"By the way, do we have any big cases to handle in our group recently?"

In the pantry, Lin Mosheng asked his partner Ah Zhong.

Ah Zhong shook his head.

"Really?"

Lin Mosheng asked.

Li Yi next to him coughed, "Shengzi, in fact, the security of the Hong Kong capital is still good, generally speaking, the most common big case is flour trading." ”

"But if you want to find out that kind of big case, you need an informant to report it, and we also need to ambush and track it to catch both the buyer and the seller."

"And you, now have too many eyes on you, and you are not suitable for dealing with this kind of thing at all."

Lin Mosheng understood, and it turned out that he disliked himself.

He thought about it, he was now being watched by all the clubs, and it was difficult to follow others as a plainclothes person, and I was afraid that it would be difficult to think of a ghost.

Lin Mosheng looked disappointed, "If there is any task to charge in the group, remember to inform me as soon as possible." ”

Li Yi glanced at Lin Mosheng, although this kid is usually lazy, but he actually rushed to do such a thing.

You must know that even the people of the Serious Crime Unit, in the face of real gunmen, often call the Flying Tiger Special Forces for support, rather than going to the team themselves.

Well, Shengzi is a good cop.

While chatting, Fei Zai next to him suddenly said, "If you want to talk about the case, I did receive a murder case a few days ago. ”

Lin Mosheng's eyes lit up, "That case is still there?" ”

Fei Zai complained with an obscure face, "The case has been closed, a psychopath killed the two couples in the community, and it turned out to be ghost revenge." ”

Neurosis, ghost revenge?

Lin Mosheng felt that this seemed to be a little close to a movie he had seen in his previous life, so he asked carefully, "Is there anything strange about this case?" ”

Fei Zai thought for a while, nodded and said, "It's a bit weird indeed, because before the couple died, they specially wore red clothes." ”

Hong Kong people believe in feng shui, and naturally they have heard of what it means to die in red clothes.

Ah Zhong was furious when he heard this, "Could it really be a ghost?" ”

Fei Zai shrugged, "Even if it's a ghost, if you want to find it, you'll find that neurosis." ”

At this time, Lin Mosheng was extremely sure that this was the plot of "Soul Night", and he was silent, ready to wait to see the case file later.

Although the two powerful ghosts in the night of the soul are performing, they will also point to illusions and ghosts, and they will not enter the stream at all.

But Leon, the 'master of ghost hunting', made Lin Mosheng a little curious.

Plastic wrap sleeps ghosts, milk chocolate fights ghosts, this is not only unscientific, but also metaphysical.

If plastic wrap and coincidence can be explained, then in the end, Leon used paper airplanes to take everyone across the void, and it was already determined that he also had some kind of special talent.

And this special talent can also be taught to others.

Flying in the air, even the current Lin Mosheng is extremely envious of this ability.

After having a little lunch at the police station, Lin Mosheng went to find Liu Zhanhua who wanted to see him in the afternoon, and he had a hunch that this was very important to him.

The Hong Kong Flying Tigers training base.

Lin Mosheng smiled and looked at Liu Zhanhua, who brought him over, the person who practiced martial arts was really direct.

"Superintendent Liu wants to test my strength?"

Liu Zhanhua is thirty-five or sixteen years old, and he is at the peak of a man, he is slightly shorter than Lin Merson, his skin is bronzed, and he has a neat shaved head.

There is a sense of perseverance and reliability like a rock.

Liu Zhanhua didn't talk nonsense, raised his eyebrows and said, "Although you and Atai are friends with martial arts, his idiot won't release water, rather than you being beaten to death by him in the ring, it is better for me to beat you to lie in bed for a month." ”

Lin Mosheng moved his hands and feet, and walked to the center of the fighting training ground with Liu Zhanhua.

He cracked his mouth, revealing his snow-white and neat teeth, "I'm only going to win." ”

With Lin Mosheng's grin, Liu Zhanhua's body instinctively tensed.

His casual gaze became serious, and he said seriously, "You're such a monster. ”

Liu Zhanhua had seen the fight between Lin Mosheng and Huahu, so he asked Lin Mosheng out, wanting to make Lin Mosheng retreat, and he went to stop Gan Zitai again.

But now it seems that everyone has lost their eyes.

The young man in front of him is not a once-in-a-century martial arts wizard, but a monster.

Beyond the comprehension of ordinary people, the name is strange.

Liu Zhanhua didn't underestimate him at the beginning, and seriously hugged his fists and saluted, "The children of the Southeast fishermen will be martial artists, and Liu Zhanhua will be a boat fist." ”

This is the old school of doing things.

Lin Mosheng naturally hugged his fists and saluted, but when it came to inheritance, he thought for a while, "Baijialiu, Lin Mosheng." ”

The moment he put down his fist, his waist was like a bow, and his fist was like the wind!

Although he knows a lot of boxing now, in addition to superior yoga, whether it is Guliu Muay Thai, Baji Boxing or Tiger Cannon Boxing.

It's all a steel fist, since it's a steel fist, then it's the first to come first, and take the momentum away!

Liu Zhanhua formed a palm with his left hand and accurately stopped the fist like a storm in the middle of Lin Mosheng's punch.

Pool!

Lin Mosheng's fist was swept away by this palm.

Instead of continuing the pursuit, he stopped and thought.

As soon as he took a hand, Liu Zhanhua showed strength and speed and his own match.

But that subtle technique, like an oar breaking through the water, is far beyond my current self.

Liu Zhanhua didn't pursue, but asked with a smile, "Did you realize something?" ”

While the two were talking, the Flying Tigers training team members also noticed this.

"Zhou Xingxing, I'm not mistaken, there are still people who are willing to practice with Liu Papi?"

Li Jian, a sturdy young man next to Zhou Xingxing, said in surprise.

Liu Zhanhua is not only the superintendent of the Anti-Narcotics Department, but also a martial arts instructor of the Flying Tigers.

In a place like the Flying Tigers that believes in the strong, Liu Zhanhua has cleaned up all the tiger cubs here.

Even a thorn like Zhou Xingxing didn't dare to blow up in front of Liu Zhanhua.

And the nickname of 'Liu Papi' comes from everyone who trains with Liu Zhanhua, and the next day is as uncomfortable as being skinned.

A crowd immediately gathered around.

"Doesn't seem to be our people?"

Zhou Xingxing directly collapsed, "You are stupid, who of us will be stupid enough to practice with Liu Papi?" ”

While everyone was talking, Lin Mosheng also responded to Liu Zhanhua's understanding with his fists.

One punch.

Liu Zhanhua easily stood up, with a touch of confusion on his face.

Because this punch is a little slower than just now.

But then, the second punch.

It's a little faster.

didn't wait for Liu Zhanhua to continue thinking.

The left fist turns into an elbow axe and slashes in the air.

The right knee is thrust and straight to the mid-abdomen.

Lin Mosheng's every punch was a little faster than before.

It's not just a little faster.

He's like a train that starts slowly on the tracks.

Fists, elbows, knees, legs, shoulders, waist, back.

Every part of the body is a part of the machine, and it starts to start with the running train.

Unstoppable!

turned into a surging afterimage, surging towards Liu Zhanhua like waves.

Liu Zhanhua had an illusion for a while, as if he was not facing a person, but the rising tide on the vast sea.