Ding Li was a little dumbfounded. Yes, who stipulated that pills must be swallowed? I read too many martial arts novels when I was a child, and I have formed a fixed mindset.
But seeing Jiang Yang's face looking as bitter as eating coptis, Ding Li felt much better. This Chinese medicine, even if it is mixed with honey, is still bitter.
"Here it is, here it is!" Reinforcements finally came belatedly. Zhang Lianjiang and a few guys who were running out of breath finally came. When they saw the thing lying on the ground, they felt like they were facing a formidable enemy.
No one dared to be careless this time. One by one, they passed by, peach wood nails, and glutinous rice flour fixing things. Then they made a phone call and got orders to burn them on the spot and pour gasoline on them.
It started to burn.
I have to say that everyone who came here this time still had two brushes. Several seven-star soul-fixing arrays were arranged in a decent manner. They suppressed the thing and then set it on fire. Barrels of gasoline were free of charge.
The same thing was poured on it, and someone got some tires and set up a raging fire, with black smoke rising into the sky.
After a while, the police pulled up roadblocks and blocked all nearby roads.
Ding Li and Jiang Yang were also moved aside to rest, and they still had the conscience to get a few bottles of water for them to drink.
At this time, Ding Li couldn't hold on anymore, his eyelids were fighting, and he actually fell asleep in such a messy scene.
When Ding Li woke up, he found himself lying on a big soft bed. After a few random glances, he saw Jiang Yang lying on another bed not far from Ding Li, still sleeping soundly.
This is obviously a double room in a hotel. Many things still bear the hotel's logo, but the environment is far inferior to Huang Yue's suite. Nonsense, that costs thousands of dollars a night!
Ding Li jumped out of bed. Although he was still a little weak now, he was mentally refreshed, so naturally he couldn't sleep. He had a headache. I don't know how much trouble it would be to get involved in this matter this time. It might take a few more days to record.
Confessed!
At this time, Jiang Yang also woke up. He just needed an injection of saline water and was almost healed. Unlike Ding Li, it was quite troublesome to make up for it.
"Are you awake?" Ding Li greeted. He had a good impression of this strange young man Ding Li. These days, there are not many chances of Lei Feng appearing! At least Ding Li himself is not such a person.
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"Yeah." Jiang Yang seemed to recognize Ding Li, but he seemed to be very introverted and didn't like talking to strangers.
Ding Li asked: "Do you still remember me? In the jewelry store, yes, the one where you went to sell the Miao King Seal?"
Jiang Yang was a little embarrassed: "Can you not mention this? This seal seals me..."
Ding Li winked: "What? Did you steal it? Or did you steal it from a tomb?"
Jiang Yang's expression changed: "The Miao family will not dig the graves of their ancestors!"
Ding Li was a little embarrassed: "Are you kidding? Why such a big reaction?"
Jiang Yang apologized in a low voice: "I'm sorry, my family is short of money. Otherwise, I wouldn't have sold the seal?"
Although Ding Li is young, he is old in the world. Seeing the other party's attitude, he immediately changed his tone: "Who was the Wu August you were talking about last time?"
Jiang Yang shook his head: "I don't know very well. I just heard from the old people that there used to be a hero in the Miao family who proclaimed himself the king of Miao. Later, he was caught and killed by officers and soldiers!"
The Miao family respects their ancestors, but because there is no written inheritance, many things have not been passed down. Even if they have been passed down, they have changed beyond recognition in the form of songs and stories.
Ding Li originally thought that nothing could be asked, but he heard Jiang Yang say in a low voice: "I was hunting in the back mountain and found this seal. This is the treasure of our Miao family. I shouldn't have sold it!"
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Ding Li sighed, what a pure and honest child? What should he say?….
"What are you talking about?" came the voice of Section Chief Yang, who came in uninvited. He didn't even knock on the door. I wonder if this is a common problem among police officers.
Ding Li said lazily: "Nothing, Chief Yang, can we go?"
Section Chief Yang pretended to be surprised and asked: "You are not criminals, but heroes who have helped us a lot. Who dares to stop you?"
Ding Li said: "Okay, will your Public Security Bureau also give us a certificate, bonus or something?"
Section Chief Yang suddenly felt embarrassed. Although everyone knew this kind of thing, they could never talk about it openly. After all, there is still a materialist atheism!
Of course Ding Li wouldn't expect Section Chief Yang to give him any kind of certificate. What kind of bonus could the Public Security Bureau give him with its meager case-handling funds?
After all, Poussins are all running on the streets. Look at what kind of shabby cars those policemen are still driving. These policemen are still driving Changhe. They don’t know how to catch thieves.
Speaking of which, the police cars in this big city are pretty good. Even in small counties, they still drive Beijing 212. Fortunately, Ding Li was very proud to get on one back then.
Ding Li put on his clothes and walked out. Section Chief Yang coughed again: "Four people died outside. Our unified publicity report is that there was a fire accident in the hotel..."
Ding Li excused himself by saying, "I know, I won't talk much!"
It's really easy not to deal with these policemen. I just learned from Section Chief Yang that Wang Xiaoyu and the others have been sent back to school. Fortunately, there were no accidents. There was a waiter in the hotel last night, and two guests were arrested.
They were bitten to death. In the end, two policemen guarding the area died, and their bodies were cremated overnight.
Before he couldn't hold on to sleep yesterday, Ding Li sent Luo Yingshan back to the jade pendant early. After all, humans are living creatures, and being held up for too long will damage the yang energy, especially when he is weak.
Ding Li strolled out of the hotel lobby and saw Boss Chen, whom he had met once before, chasing after a fat man: "Leader Huang, Leader Huang, help me! If you do this, I will be out of business for many days!"
"Nawu, you pighead, who made you so unlucky? This kind of thing has happened to you. If you are not unlucky, who will be unlucky? Don't worry, it's only a few days!"
Ding Li didn't know what happened, but when he heard what the so-called leader Huang said about Hu, he smelled like a ruffian. Could it be that he was in some kind of movie?
Boss Chen is not a mainlander, otherwise he wouldn’t have called Leader Huang such a nondescript name. At this time, he heard that Leader Huang was unwilling to be accommodating, and his voice became tough: “I am a Hong Kong businessman who came to invest in the mainland, and you are so
If you mess around, be careful. I will complain to your superiors! At worst, my hotel will not open and I will withdraw my capital!"
Although Hong Kong has returned to the motherland, Hong Kong merchants at this time can no longer enjoy the super-national treatment they once had, but driving away investors is still a big deal.
Leader Huang's voice softened and lost the biting tone just now: "Boss Chen, you have something to say, so why get angry. Look, of course we won't let you suffer, otherwise I'm from the Finance Bureau.
What are we talking about here? We will exempt you from taxes for two months, and we will never let you suffer!"
ps: Book friend Sika’s first guest appearance is Huang Lang. Welcome...