This time Zhang Yuan didn't hang out in Huo's house all night. When he chased him, Huo Lian was dismounting and walking into the yard.
"Dudu Huo." Zhang Yuan shouted outside the door.
Huo Lian looked back and asked Zhu Chuan to let the person in.
"Why, Lao Zhang, do you still want our help?" Zhu Chuan said with a smile.
Zhang Yuan ignored him and saluted Huo Lian: "Captain Huo, what you said last time about the characteristics of Mo disciples is not very kind. They wear straw sandals. There are people wearing straw sandals everywhere in the world."
Zhu Chuan laughed from the side.
Huo Lian also smiled, but the smile was still very short, flashing at the corners of her mouth and eyes.
"Then let me tell you one more thing." He said, as if thinking for a while, "He eats very simply, just like a beggar, so Momen has another name, called Beggarmen."
This time Zhang Yuan left without turning around and went all over the streets to catch beggars. He frowned and said, "Captain Huo, this is just like wearing straw sandals. There are many people in the world who have simple food."
There are many people who cannot afford to eat and have to live on a simple diet. Some people have personal preferences, such as Liu Yan, who eats worse than a beggar.
Zhu Chuan laughed heartily.
Huo Lian also smiled again.
"Yes, this is what's so difficult about the inkmen." He said, "They are everywhere."
Yes, it is indeed the case. Zhang Yuan checked this section and learned a lot about Mo disciples. It is indeed a mixture of three religions and nine streams.
"But it's easy to check." Huo Lian added.
Zhang Yuan looked at him.
"Momen claims to do justice for heaven. Wherever the evil people are, they will appear." Huo Lian said, pointing at herself, "For example, me, so you keep an eye on me, and when they come to kill me, you can
Caught them."
After saying that, he laughed.
Zhu Chuan laughed so hard that he held his belly: "Yes, I told you a long time ago, Lao Zhang, just follow us."
Zhang Yuan's face turned livid and he cursed in his mind, this birdman and Du Cha Si are really nothing.
He stopped talking, turned around and left.
Huo Lian didn't let anyone stop him, and Zhang Yuan walked out of Duchasi smoothly.
There was no one in front of the Duchasi Gate. This place was already remote, and because of the nickname Yama Luo Hall, people who needed to pass by also took detours.
At this time, there were several policemen standing in the alley not far away.
Although he is also from the Yamen, he feels uncomfortable standing here.
Finally seeing Zhang Yuan, several people hurriedly lowered their voices and shouted, "Boss."
Zhang Yuan walked over.
"Boss, what are you doing here?" asked a guard.
Another officer muttered: "You came here as soon as there was news about the murderer. No wonder others misunderstood that we work for the Ducha."
"I'm here to ask Governor Huo for some details about the Mo disciples." Zhang Yuan said, "I'm not here to report to him."
After saying this, the world may not believe it, but it doesn't matter, he must catch the culprit anyway.
"How about the inquiry?" the guards asked.
I asked a lot of nonsense.
Zhang Yuan's expression was a little complicated, but his eyes lit up again. Although the birdman's words were confusing, he also reminded him to think of a way.
He looked at the portraits in the hands of the officers, stretched out his hand and clicked: "Let this murderer throw himself into a trap."
Gao Xiaoliu looked at the narrow gap in the dark room of the casino.
The gap is for ventilation and is no more than the width of a palm.
Is the actor made of water? Can he get out of it?
"Do you think you are powerful? You can do anything?" Gao Xiaoliu sneered and kicked on the narrow gap.
The narrow gap shattered with a sound.
Zhike hurriedly stepped forward: "Sir, don't hurt your foot."
Gao Xiaoliu still couldn't understand his hatred and kicked him several times until the narrow crack turned into a hole.
"I told him what the current situation is, but he still dares to run around." He cursed bitterly, "Does he think we haven't been defeated enough and died enough?"
"The people recruited in these remote places are undisciplined." Zhike said softly, "They don't understand anything."
