Two Realms: I use martial arts to ask for longevity

Chapter 2 Suspect, mysterious cause of death
"Name?"

"Zhou Ping'an."

"gender?"

"male."

"age?"

"22 is old."

"Where were you at 3089:5 pm on May 17, ?"

"Team Leader Yao, you have been asking me over and over again for more than two hours. Are you tired? I am still tired. The matter is very simple. When I went in, Master Dong was already dead."

The snow-white searchlight was so bright that Zhou Ping'an couldn't even open his eyes, and he answered blankly.

"People are killed on purpose?"

There was a loud shout in the darkness, and the solid wood table was hit hard, causing the room to buzz.

Yao Zhendong's eyes were like eagles, staring at the expression on Zhou Ping'an's face, not missing the contraction of the tiny muscles in the corners of his eyes and every change in the curvature of his pupils.

"Inspector Yao, do you believe this? If I can kill Master Dong, how about being a small patrol policeman and listening to your orders?"

A trace of ridicule appeared on the corner of Zhou Ping'an's mouth. He didn't know whether it was mocking the other party or himself, "I have also read the files. Master Dong Qingshan faced thirty-two spears and short cannons during the battle at General Wenshan's Tomb. Fifteen people were killed and fled with their bare hands. Six of them had their internal organs shattered through their V13 bulletproof vests...

You also know that his twelve forms of Xingyi are especially good at dragon and tiger forms, and he has reached the point where dragons roar and tigers roar. How can I kill such a character? "

Zhou Ping'an knew that the other party actually didn't believe that he was the one who killed him.

But he still asked over and over again, just to infer the hidden part from his expression.

The "Trace Science" and "Micro-Expression Psychology" that he had learned in the police academy courses clearly told him that no matter how much a person lies and no matter how strong his psychological quality, there are always some clues that cannot be covered up.

This is Yao Zhendong's purpose.

It doesn't matter who killed the person.

Who you kill matters.

What is left on site is more important.

Zhou Pingan also recognized this.

As a police officer, he is not unaware.

However, some things are destined to be hidden in our hearts and never be spoken out.

Can you imagine? A person can suddenly appear from the air, with blood splattering on his body.

Can you imagine a piece of crescent-shaped lens detaching from the opponent's arm and falling to the ground? It looks dull but is actually extremely sharp. It cuts your finger when you touch it with your hand, and then gets into your own arm?
Thinking of this, Zhou Pingan's left little finger trembled slightly, and he was puzzled.

He didn't know what that thing was. He only knew that three inches above the back of his hand, there was a mark half the size of a watch. It was not very obvious. It looked like the mark left by wearing a watch for a long time.

"Stop making excuses. Where did the deceased's clothes and belongings go? Tell me honestly, and I can give you a leniency, otherwise..."

Yao Zhendong's eyes flashed with coldness. This case was so implicated that it had already alarmed the upper class, and two undercover brothers had paid their lives for it.

Without getting to the bottom of things, not only would it be difficult for him to explain to his superiors, but he would also be embarrassed to face the widow of his dead brother.

"This is boring. Did I hide clothes and items? Wang Chunming, who was monitoring the Dong family's ancestral house with me, can testify. You might as well ask him if I have hidden anything?"

"If there is no ghost in your heart, why are you running so fast?" Wang Chunming interjected from the side, "My legs were hurting at the time and I ran slowly. For a while, you were out of sight..."

These words are heartbreaking.

Zhou Pingan suddenly raised his head and looked behind the bright light: "You can say whatever you want, but I have to remind you that perjury is also a serious crime."

"Okay, let's not talk about hiding things. What does the picture [Thirty Fame and Dust and Dust, Eight Thousand Miles of Road, Clouds and Moon] on the table in the study of the Dong family's ancestral house mean?"

Wang Chunming smiled a little proudly, like a fox who stole a chicken.

"As far as I know, when you were fifteen years old, you once learned boxing at the Longhu Martial Arts School. Although you paid to learn the skills, Dong Qingshan was also your mentor. Did you write this poem to remind him to hurry up? Just run away and go as far as eight thousand miles away?"

So sinister.

Whether this matter is big or small, Zhou Ping'an can be detained in the name of "whistleblowing" and interrogated slowly. When the time comes, all means will be used, and the "truth" will not be revealed.

Zhou Pingan's voice was calm and he countered: "Then let me ask you, Wang Chunming, you took the chopsticks from the Dong family's ancestral home and ate the elbow from the Dong family's refrigerator. Did you want to remind Master Dong to leave quickly?"

"Uh……"

Wang Chunming was stunned.

This time, a search was launched and detectives were deployed, not only at the Longhu Martial Arts Hall, but also at the Wenshan Rain Viewing Platform, all of which were monitored day and night, because this was where Dong Qingshan practiced and lived his daily life.

Including the ancestral home of the Dong family.

