When Ouyang Ping and Liu Dayu opened the curtain and walked into the room, they were stunned by the scene in front of them: five SWAT team members were really pressed to the ground. One person pressed Zhizhen's head and neck, one person pressed Zhizhen's right arm, one person locked Zhizhen's left wrist, one person pressed the whole body against Zhizhen's ass while twisting Zhizhen's left leg with his right hand, and another person pressed Zhizhen's waist with his right knee.

In front of Zhizhen's head, there was a small table, on which there was only a piece of gauze and a little vegetable braised - the so-called vegetable braised was supposed to be eel soup, and there were a few strips of blood clots lying on the gauze, and the vegetable braised glued the gauze to the table. There were several wooden bowls and plates lying on the ground, food was scattered all over the ground, and a bamboo basket lay not far away.

Zhizhen was still struggling, but to no avail, Chen Jie had already put the handcuffs on Zhizhen's wrist.

Staff Officer Li wiped the muzzle of the pistol with his hand, and then put it in the holster.

There was a pool of blood underneath Zhizhen's left leg, and next to the blood lay a bullet casing.

There was another person who was stunned by the scene in front of him, he was Wuji, he stood next to a bonsai in the curtain, bowed his head, bent over, trembling all over, and Zhizhen squinted at him with his eyes.

"Captain Ouyang, this guy really has a lot of strength." Staff Officer Li said, "If it weren't for this shot, we would really have to do something." ”

"Staff Officer Li, thank you very much, without your help, it would be really difficult for us to subdue this old demon Dao."

Ouyang Ping and Liu Dayu walked to Zhizhen's head, Zhizhen squinted his eyes and glanced at Ouyang Ping and Liu Dayu.

The two SWAT team members picked up Zhizhen, but unfortunately it was difficult for Zhizhen to stand normally, because his right leg had been shot and wounded, and the blood was still flowing out.

Two SWAT team members sat on a Taishi chair.

Han Lingling picked up the gauze from the table, wrung out the vegetable braised on the gauze, and then tied the gauze to the injured part of Zhizhen Dahui, and the bleeding quickly stopped.

Zhizhen adjusted the Taoist hat on his head, and just now, during the fight, the hat on his head was crooked to the side, jamming the arch of his right eyebrow.

Ouyang Ping looked around, Zhizhen is not only strong in martial arts, but also very high in calligraphy and painting, on the four walls of the room, there are more than a dozen calligraphy and paintings, coincidentally, in these calligraphy and paintings, there is also a piece of Zhang Ji's "Night Park Fengqiao". Ouyang Ping, Liu Dayu and Chen Jie looked at each other for a moment, this calligraphy work and the calligraphy work of Jingyouyuan use the same font, the only difference is: the "Fengqiao Night Park" in Jingyouyuan has no payment and seal, and the "Fengqiao Night Park" in front of him has both a payment and a seal, and the payment is true, and the font and the content of the work are the same; The seal is also true, and the font is seal.

The subject matter and style of several paintings are exactly the same as those of the three paintings in Jingyouyuan, all of which are landscape paintings.

Everyone finally figured out that the five calligraphy and painting works of Jingyouyuan are from the hands of Zhizhen, and the reason why they are not paid is that they are afraid that people will see the clues.

Elder Zhizhen is still a little leisurely, there is a large screen on the right side of the door curtain, and in front of the screen are two old-fashioned bonsai stands, and there is a bonsai on each bonsai shelf.

However, Ouyang Ping and his comrades are not in the mood to appreciate these calligraphy and painting works, screens and bonsai one by one.

Ouyang Ping walked up to Zhizhen: "Zhizhen, where is the entrance to the secret room?" ”