The next day, there was no arraignment. But from the face of the policeman who delivered the food, I could see that something was wrong.

I can feel that the atmosphere is a little dignified, it should be that Yang Yuze's death has been discovered. Of course, the power supply for the surveillance was destroyed, but they couldn't find anyone, hehe.

When lunch came in, I teased the little policeman and said, "Dude, look at your face is wrong!" Is Director Fan hanging? Or was Gao Leilei hit by a car? ”

The little policeman 'poofed', laughed, and said, "Not really! There's a captain in your squad who had an accident last night. ”

"Find out who did it? Looking at your face, you can't find it, right? Is there another reason? You won't keep a straight face when you're an outsider, and the people in the squad have nothing to do with you. ”

"You're amazing, you can see it. Yes, our monitoring room on the first floor was vandalized last night, and strangely enough, nothing was lost in the bureau and nothing happened. Strange, you say, isn't it strange? ”

"There must be a ghost who has been wronged, and there are too many people who have died unjustly here."

"Nonsense! We haven't had anyone die! ”

"Then you and I will talk nonsense. Isn't Director Fan from the General Bureau of Folk Religion Investigation? Aren't these supernatural events all his scope of business? ”

The little policeman glanced back at the door before whispering, "The point is that they are also confused!" ”

After he finished speaking, he picked up his morning lunch box and went out, locked the door and left.

From this point of view, there should be something wrong with this Director Fan, could it be that he killed Yang Yuze? Yang Yuze is the captain of the operation of the Beijing Investigation Bureau, this is the master of martial arts, and he will definitely have all kinds of Taoism, otherwise how can he be the captain of the action?

Except for Director Fan, I really can't think of who killed Yang Yuze. Could it be Jiang Ming? Fat people shouldn't have this ability.

If it is really Jiang Ming, it means that he has arrived here. So how do I contact him? By the way, just call him at night, and find out what is going on at home.

Before I could get to the evening, I was transferred to prison in the afternoon. Originally, it was a police affair to investigate the criminals, so I was tried at the police station. Now I'm going to be transferred to a special prison in the Provincial Bureau of Investigation.

I was taken into an Iveco's large iron cage, which was made of thick black iron. The iron pillars are painted with red runes, and there are many yellow runes pasted on the top.

Police cars pull sirens all the way through the city and into the suburbs. I looked up at the window, but I didn't see a single acquaintance on the way.

The special prison is twenty kilometers on the outskirts of the city, surrounded by large rice fields, and the mountains can only be seen from a distance of several kilometers. This is a place that is difficult for ordinary people to escape, and it is several kilometers of flat land out of prison, which is very difficult to hide.

As soon as the police car entered the yard, I saw an acquaintance from inside the black suit that came from a group of people. Why is this person so familiar? Where do you think you've seen it? But I can't think of anything.

The car stopped, and a team of black suits came up to hand it over, and I looked up and looked around for the familiar person, but I couldn't find it. Am I mistaken?

Take the elevator to the second floor, and the two people in front and back sandwich me. The cell I entered was also a special cell, but it was much thicker, and even the walls were welded with thick iron plates.

The solder joints between the iron plates are beautiful fish scale welding, dense and without any gaps. Looking overhead, there was only a fist-sized air vent in the ceiling. Only one side of the cell was a fence, made of arm-thick cast iron welded up and down, and only a fist could stick out of the gap.

After surveying my surroundings, I lay down on the iron bed. The quilt is a little damp and sticky. Before he could lie down, he was about to be arraigned. The two black suits made me stretch out my hand, put on the handcuffs and open the door, which was really cautious enough.

The interrogation room was dark and eerie, except for a glare lamp above the iron chair, and nothing could be seen in the darkness around it. But there's a stove glowing dark red in the distance, and this is the place where ...... and torture are used?

Thinking of this, my hairs stand on end, what the hell is going to be tortured? The thought of being whipped and burned with a soldering iron sends chills all over my body. I really can't do it, I have to carry the lieutenant general of the dragon group out of the old man, and they don't dare to do anything to me.