Here, Zhou Ping'an, Wang Chunming, and two other colleagues worked in two shifts to monitor and investigate around the clock.

When it comes to suspicion, you can't get rid of the boss, nor can you get rid of the second one.

……

"Boom..."

The door to the interrogation room was pushed open violently.

A slim figure stood at the door with the sun behind him. He stopped and asked in a cold voice: "Is there any evidence?"

"It's still under trial."

"That means there is no evidence, so the trial is a piece of cake."

The person who came was a woman in her twenties, wearing a crisp uniform and calfskin boots.

The woman's eyebrows were lightly swept, her eyes were majestic, her face was stern, and she looked very unhappy.

She glanced around coldly and turned off the searchlight with a snap. He walked to Zhou Pingan's side in two or three steps, leaned over and took out the key, unlocked the shackles on his hands, and looked back at the three people behind the table with a dangerous look in his eyes: "Inspector Yao, the Wenshan case group is in charge, and all groups of personnel will be deployed. Cooperation does not mean that you can interrogate three groups of police officers at will using chicken feathers as command arrows."

"But..." Wang Chunming saw Yao Zhendong's ugly face and quickly defended.

"But what? You doubt Zhou Ping'an, then can I doubt you? Wang Chunming, come with me and have a good trial to see if you are a murderer?
Don’t you understand the principle of doubting guilt? Otherwise, report this matter and everyone will be punished together..."

"Inspector Tang, you can't mess around with this matter. No matter what you say, the suspicion on Zhou Ping'an..."

Yao Zhendong's face darkened and he stood up to stop him.

"Stop, you also know that I am Inspector Tang?" The woman reached out and patted her epaulette, and said with a chuckle: "I wonder when Team Leader Yao will have the power to take charge of the personnel affairs of my third team? Get out..."

After saying this, Tang Tang stretched out his hand to pull Zhou Pingan and walked out of the room without looking back.

There was a loud banging sound from behind.

It was obvious that Yao Zhendong was furious and was throwing things to vent his anger.

……

"Yao Zhendong is eager for quick success and will do anything to get credit for solving the Wenshan case. You should be careful these days and don't fall into the trap."

After leaving the territory of one group and entering the third group, Tang Tang frowned slightly, thought for a while and then said: "It is a good thing to value friendship, but it cannot be criticized by others.

For example, the calligraphy and painting in the study, the straw figures in the rice fields, and the fishing nets by the river are all evidence in the eyes of caring people. "

"Master Dong is not a bad person."

Zhou Pingan shook his head and sighed.

"I know that in the Wenshan case, those who died at the hands of Dong Qingshan basically had murder cases, and at the same time, they were related to several cases of cultural relics being smuggled out of the country.

Speaking of which, Master Dong can be regarded as eliminating harm for the people...

However, from a legal perspective, he does not have the power to enforce the law, and he cannot escape responsibility for killing someone..." At this point, thinking of Dong Qingshan's death, Tang Tang's mood waned, and he sighed and changed the subject.

"The cultural relics unearthed that day are suspected to be very important to Dong Qingshan. Otherwise, it cannot be explained at all why his boxing skills were able to enter the legendary realm of dragons roaring, tigers roaring, and the five internal organs thundering in a short period of time."

Zhou Pingan understood the meaning of these words.

Dong Qingshan is over fifty years old. If he is truly a genius in Xingyiquan and can practice to the legendary level, he will not waste half his life guarding a small martial arts gym.

Just play some games and teach your apprentices their true skills, and you can become prosperous and famous.

Therefore, it is certain that his body suddenly became extremely powerful, and the reason is very questionable.

This is also the reason why the Dongjiang government has set up a dragnet to pursue him.

Secretly, no one knows how many shady organizations are watching.

Not only Dong Qingshan himself, but also some people who have learned boxing from Dong Qingshan will inevitably fall into the eyes of interested people and re-examine...

The reason why Zhou Ping'an was subject to strict "censorship".

Suspected of "tipping off information" is one reason, and another more important reason is that he once learned boxing from Dong Qingshan and is considered a close person.

It was not good for Dong Qingshan to die, but he died near Zhou Ping'an. Moreover, when he died, he had three fatal wounds from knife blades on his chest and back. He was wearing boxer shorts and nothing else was visible. .

Who killed him?

Where did the stuff go?
The problem is serious.

If Tang Tang, the inspector from the third group with a secret background, had not stood in the way, the matter might not have been settled so easily.

"Thank you, senior sister."

Zhou Ping'an expressed his sincere thanks.

"That time, you took a bullet for me and stayed in the hospital for half a month, but I didn't even say thank you."

Tang Tang shook his head and laughed, not caring at all. And took out his mobile phone and clicked a few times.

"Ding dong..."

Zhou Pingan's cell phone rang. He looked at it and raised his head in surprise.

