Strongest Worker

Qin WuChao pulled a table, brought a chair over and put it behind Li Qing: "Captain, sit down."

Put a cup of hot water on the table. Dean Qiu Fukai turned and opened the door and went out: "I'll wait outside."

"HMM." Li Qing answered, sat down slowly and stared at the heat curling up in the water cup. Across the table is Pan Zhicheng sitting on the bed with bloodshot eyes.

After taking a deep breath, Li Qing said slowly, "ten years ago, my parents died in a traffic accident. That day, I just graduated from high school. In the evening, I attended the high school graduation meeting, drank some wine and chatted with my girlfriend on the roof. They called me, but I didn't receive it. The next day I received the news that they died."

Li Qing raised his head and stared at Pan Zhicheng: "do you remember?"

Pan Zhicheng shook his head gently with a dull expression.

"My parents, who were driving alone in a car late at night, collided with a truck on the highway from the north of Hong Kong to Mingtai and died on the spot, but their bodyguard disappeared at the most critical time. Later, they tracked down and found that all the bodyguard's family had been transferred abroad and there was no way to find it." Li Qing's voice was very calm, "Do you know this man?"

Pan Zhicheng shook his head again. He obviously began to be confused.

Qin WuChao pulled over a chair, the back of the chair sat out, and said impatiently, "I look at the boy, but he doesn't need repair..."

Li Qing glared at Qin WuChao and wouldn't let him speak more. Then he stared at Pan Zhicheng and asked softly, "tell me, what do you remember?"

"I..." Pan Zhicheng opened his mouth. "My name is Gu Xingmin."

"You're not Gu Xingmin." Li Qing said word by word. His voice was loud out of thin air. "You're pan Zhicheng!"

"I'm not! I'm not pan Zhicheng!" the man sat down on the ground with fear on his face. "I'm not pan Zhicheng, ten years, ten years, my name is Gu Xingmin..."

Li Qing opened his chair and stood up slowly: "Gu Xingmin is another name they gave you to protect you. Now look at me."

Pan Zhicheng hung his head and didn't dare to see Li Qing. Qin WuChao went over and lifted him with one hand, grabbed his neck and lifted his head.

His eyes protruded outward, as if he could jump out at any time. Pan Zhicheng twisted his body uneasily and burst into tears: "young master, young master... I'm sorry for my husband and wife!"

Moving forward, Li Qing asked in a deep voice, "who are you?"

"I'm... I'm pan Zhicheng, I'm pan Zhicheng..."

"Very good." Li Qing nodded gently, "what did you do?"

"I grow vegetables..."

"It was a long time ago, when you were still learning kung fu." Li Qing shook his head, "what were you doing ten years ago?"

"I... I..."

Li Qing raised his head and looked at Qin WuChao: "let him go."

After a little hesitation, Qin Wu Dynasty released his hand and threw pan Zhicheng on the bed.

Li Qing never thought that one day he would get clues from a mental patient, but now he has no choice. Ten years has been too long to erase any traces. The man in front of him would not have left a grain of dust if he did not rely on Xie YuYan's careful protection.

Taking out a dagger from his waist, Li Qing sat by the bed, pulled pan Zhicheng's skinny wrist and looked at it: "can you still afford a knife now?"

With that, the dagger blade went down and crossed pan Zhicheng's palm. A long incision gushed out bright red blood.

Pan Zhicheng's painful face was ferocious, his whole body convulsed violently, and there were bursts of ugly "Ho Ho" sounds in his throat.

Li Qing grabbed his other hand and put them together. In his other palm, there was a long scar, which was the same as the knife edge Li Qing had just cut.

"Look, do you remember anything?" Li Qing's eyes jumped. "This wound was many years ago. At that time, a man saved you. Otherwise, the wound will grow longer and longer. Climb up from the palm, pass through the arm, go around your neck, and take off your head."

"It's Mr. Li." Pan Zhicheng trembled violently. "It's Mr. Li who saved me."

"Well, then what?" Li Qing asked faintly.

"Then... Then I went to Li's house to be Mr. Li's bodyguard."

Li Qing nodded again: "yes, you went to Li's house and acted as a bodyguard for Li Yuanwen. However, Li Yuanwen died in a car accident, right?"

"Yes, sir and wife are dead." Pan Zhicheng suddenly clenched Li Qing's hand, blood trickling down, and his voice choked. "Sir and wife are dead, I'm sorry for them, I'm sorry for them..."

"Calm down, calm down." Li Qing took out his hand, stared at the blood on his hand, then held pan Zhicheng's shoulder, watched him gradually calm down, and asked, "now tell me, what were you doing on the night of Mr. Li's accident?"

"I'm... Driving." Pan Zhicheng's eyes were wide. "I drank a lot of wine and was driving."

