"Grandpa is getting old, and his views on some things may not be right," Old Uncle Yang said to Yan sincerely, "Brother Ruofei came to Yanning alone, and we have never met his family, but I think he is like that

For such a person, no matter how unworthy his descendants are, they will not do such a thing."

"Well," it sounded like a descendant of a martyr, an unfounded accusation. Yu Yan couldn't bear to speculate, so he asked, "Then you think, is it possible that this person who calls himself 'the descendant of Tangqian Yan' is

Where’s the fake one?”

Uncle Yang: "This..."

Yu Lanchuan suddenly poked Yu Yan with his elbow: "When did the high-rise theft occur?"

Yu Yan took out his mobile phone and checked his work log: "Between one and four in the morning."

"It's not even eleven o'clock yet." Yu Lanchuan tapped his dial, "It was about ten o'clock when the crime occurred. There were more than a hundred residents upstairs, and all the balconies faced the same direction. At ten o'clock,

, at least more than half of the people did not turn off the lights to sleep. If it is a theft gang, don't you think they are too conspicuous?"

Yu Yan frowned. At this time, he received a call from his colleagues. A policewoman came to him: "Brother Yu, where have you been?"

Yu Yan: "Downstairs, ask the witnesses, what happened?"

The policewoman's voice was slightly lowered, as if she had something to say: "There is a situation, can you come up?"

Yu Yan shook his phone at Yu Lanchuan, and the two of them stood up one after another and said goodbye to Old Uncle Yang.

Before leaving the house, Yu Lanchuan suddenly remembered something, waved his hand for Yu Yan to go first, and turned to ask Uncle Yang: "Grandpa Yang, you keep talking about the 'Five Wonders', but there are only four of them. Where is the other one?"

Old Uncle Yang was stunned and fell silent.

Yu Lanchuan asked: "I asked the wrong question, can't I mention it?"

"Not really, it's just a long story." Old Uncle Yang thought for a while, "This last one among the Five Ultimates... Hey, how should I put it? We were in a special period back then, so heroes from all walks of life could be seen regardless of their origins.

, getting together regardless of family status - if in the peaceful years, this friend... is actually not a person on the right path for us. "

Yu Lanchuan was stunned after hearing his words. He didn't expect that in the 21st century, in addition to mediating neighborhood conflicts, he, the "leader", actually had the additional obligation to fight against "evil heretics"!

"Of course, this was all before liberation." Uncle Yang saw that his expression was wrong and quickly explained, "This friend didn't reveal his name back then because he was given the nickname 'Wan Muchun', so we

They all call him 'Brother Wan'. He is very good-looking. How delicate is he? He has won theater credits and can sing the male lead. When he dresses up, he is a hit. He is also soft and frail, with a bag of one or two hundred kilograms of food.

, if you let him carry it, his back will be bent. After walking for a while, he will have to put it down for a while. His face will become white, his energy will be weak, and his hands will not be able to restrain the chicken. But do you know what he does?

"

Yu Lanchuan thought to himself: "...a dog-headed military advisor?"

Old Uncle Yang sighed: "The three words 'Wan Muchun' fall on 'spring', which means 'scattered in the wind' and 'moisten things silently' - that is, he is in the wrong body with you."

Then, he nodded and smiled at you politely, but before you could agree, your throat was split. Their sect has a unique skill, which is to cut a person into eight pieces, just like the legendary chef cutting an ox in his hand.

With a small knife, you can hold your breath after cutting it off, you can talk and laugh happily, and the blade cannot be curled at all, which means you can't use any effort. If you use effort, then it's just kung fu and you don't have good eyesight."

Yu Lanchuan asked: "Is this a killer?"

"Yes, back then, when the words 'Wan Muchun' were mentioned, everyone who heard them shivered." Old Uncle Yang said, "Although he was a righteous man, he was not the same as us after all. Later, Wan Muchun Jinpen

After washing hands, everyone interacted a little more, but they just came to sit during the martial arts competition. When they came, they drank a cup of tea. They never started to fight with others, and no one dared to provoke him. Later, when Wan Muchun got older, he

He accepted a closed disciple and asked his apprentice to come in his stead. That boy also had an evil spirit. When he came, he greeted the old people and sat down to drink tea like his master. Some people couldn't stand it, so they called a group in private.

Someone went to block him, but he picked each of these juniors to have their hand tendons broken one by one. They never competed in this discipline, they only practiced killing techniques, and breaking the tendons was not cutting the throat. It was already considered as "pointed to the point", that time

Although the provocative junior is ignorant, the relationship has been forged, and he will no longer associate with us. Remembering the old friendship of the older generation, he came to see me and your great grandfather twenty years ago

Once, I had a little guy with me, who he said was his adopted apprentice, and I don’t know what happened to him now.”

After listening to it, Yu Lanchuan had no idea about the legendary stories before liberation, but his headache worsened. He hoped that the "Martial Arts Conference" would be a harmonious and peaceful conference. It would be best for everyone to sit together, eat some fruits and melon seeds, reminisce about the past, and talk about stocks.

, and then exchange souvenirs with each other, and then go back to each other's homes in a friendly manner. Don't come to this kind of spokesperson-like person.

So he rubbed his temples and hurried upstairs.

Yu Yan was called to the eighth floor by his colleagues. The policewoman who called him pulled him aside and whispered: "Brother Yu, I feel something is wrong. I suspect that Nie Ke is 'An Jiahe'."

Yu Yanyi frowned.

