Hong Kong comprehensive begins, seek the law from the heavens

Chapter 141 He is Lin Mosheng of Wanchai Police Station (for subscription)

Lin Mosheng glanced at his basic attributes.

Strength: 31, Constitution: 32, Dexterity: 30, Wisdom: 30, Spirit: 32
After breaking through the extreme value of 30 points, every point of improvement in basic attributes is invaluable.

Even if it is an advanced skill, if you want to break through, in addition to good deeds, you also need prerequisites.

However, Lin Mosheng is still looking forward to the 40-point peak in the world.

He looked again at the supernatural power [Baijiayan] attached to [Stove Fire].

As he focused on his supernatural power.

A series of erratic noises rang in my ears.

Among them were couples quarreling.

There are children reading.

There are parents nagging.

"To monitor the people?"

Lin Mosheng quickly understood how to use the ability of [Baijiayan].

The Stove Lord himself has the priesthood of monitoring the people, so this supernatural power allows him to hear what is going on in the homes of ordinary people with a radius of a hundred miles.

If it is placed on a city god like Suphan, it is of course an excellent supernatural power, but for myself.

Lin Mosheng smashed his mouth, it is not of much use for the time being.

After he figured out the function of [Baijiayan], everyone also woke up from their own perceptions.

This guy Leon saw the porridge left in the tank, and was about to rush up.

Lin Mosheng kicked him away again.

Leon looked rascally, "Ah Sheng, what's the relationship between us, half-brother, you can't bear this little porridge?"

Lin Mosheng divided the remaining porridge into two bowls and packed them, and then set up two stoves to keep them warm.

"If I didn't treat you as my own, would I call you here today?"

Hearing Lin Mosheng's rhetorical question, Leon chuckled twice, "Ah Sheng, don't be so stingy."

"There is porridge, but if you want it in the future, you have to exchange it for something good."

Lin Mosheng didn't give Lyon any face.

Originally, he thought that by starting the game with 600 catties of Lingmi per month, he could build the foundation of his power.

But when I really used good things, I realized that I was really poor.

I searched and searched for some porridge.

Leon rolled his eyes, "Ah Sheng, what good things do you want? Do you want the 'Ima 1990' I researched?"

Lin Mosheng rolled his eyes, "Spirit Field, Spirit Seed, I only need these two things now."

Hearing Lin Mosheng's specific request, Leon rubbed his chin thoughtfully.

In the afternoon, Lin Mosheng found Long Po with two bowls of porridge.

These days, Luang Po, the day wandering god, has been following Gao Jin, who has lost his memory, to prevent any accidents from happening again.

Under the casino of the big silly 'Big Nine', Luang Phor stood gloomy, but the strange thing was that the people around her turned a blind eye to her.

"Dragon Po."

Lin Mosheng walked quietly behind Long Po and patted her on the shoulder.

Long Po was startled at first, now that she has taken the post of Riyou God, she is no longer what she used to be, who can touch behind her at will, but she doesn't feel it at all?
After turning around to see who was coming, Luang Po rolled her eyes angrily, "You boy, you didn't tell the old woman, but deliberately frightened the old woman."

Although the dragon mother-in-law said 'boy', not 'officer Lin', the meaning of closeness is self-evident, and she truly regards Lin Mosheng as her own family, not just an alliance of interests.

Lin Mosheng smiled and handed over a bowl of porridge, "Isn't this here to comfort you?"

Luang Po took the rice porridge, and immediately saw the unusualness of this bowl of porridge, and felt warm in her heart.

Then he looked at Lin Mosheng.

Although it was the first time they met, she knew that Lin Mosheng was extraordinary, with the appearance of a white tiger with wings.

But she hadn't seen her in just a month, and she still had to say a word of admiration, the fruit is extraordinary.

Lin Mosheng's height was a bit taller again, around 1.9 meters, and he was wearing a handmade Tang suit with black background and red embroidered unicorn pattern.

Although he simply stood there, he gave himself a feeling of mountains.

It is as majestic as a mountain, but also as natural as a mountain.

The two strange feelings blended perfectly, so even if he was a day-traveling god, he didn't sense Lin Mosheng appearing behind him at the first time.

