When the sky was white, Jiang Mubai opened his eyes.

Sitting all night, finding nothing, he has never been able to sense the existence of aura, but fortunately, the large and small Zhou Tian Tuna method in the "Tianyuan Sword Codex" can make him enter a mysterious state similar to meditation, and he will not be tired and sleepy because he has not fallen asleep, but after opening his eyes, he is refreshed and warm.

Jiang Mubai walked out of the bedroom and looked at the quartz clock, it was only five o'clock in the morning, Jiang Huiyin hadn't woken up yet, he quietly walked outside the house and punched, moving his hands and feet, and dredged his qi and blood.

At this time, there are few pedestrians on the street, and occasionally people go out, most of them walk to the "sky cage rake shop" dozens of meters away.

Chong this name, Jiang Mubai must taste the taste.

Tianlong rake shop only sells dumplings, the shape is like dumplings, but not wet, the thin skin is wrapped in the steamer and steamed on high heat, open the mouth to bite down the filling juice all dripping on the tongue, because the skin is thin, do not need to chew hard, one bite at a time, refreshing and fragrant.

This is a traditional snack from southern Anhui to northern Jiangxi, Jiang Mubai used to go to the porcelain capital to buy porcelain when eating, from the local snacks and speaking accent, can probably judge the geographical location of Dingwu City in Jizhou, but it is not accurate, because the rake shop owner and diners have never heard of cold powder, alkaline water cake and crockpot soup.

At ten o'clock at six, the alarm clock in the house rang, and Jiang Huiyin got up on time.

It can be seen that this girl didn't rest well last night, and after eating breakfast with sleepy eyes, feeding the rabbits, she picked up her schoolbag and went out.

Jiang Mubai insisted on sending her to school, remembered the route from home to Xiaoshan Wenwu School, bought a copy of Dingwu Daily at a newsstand near the school, and then walked slowly to Juying Hall.

Walking to read the newspaper is not a good habit, but Jiang Mubai doesn't have to worry about being hit, with his current skills, unless the racer drives a sports car and stares at him, it is impossible to touch him. What's more, there are almost no cars on the road, except for the buses with air bags, only bicycles and three-wheeled rickshaws, and occasionally two-wheeled electric vehicles crossing the road, and most of the drivers' expressions can taste some superiority.

It is not surprising that in the world a hundred years later, civilian fuel oil is destined to be scarce, although heavy crude oil resources are abundant, and there are abundant offshore oil resources, but it cannot solve the extraction, refining technology and environmental problems, fuel prices will remain high. As for new energy vehicles? Today, when civil science and technology are regressing, there is no need to count on new energy vehicles.

One is born, two times cooked, born yesterday, cooked today.

When he arrived at the Juying Pavilion, Jiang Mubai greeted the sweeping uncle, entered the martial arts arena and sat in the rest area to read the newspaper.

Half an hour later, Liu Longhu, the target master who helped Jiang Mubai speak yesterday, also came, he walked straight to Jiang Mubai's side, lowered his voice and said, "Have you heard?" Last night, the disciples of the Iron Axe Sect ambushed the Blood Knife Gang on the outskirts of the city, wanting to avenge their head, but they didn't expect the Blood Knife Gang to be rotten and hardened, and killed more than a dozen people up and down the Iron Axe Gate. ”

"Huh?" Jiang Mubai's first reaction was to pick up the newspaper he had just put down.

Liu Longhu waved his hand: "Don't look at it, it is not published in the newspaper, maybe the evening newspaper will publish a crowd brawl with a number of casualties." Tsk, there is such a big commotion, and the face of the chief official is not good-looking, you know. ”

I don't understand.

I don't understand it at all.

The tragedy of more than a dozen lives was not reported? Unless the editor-in-chief of the newspaper and the reporter are all intimidated.

"The Blood Knife Gang is going to Sanquan Lane to have a celebration party today, damn, a bunch of scum." Liu Longhu snorted and shook his head, "I have an old friend who used to be a disciple of the Iron Axe Sect, but fortunately, he was admitted to the hospital for a sudden illness last night, and he was considered to have picked up a life." ”

Committed a big murder, and are you still in the mood to have a celebration party? Jiang Mubai was stunned, he thought that he was still living in an orderly and civilized society, but when he suddenly heard this kind of news, he felt unacceptable.