Sitting on the iron chair, the cold air cooled the whole body, like sitting on ice.

The hands were fastened to the iron plate in front of them, and the feet were also fixed to the iron plate on the ground. That's the treatment of a felon!

Now only the head and butt can move. I looked around blankly, and there was no one behind me except for the two black suits behind me. While I was in shock, the horn sounded overhead.

"Chen Daheng, now you are in the special prison of the Investigation Bureau, there are all kinds of magic circles here, and no one has ever been able to sneak out from here, so don't think about escaping."

The voice is Fan Jiayang's.

"Those who come here are all felons, and after being tried here, they will be sent to the northwest to eat sand. You've got it! Honestly, as long as you make meritorious service for your crimes, you will have the opportunity to reduce your sentence. Don't say I didn't give you a chance! ”

"Where's Xiao Wang? It's that Wang Song, where is he? ”

"He? Wang Song has committed suicide in fear of sin! ”

What the? Suicide in fear of sin? I went from shock to rage, in a matter of seconds. Special code, Xiao Wang is only in his twenties, and when he was a teenager, he was committed to suicide in fear of crime. it!

"Fan Jiayang! I'm grass your grandma's! Xiao Wang is innocent! You madman, you actually killed him, you don't want to die! I opened my mouth and scolded, now I am sure that this Fan Jiayang must be the one who killed Yang Yuze and Xiao Wang, maybe Mai Wending was also rescued by him.

I struggled in my seat, and the runes on my hands and feet began to brighten, and the slightest hint of thunder was tearing at my skin.

But I know how to control mines, isn't this electricity just tickling me?

The more I struggled, the stronger the ironclad thunder of my hands and feet. It quickly reached the thunderous intent strength of my five thunder palms. When the intensity was equal, there were suddenly two 'snaps', and all the runes on the iron plates of my hands and feet burned. Is this a short circuit?

As the fire went out, I moved my hands and feet, and I didn't feel thunder again. Is this invalid?

The black suit in the back hurriedly picked up the walkie-talkie and reported that the Heavenly Thunder Rune had failed, and asked if he would continue to interrogate. The overhead horn was silent for a while, and then said to take him back to his cell first. The two black suits opened my hands and feet, and an old man with a white beard ran outside the door in a panic.

The old man said as he ran, how could it fail? I've never tried it before!

When I got back to my cell, I lay down for a while when someone brought me food. This is very simple rice, greens, grass, these things don't want to feed the pigs, bring them to me to eat?

I looked up at the black suit that was delivering the meal, and I was stunned. Hey! Isn't this the acquaintance you saw?

The black suit looked at me with a blank face, and then his gaze fell on the white rice. I stared at his face for a while, this person, it seems that I had seen it a few years ago, but who is it?

I sat down on the bed with my meal, thinking as I picked it up. Suddenly, there was something in my mouth, and when I spit it out, I saw that it was a ball of paper.

Look left and right, no one. Unfolded the paper ball, only to see a line of words written on it: Jiang Ming came to me and said that the family had been transferred-Ke Siyuan.

Ke Siyuan? Thinking of the source? By the way, I remember a few years ago, I booked a taxi in Shijiazhuang, and then sent us to a reservoir in Liaocheng, and later sent us to Bozhou for medical treatment. That driver is called Siyuan.

No wonder it's so familiar. But how can the taxi driver come to Shucheng, Sichuan? Or the guards here. How did he join the Bureau of Investigation?

I pinched the note into powder, sprinkled it on the floor, and wiped it with the sole of my shoe. Then he thought about it while picking up the rice and greens.

Jiang Ming knew I was here, and this was one of them. My family went to Nanzhenkan, and this is the second one. That shows that I am not alone, there is at least one Jiang Ming outside. Jiang Ming will contact Ling Yunzi in order to get more information. That means the military also knew that I was arrested? If they didn't save me, did they want to catch a big fish with a long line?

