Ren Qing took a long breath, then closed the "Travel Notes in the Thatched Cottage", leaned against the wall, closed his eyes and rested.
He suddenly realized that the one year of life spent on the human skin book was actually not a very expensive price.
You must know that the strange objects in the prison can form a restricted area, which means that he was definitely not in the warrior realm during his lifetime, and had already developed spiritual intelligence.
Even if they are the same weird objects produced by human skin books, as their realms increase, they are completely different in nature.
Maybe he is the only one in the world who can master magic techniques using weird objects above the warrior level.
Fortunately, Song Zong was aware of it.
Unfortunately, the higher the level of the strange object, the more lifespan Ren Qing needs to consume if he wants to master the technique.
Ren Qing was about to walk out of the martial arts building when he suddenly heard an uncontrollable cough.
"Cough cough cough..."
The old detective walked out of the back room. He looked to be seventy or eighty years old and relied on a cane to walk.
"The martial arts building will be closed soon. You can come back tomorrow."
"Thank you, husband, for reminding me."
Ren Qing nodded and put "Travel Notes in the Thatched Cottage" back on the bookshelf.
He doesn't plan to come again, since the remaining martial arts secrets are of no use to him anyway.
As long as you can successfully advance to the Half-Zombie Realm and transform your eyes into double pupils, you will be able to see through them easily, no matter how sophisticated your skills are.
The old detective suddenly said: "I want to ask, is he okay?"
Ren Qing looked puzzled and said, "Is this what I mean, Song Zongwu?"
"Ahem, cough, yes."
Ren Qing didn't know how to describe it, so he could only say perfunctorily: "It's pretty good, well... my body is very strong."
The old detective smiled and said: "So that's the case, then I'm relieved."
After Ren Qing left, the old detective's kind expression suddenly became extremely distorted, and he weakly closed the door tightly.
The coughing got worse.
Ren Qing took a deep look at Wu Lou. The old detective must have nothing to do with Song Zong, and their appearance was somewhat similar.
Could it be that they are brothers?
Ren Qing had no intention of going into details, so he might as well explore the human skin book more.
He came back from his concentrated state, and then he remembered that he hadn't eaten yet today and his stomach was already hungry, so he couldn't help but quicken his pace.
When I returned to the fire hall, I saw green smoke coming out of the stove and crackling, and it was obvious that a body was being burned in it.
However, before leaving, Ren Qing had already learned from Xiao Wu that the body came from a fisherman who drowned in the suburbs of the city.
Because the body had been soaked in water for several days, it was not easy to burn, and the time required was at least doubled.
Ren Qing walked into the yard and found some steamed buns and pickles on the stone table.
As he ate, he walked towards the stove.
Ren Qing soon discovered that there was a familiar figure among Xiao Wu and the others, but he was silent and did not speak.
"Bo Feng?"
Ren Qing couldn't help but feel surprised.
Bo Feng has changed a lot, and his whole body is full of decadence. Not only has his original black hair turned to silver, but his face is also covered with furrows and wrinkles.
Bo Feng looked up at Ren Qing and said with a wry smile: "Brother Ren, from now on I will be working as an errand on the street, so don't dislike me."
Ren Qing couldn't help but ask: "Could it be that the officials under you blamed you, but what does the death and injury in the prison have to do with you?"
Li Mian opened his mouth to explain: "Bo Feng was transferred here on his own initiative. We just found out."
Xiao Wu nodded, obviously very interested in why Bo Feng came here.
Bo Feng sighed: "There are only seven government officials in the street, and four of them died in prison. I recognize all their families..."
At this point, he covered his head in pain.
Bo Feng no longer wanted to be the manager of the pyrotechnics, so he took the initiative to transfer Tanjie. Of course, Ren Qing was also involved, and the latter's behavior in prison was indeed obvious to all.
Ren Qing patted Bo Feng on the shoulder and agreed without hesitation.
There are too few people who mainly talk about the street. If they are really busy, it may affect their practice. Secondly, with Bo Feng in charge, Ren Qing can safely be the shopkeeper.
Bo Feng's mood gradually recovered and his expression was relieved.
The few of them chatted over steamed buns and pickles, thereby getting closer to each other.
When Bo Feng talked about the location of the street he originally governed in the east of the West District, Ren Qing couldn't help but ask about the situation of the beheaded corpses in the East District.
"You are talking about unsolved cases, right? Now they are mainly concentrated in the Southern District. I don't know the purpose of the murderer behind them..."
Li Mian frowned and asked, "The death of so many people may be related to certain forces."
Bo Feng shook his head and said: "It doesn't look like it. I have seen several of the corpses. The incisions on the necks are exactly the same. It can be seen that they should be from one person."
Xiao Wu curled up and asked with a little fear: "The city will definitely be closed after the death. Hasn't the murderer been found yet?"
Bo Feng couldn't help but look around, and then whispered softly: "The incision on the neck is too flat. It doesn't look like it was cut with a sharp weapon. Instead, it looks like the head grew legs and ran away on its own."
Xiao Wu's teeth began to chatter: "Don't...don't...scare me."
Ren Qing said with relief: "The Yamen must have taken corresponding measures. Besides, there is no airtight ship. If you continue to commit crimes, you will inevitably expose your flaws."
"Indeed, I feel that there have been fewer beheading cases recently."
"Brother, pay more attention to the Lower West District. If a headless corpse appears, let me know."
"No problem, I know a lot of policemen in the yamen."
Bo Feng agreed repeatedly, and the advantages of having a senior government official were revealed. At least in terms of connections, Ren Qing was far behind.
"I'm going to bed first. If there's anything else, I'll talk about it tomorrow morning."
Ren Qing stood up and walked towards the wing, swallowing a pig's eye without changing her expression.
Bo Feng happened to see it, and his expression became incredulous: "What did Ren Chao just eat? Why does it look like raw meat?"
Li Heng was not surprised and said: "Actually, they are relatively fresh pig eyes. After removing the blood, there is no fishy smell at all, and there is still a sweet aftertaste in the mouth."
The others had strange expressions on their faces, and Li Heng said with a flushed face: "I saw that the policeman eats it every day, so I was just curious for a moment."
Xiao Wu said disdainfully: "Brother Qing has poor eyesight. The doctor said that you should take the food according to the shape."
Li Heng still wanted to explain, but something was wrong with his brother Li Mian's eyes, and he couldn't help but want to cry.
As for why Ren Qing showed off his poor eyesight intentionally or unintentionally, it was actually because after being promoted to the Half-Zombie Realm, he would inevitably have to cover up his double pupils.
He didn't have a good way to do this, but he didn't want to join the guards too early, at least he had to be strong enough to protect himself.
Compared with fire workers who occasionally encounter dangers, the risks that jailers need to bear are too great.
Ren Qing even suspected that there should be quite a few restricted areas outside the city.
Those Hexing Street pyrotechnics who were transferred out of Sanxiang City said that some village was plagued by plague. In fact, it was probably related to the restricted area. I was afraid that the disaster was worse than the worst.