Don't listen to anything either.
Gao Xiaoliu was neither the elder nor the head of the hall, nor the head of the hall. He didn't have any order in his hand. It was okay here in the capital, but the country people from the east hall didn't listen to him at all.
"Master, don't worry, find the person first. There is news in the market that the police officers are also targeting him." Zhike said.
Gao Xiaoliu was about to say something when a handyman came in hurriedly.
"Sir, I'm awake."
The anger and irritability on Gao Xiaoliu's face disappeared, and he sighed helplessly: "My father is really good at sleeping. If he is so good at sleeping, this business will fail sooner or later."
Zhike's smile became even stronger and he said, "Young Master is here, so I don't have to worry."
In the third year of Jianping, a meteorite fell from the sky. The master forged a magical weapon for His Majesty, and the five elders of Momen gathered in Jin.
The King of Jin conspired to rebel, the imperial court was annihilated, and the leader and the four elders were all dead. The senior elder from the capital fought desperately and sent an order from the leader to disperse all the disciples.
Elder Gao's order promptly interrupted the court's investigation and saved the lives of his disciples, but he himself was seriously injured.
Fortunately, there was a famous doctor in the family who saved his life, but his soul was unstable and he often fell into drowsiness. He could only wake up two or three days a month.
The Gao family's residence is behind Huixian Tower. Gao Xiaoliu walked through many courtyards and came to his father's side.
This is a simple room, with a set of tables, chairs, and a wooden bed. Lying on the bed is a chubby old man, wearing a blue robe with a patch on the cuffs.
The owner of Huixian Tower is the best businessman in the world. Everyone has forgotten his name and only knows his nickname Gao Caizhu.
Rich people make a lot of money, but they are extremely stingy and wear old clothes and eat leftovers.
Maybe God couldn't bear it and allowed him to raise a son who was extremely wasteful and wasteful of money.
Gao Xiaoliu walked in, making the whole room shine with golden light.
The rich man took a breath of cool air between his teeth and closed his eyes.
"Hey." He said, "You wear gold and silver all day long. Aren't you tired of wearing it?"
Gao Xiaoliu turned a deaf ear and sat crookedly on the chair beside the bed, raising his feet and pointing at the straw sandals.
"Straw sandals made of gold." He said, "Those who want to arrest me with straw sandals will be confused. If I follow the old rules, I will be arrested and put in jail."
The rich man couldn't even look at the straw sandals made of gold. He waved his hands to ask him to put them down. He recited his sins several times before saying, "Just stay in jail. What's the big deal? I've never heard of anyone being convicted for wearing straw sandals."
"
He stretched out his hand.
The Zhike who came in quickly stepped forward to help the rich man up, skillfully placed the pillows, and then brought the tea on the table.
The rich man sat back on the bed and took a sip of tea.
"Dad, it's time to change the old rules." Gao Xiaoliu curled his lips and said, then raised his eyebrows again, "There are no rules now."
The rich man Gao said: "Don't talk nonsense, you can't stand anything." At this point, he looked at Zhike and asked, "What's the matter?"
Zhike hurriedly recounted the recent events one by one, from the Jiaozhou actor who came to Beijing to kill people to the time he suddenly came to life in the West Hall.
The wealthy man listened with great interest.
"It hasn't been this interesting for a long time." He said, "The days when I woke up before were no different from falling asleep."
His slightly cloudy eyes looked a little sad.
"These days are finally a bit like the past."
Gao Xiaoliu frowned: "Dad, do you think this is a good thing?"
"Of course it's a good thing." Gao Caizhu said, "He is indeed a member of my generation. He is fearless and goes forward one after another."
Gao Xiaoliu chuckled: "It must be the people who are causing trouble one after another. Dad, please be happy first, and I will find a way to save this wandering actor."
The wealthy man shook his head: "No need."
Gao Xiaoliu was stunned, no need?
Rich Man Gao held the teacup and drank slowly, and said, "How can we let everyone know that we did it if we don't catch him?"