After this time, I was never interrogated again. Every day, he will deliver food to me on time, but not Siyuan, Siyuan only appears once. Maybe he's on duty, so wait!

The cell is on the second basement floor, surrounded by thick iron walls, and there is no one guarding the door. From the consciousness, it is known that there is only a table on the side of the stairs, and a person is sitting on a chair behind it. This person should be the guard.

It was as still as water, and no sound came from it except for the prisoners in the front and back cells. Maybe it's already stormy on the ground, I just don't know.

I really wanted to go out, but I was afraid of disrupting Jiang Ming's plan.

Finally, it was Siyuan's turn to deliver food. In front of him, I directly pulled out the paper ball and unfolded it to take a look: Jiang Ming is mediating, wait a few more days.

I nodded at him and crushed the note and spilled it on the ground. Watching Siyuan take out the lunch box, I sat on the bed and thought while eating.

Halfway through the meal, I suddenly heard a 'boom' sound of a bud exploding, which was faint but still came in through the ventilation hole. I was paying attention to the sound coming from the vents, as if there was a 'da-da-da' gunshot, what was going on? I haven't heard anything like this in the last few days, huh?

As soon as I finished the rest of the meal, I heard a lot of footsteps coming from the direction of the staircase. Putting down the lunch box, I stood up in confusion, what was wrong?

After a while, Siyuan opened the door in a panic and came in, he only had the key to the prison cell, not the key to the fence.

"Daheng! Our base was attacked, Director Fan mutinied, and now there is a mess outside, and our students can't hold it, so they all retreat to the dungeon! ”

"Siyuan, you're not kidding, are you? Can Director Fan fight the entire base alone? Is he Superman or Iron Man? ”

"Oops! Not kidding, more than half of the staff in the base have been transferred by Director Fan to investigate the case. Just now, Director Fan gathered the guards in the square to give a lecture, and then several fake military vehicles rushed in at the door. And the fight began. ”

It turned out that the base had ten instructors, thirty cadets, and more than sixty guards. As a result, Director Fan was a senior official from the capital, and the official was crushed to death at the first level. He transferred eight instructors to investigate the case, and more than two dozen guards followed.

Now there are twenty guards on duty, and twenty guards are resting, but they are all called by Director Fan to give a concentrated lecture.

Then several fake military trucks rushed in at the door, dozens of people came down, and they opened fire on the crowd. Now the surviving guards are engaged in a shootout with the visitors, and the head of the base is facing Director Fan. The remaining two instructors fought with the cultivators who came.

The thirty trainees were all unarmed, and there was no way to open the gun store, so they had to hide in underground prisons.

"I'm going out and killing that Director Fan!"

As soon as Siyuan's voice fell, the power suddenly went out, the surroundings were pitch black, and the air supply holes above his head had no fresh air. It should be that the line was damaged. In the dark, I said to Siyuan, I'll go out and have a look, you guys are waiting here. Siyuan said I don't have a key!

I've gone out to the first floor. There were a dozen guards lying in the front square, rivers of blood flowing, and there were sporadic shootouts around them. There were several fake military trucks parked in the direction of the gate, but they didn't see Director Fan.

I instantly appeared around the truck, changing positions and finding the enemy who was shooting. These people are all wearing camouflage uniforms, which is very easy to recognize, and I lifted the unicorn arm and punched one at a time.

Killed a dozen of them, and finally caught the attention of the people here. Two people rushed down from the truck, both holding cold weapons. The two of them worked well together, and at first glance it was the trick of the Oriental ninja, one of whom was holding a short knife to specialize in the chassis and rolling around on the ground.

The other is holding a soft sword and is constantly jumping to attract attention. The soft sword was dazzling.

The two worked together seamlessly, which made me a little scrambling. Lifting the five thunder palms, I attacked the camouflage on the ground and hit him several five thunder palms in a row. The two retreated in shock amid the roar of thunder.