While the two were talking, a beautiful woman next to her suddenly said anxiously to the boss, "Boss, why is there no sound on the phone?"

"Oh, that phone has been out of order for a few days."

Hearing this familiar conversation, Lin Mosheng smiled at Long Po, "Dragon Po, you drink the rice porridge first, I'll go up and see the situation."

He leisurely went upstairs with a bowl of rice porridge. At the top of the stairs, two younger brothers blocked his way, "Brother, where did you come from?"

This kind of underground casino only entertains regular customers.

Lin Mosheng smiled, and took out his police officer ID from his pocket, "Wanchai Police Station, Lin Mosheng."

Hearing that it was a note, one of the younger brothers' expression changed, and one of them still bravely said, "Sir, this is not Wanchai, have you crossed the line?"

The other's face changed drastically, and he even turned pale. He quickly covered his companion's mouth, nodded and bowed to Lin Mosheng, "Lin Sir, please, please."

As he said that, he held down his struggling companion and took the initiative to make way for Lin Mosheng.

Lin Mosheng asked, "You know me?"

The younger brother hesitated for a moment, and then said with adoring eyes, "I saw you boxing in the Kowloon Walled City. If you open a boxing gym, I will definitely worship you as my teacher."

Lin Mosheng laughed, patted his younger brother on the shoulder, and walked up to the second floor.

Wait for Lin Mosheng's figure to disappear in the aisle.

The companion who was held down next to him reacted, "Lin Mosheng...the Wanchai gun master who killed Liangkun? We don't need to notify Brother Nine?"

"You are stupid! If Sir Lin wants to touch Brother Jiu, will it be useful for us to notify you?"

"Such a dick? Didn't it mean that he killed Liangkun in the first place just because of Chen Haonan's plan?"

"If Liangkun is Chen Haonan's scheme, what about Hong Xing sitting in Mr. Jiang's business now?"

Hearing his companion's reminder, Awei also turned pale.

Jiang Tiansheng's reputation in the Tao is not comparable to that of Liang Kun.

"Is that rumor true?"

"If it's not true, why hasn't Hong Xing seen Mr. Jiang come forward recently?"

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The big, silly Da Jiu triumphantly held a good hand of cards, and looked at the opposite Gao Jin, "How about it, do you want to follow?"

At this time, a clear voice came from the stairs, "I'm playing cards, is there a place for me?"

Didn't that idiot Awei ask him to guard the door and not allow anyone to come in?

Da Jiu looked unhappily at the stairs, just about to reprimand him.

But after he saw the person coming, his face turned pale, and he couldn't stop shaking his body.

As Hong Xing's little Sijiu, he certainly knew more things.

So when he saw Lin Mosheng walking in, his first thought was, what unreasonable thing did I do?

Lin Mosheng walked to the poker table, looked at Da Jiu who was still swinging, "Why, is it cold?"

Da Jiu hooted twice before regaining the feeling of speaking, and quickly said, "Lin sir, I only have a small gambling house here, and at most it only lends usury. I dare not touch any other things, so I don't need you." Come out?"

In front of Lin Mosheng, he didn't want to argue at all.

Because he knew that the killer in front of him was different from ordinary policemen.

When you meet an ordinary policeman, even the Flying Tigers, at least have a chance to let you go to court.

But Wanchai gun master Lin Mosheng...

It is said in the Tao that he likes to eat the hearts of wicked people.

In the past few days, it was rumored that Mr. Jiang wanted to take advantage of Mr. Lin to go abroad and copied his lair, but now he has disappeared from the world, and he brought Master Zhang along with him.

As for Hong Xing's twelve talkers, none of them dared to speak now, and they just wanted to wait for Mr. Jiang's younger brother to be brought back from Thailand before discussing the matter.

Lin Mosheng glanced at the thin red light of sin on Da Jiu's body, and thought about it seriously for two or three seconds.

For these two or three seconds, Da Jiu felt like he was sitting on pins and needles, and beads of sweat oozed from his forehead.

Finally, I heard Lin Mosheng say, "It's better if you say it yourself."

Then Lin Mosheng ignored Da Jiu, looked at Gao Jin who was sitting opposite the gambling table, and said with a smile, "How about we play a game today?"

