Wang Lang withdrew the knife, but did not return Yang Mohan's gun.

"Someone impersonates me, of course I have to come and see it, can't it?" Wang Lang asked back.

Hu Zhengyi sneered, "Impersonator, I think you are here to destroy the evidence."

"Senior brother, I believe he didn't do this." Yang Mohan suddenly spoke.

This caught Wang Lang off guard, "Hey, what happened to Officer Yang today? I'm so stupid? I can finally figure out the human affairs?"

Yang Mohan stared at Wang Lang's eyes, "I only said that this thing was not done by you, and did not say that you are a good person, nor did you say that you have nothing to do with the international drug lord. We are interrogating the Eight-faced Buddha. Once the Eight-faced Buddha provides any evidence about you, no matter where you are, I will arrest you."

Wang Lang turned around and was not afraid of Yang Mohan at all, "I'm waiting for you to catch me."

Li Yan took Hu Zhengyi's gun and held it himself, reached out and patted Hu Zhengyi's face, "Why are you glaring at me? I'm eating your rice?"

When passing by Yang Mohan, Li Yan looked at Yang Mohan, "I'm pretty straight, but my eyes are not good."

Wang Lang walked in the front, Li Yan followed behind, Yang Mohan and Hu Yi, who were rubbing his wrists, followed behind.

After inspecting the three bodies on the ground, Yang Mohan said in a deep voice, "The family of the factory owner."

Then he followed closely.

Wang Lang's mobile phone light shook in front of him, and the road was blocked. It was a table. I don't know where the murderer's leisure came from, so he actually moved down a table. There was a man sitting on the other end of the table, with his head hanging down and a pen in his hand.

There is also a piece of paper on the table, with a line of words on it.

I am a sinner.

Wang Lang glanced at the bloody words. It was not ink but blood in the pen, and the person who wrote was dead.

Yang Mohan and Hu Zhengyi followed, "It's Kang Hua, Secretary of Tongda City."

The lights of Wang Lang's mobile phone swayed on the wall, but they were still the same two lines of words.

Yang Mohan also saw it, glanced at Wang Lang, and then checked the body. The back of the corpse was covered with blood, as if it was injured by a blunt object, and there were marks on the neck. There were bruises on many parts of the body, which clearly had been beaten.

"Officer Yang, you don't have any control over this area? The police in Linghe City ran 108,000 miles away to investigate the cases in other people's areas. Is it a bit overstepping the authority?" Wang Lang said casually as he lowered his head and inspected the body.

Yang Mohan squatted down and opened the drawer, took out a stack of documents from it, "As a policeman, wherever there is sin, you should go wherever you are. It has nothing to do with the policeman where you are. Punishing evil and eliminating evil to protect the safety of people's property is the mission of being a policeman, and it is the responsibility and obligation that the police cannot refuse."

Li Yan touched the back of the corpse, "Second brother, why do I feel like the back of the head was punched like this?"

Wang Lang also reached out and touched it, soft.

Yang Mohan immediately stared at Li Yan, "Did you say you killed him with one punch?"

Li Yan had no good impression of Yang Mohan, so he didn't even miss Yang Mohan, so he jumped over the table and wandered around on the other side.

Yang Mohan and Hu Zhengyi looked at each other, "Do you still remember the monk who died in Zhulin Temple?"

The tiger was nodding.

"The autopsy report said that he was beaten to death by a heavy object, but the forensic doctor told me that he was beaten to death by a fist. Do you think these two people are the same?" Yang Mohan asked.

Hu was frowning, "It's possible."

Wang Lang smiled and said nothing. The bullhead was wrong. The little monk was killed by the bronze hammer girl from Jianchi. The man who pretended to be Wang Lang was clearly a man, and it was obvious that there were two people.

After skipping the table, Li Yan cursed swearing on the side. Wang Lang hurriedly ran over, two corpses lying on the ground, two women, one big and one small, one big and one small, one big in their thirties and the youngest in their teens.

They were all dead, the young one was killed directly, and the throat was cut with one knife. The big one was tragic. They were dying because they had to eat money and their mouths were filled with money.

Yang Mohan also followed closely and saw the corpses on the ground. Even though he had seen all kinds of strange dead people, he still couldn't help frowning. This kind of killing method was almost perverted.

"This grandson is also disgusting." Li Yan looked at the corpse on the ground.

Wang Lang squatted down to check and found that the woman was not choking to death, but was finally fucked to death by a punch. There was a dent under her chest, which looked like a fist mark from the side. Wang Lang reached out to push away her clothes and was grabbed by Yang Mohan.

"What are you doing?"

Wang Lang shook Yang Mohan and pulled the woman's clothes. A pit that could be seen with naked eyes collapsed under the chest of the left chest. You could roughly see four purple stripes and marks from the fist. There is a point here, which is a fatal point. In the past, a couple fought. When a man accidentally hits the woman here, the woman will be cold.

Li Yan reached out and touched a place on the fist print. It was a round mark, like a ring, the size of a 50 cents coin, but only a rough round mark could be seen.

Wang Lang took out his ears, got up and looked at Li Yan, and the two left together.

"What are you doing?" Yang Mohan turned around and asked.

"Go back, where else can I go?" Wang Lang said angrily.

Yang Mohan squinted his eyes and gestured to Hu Zhengyi. The two of them slowly followed Wang Lang and Li Yan.

The two brothers smiled at the same time.

Yang Mohanhu was rushing towards Wang Lang and Li Yan at the same time.

Wang Lang turned around and raised his hand to grab the collars of the two. Li Yan squatted on the spot, stretched out his hand to touch Yang Mohan's waist, and in less than three seconds, he handcuffed Yang Mohan and Hu Zhengyi's feet together.

"You are already a police attacker. If you believe it or not, I will take someone to arrest you two?" Hu Zhengyi shouted.

Wang Lang and Li Yan didn't care at all. They returned the same way. The two of them dismantled their guns at the same time, threw them on the corrupt official's desk and jumped over the table, disappearing into the darkness.

After leaving the sewer, Wang Lang lit a cigarette.

"Second brother, have you thought of who it is?" Li Yan took Wang Lang's cigarette box and ordered one for himself, then stuffed the thing into his pocket.

"Let me tell me who you are thinking of." Wang Lang smiled.

"There is an immortal man in Qishan who has eight dogs, one more fierce than the other." Li Yan closed his eyes and took a breath of cigarettes.

"Mr. Qifeng's eight entourages are known as the Eight Great Strongmen, also known as the Eight Great Vajras." Wang Lang slowly exhaled a mouthful of smoke.

Li Yan randomly bounced the ashes, "Second brother, we want to go together."

"We and Qifengjing do not interfere with the river. Why are we always unable to get along with us now?" Wang Lang asked.

Li Yan shook his head, "Second brother, you are wrong. It's not that he doesn't feel sorry for us. He just doesn't feel sorry for you. As for why, the master's wife doesn't know. Qifeng is very ghostly, and I have to be careful. Master's wife means to observe secretly for a while. If he really has any intention, our seven brothers will go to Qishan to wash Qifeng's nest bloodi."

"Opportune."
Chapter completed!