Zhang Lisheng walked around the road in front of the mansion twice. After thinking about it, he felt that he could only find a kind person to ask where the Qingxian bus station was.

Then I went to the bus station to find a car from Damu Town and asked for it to see if I could take myself to Damu Town first and give the car money the next day.

After making up his mind, Zhang Lisheng happened to see a fat middle-aged woman walking towards him with a kind face. He hurriedly stopped him and asked, "Auntie, how can I get to the county bus station?"

“The bus station has just moved to the Xianzhuang, but it’s far away.

In this way, you can take bus No. 5 across the street and arrive at the sixth stop; or you can get there for four dollars if you cut off a motorcycle.”

"Aunt, I, I want to ask how to walk at the station?"

The middle-aged woman was stunned, looked at the teenager's black and red face in front of her and asked, "What's wrong? Only the car money is left?"

Zhang Lisheng lowered his head and pointed.

"Your baby isn't a little liar, right?"

“When, of course not.

Aunt, that's right, if you don't know where, I'll ask others again, and then ask others again." Zhang Lisheng's face turned red and he was about to walk away in a hurry.

"Don't leave," the middle-aged woman grabbed Zhang Lisheng and took out ten dollars from her pocket. "Auntie, you look like a kind child, not like a fool.

Take this ten yuan and buy two meat pies to eat. Let’s take a bus.”

Zhang Lisheng hurriedly refused and said, "No, Aunt, how can I take your money? I'm asking for directions..."

"Modo said, go home quickly, don't let Dad, Emu worry, go home quickly." The middle-aged woman stuffed ten yuan into Zhang Lisheng's pocket and walked away quickly.

"Auntie, where are you living? Tomorrow, I will send you the money back tomorrow." Zhang Lisheng touched the ten dollars in his pocket and shouted gratefully behind the fat woman.

The woman ignored her and walked away.

With this ten yuan, Zhang Lisheng's dilemma was solved. It was estimated that from the county town to Damu Town, it would be at most five or six yuan. He planned to intercept the motorcycle to the station according to the kind aunt's instructions, and then take the bus home.

Unexpectedly, Zhang Lisheng was standing on the curb and was about to reach out to stop the car when he suddenly saw a police car galloping and stopped in front of him.

The window of the police car driver's seat slowly fell down, and the person driving was Yang Zhengqi, who looked exhausted.

He stared at Zhang Lisheng with blood-stained eyes for a moment, and said a few words in a low voice: "Get in the car, I'll take you home."

From the moment he saw Yang Zhengqi, Zhang Lisheng's expression also changed from ambiguous to calm. After thinking about it, he calmly walked around the police car, opened the car door and sat in the passenger seat.

The police car started and drove towards Zhuwo Village.

On the streets of Yili, the two in the police car were speechless until the police car drove into the winding mountain road outside the city. Yang Zhengqi suddenly said: "I spent a whole day with you yesterday. I just learned about the identities of the four people you killed."

Zhang Lisheng was still speechless.

Yang Zhengqi continued: "The man who died at your gate is Song Lisheng, a native of Yangcheng, eastern Guangdong Province. He is a cultural relics smuggler who is engaged in some tomb robbery. He has been arrested several times, but all of them are released because of insufficient evidence.

Speaking of which, he is nothing great, but when it comes to his elder brother and second brother…”

"Battleman Yang, what do you want to say?"

"Of the four people you killed, three of them were not temporary criminals, but professional criminals. One of them was the retirement of the company commander of the Special Forces Reconnaissance Company, which forced me to increase your danger by several levels.

The last remaining deceased, He Qingmiao, is your fellow villager. According to the inquiry records of other villagers, it was the county hospital he took you to after your father had an accident..."

"You even ask about this kind of thing?" Zhang Lisheng said with inexplicable smile.

"This is also a clue to solving the case, of course I have to ask.

The cause of He Qingmiao's death was a severe toxic attack, but his internal and external injuries were also very serious. The forensic doctor said that if it were not for the toxic attack, he would have suffered a lot of unnecessary torture before his death.

And he died on his knees, is he begging for mercy?"

Zhang Lisheng was really not used to talking in circles like this, so he asked again: "Bao Yang, what do you want to say?"

"I want to say that no matter what the cause of your crime was, the case site proved that you were a very cruel and terrible criminal, and at the same time he also attacked two of the most well-known National People's Congress representatives in eastern Guangdong Province.

Your nationality is the United States, so I think it is better for your own life, for the social security of the emerging small town of Qu County, and for the face of an old policeman. "

"What did you say?" Zhang Lisheng was stunned for a moment and asked in confusion.

"You were born at St. George's Hospital in Brooklyn, New York, New York, and are of American nationality."

"What?" Zhang Lisheng asked dumbly.

"I said it twice, you are from the American country."

Seeing that Yang Zhengqi didn't seem to be joking, and he couldn't joke with him, Zhang Lisheng was silent for a while and suddenly became excited, "What are you doing? I am from the Chinese, and my ancestors have roots in the western Sichuan seedlings..."

