Late at night, Feng Guangyuan knocked on the wooden fish, and the more he knocked, the more boring he felt, and he always felt that something was missing. Finally, he couldn't hold back any longer, opened his hand, found Zhu Xingchang from the contacts, and called the phone.

"Old wishes! What's going on today? ”

On the other end of the phone, Zhu Xingchang was standing in a burned rental house with a group of police officers.

"Lao Feng, I can't go today, there is a super murderer in Nanfeng District, who has committed more than 20 murders in one day, isn't this against me? I'm going to have to catch him today. ”

Zhu Xingchang grabbed the phone and said viciously, delay Lao Tzu to play cards, you have good fruits to eat.

"Okay, hurry up and close the case."

Zhu Xingchang put down his mobile phone and stood at the scene like a Dinghaishen needle. He is not a person who is good at criminal investigation, and he can become the director of the bureau, mostly because of his strength as a five-rank martial artist.

The police department does not lack veteran criminal police officers with rich criminal investigation experience, but it lacks a person who is strong in force and can deal with criminals with thunderous means when they are discovered.

So Zhu Xingchang made up for it.

He came to the scene because he was afraid that the crazy murderer would attack the police, after all, the guy who killed more than 20 martial artists in a day was not a fuel-efficient lamp.

Visiting, investigating, surveillance, and searching the crime scene, the police searched all night and then returned to the police station for a meeting.

On the big screen in front of the conference room, the surveillance video before the crime is playing.

"Zhu Bureau, the previous conclusion can be confirmed, according to the surveillance video, the murderer is only one, female, young or prime, strength unknown."

A young police officer reported.

At this time, another criminal police officer added: "Of course, it is not ruled out that it is a man, because the suspect is very familiar with the surveillance in this area, and we did not take a picture of his face." Moreover, because the victims are all fugitive criminals and live in remote locations, there are no surveillance photos to the scene of the crime, so it is impossible to determine the strength of the perpetrators. ”

"To be able to kill more than twenty martial arts criminals in one day, the lowest strength must be a fourth-grade martial artist."

"What about the motive for the killing? Black eats black, vendetta? ”

At this time, a young policewoman stood up and said, "Could it be that the criminal has taken himself as a messenger of justice?" Teenage youths are jealous and hateful, and their worldview is black and white, and it is easy to have such violent thoughts. ”

The surrounding criminal police looked at the young policewoman jokingly, as if to say, the person you are talking about can't be you.

The policewoman smiled shyly, but she had this idea, especially when she first joined the Detective Bureau, and she wanted to bring all the criminals to justice.

I did a lot of stupid things at the beginning, but now I think about it, it's full of black history.

Zhu Xingchang stared at the big screen. In the surveillance, it was the young woman Feng Xiu pretending to be.

"You see, when the suspect walked, his left foot was light and his right foot was heavy, and he was probably lame. Follow this line, check the martial artists in the Demon Capital who have been injured in the lower limbs. Zhu Xingchang looked away from the screen and explained to the policewoman beside him: "The idea is very good, but it is not realistic. ”

"A young man in his teens - twenties, young, but his strength has reached the middle grade, such a proud son of heaven can cooperate with our Detective Bureau to arrest the murderer, why should she do it privately."

There is still one sentence that has not been said, that is, there are not many people with such excellent talents, there are not many people in the entire demon capital, they all have families and have a good future, there is no need to do such a thing.

Who, exactly?

……

At eight o'clock in the morning, the phone rang suddenly

Feng Guangyuan hurriedly went to answer the phone.

"Hello? Oh, hello homeroom teacher. What's the matter? ”

Feng Guangyuan heard the inquiry on the other side of the phone, looked towards Feng Xiu's house, and replied:

"Feng Xiu hasn't gotten up yet...... Uh-huh, I know, I will definitely urge him in the future. ”

"Okay. When he gets up, I'll ask him to call you back. ”

……

Two hours later, Feng Xiu woke up, got up and washed up, and was about to go out to get something to eat.

found out that his adoptive father was actually at home this morning, which is really rare.

What's even more terrifying is that the meal he made is already on the table.

Feng Xiu has some scope, and the fasting cooked by his adoptive father says that dogs don't eat it, which is indeed an exaggeration. But without some feed, the dog really doesn't necessarily eat much.

It's just that the greens are blanched in boiling water and boiled, and there is no taste at all.

"Come and eat, the meal is ready."

"Well, why didn't you go out today?"

"Don't talk nonsense, hurry up and eat, and call your homeroom teacher back after eating."

"Huh?"

"Your homeroom teacher called this morning, and you were sleeping."

The adoptive father didn't say much, but Feng Xiu already understood, that is, the old class was worried that he would waste time at home and delay his studies, so he specially called to check the situation.

Based on his understanding of the old class, if he hadn't called before noon, the old class would probably come to visit his home in the afternoon.

After a simple meal, Feng Xiu took out his mobile phone and found out the phone number of the old class. Hit it.

The phone was connected, and before Feng Xiu could speak, the old class had already spoken.

"Feng Xiu, although you have completed three bone quenching and broken through to become a martial artist, this does not mean that everything is fine for you." The head teacher, Sun Letian, held the phone and instructed: "Don't be arrogant, there are two and three after the first rank of martial artists." Your goal is not to become a mid-grade realm martial artist, your goal should be a grandmaster. ”

"Old class, I ......"

Feng Xiu was stuck, he didn't know what to say, he said that he stayed up all night last night to practice, but would the head teacher believe it? It is estimated that it is difficult, after all, martial artists cultivate once or twice when they are at the peak of their qi and blood, and then they sleep and rest.

How could it be possible to practice all night.

"Feng Xiu, I understand, there is no such learning environment as a school. It's normal to have slack, but you have to learn to overcome it and turn it around as soon as possible. You have to remember that the reason you took time off to go home was to study better......"

"Uh-huh."

……

The old class's instructions continued for an hour, until it was time for the old class to go to class, and then it finally stopped.

"Feng Xiu, you are a good student, the teacher believes that you can do it."

"Mm-hmm, I understand, thank you, teacher."

"Don't forget to call me in a week."

"Mm-hmm, teacher, I understand."

Feng Xiu hung up the phone, he didn't have any impatience to be wronged, but his heart was warm. Maybe that's what his father told him, don't kill innocent people.

For example, his old class, after he took leave to stay home, it can be said that he no longer has the responsibility to discipline him.

But Lao Ben still risked being hated and made the call.

He may not know that there is a risk of being hated by parents or students for things like phone calls and home visits? The answer is no, he knows he might be hated.

But a strong sense of responsibility in his heart told him that he was driven to do these things that did him little good.

Although Feng Xiu is a pervert and has an incorrect outlook, he still can't do the thing of revenge.