Wu Mei looked curious and asked: "Brother, what is fetal abduction?"
Wu Bei looked at his sister and sighed softly: "This matter is very scary. Are you sure you want to know?"
Wu Mei curled her lips: "I've been hearing ghost stories since I was three years old. Have you ever seen me scared?"
Wu Bei coughed: "Okay, I'll tell you."
He closed the door, lit a cigarette, and asked, "Xiao Mei, do you believe in reincarnation?"
Wu Mei curled her lips: "I don't believe it!"
Wu Beidao: "Actually, the theory of reincarnation is well-founded. If an Earthly Immortal-level monk sits down and becomes immortal, a trace of his true spirit can forcibly occupy the consciousness of a fetus, which is called fetal reincarnation."
Wu Mei was surprised: "Is this reincarnation?"
Wu Bei: "It can be understood this way. However, some evil cultivators will forcibly reincarnate and devour the fetus' consciousness to absorb and fuse, so it is also called fetus abduction."
"Brother, after taking away the fetus, is he a normal person?"
"Yes. It's just that they have memories of past lives, know how to practice from the beginning, and can also use the resources accumulated in previous lives."
A shocked expression slowly appeared on Wu Mei's face: "Is Yang Jie trying to steal the fetus?"
Wu Bei: "That weird smell you smell is a special medicinal material called 'soul-calming grass'. Because it was born from a fetus, its mental power is much stronger than that of ordinary people, so it must be suppressed, otherwise it will be easily
see through."
Wu Mei looked horrified: "So, Yang Jie is a man who has lived for more than a hundred years?"
"That's not necessarily true," Wu Beidao said, "It's also possible that he is three to five hundred years old."
Wu Mei fell into thinking: "Yang Jie, this old ghost, why is he asking about my brother?"
Wu Bei: "Invite him out tomorrow and I'll meet him."
Wu Mei quickly said: "Brother, will he kill people and silence them?"
Wu Bei sneered: "He has no cultivation at all, how can he kill me?"
Wu Mei asked curiously: "Old ghost Yang has no cultivation? How is that possible? Didn't I say that he would practice cultivation again?"
Wu Bei: "I don't know, maybe he has something to hide. Anyway, you should find an opportunity to ask him out."
Wu Mei thought for a while: "Okay. After school tomorrow afternoon, I will ask him out."
At this time, Zhang Li called the two of them to eat, and they hurried to the restaurant. Grandpa and grandma also arrived, and the family had dinner together, enjoying themselves.
After dinner, Wu Bei went back to his room to study many martial arts and picked out some exercises. He did not ask for a deep understanding, but mainly wanted to increase his knowledge.
There are seven levels of fist intention, and the next level is penetration. Penetration means integration. It crushes, digests and absorbs the martial arts knowledge he knows. On this basis, if his understanding is good enough, he can achieve
"First Enlightenment".
The first enlightenment, that is, the initial realization of the fist intention, each move has its own martial arts thoughts and is unique. It is like a calligrapher who slowly formed his own calligraphy style after imitating the calligraphy of countless famous previous masters.
Unconsciously, it was already one o'clock in the morning. He glanced at his phone and found that Bai Bing had approved his friend request and left a message: "Are you Wu Bei?"
Because it was too late, he did not reply. After taking a short rest, he began to practice a set of advanced body-building techniques.
This advanced body-building technique, called Baji Body-building Technique, is much more difficult than what Yang Mubai originally taught. There are a total of seventy-two movements, nine movements in one group, and a total of eight groups. Each group of movements has different effects.
What he is doing now is the first set of movements.
As soon as he completed the first movement, he felt uncomfortable all over. Every part of his body seemed to hurt. He was extremely irritated. He stopped the pose after holding on for three seconds.
"It's actually so difficult!" He looked surprised. All of Yang Mubai's previous body-building techniques combined couldn't compare to the pressure this one action brought to him!
"Come again!"
After constant trial and error and adjustment, he persisted for longer and longer, five seconds, seven seconds, ten seconds, and one minute. By early morning, he was exhausted and sweating, and his back was sore.
After taking a shower, he lay on the bed, motionless. But he knew in his heart that the more he was like this, the more extraordinary this eight-pole exercise technique was.
Just after taking a short break, Li Jinxiang called and it was about the blood raccoon.
"Team Leader Wu, congratulations on another achievement." Li Jinxiang smiled on the phone.
Wu Bei: "Did you catch the blood raccoon?"
Li Jinxiang: "I caught it and it has been sent to the laboratory. This blood raccoon is very valuable, and the higher-ups are very happy."
Wu Bei: "Just catch it. Have you found out who is behind Wang Jue and why he put the blood raccoon in Xianhe Mountain?"
Li Jinxiang: "I was just about to tell you that I plan to let the Thunder Team investigate this matter."
Wu Bei: "Okay."
Li Jinxiang: "In order to make it easier for you to do things, I helped you apply for a new identity, the captain of the K Provincial Criminal Arrest Corps. Of course, in order not to take up your energy, the trivial matters in the corps will be managed by a deputy captain we arranged
.”
Wu Bei: "Captain? Isn't such a high-profile position?"
Li Jinxiang: "The deputy captain is usually a third-level police superintendent, and you are a second-level police superintendent, so the appointment is very reasonable. Of course, I gave you this position to help you arrange your subordinates. After all, you must have suitable people to work outside.
identity of."
Wu Bei thought for a while: "Okay, then I'll be the captain."
Li Jinxiang: "We already have some clues and relevant documents. I will pass them on to you later. Thank you, Team Leader Wu."
"I should." Wu Beidao said, "By the way, I need your help with something."
Li Jinxiang smiled and said: "Team Leader Wu, please tell me."
Wu Bei: "I have been in prison for two years. Please revise my experience. After all, it is not convenient for a person who has been in prison to hold the position of captain."
Li Jinxiang: "Team Leader Wu is overthinking it. In fact, as early as last month, changes were made to your resume. I will give you another detailed document later."
Wu Bei was a little surprised: "Okay."
Not long after hanging up the phone, Wu Bei's mailbox received two documents one after another. One was about the blood civet case. The other was about his current identity and background.
There were no valuable clues in the Blood Civet case, they were just scattered things, which didn't help him much. But his new resume shocked him.
Wu Bei, 23 years old, participated in a special training class of the Ministry of Public Security at the age of 18 and graduated with honors. During the training period, he was admitted to the School of Medicine of Huaqing University and received a doctorate in medicine and a doctorate in pharmacy at the age of 22.
During the course of his studies, he had already joined the Ministry of Public Security, won first-class merit once, and was promoted to the rank of second-level police superintendent at the age of twenty-three. He has worked in three departments, and currently serves as the captain of the K Provincial Criminal Apprehension Corps.
It can be said that Wu Bei's resume is dazzling and impressive. In five years, he not only obtained double doctorates, but also received first-class merit and worked in three departments of the Ministry of Public Security.
After Wu Bei read it, he couldn't help but blush. Is this too much of a boast? Of course, whether it's his doctor's degree certificate, thesis, graduation certificate, or even his experience in the Ministry of Public Security, there are all well-documented records.
But on second thought, he felt that a doctorate degree was nothing. After all, his medical skills were indeed very good. Even if a real doctor of medicine stood in front of him, he would still be a scumbag.
This chapter has been completed!