Chapter XXIII
So far away, he couldn't feel the "luck" of that person. But after the monk's death, the figure standing on the roof of the building immediately shrank back - it was confirmed that after the monk died and the drone fell!
This is not the reaction of a normal person!
But he didn't make a sound. Because it is clear that those who can kill people by such incredible means are either monks or demons with unrestricted magical powers. Either of the two can easily escape in this situation.
The agent of the Sect Dao Bureau beside him was obviously a rookie, not an opponent of that person. As for himself...... You have to look at the star fruit.
So he took a deep breath, looked at the tall building again, and then withdrew his gaze.
"Not me. He said to the panicked rookie friar, "The problem with drones." You should ask them. β
He pointed to five equally stunned police officers not far away.
"What's going on!?" the monk directed his attention and immediately glared at the officer. Taking advantage of this opportunity, Li Qingyan walked back to the star fruit.
"Is there anything wrong?"
β...... It's okay. Star fruit made a gesture that surprised him slightly - handed him the handkerchief.
β...... Blood. You have blood on your face. β
Li Qingyan was stunned, and finally smiled.
"Thank you. I'll pay you a new one. He took the handkerchief and sat down beside the star fruit and began to wipe his face. I wanted to get out of here as soon as possible, but now I can't. It was an ordinary person who died beforeβeven though he was a seventh-level monk, he was still an ordinary person. But it was the agent of the Sect and Dao Bureau who died just now, a fifth-level monkβright next to him.
He knew how troublesome it was to deal with such agencies, and he had to wait for them here.
"Are we still here?" "Carambola cautiously looked at the people outside, and then at the drone, "will it be ...... again?"
She really wasn't panicked at all. Li Qingyan especially wanted to see how her head was working now. Have you accepted this helpless fate and have to calm yourself, or have you really begun to find that even this kind of dangerous life is more attractive than when you were on the farm?
"Right here. "Now this should be one of the safest places in Jeonbuk Mountain." β
Fifteen minutes later, Carambola understood what Li Qingyan meant. The second group came slower than the first, but there were many.
Eight vehicles blocked the intersection from different departments. The ambulance arrived first and began to rescue the injured. Seven or eight ring-wearing men rushed into the street menacingly, their bodies lit up like light bulbs. Twenty or thirty black-pressed police officers began to pull cordons farther away and began to disperse the crowd. But people didn't cooperate with them, craned their necks to look inside, and talked about it, as if they were celebrating a festival.
Carambola couldn't understand the reaction of those people, but Li Qingyan said that sentence again: I will understand it in the future.
The monks of the sect bureau had unkind faces, and the rookie detectives who came to the scene first and survived greeted them, as if they were reporting to a chief. The chief looked at Li Qingyan and then at the star fruit from a distance, his face was extremely gloomy. The girl noticed that he was wearing two jade rings on his hands, one black and one green.
Oh, the chief walked towards Li Qingyan. Then a young man came from behind him and stopped him. After talking to him for a few words, the chief glanced at Li Qingyan again, and his expression eased slightly. After thinking about it, he stepped aside.
So the young man stepped on the rubble, avoiding the steaming drawer and the blood that flowed from the monk's body, and walked into the noodle shop that was only half left in the door.
"I said, how?"
His familiar tone made star fruit stunned. This young man's style of dress is very similar to Li Qingyan. Wear a regular dark suit and a white shirt, but add a casual suit to the outside. This makes him look clean and refreshing, although he is a little old-fashioned, but he will also look more stable.
Li Qingyan sighed with relief: "I said I just came for breakfast, do you believe it?"
The young man thought seriously and laughed: "Faith." β
His smile is different from Li Qingyan's. Not gentle, but warm β albeit just smiling. In fact, the appearance of the two is also very different. Li Qingyan is a well-behaved "handsome guy", and his facial features seem to be standard and impeccable. The combination is also just right, and there is not much room for further adjustment.
And this "handsome" is slightly more flamboyant and aggressive. Star fruit thinks that if Li Qingyan is the kind of person who makes people's hearts melt when he smiles in the sun, this one is the type who smiles slightly in the night and neon and can make people want to can't help but go with him.
She was in such a trance, and the young man was already looking at her: "Is that her?"
"That's her. Li Qingyan turned his face to look at star fruit, "This is my friend, Pei Yuanxiu." β
"Hello, star fruit. Pei Yuanxiu smiled and stretched out his hand to her.
For the first time, the maiden faced this "formal" etiquette. She was stunned, and quickly stood up and shook hands with him: "...... Hello. β
Then it happened: how does he know my name? What does "that's her" mean?
Li Qingyan seemed to see her thoughts: "I said before that I checked your information - I asked him." He knows everything about you and me, and he can speak with confidence. β
At this time, star fruit realized the weight of the "friend" that Li Qingyan said before.
"I looked at the briefing when I came. Pei Yuanxiu began to talk to Li Qingyan about business, and his expression became serious, "The first time was an accident. Wang Rucheng is here to seek death. We'll have to check the details later, but he shouldn't be targeting you. β
Carambola realized that "Wang Rucheng" was referring to the man who cut the gas canister with his hands.
Li Qingyan thought for a while: "There is no need to investigate this matter, I can restore what is going on now." Old man Wang used to be the Minister of Military Affairs of the Beishan City Defense District, but he was too decent. After graduating from middle school, this son was brought into the army by him and started as a private, and he worked for more than three years, which was slower than ordinary people. β
"Before the old man retired, he worked as a lieutenant and a lieutenant, and as soon as the old man left, he felt that there was no hope, so he went to the sea to do business. It's a pity that he can't count on his old man. He is also a good gambler, and he owes a lot of debts if he can't do business, so he began to quarrel with the old man, saying that he couldn't even take care of his son when he was an official all his life. β
Pei Yuanxiu shook his head in surprise: "Is that the case? People like the old man are too rare now." β
Li Qingyan pointed to the xiaolongbao shop next door: "This shop was originally opened by an old subordinate of Old Man Wang, and later left it to his son. This son and Wang Rucheng know each other, Wang Rucheng borrowed money from him, and the amount is not small. Later, if it didn't work, this person first came to the door to urge, and then found someone to urge. A few days ago, Wang Rucheng's wife left the child, I guess I couldn't think of a big quarrel with his old father and drank alcohol, and he came here to find someone to die with. β
"This morning, when she and I passed by his house, we heard a noise in the yard. β
"Then it was an accident. Pei Yuanxiu said.
"The incident itself was an accident. Li Qingyan frowned, "But if I wasn't here, she wouldn't be there." Yesterday, when we entered the city, a meteorite fell from the sky, and it hit our car just three or four meters away, which was also an accident. β
"And that drone. He gestured into the distance, "It's an accident, too." But something was clearly not right β I had seen a man on the opposite floor and he had escaped. I guess there was human intervention in all of these accidents. β