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Chapter 233 You Are Sure

One of the policemen was an old smoker. He took a serious look at his cigarette butt, and immediately replied in the affirmative: "This is the Gutian seven wolves. It costs five yuan a box. It is relatively common in southern Fujian, and it is almost impossible to buy it in northern regions," he said. Hesitantly asked: "You mean, the suspect might be from southern Fujian?"

Han Zhenyang smiled, "No, I just happened to see someone smoking this cigarette."

"Who?" The two policemen immediately became alert.

Han Zhenyang pointed to a chubby middle-aged man in the crowd.

This man doesn't look like a farmer, his complexion is fair, but his clothes are a bit scruffy, his hair is similar to a chicken coop, and he is puffing out a cigarette. Seeing Han Zhenyang and two policemen looking over, he subconsciously hit him. Trembling, he turned around and ran, but stood still once he moved, and asked with a smile on his face, "What's the matter?"

One of the policemen frowned and said in a low voice, "He is the one who called the police."

"Him?" Han Zhenyang looked up and down at the sloppy-looking middle-aged man in front of him, and couldn't help frowning, "Didn't you check his situation?"

"I checked, and there is nothing abnormal. It is from Xiaowangzhuang. His name is Li Deshou. Although he is a bit slutty, he has no criminal record. He is just an ordinary farmer. His family built a three-story private house. He lives by renting a house and is divorced."

"Then did he explain what he did smoking here yesterday?"

"This, no, why don't you take it home and ask?"

"Let me ask," Han Zhenyang waved his hand and walked up to Li Deshou, "You were the first to discover Mr. Xue's disappearance?"

Li Deshou said with a smile on his face: "It should be, after five o'clock in the morning, most people in the village haven't woken up yet."

"What are you doing up so early?"

"Run," Li Deshou said hastily, "cough cough, I'm too fat, I want to lose weight."

"Oh, so, when was the last time you saw Mr. Xue?"

"It's been three or four days. Old man Xue doesn't go out very much. It's hard for us to meet him."

"Are you sure?" Han Zhenyang stared straight at Li Deshou and asked blankly.

Li Deshou shivered, but still nodded to confirm, "Yes, it's been four days."

Han Zhenyang smiled, "Okay, it's none of your business," waved Li Deshou away, then went back to the room and said to the two policemen, "No big problem, just follow the procedure," then shook his head, took Wang Xiaoyao Leaving Mr. Xue's house, he walked slowly to the north side of the village.

Seeing him wandering aimlessly, Wang Xiaoyao couldn't help but ask, "I said senior brother, where are you going?"

"Catch the thief," Han Zhenyang smiled faintly, "Be careful later," he said, walking two quick steps, and followed him to a three-story private house.The private house is still quite grand, surrounded by a large courtyard wall, with smooth and bright tile paintings on the wall, and the gate is a black cast iron gate, which is quite strong.

Han Zhenyang stretched out his hand and pushed it, closing it from the inside.

Wang Xiaoyao's eyes lit up, "Brother, this is Li Deshou's house? Do you want to climb over the wall?"

"Climb over what wall?" Han Zhenyang gave Wang Xiaoyao a blank look, then stood still at the door, his knees were slightly bent, and his palms lightly pressed against the cast iron door, and then he held his breath and began to accumulate strength. After about three seconds, he pushed gently with his palms , the movement was almost invisible, and the gate didn't make much movement, it felt like there was a crunching sound after a slight shock, as if something had broken off, the sound was not loud, and the sound was like a cock crowing and a dog barking It is too insignificant in the countryside.

But Wang Xiaoyao at the side took a step back subconsciously, his pupils constricted and his body tensed up, as if he had seen a ghost.Although her skill is not deep, but she is also a Lianjiazi who has received the true instruction, and she can see through the doorway at a glance: this is the door bolt broken with an inch of strength.

Sure enough, the cast iron door that was originally closed from the inside was easily pushed open, and the iron door bolt as thick as a thumb had been broken into two pieces, just like two pieces of wooden sticks that were broken by someone.

If he hadn't seen it with his own eyes, Wang Xiaoyao would not have believed that anyone could do this.

She has seen many masters who use Cunjin, some smash glass, some break bricks, some break stone monuments, and even saw a master who thought that he could break a five-millimeter steel plate with a single palm, but he can move like Han Zhenyang. She had never seen, or even heard of, breaking a thumb-thick iron door bolt with a sensuality. This was already something that only masters in martial arts novels could do.

You know, whether those masters are chopping bricks, stone monuments, or steel plates, they are all exerting force downwards in a suspended state. As long as the force is cold enough and brittle, there are really many people who can do it.But what about Han Zhenyang?However, he exerted force forward when the iron gate and the door bolt were relatively fixed, and his range of motion was still very small, which required a more vigorous and rapid force-exerting technique, that is to say, a very deep skill was required .

At this moment, Wang Xiaoyao was shocked except for shock, because it was beyond her cognitive range, and she couldn't figure out how Han Zhenyang burst out with such a powerful force in such a short distance.

Han Zhenyang didn't know what his junior sister was thinking, so he broke the door bolt with one palm, gently pushed the door in, turned to the living room on the third floor, and broke the door bolt of the living room in the same way.This time, the voice was softer, but Li Deshou was in the room, so he turned around vigilantly. Seeing the two brothers and sisters Han Zhenyang, he picked up a baseball bat and asked vigilantly, "How did you get in?"

Han Zhenyang sneered, "Li Deshou, keep pretending."

"What do you mean?" Li Deshou narrowed his eyes and asked nervously.

"You know what you mean," Han Zhenyang walked straight up to Li Deshou, bent down to open the suitcase next to Li Deshou.

Seeing this, Li Deshou suddenly sneered, raised his baseball bat and slammed it down.But what surprised him was that not only Han Zhenyang didn't respond, even the juicy little girl curled her lips in disdain, turning a blind eye to his attack: What do you mean?Underestimate me?
This idea flashed by, but the baseball bat fell down without hesitation, but at the moment when it was about to hit the target, the baseball bat stopped suddenly, but it didn't feel like it was after hitting the head. He was caught by that careless young man. To his horror, the other party didn't even raise his head. He grabbed his baseball bat with his left hand, and unhurriedly opened the zipper of the suitcase with his right hand.

Seeing this scene, Li Deshou became anxious and pulled out the baseball bat with all his strength, but it remained motionless as if it was welded to the wall. In desperation, he lifted his leg and kicked it, but as soon as he lifted his leg, he couldn't help flying across and smashed it directly. on the wall.

"Oh, what are you trying to do? I, I called the police," Li Deshou realized from Han Zhenyang's behavior that Han Zhenyang might not be a policeman, and immediately yelled loudly.

However, Han Zhenyang unhurriedly opened the suitcase, took out a clean and simple inkstone from inside, gently blew off a speck of dust on it, stroked the shallow carved orchid pattern on it, and his eyes instantly became extraordinarily serious.

(End of this chapter)