After all, it was a matter involving the lives of the students of the second middle school, and it was not an excuse that could be said openly, so he could only write it down silently.

The organization is only looking for new members.

In the same way, the one who dies is the genius of his one.

If it can't be handled properly.

It is also a blow to the prestige of No. 1 Middle School.

It has a great impact on his upcoming position as principal.

Find another person and offer them the conditions to continue?

Lao Zeng contemplated with his eyebrows, and his momentum was dignified, so that people did not dare to disturb his contemplative state.

It wasn't until he came back to his senses that someone handed him some of the details of the murder scene that had been collected.

"Principal Zeng, don't worry, the important thing now is to deal with the aftermath of the deceased and then look for clues to the murderer, but I think we can start with the Zhao family's business ten years ago!"

A very motivated warrior from the West Ward said positively.

"This matter should be handed over to the Martial Arts Administration Bureau and reported to the Pursuit Division, and another murderer involved in the martial arts should be arrested by the Pursuit Division!!"

A young inspector on the other side of the patrol opened his mouth in indignation.

The warrior of the Western Side smiled at him meaningfully.

"Does the Fangcheng Administration also have a murder department?"

didn't wait for the young inspector to ask about the doubts of the murder department.

"No need! I will personally arrest this person who ignores the laws of martial arts!! ”

Lao Zeng's eyes burned with blazing fire.

He's real, angry!

Lao Zeng looked at the information provided by the three bodyguards, with a cold face, asked where the three people were detained, and hurried to the second trial.

Among the remainder.

The young inspector looked confused.

The middle-aged captain who took him patted him on the shoulder and shook his head: "Don't ask about the murder department!" There were vicious incidents in Fangcheng continuously......... It's hard to say! ”

He didn't explain what was wrong.

Thinking that he understood, the young man vowed to become a warrior in order to capture those who disturbed the social order in the city.

The captain smiled helplessly, but only encouraged him.

After all, he is still young.

Before the age of twenty-five, there is the possibility of being promoted to a martial artist on his own.

"Go for it!"

"Yes!"

The young man actively ran to help his colleagues search for clues by the river.

These things are not necessarily useful if they are done.

But it was something they had to do every time, it was very complicated and trivial, and no one complained, because everyone knew that it was much safer than sending them to fight with the warriors, so that they could at least live in peace.

Those border cities that are not very peaceful, patrol the guardians of the ordinary order in the city.

is simply dead like a leek, and when he dies, he will continue to pull people to office, and order and law are like fictitious.

in this world.

The number of ordinary people who are not martial artists is much higher than the number of martial artists.

Not everyone has opportunities and talents, since there is a chance to have talent, then cherish it.

Seize the opportunity to become a warrior.

"What are you talking about?"

After the others left piecemeal, only two people remained, and the middle-aged patrol captain stepped forward and leaned against the pillar of the Guanjiang Pavilion, took out a cigarette and handed it to the person who remained.

"Why can't you mention it? When the murder department was still there, when did Fang Cheng be so chaotic! ”

"There is no ...... for the establishment of the Murder Division"

"But it's not like it can't be built again!"

"You, you are optimistic about Zeng...... Is there anything wrong with the new Deacon Yuan? ”

"Fang Cheng's own people and outsiders, what do you think? Wouldn't it be better for those of us who want to be motivated and follow the powerful people of our fellow townspeople? ”

"You'd better think about it!"

"Why, you voted for Yuan ......"

"Nope!"

The middle-aged captain lit a cigarette on his mouth, looked at the river, and said casually.

"Who am I? Thirty-five years old, the peak of ordinary men, the decline period of martial arts, will enter the decline period of the dantian at any time, and I don't have enough merit exchange pills to support, and I can't afford to buy ........."

"Anyway, the patrol here also needs a fairly experienced person like me to be the captain."

"In the future, maybe you can still mix a deputy bureau? Ha ha! ”

"You gave up? Are you willing? ”

"Don't say such misleading words, Old Ke! Back then, I was just a newcomer...... Probation! Chores, errands! I'm not an official member of the Murder Squad! ”

"Me neither! But my brother is! ”

Lao Ke took a deep breath, drained most of the cigarette, and threw it directly into the water.

"My brother is dead, I have to ...... At least figure out what's going on! ”

"But you're a talented warrior! You're still so young! ”

"Siwen can already become an official team member!"

"You're not too young......

"I'm only twenty-six years old!"

"Aren't you already thirty?"

"Get out!"

"Old Ke, I'll remind you one last time!"

"Don't say it!"

"The confrontation between Lao Zeng and Deacon Yuan, don't get involved!"

"Concentrate on cultivation and make money! Buy more beast meat to eat! You're only twenty-six years old, and you have a good talent, and you still have nine years to go, seven lines, you can spell it! ”

After speaking, he also sprayed the cigarette in his mouth into the river.

Leaving behind a cloud of smoke and leaving in style.

Lang Ping looked at the two obvious cigarette butts on the water, felt uncomfortable for a while, and wanted to pick them up and throw them into the sorted garbage can.

'It's so immoral! ’

After listening for a while, there was no movement on it.

With no new information to eavesdrop, he resisted the urge to pick up cigarette butts and swam downstream.

That's when he heard a sound.

"Who is there!? See you! ”

It wasn't loud or small, but it was aimed at the area he was.

Worst!

It's been discovered!

Lang Ping was hesitating between the two choices of explosion and escape, when he heard the man lower his voice again, changed places, and shouted again.

Lang commented: "......"

There are so many routines in the city now!

He didn't jump out immediately because he was thinking about a problem.

Teacher Yi's strength, how many lines are there?

He doesn't have a too accurate assessment of his strength now, and the data on the force tester is just used to deal with the school, and it can't be taken seriously.

And the gap between his upper and lower limits is a bit big.

Lang Ping heard the man's voice lowered all the way, area by area 'fraud'.

It's also speechless.

However, the four-pattern martial artist who seemed to be called Lao Ke, who was only twenty-six years old, was heading in exactly the direction he was going in downstream.

It's just the same road, and you can't go up and see if you want to.

So, one person was on the willow forest embankment on the shore, and one person was in the water, hiding more than ten meters deep, and they all went to the direction of the small gourd bridge downstream.

"Who is there!? See you! ”

It was another sound, which made Lang Ping not want to listen to it in a low voice.

I was numb, and I shouted all the way, and I didn't stop.

"I'm fishing! Fishing! Don't rob me of my fish! A voice suddenly responded, as if it were also on the shore, on the steps of the embankment.

？？？

What a mess!

Hey?

Incision? Signal!?

A little curious, but he had to go back to school.

By the way, Teacher Yi also went back, so he won't go to his practice room to look for him, right?

Well, it's just past two o'clock in the morning, almost three o'clock.

He's sleeping normally now.

While thinking about his own affairs, Lang Ping listened to a few more corresponding and strange codes above, which seemed to be the master.

Then, the two got off the embankment, walked to the river and squatted.

It's only two meters wide from Lang Ping, but I didn't find it, who would have thought that someone would follow you obscenely?

"Did your guys make a move?"

"What? Oh, you mean, the West End case tonight? ”