"Driving?" Li Qing frowned slightly, "and then?"

Pan Zhicheng's mood is obviously becoming more and more unstable: "it's dazzling..."

"What's dazzling?" Li Qing asked.

"Boom!" Pan Zhicheng suddenly approached Li Qing, his face distorted, "boom! Boom! Boom..."

He constantly imitated the sound, like an explosion. The Qin and Wu Dynasties on one side were full of fog and water. He stretched out his hand and scratched his head, but he didn't dare to speak. He was very uncomfortable.

Li Qing and pan Zhicheng looked at each other. First, they were full of doubts. Immediately, there was a clear surge in the bottom of their eyes, and then their eyes suddenly became cold, cold and bloody.

He suddenly raised his hand. Li Qing slapped pan Zhicheng on the cheek. His voice stopped suddenly. A mouthful of blood mixed with several fallen teeth vomited out. Li Qing flew out of the air, fell from the air and rolled all the way to the corner of the wall.

The veins on his forehead burst. Li Qing lifted the dagger and curled up slightly. Then he jumped up like a hunting cheetah and went to pan Zhicheng.

The Qin and Wu dynasties were still in doubt. Unexpectedly, the sound of changes in the twinkling of an eye immediately scared them into a cold sweat. Seeing that Li Qing was impulsive and had the intention to kill pan Zhicheng, he quickly got up and held Li Qing with open hands: "Captain! Captain! Calm down!"

"You did it! Did you do it, right?" Li Qing glared at Pan Zhicheng, his face almost bloodless.

"Captain, calm down, calm down..." Qin WuChao lowered his voice to comfort.

Li Qing breathed a sigh of relief. His tight body relaxed slowly, and his arms dropped slightly. Seeing this, Qin Wu Dynasty quickly grabbed the dagger in his hand and dodged to one side.

"I'm fine. I'm fine." Li Qing took a breath and walked to pan Zhicheng. "You did it, didn't you?"

"No! I didn't do it!" Pan Zhicheng nervously waved his hand, then hugged Li Qing's legs and cried, "I'm sorry for my husband and wife, I'm sorry for them..."

Li Qing kicked him away: "if you didn't do it, what else would you do to them? Pan Zhicheng! I ask you, what car were you driving that night!"

"Truck, I'm driving a truck..."

With a hard bite, Li Qing kicked pan Zhicheng out. The latter spewed out a big mouthful of blood, just like a ball, hit the wall and fell down. No one knows.

Rubbing the blood on his hands, Li Qing gasped and said in a deep voice, "let's go."

Qin Wu Dynasty hurriedly asked, "where are you going?"

"Go back and find Xie Yuyan." Li Qing's voice fell, reached out and grabbed the dagger in Qin and Wu Dynasty's hand, inserted it back into his waist, and then turned and walked out.

As soon as I opened the door, I saw Dean Qiu Fukai puckering his ass in front of the window and peering into the room. Hearing the sound of Li Qing opening the door, he suddenly twisted his body and turned pale.

Li Qing gave a slight pause at his feet: "save his life."

"Let me try." Qiu Fukai twitched at the corners of his mouth. It was hard to say whether pan Zhicheng could survive after Li Qing's toss. Even Qiu Fukai now has a little doubt whether pan Zhicheng has died.

"Please." Li Qing did not threaten, but was quite sincere. Then he nodded at Qiu Fukai and walked out along the corridor.

As soon as he left the front foot, Qiu Fukai quickly rushed into the ward, turned pan Zhicheng's body over, nervously touched his chest, and then patted him on the face: "Gu Xingmin! Gu Xingmin!"

Pan Zhicheng did not respond. Qiu Fukai quickly took out his mobile phone and dialed a number: "come to Gu Xingmin right away and prepare for rescue! Hurry up!"

After the command, Qiu Fukai hung up the phone, hesitated for a moment, stood up again, walked to the corner and dialed another number: "please inform Lord Xie that he has come."

"Well, I just left. I seem very angry."

"I don't know." Qiu Fukai sighed with relief. "Have I finished my work? Please speak for me on the side of master Xie. Thank you..."

Qiu Fukai was on the phone when he suddenly heard something behind him. Suddenly, he turned around and saw that Pan Zhicheng had staggered to his feet with blood on his face.

Suddenly changed color, Qiu Fukai stepped back against the wall and stared at Pan Zhicheng nervously.

"You! You killed them!" Pan Zhicheng staggered and pointed to Qiu Fukai. "My wife and children died in your hands!"

"Gu Xingmin, calm down." Qiu Fukai tried to soften his tone. "I'm your attending doctor. There are no enemies here."

"No, I can recognize you when you turn into ash. It's you!" Pan Zhicheng said, jumping up and biting Qiu Fukai's arm.

"Come on!" Qiu Fukai shouted, "pull this madman away!"

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