Wu Yu moves quickly.

The Superintendent of Special Police has been investigating this area for a long time, so it is not difficult to gather information.

Li Duo is now under the supervision and investigation of the special police superintendent, Li Yiyi disappeared one by one, Ding Ai simply did not rush back to the dormitory, but went back to the hospital to check Director Weng's injuries again.

Director Weng had already woken up, and he was a little surprised to see Ding Ai coming alone.

"Xiao Ai?"

Ding Ai smiled at Weng Changting. His gaze quietly shifted to his arm, which had already been handled by the nurse.

Weng Changting was so keen, he naturally tasted the subtle caution in the air, so he smiled self-deprecatingly, "This is already good!" ”

He said and pointed to the back of his head with his other movable arm, and said, "Here, twenty years ago, I was still a stunned young man who followed my master to catch a particularly evil fugitive in the special police superintendent, and was taken advantage of by the other party to come inattention. ”

"A little more like this, and the brains will be photographed."

Ding Ai pretended to be surprised: "It's so dangerous! ”

Weng Changting smiled disapprehantly: "That's not it!" And later the doctor said that the hair on the scalp. The sac is damaged, and the original injury is not hairy. I said in my heart that this is good, looking at this scar can still remind myself at all times. And guess what? ”

Thinking of the past, Weng Changting showed a crying and laughing expression: "My daughter-in-law thinks I'm ugly." ”

"I thought it wouldn't work, so I gritted my teeth and got a hair transplant. Who knew that a hair transplant was worse than an injury. ”

Ding Ai was happy when he heard this: "I didn't know that you were married." ”

Weng Changting raised his eyebrows when he heard this: "That can't be!" I'm in my forties, and I'm still wearing a bachelor, is this like a talk! ”

Ding Ai laughed out loud with a lot of face.

Weng Changting's arm is useless.

But compared to his hand, such a dangerous move, if he hadn't reacted quickly at that time, he might have lost his life, let alone an arm.

Ding Ai said: "Can I take a look at your injuries again?" ”

Director Weng was stunned for a moment, then nodded.

Ding Ai diagnosed, and heard the Weng Changting boast: "It's not easy, you little girl, you are not afraid of the scene last night." ”

This is said with eight points of sincerity, and the remaining two points are probably temptations.

Ding Ai smiled at the other party without a trace: "How can you not be afraid." It's just that Third Brother Jian is here, I believe him. ”

Although these words were to fool Weng Changting, when he really said it, Ding Ai's face still couldn't help but dry.

Her slightly flushed face added a lot of credibility to her words.

Weng Changting didn't expect Ding Ai to reply with such a sentence, first stunned for a moment, and then his eyes turned a little red, and he nodded again and again and said, "Okay." ”

Ding Ai couldn't help but be curious, so he simply pushed the boat down the river and asked, "You seem to be very close to Third Brother Jian." ”

"Not really! I grew up watching him. Weng Changting looked a little emotional: "That kid, it's not easy these years. In the Jian family, don't look at him as the eldest young master. He also suffered a lot of grievances. ”

"I still remember when a kid told me, 'Hate is the best thing about him.'"

"Tell me, how can you say something like that when you're so small."

When Ding Ai heard this, he couldn't help but think of the whips that Jian Xingwen had drawn on the spot when he was worshipping his ancestors during the Qingming Festival, and for a while, some coldness welled up in his eyes.

She had always known about Jian Tianqi's situation in the Jian family, but she didn't think that the "hatred" that the man mentioned would be simply due to the resentment of the unfair treatment over the years.

She inquired when she was at Jane's house, and then asked Junzi to investigate.

Jian Xingwen has always been very good to Jian Tianqi's two eldest brothers who have passed away.

Not only that, but the matter of whipping in public has only happened to Jian Tianqi.

After listening to Jian Xingwen's words today, Ding Ai believed his previous guess even more: the relationship between Jian Tianqi and Jian Xingwen was not as simple as abuse.

Moreover, the Jian family, a family that attaches importance to bloodline and has other sects, the heirs of the lineage are as precious as gold.

Jian Xingwen has been using chronic poison all year round. Medicine control Jian Tianqi.

If it's just to keep the heir under his control, there's more to do than that.

Jian Xingwen's methods, no matter how you look at it, are too vicious.

This may also explain why her third brother Jian likes criminal investigation but is obsessed with being a capitalist.

The connections and resources accumulated by the Jian family over the years have made no one shake their status in the business world.

If Jian Tianqi wants to have the right to speak or even take revenge, shaking the Jian family in capital is undoubtedly the most powerful.

Ding Ai retracted his floating thoughts, and his attention once again shifted to Weng Changting's injury.

"Director Weng, have you seen the face of the man who attacked you last night?"

Weng Changting shook his head with some regret, but opened his mouth to add: "The incident happened suddenly, at that time, Li Duo's life was hanging by a thread, where can I manage so much!" ”

"But I saw a piece on his forehead, and the skin was lighter than elsewhere, so then the moonlight looked like a white spot, and the edges seemed to be a little red, I don't know if I was wrong."

