After leaving the crowd, Feng Bingwen didn't hear a familiar voice coming from behind him until he walked out of the street and came to a place with few pedestrians. Unsurprisingly, he turned his head and looked at the two detectives who had followed him here. .
"Is there anything else?"
"It's nothing, I just want to shake your hand!"
The man who followed up, Mr. Xing, had a kind smile on his face. He squatted down, his eyes were level with Feng Bingwen's, and at the same time he extended his hand in a seemingly friendly manner.
"..."
Feng Bingwen looked down and stretched out the calloused palm in front of him. After staring for a moment, he stretched out his own palm, which was quite petite in comparison, and held it.
The young agent following Capt. Xing looked at the big and small people shaking hands in the street with a confused look on his face, until he heard a crisp sound and saw his boss speaking with a sullen face,
"That's it."
"Is there anything else?"
Feng Bingwen retracted his palm expressionlessly,
"If there's nothing else, I'll go back first."
"It's okay, but I still want to remind you that this is Daqian!"
Xing Baotou's words were profound. As he spoke, he also retracted his palms, clenched them into fists, and held them behind his back.
"I know."
Feng Bingwen nodded, with a childlike smile on his young face.
"I just want to be an honest person!"
"Honest duty?"
Xing Baotou muttered, and a smile appeared on his tense face,
"Of course this is the best. I still don't want any murders to happen in this county. It won't have much impact, don't you think?"
"I think so, but I think those gangsters wandering the streets are too much of an eyesore and disrupt the public morals. I'll teach them a lesson. It shouldn't be illegal, right?"
"As long as there are no homicides, this chief will not care about this kind of thing."
"Then I understand."
After finishing speaking, Feng Bingwen waved his hand at the detective, then turned and left.
"Uncle Xing, what are you doing?"
Until then, the young detective following Capt. Xing could no longer bear it. No matter how you looked at it, the scene just now was really strange.
This uncle, who had been in the yamen for many years and had experienced many storms, actually faced the child as if he were an ordinary person, or even a more terrifying existence.
"Didn't I tell you before I brought you out? Listen carefully and read carefully, but don't ask too many questions. I will let you know what I need to know."
The old catcher didn't want to say more, but after thinking about it, he still gave one more instruction,
"The child just now is not as simple as you seem on the surface. If you encounter anything related to him in the future, just come to me directly and leave it alone."
"yes."
The young man's heart felt like being scratched by a cat, and he felt extremely uncomfortable. However, with this elder's attitude, he did not dare to ask more questions and could only keep his doubts in his heart.
At this time, the young catcher's eyes narrowed and he noticed a touch of green and black color. The abnormal color was on the palm of his clan uncle, and it happened to be the same palm that shook hands with the child.
The young catcher, who had a suspicion in his mind, followed his uncle's palm with his eyes. Even if the old catcher deliberately concealed it, the young man following behind him found an opportunity to see clearly what the green and black color on his palm was. What.
Astonishingly, it was a small hand print with extremely clear edges.
The little catcher's heart was shocked, and he was filled with shock. This uncle of his clan has been working hard on his body since he was a child, and he has trained both internally and externally. Although he is only a catcher in this county, if he is in the world, he can also have his own name.
Master, well, third rate.
"Sure enough, it was noticed."
At this time, Feng Bingwen, who had left the county seat, also felt quite distressed. Ever since the city god saw some of his background that night, he had been mentally prepared for this.
It's not like he couldn't understand the government's thoughts. After all, he was a murderer who led many evil ghosts to kill an entire village in one night. Although the village was innocent of death, it also showed how dangerous he was.
"The policeman might have been staring at me, so as soon as I made my move, the guy came after me!"
Feng Bingwen thought to himself, he felt that the reason why the yamen dispatched the police so quickly was probably related to him.
"But looking at this situation, the government's attitude toward me seems to be very ambiguous. Maybe they haven't figured out who I am yet!
Although what I did was a bit cruel, it can still be regarded as spreading the light of righteousness!"
Although this contact with the Yamen made Feng Bingwen feel a little heavy in his heart, he was not too worried. People with Suhui like him are not unique in this world, they are just rare, but he
He is not an alien demon and will not be yelled at or killed.
After figuring out the key, Feng Bingwen felt a lot more relaxed. With what he was going to do in the past few years and in the future, it was impossible for him to conflict with the government, and the government might even ask him.
"Well, I need to explain today's matters to the old man."
While thinking about it, Feng Bingwen had already returned home. After some thought, he walked into the wing where the old man was recuperating. He had brought out the old man's name today, and he would give a shout out when he heard about it.
"Grandpa, I got into trouble!"
After entering the room, Feng Bingwen looked panicked, but he didn't scold him in the morning. The old man who was just about to scold him also became nervous, but it didn't show on his face.
"What trouble did you get into?"
"I hit someone!"
"Why did you hit someone?"
The old man's brows furrowed.
"Is such that……"
Feng Bingwen described the rogue behavior of the green-skinned gangster in detail,
"I couldn't hold it back at the time, so I picked up the bench and gave it to him!"
"Did you hear them calling that gangster Hu Er? Then I have some impression. If you hit him, then it's okay."
"ah?"
Feng Bingwen was a little confused.
"I beat him more than ten years ago, but I beat him with a bamboo stick."
The old man looked calm. If his grandson hit someone unreasonably, it would be difficult to deal with it, but if he just took advantage of it and hit a student he taught before, then it would be fine.
"Is that scoundrel a student you taught?"
Feng Bingwen's eyes widened, and the words "How did you teach such a thing" were written on his face.
"What kind of student? This bastard has been studying with me for less than a year. He skipped school many times, didn't come to class, and refused to change despite repeated admonitions. I asked his father to take him home. He is not good at studying at all."
Seeing his grandson's appearance, the old man immediately defended himself angrily. It would be embarrassing to teach such a student. If his grandson hadn't just hit him, he wouldn't want to remember such a thing.