Seeing Lin Mosheng coming in alone, Da Jiu was so scared that he almost couldn't speak, Chen Daozai couldn't help muttering in his heart, "Where did Ah Zhen find the policeman, such a dick?"

Chen Daozai hurriedly said to Lin Mosheng, "Sir Lin, we still have something to do today, why don't we gamble next time?"

Snapped.

Da Jiu slapped on the gambling table, and then grabbed Chen Daozai by the neck, "Sir Lin bet with you to save face, don't toast or eat fine wine!"

He took advantage of the situation and stood up, respectfully giving up his seat to Lin Mosheng, "Lin Sir, I have a good deck of cards, why don't you take a look."

Then he grabbed Chen Daozai and whispered, "If you don't want to die too badly later, just lose nicely! Don't blame me for not reminding you."

Chen Knife is about to cry, is this Sir Lin a black policeman?

Lin Mosheng ignored the two people who were 'conspiring loudly'.

He put the porridge in his hand on the table, then gathered the cards on the table, and shuffled them again.

Gao Jin on the opposite side looked at Lin Mosheng who was shuffling the cards, and images appeared in his mind like a revolving lantern, but these images were too fast for him who is still suffering from amnesia to grasp them.

However, gambling is close to his natural instinct, and he subconsciously said to Lin Mosheng, "What are you betting on?"

Lin Mosheng retreated the porridge in front of him to the center, "Just bet on this bowl of porridge. If you can guess the card in my hand, I will give you this bowl of porridge."

Hearing that Lin Mosheng was just betting on a bowl of porridge, Chen Daozai nodded quickly, "It's good to bet on porridge, a small bet is fun, and it won't hurt friendship."

Although Gao Jin lost his memory, his aura as the God of Gamblers erupted in vain, because the pressure Lin Mosheng put on him was too great.

Gao Jin's always smiling eyes turned sharp, "Okay, I'll bet you."

Lin Mosheng smiled, and drew out a card, "What is this card?"

Although the bet was not high, Chen Daozai saw that Lin Mosheng drew a card and asked Gao Jin to guess, and couldn't help muttering, "It's not fair, the probability of guessing right is only 54 in [-], and my cousin is not If you can pinch it, you will count..."

Before he finished speaking, he was held down by Da Jiu next to him, squeezing his teeth and said, "You will die if you don't say a few words."

Da Jiu now only wants Lin Mosheng to win the bet happily and leave his casino happily. He doesn't want blood to flow here today.

Gao Jin's breathing became longer, and suddenly he stretched out his right hand, and began to count with his fingers like playing a piano.

Chen Daozai was dumbfounded, and complained, "You really know how to count?"

Lin Mosheng smiled knowingly, ready to give Gao Jin more chips.

He activated his specialization of [Chaos Yao], a layer of fog of secrets that ordinary people can't see, covering the card in his hand like a mist.

With Lin Mosheng interfering, Gao Jin's fingertips were like knotted spider threads. They no longer had the elegance they had before, but they were in a mess at every turn, and could only start from the very beginning again.

However, this kind of wholehearted devotion is also good for Gao Jin. A large number of memory fragments sprang up in his mind, which made him twitch from time to time, and even white smoke began to rise from the top of his head.

It’s too late.

Lin Mosheng was just helping Gao Jin recover his memory, so he said with Zi Xian King Kong's slap in the face, "What is this card in my hand?"

A flash of inspiration flashed in Gao Jin's mind, and he replied seriously, "Ace of Spades!"

Lin Mosheng curiously turned over the hole cards in his hand that he didn't know.

It's the Ace of Spades!

Lin Mosheng was a little surprised, and looked at Gao Jin, "You counted it?"

In his perception, although he taught Gao Jin 【Yi Yan】 and 【Yu Bu】.

Gao Jin's talent above Yi Dao is also strong enough, but he is only at level 4 now, so it is reasonable to say that he can never break through the interference of his own [chaotic lines].

Gao Jin foolishly ate a piece of chocolate to replenish his energy, and pointed to Lin Mosheng's remaining pile of cards.

"I can't count the cards in your hand, but I can count the remaining cards."

Lin Mosheng laughed, and then pushed the porridge in his hand to Gao Jin.

