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"Nanye."

Chen Qiming hurriedly saluted.

Xu Nan nodded.

"That's him, isn't it?"

Wu Zizai walked towards Ran Min, who was still unconscious.

Chen Qiming subconsciously tightened.

Xu Nan shook his head.

"Nanye, who is this?" Chen Qiming asked cautiously.

"My uncle." Xu Nan replied lightly.

Chen Qiming was taken aback, and when he looked at Wu Zizai, he was extremely careful, wanting to keep the other party's figure and appearance in mind and include it in the list that must not be offended.

But he was destined to do useless work.

The next time Wu Zizai stood in front of him, he might not recognize it.

"You kid really has the true inheritance of your master."

Wu Zizai looked back at Xu Nan, his eyes were deep, and there was a faint sense of amazement.

Five stitches of concentration.

When he was young, Wu Zizai quarreled with Master Xu Nan, and was sentenced to three days and three nights by Xu Nan's master with five needles of concentration.

Wu Zizai withered for half a month before he recovered.

Back then he couldn't solve it, but now he ......

Wu Zizai stretched out his hand, tapped several acupuncture points on Ran Min's body twice, and then raised his hand high, slapped it vigorously and slapped it directly on the head.

There was a muffled bang, which made Chen Qiming and the others tremble.

This force can't just shoot people to death, right?

Is this person Nanye's uncle, or is he here to kill people?

But this thought was only for a moment, and in the next second, five silver needles flew out of Ran Min's body, like lightning, and hit the solid wall of the interrogation room, splashing fire, and then disappeared without a trace.

Ran Min's body trembled, his face was flushed with pain, his eyes rolled, his eyelids trembled, and he seemed to be trying to open his eyes.

Wu Zizai looked at the five silver needles that fell to the ground and sighed silently.

He can now unlock the five stitches of concentration, but the old man is no longer there.

Shaking his head, he shook his wrist, and a small porcelain vase appeared in his hand.

Turning around, Wu Zizai asked Xu Nan: "Are you sure this kid has clues?" Don't be just a minion and waste my illusory incense. ”

It is not easy to refine the illusory incense, especially in today's rapid development of modern science and technology, many of the materials for refining the illusory incense are already pitifully scarce, and some of them are even more expensive and cannot be bought.

Therefore, the illusion incense is quite precious.

"I came back from Rongcheng, and I was attacked twice on the way, and the more desperate the other party was, the more it meant that this person had a big secret, please uncle." Xu Nandao.

Wu Zizi nodded and uncorked the bottle.

Then, put the bottle under Ran Min's nose.

In just two seconds, Wu Zizai took back the bottle, quickly re-stuffed the cork into the bottle, and carefully put it away.

At this time, Ran Min opened his eyes violently, but his pupils were very dilated.

The face was stupid and stupid, and he sat there without saying a word.

Xu Nan stepped forward and asked directly, "Who asked you to kill Ma Qingrong?" ”

"Lord Lan." Ran Min replied.

"What is Lord Lan's full name?"

"Lanzer."

"What position?"

"Commander of the garrison of Son Rai Province."

The province of Son Rai is in the north, separated from the south by 108,000 miles.

The commander of the defending army is even more powerful, and directly obeys the dispatch of the Beijing Military Law Division.

Even if it is a state pastor in Beizhou, it can only be mobilized in wartime.

Xu Nan's eyes shrank.

Chen Qiming's face changed greatly.

"Why did you kill Ma Qingrong?"

"I don't know, do what I am told."

"When did you lurk in the Rongcheng Patrol Bureau?"

"Half a year ago, Lord Lan asked me to spy on Ma Qingrong, and once Ma Qingrong was arrested, he would be killed immediately."

"Who are you?"

"Lord Lan secretly cultivates dead soldiers."

"How many dead soldiers has he trained?"

"I don't know, I've seen and heard of twelve."

"What else do you know?"

"Landan ......"

One question and one answer, which lasted for nearly half an hour.

Until Xu Nan didn't have any more problems, he reached out and tapped on Ran Min's neck, and Ran Min fell into a coma again.

Xu Nan's face was cold, and he didn't shy away from others, so he took out his mobile phone and dialed a phone number: "Quzhou Mu, I'm Xu Nan." ”

The person on the other side of the phone was none other than the state pastor of Beizhou, Qu Yao.

Qu Yao's face changed slightly when he heard this: "Nan...... My lord, do you have something to do with me? ”

The north and south are too far away, Qu Yao, the state pastor, and Xu Nan, the former commander of southern Xinjiang, have only heard of each other, but they have never seen each other, let alone contacted.

"I have something I want to talk to Commander Lan Ze, so please introduce it on my behalf."

"My lord, do you know that Commander Lan Ze died of a heart attack two hours ago."

"Huh? Commander Lanzer is dead? A cold light burst into Xu Nan's eyes.

"Yes, the obituary has been sent to the capital, and there will be an announcement later."

"Has Commander Lanzer always had a heart condition?"

"Yes, it's been a problem for many years, and it's getting worse recently, and I have submitted my resignation to the capital not long ago, but I didn't expect it...... Alas. ”

"I see, goodbye."

Xu Nan hung up the phone, his sword eyebrows locked.

Is there such a coincidence?

As soon as Ran Min was arrested and brought back to Chongcheng, Lan Ze immediately died of a heart attack.

Xu Nan didn't believe it.

Most of the so-called coincidences are the result of conspiracy.

But in any case, Xu Nan wanted to follow the path of the vine and the melon, but he couldn't get through.

I haven't touched the melon yet, and the vine is broken!

"If people don't know, unless they do nothing, how can it be so easy to break?"

Xu Nan's eyes were cold, and he immediately dialed another number.