It seems that every powerful official who reaches the top has a hard time avoiding this choice.
To advance or to retreat.
In any case, he and the Emperor of Qin were on opposite sides.
Li Kui was just thinking about who would dare to suppress him and seal him with Ying Junxian's strength and prestige. But if he follows this line, many things will become logical.
The gold, silver, jewelry, armor and weapons in the mausoleum are most likely materials used by Ying Junxian to prepare for a comeback.
This guy who has not died for two thousand years is still a famous figure in history.
This opponent is not easy to deal with.
Li Kui's eyebrows gradually stood up, like two sharp swords, raising a murderous aura.
Li Wen smiled when he saw this and told an interesting story: "The General Su Huaiqing we just talked about, his idol is Ying Junxian, and he led his army to the vast land of Anxi to imitate him."
"History exists objectively, but it is also written by humans."
Li Kui turned his head and looked at Dr. Li, and said seriously and respectfully: "Li Kui benefited a lot from Dr. Li's class today."
"Are you done with your questions?"
"it's over."
Li Wen stood up and patted Li Kui's shoulder, his smile full of interest: "Young man, work hard."
After speaking, Dr. Li put his hands in his pockets and walked away.
Li Kui watched the tall figure go away, and couldn't help but wonder: "Why does this sentence of "Come on" sound weird?"
Li Kui couldn't figure it out, so he didn't bother to rack his brains. He leaned over and scooped up the lake water, the coldness rippling in his palms, and said without looking back: "Shall we go home?"
Hu Dou's majestic body suddenly appeared, looking at the vast snow-capped mountains in the distance.
"kindness."
Li Kui turned around and looked at Xiao Hei, but they both showed understanding smiles.
"Ready, count down to three seconds!"
"3,2..."
In an instant, a golden light shot into the sky and flew into the sky in an instant, and the clouds thousands of miles away suddenly collapsed.
Thirty-Six Methods of Tiangang·Longing the Golden Light
"1!"
boom!
"Damn it, Master, you are shameless, you actually ran away!"
A blurry black shadow followed closely behind, and the surprised words dissipated in the wind.
"When did you learn this escape technique?"
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The alternating red and blue lights flashed dazzlingly, and five patrol cars parked aside.
"Give way."
"Don't crowd people, watch your step, watch your step."
The cordon was stretched for more than ten meters, and there was a huge crowd of people around. They were all holding mobile phones, standing on tiptoes to look at the two-story cement house in front of them, and talking among themselves.
"What's going on? What happened to Lao Zhang's family?"
The residents who had just arrived saw this and quickly asked the surrounding neighbors.
"Xiao Lin, you still don't know?"
An aunt beside him glanced at him sadly and sighed: "All three members of Lao Zhang's family are dead!"
"ah?!"
Along with the exclamation, another voice intervened: "Does the Zhang family have a grudge against someone?"
The speaker was a young man with short hair, in his early twenties, with a resolute face.
When the aunt heard this, she immediately said dissatisfiedly: "How is it possible? The Zhang family has a very good relationship with the people in the village." As she said that, the aunt's eyes immediately turned red: "Their son just got engaged, and the big guy didn't get married last week.
After drinking his engagement wine, I didn’t expect that today…”
Strings of tears rolled down.
Seeing this, the young man looked a little stunned and quickly took out a crumpled tissue from his trouser pocket and stretched it out.
It seems that what he said is true, the relationship between this family and the people in the village is indeed good.
"Without any grudge, robbery can't kill the whole family." The person who spoke at this time was a somewhat mature-looking man with bright eyes. He frowned and asked, "Auntie, if you say so, wouldn't the Zhang family be the last generation?
Already?"
"That's not true."
The aunt wiped away her tears and choked up: "Their family also has a little daughter. She is working out of town. I don't know how sad the little girl will be when she finds out that the bad news comes from home!"
Suddenly, the aunt stopped crying. She raised her eyes and looked at the two young men beside her. She couldn't help but said in surprise: "Who are you two? Are you not from our village?"
