Although the deputy director didn't know Chu Heng's background, he guessed from the few words in Jiang Zhuolin's mouth that this kid was not simple.
Therefore, he did not scold him too much. After a few insults, he called for the one-eyed old man to be sent to the forensic room, and then left with his people.
As for the identity of the old man who suddenly appeared in the bureau and was called master by Jia Ying, he didn't even ask.
Although the old man's skills are a bit scary, he is Jia Ying's master after all, and he is not a prisoner. There is no reason to investigate him, right?
Say it again.
That Jia Ying belongs to Jiang Zhuolin. If something goes wrong, naturally someone will take care of him and they won't be able to find him.
So, why bother with him?
…
Chu Heng and Cen Hao did not leave with the deputy director.
At this time, he was following the one-eyed old man in the morgue of the forensic room.
This was the first time Chu Heng came to the morgue. When he followed Jiang Zhuolin to deliver the body, he wanted to come in and have a look, but when he went there, he was ruthlessly kicked out by Jia Ying.
Now see what's going on here.
He finally understood why Jia Ying was as guarded against Ximen Qing and wouldn't let him in no matter what.
This morgue is not big, with just two beds and some equipment, it is completely packed.
At this time, on one of the two beds, there was the corpse of the mute old man. The corpses of the dwarf and his mother Yu'an were put into body bags and piled under the bed.
On the remaining bed lay the one-eyed old man who had fallen asleep. The quilt under him was from before they came. It must have been Master Jia Ying who slept there. This also explains why he didn't let Chu
Heng entered the morgue, probably because he was afraid that others would discover the existence of the veteran.
At the same time, Chu Heng also understood why Jia Ying had to eat so much every time.
There’s not much food for two people!
At this moment, Lao Dao was treating Cen Hao's injuries. One of the boy's hand bones was twisted by his mother Yu'an. Lao Dao was fixing his bones and heels. He would have to go to the hospital to put on a plaster at dawn.
"Uncle Jia!"
After Chu Heng wandered around the room, he wandered over to Jia Ying, pulled him reluctantly and asked: "What on earth did you commit? Tell me, maybe I can really help.
.”
This guy is feeling miserable!
Usually others beg him to do things for them, but now he takes the initiative to help others, and they even dislike him!
Where can I go to reason with you?
"You little toad yawned loudly."
Jia Ying is now annoyed with this guy. If he hadn't suddenly had a fit and wanted to interrogate his mother Yu'an, his master's whereabouts would not have been exposed.
So after taking a glance at this guy, he didn't bother to talk to him anymore. He turned to look at the old Taoist and continued to persuade him earnestly: "Master, you'd better listen to my advice. Can we leave quickly? I know you Bodhisattva...
Daozu is kind-hearted, but he has to be kind at times, and we can't let him get buried in the ground and throw ourselves into it."
"Believe it or not, I'll sew your mouth shut if you keep talking nonsense?" The old man frowned and glared at him, turned around and looked at Cen Hao, then stretched out his hand to pinch him a few times, and then said with a kind smile: "Young man
Have you ever practiced boxing or kicking?”
This scene...
Why is it so similar to the story about a master recruiting a disciple in the play?
Cen Hao, who had always admired the old Taoist, smiled cautiously when he heard this, and told the basics in a strict manner: "To tell you a long story, I practiced Baguazhang with my father for a while when I was a child. After he died, I started to explore on my own, and later on I
I met an old man and learned the moves from him for a month. Unfortunately, before I could become a disciple, he drank too much and drowned in a puddle. After that, I just practiced blindly by myself."
"Oh? In that case, you must be self-taught, and you can actually develop such a solid foundation. Yes, yes, you are a master of martial arts."
The old man smiled and praised, then stood up and said: "Okay, it's getting late. You should go back and rest early. Remember to bring the medicine tomorrow."
Finished?
Cen Hao was stunned for a moment.
You just... don't accept me as a disciple?
This is not the same as in the drama!
Chu Heng was also stunned.
What's going on?
Why didn't he look at me after watching it?
So he moved forward vigorously, raised his arm in front of the old man, and said with a smile: "Taoist Master, please give me a look."
"You don't need to read it."
The old man looked at him with a smile on his face, stroking his beard and said: "The bones are strong, the muscles are strong, the energy is full, and the body has good bones, but it is a bit late for martial arts training. It's okay to learn simple postures."
"Then you can't practice other things? For example, cultivation, refining energy and energy, refining energy and transforming into spirit, refining spirit and making it empty, etc." Chu Heng's eyes were bright and he looked at the old man expectantly.
"Cultivation?"
The old man looked at him blankly, not understanding what nonsense the grandson was talking about.
Finally, after thinking about it carefully, I guessed what he was talking about. I couldn't help but laugh and said, "You should be talking about cultivating Taoism, right? As for what it means to practice spirituality, I don't understand."
"That's it!"
Chu Heng was greatly disappointed and thought he was going to change the map and ride the fairy horse.
"Taoist Master."
At this time, Cen Hao came up and asked with a look of reluctance: "Can you teach me Kung Fu? I would like to become your teacher!"
As he said this, he would kneel down and kowtow.
He has been suffering from the guidance of the unknown teacher. How could he give up this opportunity when the master was in front of him.
"Get up quickly!"
The old man hurriedly reached out and grabbed his arm, and with a little effort he pulled him up. Then he squeezed Cen Hao's arm with a look of regret on his face and sighed: "You're a good kid, but you're a good student of martial arts.
If it had been earlier, maybe I would have accepted it, but now that I am in trouble, I won't let others get away with it."
"I'm not afraid of trouble!" Cen Hao became anxious when he heard that he rejected him.
"Aren't you afraid of us?" Jia Ying on the side rolled her eyes and began to chase people away: "Okay, go ahead and do what you have to do, we have to rest."
"Bang!"
Just then.
Jiang Zhuolin, who had just learned the news, hurriedly opened the door and walked in. He asked, "How are you doing? Is Mr. Huang okay?"
"With my master's help, what can happen to him?" Jia Ying sighed weakly.
Jiang Zhuolin breathed a sigh of relief when he heard this: "That's good, that's good!"
At this time, Jia Ying came over, grabbed him, and said: "You came just in time, come with me to persuade my master to come with me quickly."
"Why don't you go? Neither of you have to leave this time."
Jiang Zhuolin broke away from him, looked at Chu Heng with a smile, and asked: "Boy, let me ask you, is Taoist Dou considered your savior?"
It turns out his surname is Dou.
Chu Heng glanced at the old Taoist and nodded hurriedly: "What does it mean to calculate? It's just that. If it hadn't been for Taoist Dou to take action, I would be dead now."
"That's enough. Let me ask you again, if your savior is in trouble, will you help or not?" Jiang Zhuolin smiled like a thief, as if he was convinced that Chu Heng was convinced.
