, walked out of the public bureau, in the bureau, they explained the whole process in detail, and the female police officer entertained them.

"Dude, I'll go to the hospital with you, give me a call. The photographer smiled bitterly, picked up a car, and several people crowded into the car, and as soon as they got into the car, several police cars flew by the side of the car with a whistling whistle, entered the compound of the Public Security Bureau, and honked their horns.

"There are so many who have sinned." The driver muttered and said: "This morning, the city news, forty miles south of the city, fished out the body of a girl, and it was reported that after forensic supervision, the deceased died at about 18 o'clock. ”

"Sir, do you have any pictures? A dream asked.

"Yes." The driver took out his phone: "There's a whole piece of news on it." The police offered a reward for the insider's clues. ”

The driver turned on his mobile phone and let Yimeng, who was sitting in the passenger seat, exclaim: "Yihong." ”

Liu Yang's eyes widened in surprise and he poked his head out to look.

"Don't look at it, as soon as you reacted to the situation, the criminal police were dispatched, and I don't believe that if you look over there, the people in the car are escorted." Said the photographer. As if he had thought of something, he pushed open the car door, took the image machine, and ran like crazy to talk about the compound of the Public Security Bureau.

After about half an hour, he ran out excitedly, with sweat on his face, returned to the car, and said; "I interviewed a female police officer, and the deceased woman reported by the city TV station may be Liu Yihong, and now the case is being interrogated."

"You go to the hospital, I'll go to the Public Security Bureau, and Wenhe Lido will gather at night." Yimeng pushed the car door open and walked towards the Public Security Bureau.

"Let's go to the hospital first to see Brother Zhang, and it is indeed Brother Zhang's business to go back to Lido at night, how to tell the children. There's also a red thing. Liu Yangyin was sad and said.

"Of course, tomorrow morning's news is still waiting for me to finish today, sir, drive!" The journalist said. It's okay to say he's a photographer.

The brother started the car and drove slowly towards the hospital.

Mortuary. The gatekeeper was an old man with short white hair. The reporter showed him his press card, Liu Yang and Wu Qing Lingjun also followed, the first bed at the door was Zhang Bo, the reporter lifted the white sheets, took a few shots and left.

"Big brother! Liu Yang knelt in front of the corpse bed, and a cry came from the bottom of his heart, painful to the heart, and his head rested on the corpse bed. Lingjun Wu Qing was also overwhelmed with grief, his heart was broken, he knelt down on his knees, and let out a loud cry, and the crying filled the entire morgue, they cried for a long, long time, and cried all afternoon, all the dead people on the corpse bed were moved, and they all wanted to come back to see it, crying for what was so sad, crying for what was so miserable, as if in the miserable world.

"Don't cry, if you cry again, you'll die, and you will have to see each other on the Huangquan Road. In the morning, the medical examiner came, and the case was quickly solved. The old man who was guarding the door came over and said earnestly.

The case will soon be solved. What the old man said is true, but what is lost, who would have thought.

At the Public Security Bureau, when the female police officer saw them off, she said: "A common writer has disappeared from the land of southwest Lu, but I can't sigh, if you weren't there, this writer wouldn't even have physical evidence of identity. I am also a loyal reader of this writer. ″

"When a person dies, his books are still there, and he can still inspire people!" Liu Yang said.

"We, the police, realized from his novel that the case in Wofoshan Town was an unjust case, but there was no evidence, and the truth about Liu Qiao's son's death can now be revealed." The female officer was excited, excited, but she behaved calmly, just from her words, there was uncontrollable excitement and excitement.

"However, my brother died, and he paid the price with his life." Liu Yang said. His heart was like a knife.

"He will always be missed." The female police officer said: "If there were more writers in the world who cared about social issues, social stability would be much greater and much better." ”

"Yes, good people, righteous people, righteous people, too few, too few!" Wu Qing said his eyes were red and swollen.

"That reporter is righteous, don't look at him as neither male nor female, and he doesn't trim his length." The female police officer said.

"Can we go?" Meng Lingjun asked the female police officer.

The male reporter pushed the door and walked in and asked, "Officer, can we go?" ”

"Yes, thank you, thank you, thank you." The female officers shook hands one by one and said goodbye.

……

Liu Yang and his entourage left the morgue and went to Wuhe Lido.

(To be continued)(To be continued......

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