I jumped at the chance and blasted at the guy who was so nimble in jumping around. He couldn't dodge in the air, and was hit by one of my three palms and fell.

When I rushed over to make a punch, he threw a black ball, and I was afraid that it would be a bud, so I quickly dodged. As a result, there was a bang, a puff of white smoke dispersed, and both of them were gone.

Toyo Ninja? How could there be ninjas on the outskirts of Shu City in the hinterland of China? Is this an Oriental? Fan Jiayang colluded with the Orientals?

I hid in the bed of the truck, leaned down, and diverted my consciousness to find out. Behind a barracks door, there was a man breathing heavily, this must be the guy who specializes in cutting off feet. Look for it again, there is a person lying on the ground in the corridor on the second floor and breathing rapidly, this is the guy who played the soft sword?

When I appeared in front of the door in an instant, the people behind me were already alert and immediately retreated, and I slapped through the wooden door with a five-thunder slap, and heard the other party's 'ah' scream.

Then he picked up the unicorn arm, jumped to the top of the corridor, and smashed it against the floor slab, which pierced a big hole.

The man lying in the corridor snorted, and after a few rolls, he disappeared.

I turned around and rushed through the broken door, and a bright sword light slashed at me. I disappeared in an instant, appeared in the man's back, and smashed him in the back with the aftermath of the mandarin duck arm. The camouflage uniform rushed forward with a 'wow', spat out a mouthful of blood, and then collapsed with a thud.

Grass! After eating my five thunder palms a few times, I can still hold on for so long. Didn't you die on my mandarin duck arm in the end?

Spat on the camouflage uniform, I appeared in the hallway on the second floor. The other camouflage uniform is light, and the person disappears after a few taps on his toes.

I walked slowly down the hallway, scanning my surroundings with my consciousness. Suddenly, in the bathroom of one room, I felt a person kneeling on the ground and pulling something out of his arms.

Instantly appeared on his back, and the man was startled to someone approaching, and was grabbing the pill in one hand and sending it to his mouth, and suddenly turned his head to look at it.

A five-thunder palm slammed over, and the pills in the camouflage suit's hand spilled all over the ground. His back was scorched black by the five thunder palms, and he lay in the toilet with a convulsion, and then his legs broke with a kick.

I walked over and pulled out an egg-sized blue and white porcelain vase in his arms. Pull out the cork and smell it, and a cool aroma will come to your nose. Good medicine.

Picked up the soft sword on the ground and shook it a few times, but it wouldn't be used, and it made a loud noise. I input the strength of the mandarin duck arm, and with a flick of the soft sword, I straightened up. Oh, that's how it works?

Outside, the gunfire had become sporadic, and the resistance of the camouflage uniforms was nearing its end. I appeared in the hallway with my short sword in an instant, and then a few gunshots rang out, which I used my soft sword to block the bullet.

The last truck below has started and is reversing rapidly, apparently trying to run.

I diverged my consciousness and instantly appeared in the carriage, and seven or eight camouflage uniforms were shocked when they saw me, and they all pointed guns at me.

With a flick of the soft sword in his left hand, the heads, arms, and guns of these people were broken to the ground. They lay on the ground and wailed.

The co-pilot, a camouflage uniform, heard the movement, took out a pistol and fired several shots in this direction. I instantly appeared next to his seat and stunned him. The soft sword was pulled around his neck, and a stream of blood sprayed my face.

Grass, pull your neck next time and pull the opposite side, so that you won't spray me all over my face.

After stabbing the driver to death, I showed up on the roof. This base has more than 30 acres, all of which are four or five storey buildings, and these floors enclose the entire site into a 'day' character.

On the roof in the distance, two people were facing each other, both holding cold weapons in their hands. There is one I don't know, but I am still very familiar with Director Fan Jiayang Fan.

Fan Jiayang, this dead old man, locked me up for so many days, and almost tortured me. This time, Lao Tzu will kill you if he fights for his life.