Ding Ai remained silent: "Do you think Li Duo's life was hanging by a thread at that time?" ”

Weng Changting seemed to be a little inexplicable about Ding Ai's question, and his expression was subtle for a moment, but finally he nodded.

Ding Ai asked again: "Did you tell Third Brother Jian about the white spots?" ”

"Anyway, isn't that kid going to fuck his shit now? Hey, Xiao Ai," Weng Changting changed his words: "I may still have to trouble you to go back to the dormitory and continue to lurk for a while." Now that Li Yiyi is missing, we are still looking for her whereabouts. If she goes back to the dormitory, you'll have to contact us as soon as possible. ”

Ding Ai nodded.

"Uncle Weng, don't worry, your injuries also need to be recuperated. It's a good thing that the doctor has handled you well, and you must cooperate. ”

"Got it, girl!" Weng Changting said with a smile.

Ding Ai left Weng Changting's ward with his usual laziness on his face, and he couldn't tell what he was thinking.

The moon stars are scarce.

The bustle of the day faded away, and the campus was silent.

In the darkness, a black figure was treacherous.

The man was tall and as thin as a bamboo pole. But he seemed to be carrying something on his back, thick and heavy.

From a distance, such a combination is a bit funny, but in the night, it reveals a little weird.

The man carried something on his back and walked into the operating building of the school hospital in a leisurely manner.

He was clearly cautious. When I walk, I keep looking back and stopping. Be even more cautious when you get to the vicinity of the school hospital.

It wasn't until he was sure that no one was following him that he put it in his pocket and took out the door card and swiped it into the building.

Only the emergency department of the school hospital is still lit up.

The man entered the operating room and walked to the operating room with ease.

Entering the operating room, he put the things on his back on the cold operating table as if relieved, and made a strange muffled sound.

At that moment, only an imperceptible sneer sounded in the air.

The man's nerves, which had just relaxed, suddenly tightened, and he suddenly turned his head to look at the source of the sound, and shouted, "Who!? ”

Sure enough, in the dark, there was a person lying on another operating table next door!

The man, dressed in black and petite, lay there lifeless like a corpse until the man spoke, and then sat up from the operating table without hurrying.

A lazy voice with a three-point banter atmosphere slowly sounded: "Hey, fortunately, you came early, this is really hard." If I lie down like this and wait, my waist will break. ”

The voice is a little brittle, with a sense of youth and girlishness at the same time, and it sounds a little indistinguishable between men and women.

Obviously, regardless of men and women, the tall and thin bamboo pole man didn't intend to talk nonsense with the other party, and when the other party's voice didn't fall, he had already taken the lead, and he raised his palm and slashed at the other party.

Who knew that the man's figure was as light as a ghost, and he just shook his body slightly, and he dodged his instantaneous palm without moving his buttocks.

The bamboo pole man's face was not panicked, but hit the other party with his other hand, and at the moment when he saw the big man stretch out his palm to greet him, the bamboo pole man's face showed an imperceptible smirk.

Behold!

In the next second, the man turned his palm to block, and hit the wrist of the bamboo pole man with Rou Kegang, just like that, he opened the opponent's whole strength in four or two, and the other hand had already punched before the bamboo pole man reacted, and a short punch hit the bamboo pole man's chest, directly shaking the opponent more than three meters away.

The bamboo pole man took a few steps back in disbelief, and his voice was a little hoarse because the valve was shaken: "Wing Chun!" ”

"Who are you?"

The mysterious man in black did not answer, his eyes covered by the veil seemed to be laughing, and he bent into a crescent moon: "It's a little heavier." Speaking of which, it's all your fault, you said that you are evil kung fu, I don't dare to let you touch it. ”

The bamboo pole man's pupils shrank in disbelief.

On the other end, the petite black-clothed mysterious man then said unhurriedly: "You don't really think that collecting the internal organs of female students in the empty school can be done without knowing it, right?" ”

She said solemnly: "I can't hide it, I am a messenger of justice, specializing in doing the right thing for heaven and killing demons." ”

The bamboo pole man sneered disapprovingly: "Messenger of justice? Are you black-clad and masked, sneaky? ”

Ding Ai was a little amused when he heard this.

Why did he come to question her?

Ding Ai said: "Aren't I a low-key person?" ”

Ding Ai paused, glanced at the black bag behind him, and said in a slightly cold tone: "Okay, let your newly arrested female student go, and do less evil." ”

Who knew that the bamboo pole man seemed to have heard some joke: "Hahaha talk to me about conditions?" Do you think you can get out alive? ”

Ding Ai was not provoked at all, but spread his hands innocently: "You can't beat me again." ”

Looking at the ruthlessness in the eyes of the bamboo pole man, she kindly proposed: "It's better for us to wrap the scissors hammer, win two out of three games, and if you win, think about it again." ”

Can you think about it again if you win?

The bamboo pole man couldn't help asking, "Then what if I lose?" ”

The mysterious man in black under the black cloth façade smiled with crooked eyebrows, and even his crisp voice was full of laughter.

She said word by word unequivocally: "That's naturally me, blow your dog's head." ”