Seeing Zhang Li's extremely angry look, Yang Zhengqi felt a gloomy pleasure in his heart. He smiled and said, "Don't be excited. From a bloodline, you are indeed Chinese like me, but from a legal perspective, you are an American.

Have you never heard of the word Chinese American?"

"I am not a Chinese American." Zhang Lisheng said firmly. As Chu Wu, he can be said to be a descendant of the Chinese gods, so how could he regard himself as a foreigner?

"I said that you are a Chinese in blood and an American in nationality. This is the case and it is not contradictory.

You are over 16, under 18, and are undergoing nine-year compulsory education. You can be said to be unable to work. According to the law, I have contacted the American Consulate in Chengdu and entrusted them to find your mother who is far away in the United States.

Once you contact her, she will naturally become your legal guardian and should take you out of China.”

"Ah, Ehm, I Ehm, the American Consulate is looking for me, Ehm..." Zhang Lisheng was upset for a moment and lowered his head and said, "I will not go to the United States, I have been there for generations..."

"You have to go to the United States, you have to go to the United States.

Let me tell you, although I cannot convict you, it is still 100% possible to drive you out of your jurisdiction, who is under 18 years old and has American nationality." Yang Zhengqi tightened his face, looked at Zhang Lisheng, and said coldly.

If it weren't for seeing it with your own eyes, Zhang Lisheng would hardly imagine that the serious and profound captain of the criminal police brigade had such a moment of being in a state of voluntary action.

He opened his mouth in amazement, but felt that he had nothing to say. Even if he had become a witch, power was still something that this ignorant young man could not deal with.

Besides, although he was stubborn, deep down, he was actually full of desire to see his biological son Emu.

After that, the two of them remained silent until the police car stopped at the entrance of the village of Zhuangwo Village. Zhang Lisheng suddenly asked, "What does it mean to provoke a representative of the Eastern Guangdong People's Congress?"

"Song Lihai, chairman of Yuehai Group in Yuedong; Song Litao, president of Yuedong Yuehai Group in Yuedong, they are Song Lisheng's eldest brother and second brother, and they are also the National People's Congress representatives whom you killed for three consecutive terms.

You should have heard of Yuehai Group, right?”

"Listen, I heard that they don't have a basketball team!

But, with this prince like this, how could he rob my house? Isn’t this breaking into the hut with a brick in his arms?”

"I have met a gold card in a luxury store who can swipe a building with a gold card in his bag, but he still steals a flower scarf. It's just a perverted pursuit of excitement. There are so many such things now.

But even if you encounter it, even if you are in trouble, Yuehai Group's "Er Song" is not just a NPC representative, but a charity businessman." Yang Zhengqi said with a hidden warning in his tone.

Zhang Lisheng didn't understand this kind of speech technique and asked foolishly: "What's the point?"

But Yang Zhengqi shut up and made a gesture to let Zhang Li get out of the car, and never answered again.

The haze of the bloody murder case happened the night before yesterday was still fermenting in the mountain village.

Most of the local Chinese tourists have left the mountain village, but at the same time, some young foreign tourists have happily flocked to Zhuwu Village from other tourist attractions in western Sichuan.

Their tourist holy place is the old Zhang family house that seems to be able to smell the smell of blood.

This result is actually not surprising, it has nothing to do with courage, it is simply a difference in civilization.

In the traditional civilization of Chinese people, their attitude towards ghosts and gods is to stay away from them;

Westerners who believe in the three elements of the Holy Father, the Holy Son, and the Life and the Spirit like to find out the truth about supernatural events.

Zhang Lisheng got out of the police car and encountered the attention of some villagers and foreign travelers. The difference is that the eyes of the villagers in Chunwo Village are full of fear, while the expressions of foreign tourists appear very curious.

While Zhang Lisheng got off the car, Yang Zhengqi also walked down the police car and watched Zhang Lisheng slowly walk towards the ancient house along the stone path in the mountain village.

The villagers who saw this scene couldn't help but whisper: "Isn't that person the captain of the public security? Why did he personally send the mountain? Bah, personally send the 'old man Li Sheng back to the village?"

"What happened to the captain? He was also a mortal when he saw the 'supernatural powers'. However, it's hard to say much about this kind of thing now. Be careful of being eaten by the insects."

"How come you are so cunning about your naughty baby?

I won’t say much, I’ll ask you another question, Ermu’s mourning, you tell me..."

"You really want to die, and you still mention this.

Ermu broke into the door of Zhangjiadi, and finally knelt down, and his heart and lungs were all over the floor. You were not unaware of it. I am afraid that his family would not dare to hold this funeral for him. Of course we pretended."

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Everyone, Zhuzhu Plus has to take leave to write at home. He really can't do it casually, and he doesn't want to write sloppyly to reduce the quality.

So if you really like this book, can you give Zhuzhu a reason to ask for leave? Is it okay to submit your recommendation, and the book will reach the top ten of the new book list and last until the end of the new book. Even if Zhuzhu escapes from the class, he will take out two days to code 5 chapters to reward everyone.

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