Lin Feng opened his jacket, revealing the patrol chief's ID card hanging on his pocket.
Immediately, he greeted: "Xu Zhao, let's go in."
"Borrowed, borrowed."
The two walked through the crowd and walked straight to the three-story cement house.
The belated resident watched the two figures walking away, and then whispered: "Sister-in-law Xiang, I'm afraid you were wrong in what you just said. If the youngest daughter of the Zhang family knew about it, she would probably go crazy with joy..."
"A dog's mouth can't spit out ivory, why do you talk like this!"
Xu Zhao's ears twitched slightly and he stepped into the iron gate.
"You guys dispersed all the people outside."
Lin Feng commanded with ease and said dissatisfiedly: "Since we may be suspected of having extraordinary powers, we shouldn't let the villagers take photos and discuss them at the door, and just carry out forced evictions."
"yes!"
Several government officials immediately saluted and responded.
Compared with when he was investigating Yu Fusheng's case, Lin Feng is much calmer now, and the arrogance displayed on his face has subsided, and he has obviously made great progress.
Xu Zhao looked calmly and observed his surroundings.
Neatly laid cotton lay in the corner of the courtyard, with a bowstring and millstone beside it.
However, these pure white cottons were stained with large blood stains, and the red color was dazzling. When the two walked into the house, the thick smell of blood hit their nostrils, and three corpses fell in the living room, kitchen, and doorway.
"Here, shoe covers."
Lin Feng stretched out his hand and handed it to Xu Zhao. He had already put on his shoe covers and squinted at the body of the man at the door. He was about twenty-seven years old and was completely unrecognizable. The exposed skin was swollen and purple in many places, and his hands and feet were obviously fractured.
He knelt down and gently squeezed the deceased's arm with his hand. His hand was stiff but soft, and he couldn't help but frown and said: "This is really cruel."
The bones in the man's arm were smashed to pieces. This kind of strength is something that ordinary people cannot achieve with fists and kicks alone.
"No wonder the higher-ups sent a mission down." Lin Feng thought to himself, then turned to look at Xu Zhao, only to find that the latter was staring at the red bed quilt hanging on the railing, and asked directly: "What's wrong? Did you find anything?"
"No."
Xu Zhaowei sighed inexplicably, "Didn't the aunt at the door say that the son of this family had just gotten engaged? I saw that there was some spun cotton in the courtyard, so I guess it was used to make his wedding quilt."
"I'll go to the kitchen and take a look."
Lin Feng lowered his eyebrows and walked towards the kitchen.
The two of them have experienced many life and death scenes. If they want to avenge the deceased, the best action is to find the murderer.
"Looking at the rigor mortis of the body, it must have been three or four days since the death. I didn't see the soul of the deceased. I don't know if it wandered somewhere or was caught by the murderer on purpose."
Xu Zhao stepped into the living room, and the blood in front of his eyes became more and more dazzling.
There are two gangsters here carefully examining the corpses, and there is also a head catcher in charge of the scene. As for the corpses...the floor, walls, TV, and sofa are covered with fragments of corpses.
"What a hatred."
Xu Zhao whispered to himself.
Looking at the scene and the appearance of the body, it is obvious that he was murdered to vent his anger.
At this time, Lin Feng walked up to Xu Zhao with Yu Huo pressed between his brows. Xu Zhao turned his head and glanced at him: "What's wrong?"
"There is a male corpse over there. His mouth was smashed and the limbs and bones were broken from the inside." Lin Feng lowered his voice unconsciously and said: "But the real cause of his death was that he was starved to death!"
"Lin Captou, Brother Xu."
When the police officer in charge of the scene saw Lin Feng coming, he stepped forward and said hello: "I didn't expect to see you two again so soon."
"Yeah, it's quite a coincidence."
Xu Zhao nodded lightly. Since they were acquaintances, he skipped the polite process and said straight to the point: "We are late, let's talk about this family's situation first."