After digesting silently for a while, Jiang Mubai asked in a low voice: "They kill people, and the police don't care?" ”

"No matter what, you have to take care of it, tigers and leopards can't be touched, flies and mosquitoes don't fight? Well, though, I don't expect the police to do justice to Iron Axe. ”

"Why?"

"The police have to have evidence to arrest people, and the Iron Axe Gate ambushed the Blood Knife Gang in a remote area on the outskirts of the city, and no one saw the whole fighting process. If there is no human evidence, let alone physical evidence, the Blood Knife Gang must have handled it cleanly. How can you arrest someone without evidence? Two days later, the Blood Knife Gang lost a little brother who lost a top tank, and then coerced and lured a few unlucky eggs to be scapegoats. ”

Liu Longhu shrugged his shoulders, his eyes showed a little contempt, and after speaking, he added: "As for the martial arts cultivators in Dingwu City, alas, since it was the Iron Axe Gate that set up an ambush and was counter-killed, then the Blood Knife Gang was killed with dignity, and the Zhige faction was not easy to say." If you want to kill, you have to be ready to be killed, right? ”

Listen to this meaning, be a good citizen who keeps to himself, and there will be no personal danger. At least, it's safe in an urban area where there are many people and there is surveillance.

But Jiang Mubai was still puzzled, this was the first time he clearly realized the difference between today's world and a hundred years ago.

"Master Liu, the name of the Blood Knife Gang sounds like a criminal *society* gang with a bad nature, isn't it the police's job to sweep away the underworld and eliminate evil? There shouldn't be a shortage of evidence to crack down on the underworld *society*, right? Jiang Mubai's eyes hinted that he didn't understand how the Dingwu Police Department, which was responsible for maintaining local law and order, could allow such a vicious black gang to continue to exist.

Liu Longhu was very surprised: "You're not a local?" ”

"Huh?"

"Dingwu City, it was like this many years ago, a small place, and it can't be compared with big cities like Tianjing, Yedu, and Linhai."

Seeing Jiang Mubai's face full of doubts, Liu Longhu smiled bitterly: "I'll just tell you this, those in uniform may not be clean." Even if it's black, the police station is not a match for gangs. The police also have wives and children, and they will be afraid, and the captain of the Xiaoshan District Serious Crime Team has only opened two tricks, and the best thing he can fight under his subordinates is an eight-trick, which is more than enough to deal with small shrimp like us, and it is not enough to see it when it comes to rotten tops. ”

Jiang Mubai was stunned: "Police, don't you have a gun?" ”

"Yes, the small pistol, the top egg, to adjust the big gun to get the General Administration to apply, and when the application is approved, people have already received the news and run away. Besides, this Dingwu City is not the police station that has the final say, it is the chief political officer, Lei Zhangmen, Qiu Pavilion Master, Mr. Ye, and Mr. Wang, they have the final say, and the police station will arrest the children of the gang sect at will without evidence, can Lei Zhangmen agree? ”

The chief magistrate of Dingwu City is roughly the same level as the mayor of the previous prefecture-level city, but has greater authority and a longer term of office.

Jiang Mubai knew that the current ruler of Dingwu City was a cultivator who was over the age of sixteen, and as for the other names, he had never heard of them at all.

"Master Lei? Qiu Pavilion Master? Mr. Ye? Mr. Wang? Jiang Mubai repeated it and asked, "Aren't they government officials?" Why do they have the final say in Dingwu City? ”

"You really don't know anything." Liu Longhu glanced at Jiang Mubai a few times and grinned, "Yes, it's okay to be idle anyway, I'll tell you." ”

Jiang Mubai made a gesture of listening, but as soon as Liu Longhu spoke, he was interrupted by a voice that was not unfamiliar.

"I heard that you injured Wang Ming in the ring yesterday?"