Thinking about it this way, Chen really gasped! After a long time, maybe I really have to deal with some devils all day long! Thinking of this, I hated Chen Guo so much that my teeth itched. Jing Zhiguo told Chen Guo that every day when he went to work, he still had to treat that old Master Liu the same as before, and never show any flaws. Chen Guo looked at Jing Zhiguo and said:

"So what are we going to do next? You can't just stand up like that! ”

Jing Zhiguo didn't look at Chen Guo and said:

"Don't worry, there will be a leader!"

Before Jing Zhiguo's words fell, he suddenly heard something moving in the alley in front of the courtyard, crackling and fluttering, as if someone was fighting, all of them were the sound of body collisions and the sound of kicking the ground under his feet. Jing Zhiguo stood up suddenly, jumped to the door of the room, stretched out his hand and pressed the light switch, and the whole house was immediately dark. Jing Zhiguo didn't wait for his eyes to adjust to the darkness in the room, turned around and threw himself in front of the clothes in the front hall, and immediately took off the holster of the gun that hung his clothes together, and put the gun in his hand. I hurried back to the door and listened to the outside, but there was no sound. Jing Zhiguo and Chen Guo stood in the darkness at the door, motionless. After a while, Jing Zhiguo quietly went upstairs, stood in front of the window in his bedroom, looked into the courtyard, and looked at the mouth of the alley in front of the courtyard, and there was no one. Jing Zhiguo stood motionless in front of the window for a long time, and after confirming that there would be no more movement, he went downstairs. Chen Guo was still standing in the darkness in front of the door! He pressed one cheek to the crack in the door, still trying to listen to the movement outside. Outside, there was no sound except for the sound of the cold north wind blowing in the northern winter, the sharp and somewhat sloppy voice. Jing Zhiguo stretched out his hand, took off the door key hanging on the wall next to the door, put it in his jacket pocket, quietly opened the door, and flashed out of the door sideways. Jing Zhiguo carried a gun, stood motionless against the outer wall next to the door, stood up for a while, and began to lean against the outer wall of the house to move towards the courtyard wall little by little, and then followed the courtyard wall to the courtyard gate, listened to it, but there was still no sound. Jing Zhiguo stood at the door, quietly took out the door key in his pocket, and opened the lock on the courtyard door. After that, he stopped, and then, he suddenly pulled open the iron bolt that was horizontal on the courtyard door, and at once he pulled the courtyard door open, and flashed out of the courtyard.

In the dark alley, quietly, how can there be any shadow! Jing Zhiguo leaned against the courtyard wall and looked at the mouth of the alley not far away, except for the yellow street lamps on the street, there was still no shadow!

Jing Zhiguo turned around, entered the courtyard, closed the gate, and inspected the courtyard again, then locked the gate and returned to the house. Jing Zhiguo knew that the sound of the fight just now would not be misheard, just now, there must have been a life-and-death fight outside the courtyard, but one of the two people may have been a little exhausted and gave up, or he may have given up because he was worried that the fight would be bad for himself for a long time. In short, it was the abandonment of one side that ended this hand-to-hand fight!

Jing Zhiguo knew that one side of this hand-to-hand fight was likely to be Bai Guo, the long-term worker of Jing Zhiyi's family in Jingjiagou, and the other party was likely to be Huang Dabao, the head of the special service unit of the Dongdian County Police Department.

In the first morning, Jing Zhiguo received a call from Jing Zhiyi, saying that the medicine he used to catch his father in Fengtian last time had been drunk, and his father thought it was very good, and he wanted to catch three more pairs, and he had to go to Fengtian for half a day. Jing Zhiguo replied, "That's good, as long as the uncle drinks it and thinks it's effective, it's fine, set the right time to come, tell us, let's get ready." Saying this on the phone, Jing Zhiguo knew that the person who came to pick up the medicine might already be on the way. It is very likely that that person is still the long-term worker Baiguo of Jing Zhiyi's family. I heard a fight outside the hospital, who was fighting, I didn't look at anyone, but if one side is Baiguo, then the other party must be Huang Dabao! In Jing Zhiguo's mind, except for that Huang Dabao, there is probably no second person who can compare with Bai Guo! At least, that's what Jing Zhiguo thinks.

Jing Zhiguo was right. Just now, it was really Bai Guo and Huang Dabao, the head of the special service unit of the Dongdian County Police Department, who were fighting outside the Jingzhi National Hospital.

Bai Guo was entrusted by Jing Jifu and went to Fengtian City again. Baiguo has already been to Fengtian twice, and this time again, it will be even more familiar. But Bai Guo didn't stay in that small hotel again. Bai Guo thought, this is not long before he came to Fengtian three times in a row. The first two times I stayed in the small hotel, the last time I came, the old man who played the watch recognized the ginkgo coming. That old man didn't look like a bad guy, but he was a bit of a trickle, and he could actually recognize Ginkgo Gogo! You say how many people stay in the hotel every day! Bai Guo lived for such a night, he could actually remember, do you think it's strange? Actually, it's not surprising! It's the same thing as the handlebar style of a big car. As long as the serious handlebar style walks on that road once, he can remember that road without leaving ten, and when to go again, he will know how to go! Otherwise, why is there such a saying! Car and boat shop foot tooth --! This is a kind of professional skill, and it is also a habit or skill that has been cultivated or trained into a job for a long time. This is not to say that the person who opened the store and drove the car had anything different from ordinary people in the body parts.

Bai Guo thought in his heart that the old man who was the doorkeeper of the small inn was unwilling to live in that small hotel, so he found another one, which was a little far away from the place where Jing Zhi lived. But peace of mind is much better than walking a few steps less. Bai Guo knows which is light and which is heavy, and it will be impossible at this time! But the more I think about it, the more things happen, you don't look for trouble, but things look for you! Walking all the way to Jingzhi Country, I arrived at the mouth of the alley, and I saw the gate of Jingzhi Country from afar! The courtyard door closed quietly under the streetlights. Bai Guo suddenly felt that something was wrong!

If this were a different person, I am afraid that there would not be such a feeling that something was wrong. Bai Guo is different from ordinary people, his kung fu has reached the realm of seeing six ways and hearing eight directions. If you are not a person in the industry, you may not believe it when you hear this, thinking that this is just a person in the industry who is blowing by himself, or someone else is helping to blow. To tell the truth, no matter who he is, the reason why he can have such thoughts or opinions is because he is an outsider and he doesn't understand! There are some masters in all walks of life, such as the train repairer, the train has been repaired to the extreme, just by listening to the movement of the train, you can know what is wrong with the train, where is the disease! That's not false at all! To put it mildly, if any profession is tempered to the point of refinement, it can reach the realm of forgetting both things and me, and can achieve the unity of man and nature. This is not just about martial arts.

Bai Guo felt that something was wrong, but if he was asked to say something was wrong, he really couldn't say it, because the place that was wrong was not revealed through someone or anything, this is where martial arts are different from other professions! This situation can be described by borrowing a phrase from the ancients, that is, the antelope hangs its horns, and there is no trace to be found!