Gao Jin opened the porridge bowl, and a scent of rice permeated the small gaming room with the brilliance visible to the naked eye.

"Is this rice porridge?"

Seeing the glowing rice porridge, Chen Daozai couldn't help swallowing.

The red and white rice soup forms a natural Tai Chi pattern, and each grain of polished rice is like a cut gem. The most peculiar thing is that there is a small flame dancing on the rice soup, giving people a sense of warmth.

Even though he has never seen anything good, Chen Knife also understands that if this bowl of porridge is sold outside, there may be rich people who are willing to pay millions of dollars.

Gao Jin picked up the porridge and drank it in big gulps, the blood on his head was also slowly dissipating.

Halfway through drinking, Gao Jin stopped suddenly, and asked Lin Mosheng, "Can I give the remaining porridge to Dao Zai?"

Lin Mosheng shrugged, "This is your porridge, you can give it to whoever you want."

Since Gao Jin and Chen Daozai are destined to be mentors and apprentices, he will naturally not stop him. He was also a fan of Hua Tsai in his previous life.

Gao Jin smiled and handed the remaining half bowl of porridge to Chen Daozai, "Hurry up, it's delicious!"

Hua Tsai took the porridge from Gao Jin's hand, feeling a little overwhelmed for a while.

Lin Mosheng didn't bother them any more, and got up to go downstairs.

Chen Daozai hurriedly drank the remaining porridge, chased after him and asked, "Do you know chocolate?"

Although he didn't read much, he was alert.

A boss like Lin Mosheng who can scare Da Jiu speechless as soon as he appears on the stage is definitely not really here to gamble.

There is obviously only one purpose for him to come here, and that is chocolate!

chocolate?
Lin Mosheng was taken aback for a moment, and then smiled knowingly. After Brother Jin knew this nickname, he would definitely accept it with a smile.

He thought for a while and said, "If you are in danger, go to Chenghuang Temple on Yinyang Road for help."

He waved his hand and went downstairs.

Monk Chen Daozai and Zhang Er couldn't figure it out. He went back to the gaming room first, and saw Da Jiu sitting on his seat like a dead fish, his clothes really drenched with sweat.

"That Lin sir is so scary?"

Chen Daozai asked Da Jiu curiously, the biggest gangsters he came into contact with were only Da Jiu and other forty-nines, so he knew little about Lin Mosheng, and he didn't usually read newspapers, so he didn't even know Gao Jin.

Da Jiu glanced at Chen Daozai angrily, "How dare you win when you were told to lose to Sir Lin. Fortunately, Sir Lin didn't lose his temper just now."

He really wanted to strangle Chen Daozai to death.

However, he was very wise and foolish, and he also noticed something was wrong. It seemed that Sir Lin was very optimistic about these people, and he seemed to come here to lose a game on purpose today.

Chen Daozai asked in a low voice, "What will happen if you lose your temper?"

His head turned rapidly, this Sir Lin obviously knows chocolate, so can I borrow this Sir Lin's name?
Dajiu saw Chen Daozai's small plan, and his eyes were serious for the first time, "Daozai, we have some kind of friendship, don't say that Dajiu didn't remind you, don't use Sir Lin's name to act .”

Chen Daozai hadn't turned the corner for a while, "What will happen if you borrow your name to act?"

Da Jiu sneered, "Sir Lin's opponents dare not attack Sir Lin himself, but they only need a little finger to kill us."

"So powerful? Why?"

"Because he is Lin Mosheng from Wanchai Police Station."

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Lin Mo gave birth downstairs and saw the refreshed Long Po, "Dragon Po, please take care of brother Jin during this time, after he recovers his memory, he will have a reward."

Luang Po drank the rice porridge, the biggest change was her own temperament. The half-yin and half-yang body of Mi Po, under the washing of the God of Day Tour and the stove fire, became majestic and kind, somewhat upright feeling.

"The old lady will naturally put her heart into this matter. It is our blessing to know you, Asheng."

Long Po couldn't help but sigh with emotion, Lin Mosheng can be so attentive to Gao Jin who has lost his memory, one day, if she is in trouble, Lin Mosheng will naturally be attentive.

So she naturally wanted to do it beautifully.

Lin Mosheng thought for a while, "Long Po, after Brother Jin's matter is over, I'll pass you a volume of [Vajra Mantra]."

