Who is Yang Dazhuang?

Fang Ziyu kept thinking about this problem when he walked on the road, so much so that when he walked to the destination, he felt like he had crossed over, and he couldn't even remember which way he had walked and who he had met on the way, as if he had stood in front of Yuejiang Tower in the blink of an eye after going out.

Even in the face of Wen Yan, who is chivalrous and righteous, fighting crime and eliminating evil, Fang Ziyu will be vigilant and vigilant, not to mention the man who came out of nowhere.

Since Jiang Lan met Yang Dazhuang that day, Fang Ziyu tried to investigate Yang Dazhuang in various ways, but all efforts were in vain, except for Yang Dazhuang's love for the combination of a tunic and a black umbrella.

In the eyes of those private investigators whose business level is not top-notch, Yang Dazhuang is a non-existent person, and if he hadn't received a deposit, they might have suspected that it was a bad joke.

But Yang Dazhuang did leave traces that could prove his existence, such as the business card in Jiang Lan's hand, such as the changes after Ouyang Jie left Huaxia.

After the encounter in Los Angeles, Fang Ziyu kept a high degree of attention to every move of "J", and it was not easy to find out the news of "J" in Huaxia, but fortunately, Ouyang Jie had the intention to make "J" an image of a prophet who punished evil, and was extremely active on the Internet, so Fang Ziyu only needed a VPN and a translation software to know the recent developments of "J".

After returning to the American Federation, Ouyang Jie did not continue the bloody slaughter, nor did he scurry around like a headless fly. Instead, he appeared in the online world with a new image, and his rabid fans began to systematically and systematically promote "J".

In the mouths of avid fans, J is no longer a dark knight who uses lynching to punish criminals, but a campus guardian who keeps death threats out of the school gates.

In the space of a month and a half, J has prevented three school shootings, one of which is highly likely to cause heavy casualties. And before each attempt to rewrite the future, J will publish a plausible prophetic poem on a fan-built website, and before the shooting, J's fan group will deeply analyze the prophetic poem and interpret several locations where the shooting may have occurred.

After that, J's apostle will appear at the scene of the imminent shooting at the most critical moment, and successfully stop the shooting, becoming a hero bathed in applause in the eyes of reverence and gratitude.

The local police can't do anything about it, after all, most states in the United States do not have laws that prohibit citizens from wearing certain jewelry with a special meaning when preventing shootings.

Even if everyone knew that the apostles were wearing ornaments related to the infamous J, the police could not do anything about them, as they could not prove that the apostles had direct contact with J.

Take 10,000 steps back and say, even if they had had direct contact with J, so what? They have become heroes, and they are respected and loved by students, parents, school boards, and all sectors of society.

In this environment where guns are rampant, everyone is at risk, and school buses are comparable to armored vehicles, who dares to risk the world's condemnation? Who would dare to arrest the hero who stopped the school shooting?

The major television stations in the United States have not missed this once-in-a-century opportunity, the propaganda war and controversy have intensified, the radical voice has become louder and louder, many students in Ohio have organized a march to demand that the FBI abandon the investigation, and there has even been a large-scale march in Washington, petitioning the White House, hoping that the president can use the right of amnesty and work together with J to defend the safe environment of thousands of campuses in the United States.

However, J has not been arrested, has not yet been convicted in court verdicts, and there is no way to talk about a presidential pardon. Moreover, the astute White House staff can smell the danger, and gun control has always been the most polarized problem in the United States, and once the president intervenes, the slightest carelessness can end up in embarrassment, or at worst, the political future will be dealt a heavy blow, resulting in no hope for the next election.

As a result, the cat-and-mouse game continues, with more and more departments involved in the investigation and pursuit, and more and more civilians fighting against these departments, although most of them are only using keyboards to support online, but there are still a small number of people who are willing to take practical action and are willing to pay for J and J's apostles.

This is a game between the legal system and the myth of the prophets!

This is a war between procedural justice and outcome justice!

It was hard for Fang Ziyu to imagine that Ouyang Jie, who was overwhelmed by the confrontation with him, could gain a firm foothold in this storm that swept the US Federation, and could confront the FBI, CIA, NSA, DHS and other departments for more than a month.

Maybe people will grow up quickly under pressure, but Ouyang Jie's growth speed is incomprehensible. After thinking about it, Fang Ziyu could only think that Ouyang Jie had a master behind him, and the time when this master appeared was about a month and a half ago.

So, who will this master be?

The figure wearing a tunic and a black umbrella appeared in Fang Ziyu's mind.

"Welcome."

The soft and moving female voice interrupted Fang Ziyu's thoughts, and the greeting guests wearing cheongsams with long legs and half-exposed legs smiled in front of the door, and even the red lanterns were blown by the cold wind blowing by the riverside, but they did not tremble at all.

No wonder it is said that beautiful women are born with a cold-resistant physique.

The second time he came to Yuejiang Tower, Fang Ziyu was no longer cramped and nervous as last time, his expression was relaxed and natural, he nodded slightly towards Yingbin with a polite smile, and said softly: "Hero Pavilion." ”

"Please."

The two greeters, one on the left and one on the right, bent sideways, as if the red carpet was only for the guests in front of them.

"Thank you." Fang Ziyu followed the waiter from the wooden escalator to the third floor, and pushed the door straight into the best box in Yuejiang Building.

The Hero Pavilion is still like that, the only difference is that there are a few more beautifully made carbon stoves in the room, which are placed in several corners, plus the air conditioner hidden in the dark, even if the screen is removed and the cold wind blows into the room, it is much warmer than outside.

"How many chairs do you keep?" The smile on the waiter's face was faint, but natural.

"Leave three, and remove the other chairs and chopsticks."

"Three?" The waiter looked surprised, hesitated for a moment, and then asked, "Do you need to change to a small square table?" ”

Fang Ziyu shook his head: "No need to change, the big round table is very good." ”

"Okay." The waiter took out a gadget similar to a car remote control from his coat pocket and put it down along with the recipe, "Then I won't stay outside the door, so as not to disturb your conversation, if necessary, please press this button." ”

"Huh? Well. Fang Ziyu was stunned, and then nodded, the three of them ate, booked a box with a minimum consumption of 5,000 and eight, and used a large round table instead of a small square table, which really didn't look like a dinner party with close friends.

The waiter was right, this was not a family dinner or a friend dinner, but an important meeting.

………………

In a high-rise building on the other side of the Yinjiang River, the silver-haired girl put down her binoculars, turned her head and nodded to the slightly hunched old man beside her, "He's here, alone." ”