As an aloof scholar, Ren Zhong has always been very active.

Otherwise, he would not have been able to withstand so many temptations and excel academically at the same time.

For many things, if he thinks it is necessary to do it, he must do it, and the sooner the better.

For example, the fraudster who sold broken guns and then beat to death a young man who wanted his money back and sought justice.

Last night, Ren Zhong suddenly had murderous thoughts.

But yesterday he was not in a hurry to take action.

He is actually thinking about it too.

Logically speaking, the man had no chance to do evil this time.

So should such a person pay the price for the sins he would have committed but did not commit?

This is an unsolvable paradox.

As a person who grew up in the 21st century, although Ren Zhong is determined to change himself and integrate into the times, the traces left by the legal society still remain in his heart.

This is the basic instinct of being a human being, and we are barely overcoming the heavy responsibilities.

He has both distant lofty ideals and the difficult reality he sees before him.

He can neither be a saint nor a butcher.

These are all real contradictions in him.

But tonight Ren Zhong finally made a decision.

He wanted to start investigating first and see what the situation was.

Someone once said, "Without investigation, there is no right to speak."

He was taking the initiative.

Real revolutionaries cannot sit back and wait, they cannot be passive, they must be decisive, they must have firm convictions, and they must also take the initiative to attack. *** *** will never come passively, because those with vested interests will never give it up out of pity.

Give up the country.

Liberation only begins with the first gunshot.

Ren Zhong had already figured these things out last time.

What he is doing now is just further improving what he thinks in his heart and putting it into practice.

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After eight o'clock in the evening, Zheng Tian, ​​Wen Lei and a group of three people were walking in the slum alleys of Nancheng District.

"Mr. Ren, what are we doing here?"

Zheng Tian asked.

She didn't know about the private communication between Ren Zhong and Sun Miao, and she was a little confused.

Ren Zhong said casually: "Since I want to settle here in the future, I'd better walk around the town more and see the local customs. I'm afraid something will happen, so I ask you and Wen Lei to accompany me."

Another purpose of his was to continue to hold Zheng Tian back from going to the flea market.

He not only managed to get bodyguards, but also held Zheng Tian back, killing two birds with one stone. It can be said that he was very clever.

The three of them passed by a street corner.

The sewer cover at the street corner was opened, and the smell of corpses wafted out.

Next to it, several people in cleaner uniforms were placing a decomposed corpse onto a medium-sized transport drone.

Someone must have been secretly killed and stuffed inside a long time ago, and they were not discovered until the corpse smell emitted.

It happens to be sheltered here, and it is a corner where the "Eye of Sauron" in the center of the town cannot be seen.

Ren Zhong noticed keenly that the body's heavenly spirit cover had been lifted long ago, and there was no brain inside.

He noticed the elements, which showed that the eavesdropping of the watch and the surveillance of the "Magic Eye" belong to different systems.

The hunter is indeed only responsible for collecting brains and suppressing unstable factors, not collecting corpses, and does not participate in law enforcement.

Zheng Tian pinched her nose and said sullenly: "Ah, it stinks! Let's just go shopping elsewhere. What are we doing here? The smell is too strong, and it's far worse than our alley. This place has no customs.

I can see it."

Wen Lei didn't say anything, he only looked around vigilantly, fully demonstrating the professional qualities of a part-time bodyguard.

He had forgotten that because of his size, there were not many low-level desolate people in the town who wanted to cause trouble.

The three of them turned another corner and arrived at Lane No. 17.

Ren Zhong didn't know exactly which house the scammer was in, so he could only walk along the alley and look all the way.

The alley was extremely dilapidated, comparable to the alley where his own wooden house near the city wall was located.

The messy house is swaying here and there.

People in ragged clothes, young and old, were either lying boredly under the eaves, or huddled in half-collapsed houses that could not protect them from the wind and rain.

There was a rustling sound from inferior TV speakers in some houses.

In some houses, the chorus of men and women echoed repeatedly, and there was no soundproofing at all.

Almost to the end of the alley, Ren Zhong finally saw a relatively decent one-story board house.

It's square and square, with a similar appearance. It's not as good as Renzhong's board house, let alone the team's courtyard, but it's a well-deserved mansion in this street.

Ren Zhong guessed that this should be the liar's home.

Ren Zhong could see from a distance that the unstable "mansion" wooden house was shaking slightly with some strange rhythm.

Ren Zhong rubbed his chin, wondering whether he should ask someone to inquire casually or knock on the door directly to question him, when he heard the patter of footsteps on the other side of the street corner.

Wearing a loose men's shirt with leaks and only a pair of shorts that didn't cover her thighs, a girl stepped out with a frightened face and rushed straight into the boarded house.

The girl is very thin and has messy hair. She must be only twelve or thirteen years old.

She was also holding a small, palm-sized bottle in her hand, which looked familiar. It should be some kind of medicine sold at the Miaoshou Rejuvenation Clinic.

"Wait and see what happens."

Ren Zhong raised his hand and led Wen Lei and Zheng Tian into the gap between the two rooms next to him.

Then he stuck his head out, leaned forward, and stared at the door over there through the holes in his clothes hanging under the eaves.

The girl had already rushed to the door.

She raised her fist first.

The fist feinted twice in mid-air, then spread out into palms.

Tuk-tuk-tuk.

The girl lightly knocked on the door with the back of her finger, and said cautiously in a moderately pleading tone: "Mr. Huang, are you at home? Are you at home? I have something to ask you. Are you at home?"

There was no movement at the door.

The shaking in the room stopped briefly, but soon resumed.

The girl waited for more than ten seconds, then looked down at the empty bottle in her left hand. The anxious look in her eyes became more intense, and the small fist in her right hand clenched and then spread.

At this time, the door to the opposite room opened, and a head with a sharp mouth and monkey cheeks poked out.

"Tsk tsk, another little unlucky guy. I advise you not to knock on the door. Hey hey hey, are you really stupid? Didn't you see others doing things? Besides, he won't pay attention to you even if he is here. You should leave quickly. Otherwise

When he opens the door later, it will be even worse for you."

The girl shook her head repeatedly and said: "No. I can't leave. I have to ask things clearly. This medicine is useless and has expired! My father's injury not only did not heal, but it became infected and inflamed! Now my father is dying!"

I have to find a way to save him!"

After saying that, the girl seemed to no longer hesitate, gritted her teeth, turned around, and slammed the door with her fists, making a loud bang.

She no longer spoke softly, but shouted: "Mr. Huang, come out! Come out! How can you sell expired medicine to me? Come out!"

This time, the shaking of the house finally stopped.

Nearly a minute later, the door suddenly opened from the inside out.

The girl standing at the door was hit hard by the door panel. She screamed in pain and flew backwards, falling into the middle of the alley.

She immediately stood up from a reclined position.

Ren Zhong saw that the half of her face that had been hit suddenly turned red, and the left hand holding the bottle on the same side was trembling.

She was hit hard.

"What the fuck, are you looking for death? Didn't you see me doing something? If you keep pushing me too hard, believe it or not, I will crush you to death?"

The brawny man who was sweating profusely, shirtless and wearing only a pair of loose beach shorts cursed and stood up from the door of the relatively short wooden house, glaring condescendingly at the girl on the ground.

The girl raised her neck and supported her left hand, which had become rapidly red and swollen. She raised the bottle tremblingly and said while crying: "I'm sorry, Mr. Huang, I really didn't mean to disturb you. This medicine is wrong, it has expired. Please."

You. Help me, help my dad. He is unconscious now, he is going to die!"

As the girl shouted, many windows or doors of the wooden houses around her opened, and one head after another popped out from inside.
To be continued...