The only suitable skills in his hands are the [Vajra Mantra] that is suitable for Long Po. As for the Eight Great Divine Mantras, after all, they were passed on to him by Master Feng Lao Si, so of course they cannot be passed on to others at will.

Hearing that she was able to learn the [Vajra Mantra], the Long Po smiled even more, and gave a teacher salute to Lin Mosheng, "The old man will thank you first."

After meeting Gao Jin and confirming Gao Jin's current state, Lin Mosheng felt much more at ease. He went back to the Town God's Temple and told his sister-in-law Zhang Min about it.

Hearing Gao Jin's current state, Zhang Min hesitated to speak, but also knew that Lin Mosheng had his own arrangements, and now the husband and wife could only rely on Lin Mosheng.

"Ah Sheng, thank you so much for your kindness. When Ah Jin gets out of trouble this time, our husband and wife will be rewarded generously."

Lin Mosheng laughed, "Sister-in-law, you can rest assured to raise your baby here now. If you want to eat anything, remember to go to Stephen Zhou who sells beef balls at the door. The things he made with his own hands are very nourishing for children."

After appeasing his sister-in-law Zhang Min, Lin Mosheng came to the backyard of the Town God's Temple.

Two-color rice has been planted in the ten-acre spirit field, and four Zashiki boys are watering two different kinds of rice with loads of incense.

Suphan taught the zashiki boys how to take care of the rice.

This time Lin Mosheng brought back a total of seven Zashiki boys from Neon.

These zashiki boys originally had the talent of [vegetation growth], so they are perfect for taking care of the spiritual fields.

For the rest of the time, he can also learn cooking skills from Stephen Zhou, the Stove Lord.

Well, I am such a good boss.

With the care of Zashiki Doji, the harvest of these Lingmi is estimated to increase by [-]-[-]%.

Of course, this is already the limit.

Supan saw Lin Mosheng approaching, with pride and a little worry on his face, "Master, isn't this Lingtian not bad?"

This Lingtian is good, but if Lin Mosheng can only harvest a few hundred catties of Lingmi, it is too much for Lin Mosheng. Just this afternoon, he directly consumed dozens of catties of rice.

Lin Mosheng rubbed his chin. He had the five-color soil in his hand, which could naturally speed up the production of spiritual rice, but it felt a bit of a disadvantage to use the five-color soil to raise these low-grade spiritual rice. There were still many places where he wanted to use the five-color soil.

Sure enough, it has to be open source.

He asked Suphan, "Where is the red-haired ghost king captured earlier?"

Suphan replied, "It is sealed in the Town God's Temple. Is Xianggong the Dayu Island who wants to accept the red-haired ghost king?"

Lin Mosheng nodded. Now that he has five hundred Yin soldiers in his hands, it is more than enough to allocate half of them to suppress a big Yudao.

A spiritual field can also be reclaimed there. Of course, if it can be completed, we have to go to the field to see it.

Suphan said excitedly, "Master, I'm going to tie up the red-haired ghost king."

"Not urgent."

Lin Mosheng grabbed Suphan, and then took out a box, "There is still some time, I want you to help me practice first."

Suphan's face turned red, and he took a peek at the Zashiki boys who were taking care of Lingmi next to him, "Isn't it good here?"

Lin Mosheng gave her a headache, "You little girl, what are you thinking?"

He slowly opened the box in his hand, and five colors of light burst out from the box.

Suphan looked at the box in surprise. During this period of time, she practiced with Luang Po and Feng Shi, so she is no stranger to practice.

"Five-color soil?"

Lin Mosheng nodded. The five-color soil in this box is only about half a catty, but it is really very useful.

Suphan, the city god, can be used.

You can use [Golden Light Curse] to comprehend the power of the Five Emperors.

Lin Xuanji, a true dragon, can be used.

Even the talisman refiner drawn by the teacher can be used.

I have to save myself, and find a way in the future to get more good things like this from the special operations class.

Lin Mosheng handed the five-color soil to Supan.

Suphan took the box happily, and said coquettishly, "My husband loves me the most."

"Only use a quarter, I still have use for the rest."

Suphan nodded obediently.

(End of this chapter)