The screen lit up, and the other party transferred 50,000 yuan.

"Keep it."

"You called so many people to borrow money, why don't you ask me to borrow money? Are you looking down on Senior Sister?"

Tang Tang asked with a smile: "Auntie's illness is urgent. Don't refuse. I'll give you half a month's leave. You don't have to rush to work these days. Go quickly."

"Ah."

Zhou Pingan nodded heavily, "I will pay it back as soon as possible."

He knew what Tang Tang meant by letting him take a break. In fact, it meant that the review incident had not yet been completed, and he was temporarily suspended pending an announcement. It also meant to avoid the limelight.

……

I hurried to Dongjiang First People's Hospital and went up to the fifth floor of the inpatient department. Before I reached Room 511, I saw my little sister Zhou Lan wandering around the door of the ward.

The girl was wearing the blue and white school uniform of No. 2 Middle School. She was a little thin and her big eyes were slightly red and swollen. She didn't know when she had cried. When she saw Zhou Pingan, she immediately ran over.

"elder brother."

"I borrowed the money, how is mom?"

Zhou Ping'an touched the little girl's head, glanced at the book in her hand, and frowned: "How about we ask for a nurse? The doctor said that Mom will have to stay sick for at least ten or twenty days. It’s delaying your studies.”

"No, I'm not taking any new classes now. It's mainly review. It doesn't matter where I study. In the last mock test, I ranked first in Class 3. I can take any test. Also, I don't want others to take care of me. Mom, don’t worry.”

Xiaolan is always so well-behaved and so sensible that it makes people feel heartbroken.

Zhou Pingan knew that she was reluctant to spend money on hiring a caregiver for her family. This kind of service was not something that poor families like them could enjoy. It was too expensive.

The two of them went to the billing office to pay for hospitalization and medicine. They had just returned to the fifth floor of the inpatient department. Before they even stepped into Room 511, a strange smell hit their noses.

I heard curses in my ears.

"Don't you nurses take care of it? If there are no family members, no one will take care of the old man when he dies in the ward, right?"

"Calling, screaming, screaming..."

Looking up, he saw a young nurse in the ward covering her nose with an ugly face and saying nothing, and a short, fat middle-aged woman cursing and lowering her head to clean.

The ward is very small, with two beds squeezed very close to each other. My mother is on the right side, lying on the bed with her face pale and her eyes closed...

On the left is a fat old man, staring at the ceiling with wide eyes, his eyes motionless, looking like a dead man.

The key thing is that the quilt on the old man's lower body was lifted, and there was a pile of yellow-orange stool there, which was still steaming.

vomit……

The expressions of Zhou Pingan's brother and sister changed wildly, and they almost vomited.

Listening to the middle-aged woman still cursing, Zhou Pingan didn't squeeze into the ward, turned around and went to the infirmary.

"Doctor, look, that ward is too small and the environment is not very good, which affects the patient's rest and recovery. Can you change it to a better ward? I can pay more."

Zhou Pingan whispered.

He can only say that the environment is not very good, but he cannot say that the old man next door will die at any time, which is unlucky.

Moreover, the other party cannot move his limbs, is often incontinent, and stinks to death...

My mother is a person who loves to be clean. She is so miserable even though she is in a hospital. Is she still recovering from this disease?
"It's not a matter of money or not. Hospital beds are in short supply, so there's only this condition. If it doesn't work, you can push them to the corridor."

The doctor looked impatient. He lowered his head and wrote something on the notepad without raising his head.

"Then, let's change to the corridor."

Then I would find an extra quilt to cover my mother. In early May, the weather was slightly cool and the corridor was windy, but no matter what, it was better than the smelly ward.

"Oh, Wang Ke, why are you here? Just call and say."

The doctor who was still writing and drawing just now had a smile on his face. He took three steps and two steps at a time, walked up to him, took the pushed hospital bed, and said hurriedly: "Go to the single room in front. There are complete facilities and arrangements have been made." With good care, the old man can rest in peace and recuperate."

A group of people cheered and went to the east end. The doors of the wards in front opened. Wang Ke chose one, "Just this way, it's pretty good."

"..."

……

In the evening, after buying food and going to the hospital, and chatting with his mother and sister for a while, Zhou Pingan returned to the rental house, sat at the desk, and gently touched the marks on his left arm.

"This is half a mirror. Master Dong's changes and death should be related to this thing."

"How to use it? It's so deep into your arm that you can't touch it or take it out."

Zhou Ping'an stared at the mark, the light in front of his eyes seemed to be distorted and his mind felt dizzy.

"Swish".

His entire body disappeared.

There was only a 20-square-meter rental room left, with the curtains drawn, and the light of the desk lamp shining emptyly on the chairs.

　A new book has set sail, and it is urgent to collect, read and vote for it. This book is going to be long, very long...

　　
　
(End of this chapter)