"Xiang Xiaoman - that's Mrs. Nie. She's basically at home 24 hours a day. Nie Ke is quite regular when he gets off work. He parks his car downstairs when he comes back. You can tell if the man is at home by looking at his car. Logically speaking, in high-rise buildings

The thieves must be veterans. Didn't they check the spots before committing the crime? And the one who evaded Xiaoman rarely looked at people. When someone asked, she would shrink back. I heard that they all moved this year, and she never

She has never said hello to her neighbors. For such a person, if a thief suddenly breaks into her home, her first reaction is to go and arrest her? I don’t believe it." The policewoman said quickly, "She hit her head like this, and her face is so bruised.

She refused to go to the hospital...I suspect she had other injuries."

Yu Yan: "You mean, there was no burglar in his house at all. It was Nie Ke who hit his wife and broke the window, alerting the neighbors, so he found an excuse to go downhill?"

"Yes," the policewoman said angrily, "men don't have a good thing!"

Yu Yan: "..."

"No...Brother Yu, I didn't mention you, so you don't count."

"I'll just think you're complimenting me." Yu Yan, who was joined by his colleagues in the "Sunflower Collection" family, gave a fake smile and said, "Have the neighbors asked?"

"I asked, but they all said they didn't know." The policewoman spread her hands, "Everyone lives their lives behind closed doors. Even if they hear noise, they can't tell whether it's a couple quarreling or domestic violence. They won't tell the police casually. Besides, Nie Ke is usually very polite.

He is a good person, and he often brings things to the neighbors when he goes out. He is very popular in this building, and there is no way to catch him. Unless the woman reports the crime herself and goes to the hospital with us to check her injuries, but she won’t talk to us at all! Brother Yu, hurry up.

Think of a way!"

Yu Yan glanced at her helplessly and said in his heart: "What can I do?"

Not to mention that the victims themselves do not want others to know, among those who take the initiative to report the crime, how many of them regret it midway and do not follow up? Family is a part of the human soul, and domestic violence is often mixed with multiple complex psychological problems. After a long period of time,

, external public opinion and material conditions are in a tight knot, and it cannot be explained in one sentence: "men beat women."

These young people who have just started working always feel that they can save the world by putting on their uniforms, and they regard the "meaning of work" as the highest priority.

But what’s the point of working? Isn’t it just to support the family?

Taking care of what you can manage and not derelict in your duties is the highest professional ethics.

Yu Yan was also young, and he didn't want to pour the blood of his younger generation with the cold world, so he said to her: "We can't hold our heads down and let people report the crime, but there may be witnesses to today's incident."

The policewoman's eyes lit up: "That Spider-Man?"

"Yes," Yu Yan fooled her and said, "At that time, the Spider-Man was lying not far from the window. The 804 movement was so loud. He must have seen something. We can find this person first. If you are worried, you can try

Please leave a personal contact information for Mrs. Nie. Sometimes people may not be willing to call the police, but if there is someone she can turn to, she might give it a try when she is desperate."

The little policewoman believed his evil deeds and went there with great enthusiasm. Yu Yan looked at her back and sighed, walked to the end of the corridor and lit a cigarette, vaguely feeling that the whole night was in vain.

Nothing was missing from Nie Ke's house, and apart from the injuries on Mrs. Nie's face, the "thief" didn't leave any traces. The police checked and asked around, but found nothing, so they had to let them register.

Then withdrew.

Waiting to see if this "Spider-Man" who challenged Yu Lanchuan will appear again.

The residents of No. 110 Courtyard had been discussing the matter in a lively manner for several days. Except for a notice on the bulletin board downstairs reminding everyone to "lock the doors and windows and pay attention to safety", there was no other splash.

"Mrs. Nie, good morning."

"Xiaoxiang, are you going out?"

"The weather is so nice, it's time to go out for a walk instead of being bored at home all the time."

Xiang Xiaoman lowered her head and walked hurriedly through the east courtyard. When others greeted her, she didn't say anything, but only gave a perfunctory and hasty smile.

The small wind blew the voices of the three aunts and six women in the east courtyard and poured them into her ears.

"...My life is good. I have a house and a car at home, and my husband can make money. I can lie at home every day and don't have to go to work."

"They are not called 'housewives', they are called rich wives. Housewives are not allowed to take care of the house and do the work? Their children go to kindergarten at the door, and I have never seen her pick them up once. They don't get up until almost noon every day, and they always eat outside.

Buy it and hire a part-time worker once a week... This is not like going to the laundry shop at the door to get clothes, oh, spending money to wash clothes, tsk!"

"My husband is a good man. If you have the ability, you can marry him."

"How about I marry your dad and be your stepmother..."

The laughter scratched Xiang Xiaoman's face, like a big ear scratcher, but she seemed to be used to it and didn't care, and went to the laundry on the corner with a dull face.

The laundry was run by an old man, and he hired a young man in his twenties to do odd jobs. At this time, the old man went to have lunch, and the clerk usually greeted her.

Speaking of this clerk, everyone suspected that he was either mute or stuttering. He would nod and shake his head when asked, and would say "hmm" urgently. He wore a mask and plugged in headphones all year round, as if he didn't feel safe if his face was not covered.

Yes, he wears an old T-shirt with a cartoon character on it and never looks at anyone.

Xiang Xiaoman took out the receipt slip and put it on the counter. The laundry clerk picked up the clothes for her to deliver. Neither of them said a word or looked at each other. It was like they were performing a mime. The only thing in the store could be heard.

The sound of the dryer turning.

Xiang Xiaoman took inventory of his clothes, nodded slightly without raising his head, and turned to leave.

At this time, the clerk actually called her out.

"Wait a minute." He was a tall, young man with an height of 1.8 meters, but his voice was weak and weak, like a cat meowing, "You... please wait a minute."

Xiang Xiaoman turned around and saw the clerk taking out a small paper bag from under the counter. Inside the paper bag was a small razor blade.
Chapter completed!