When Shen Qian finished the call, Song Ye glanced at Shen Qian strangely.
He could probably understand every word of what Shen Qian said to that Wang Yangming just now, but he didn't know what they meant when put together.
There was another urging knock on the door, and Song Ye didn't ask any questions. After getting the bracelet back, he patted Shen Qian's shoulder.
"Don't worry, Qian Shen, I will keep following up on this matter. I may not be able to do anything about the procedural matters, but I will definitely find a way to restore the truth and let those lawbreakers be punished!"
"You don't have to worry about your safety after entering the Martial Arts Bureau. Since the police team knows about this matter, they don't dare to mess around."
Looking at Song Ye's firm expression, Shen Qian nodded slightly, thought for a while, took the pen and paper, wrote a few lines and handed it to Song Ye.
"Assuming I haven't come out after one day, please ask Captain Song to go to the address written above and help me find someone. His name is also on it. Just show this note to him then. Thank you Captain Song!"
Shen Qian felt that he still couldn't place all his hopes on Wang Yangming, so he added another layer of insurance in Song Ye.
Song Ye took a glance at it, but it was similar to the content of the call. He couldn't quite understand it, but the address seemed vaguely familiar, but Song Ye couldn't remember where it was for a while.
After Song Ye solemnly collected the note, Shen Qian walked out of the interrogation room and let the two black-clothed men from the Martial Arts Bureau escort him out.
Behind him, Song Ye stood on the corridor, sighed softly, then turned around and called two of his men, and went out to rush to the scene of the incident, hoping to see if he could find some more useful evidence.
……
After exiting the gate of the Police Warrior City detachment, Shen Qian raised his head and glanced at the sky.
It was midnight at this time, the night was dark and dark clouds covered the moon.
Under the steps at the door, in the dimmest light, there was a black van parked, with an iron cage covering the outside, and a sword-like pattern painted on the van's body.
This pattern is also found on the black uniforms of the Wufa Bureau. Shen Qian guessed that this is the exclusive logo of the Wufa Bureau.
Standing in front of the open door of the van was a woman wearing a police uniform. She had short hair and plain features, but her eyes were sharp and cold. She was looking at Shen Qian who was coming down the steps.
There is a work badge hanging on her chest, her name is Zhao Guiying, and her position is the deputy director of the logistics department of the Police Warriors Chengdong Branch.
Shen Qian looked at the other person for a while, and then made a guess from the slightly familiar brows and eyes of the other person, and asked directly: "Zhao Xin's cousin?"
"It's me."
Zhao Guiying paused for a moment, then stared at Shen Qian and said indifferently: "Xiaoxin has suffered a lot in that ghost place in Lucheng since she was a child. It's unreasonable to be bullied when she comes to Jingcheng. I'll give you one this time." Lessons learned."
"You have to admit when you are wrong, and you have to stand upright when you are beaten. This time, stand up for me."
After Zhao Guiying finished speaking, the corner of her mouth raised a mocking arc, and she suddenly kicked Shen Qian's broken leg.
The force was not strong, but it was right at the wound. The pain was so heavy that sweat broke out on my forehead.
Shen Qian didn't make a sound or scream. He just took a deep look at Zhao Guiying, and then got into the van with the push from behind in black.
There was another person in the back row of the car, it was Chai Mu who looked pale but had an inexplicable smile.
"What a pity."
Chai Mu looked at Shen Qian, feeling regretful but unable to conceal his excitement.
"Let's go, I'll take you to the Martial Arts Bureau as a guest, where people your age are rare visitors!"
Shen Qian ignored his morbid expression and sat down on the middle seat, closing his eyes slightly.
To be cautious, Shen Qian used the system's hang-up box to search for self-rescue plans when he was in the interrogation room just now.
The system provides a name and an accurate address.
Seeing that the method he thought of to break the situation coincided with the system, Shen Qian felt relieved a lot.
But if even this can't save him, he can only resign himself to his fate.
……
Wang Yangming got out of the taxi and began to look around for the address Shen Qian mentioned.
He was located on the busiest commercial street in the center of Jingcheng, with numerous shops and many lanes. However, Shen Qian had no other information except "No. 9, Jingnan Road", which made Wang Yangming very depressed.
He was sleeping soundly when he was woken up by a phone call from Shen Qian. At first Wang Yangming thought Shen Qian was joking with him, but after listening to a few words, Wang Yangming, who knew enough about Shen Qian's character, knew that Shen Qian was serious. Something happened.
A matter of life and death.
These were Shen Qian’s original words, and Wang Yangming believed them.
Although Wang Yangming didn't know why Shen Qian was in a life-and-death crisis, and he didn't know why Shen Qian neither called the police nor the teacher, but asked him to do a strange thing, Wang Yangming believed that Shen Qian had his own reasons.< /p>
Just like when he was in his sophomore year of high school, he offended a senior in his senior year because of his passion, and was blocked in the woods next to the school playground. When he was desperate, Shen Qian came in carrying a bench.
Although both of them were beaten with bruises and bruises afterwards, Shen Qian also kept calling him "idiot" for several days...
But the sun was just right that day, and when Shen Qian slapped a senior student and rushed in cursing, he was really handsome.
Wang Yangming, who was full of enthusiasm, soon became desperate.
This street was all Jingnan Road, but he walked back and forth and couldn't find the place Shen Qian mentioned.
"No. 10 Jingnan Road" and "No. 8 Jingnan Road" are next to each other, and there is no "No. 9 Jingnan Road" in the middle.
Damn it.
Seeing the morning light rising, Wang Yangming felt anxious as he thought of the urgency in Shen Qian's words.
Suddenly, Wang Yangming saw an aunt cleaning up the street. His eyes lit up and he hurriedly walked over and asked: "Aunt, do you know where No. 9 Jingnan Road is?"
"Who are you calling aunt? Are you polite?" The cleaner glared at him dissatisfied.
"Sister, please do me a favor and give me some advice!" Wang Yangming quickly changed his tune.
"This is more or less the same." The cleaning lady casually pointed behind Wang Yangming with the broom, "Isn't this the '9 Jingnan Road'? Are you from Jingcheng and don't even know this place?"
The cleaning lady had walked away at some point. Wang Yangming didn't notice. He just stared blankly at the place where the cleaning lady pointed, with only one thought left in his mind.
Shen Qian, are you sure you're not kidding me?!
Opposite Wang Yangming is a tower.
A huge tower with a retro style and made entirely of bronze.
Its spire is hidden in the clouds, and you don't know how high it is, only that it reaches the sky.
In front of the ancient bronze pagoda is a square covering an area of thousands of square meters, completely paved with white marble. There is a monument on the square with two vigorous ancient characters on it.
Wang Yangming didn't know what those two words were, but Wang Yangming knew where this place was.
This is Jingcheng Babel Tower.
It's...the place where that man lives!
He is the living god of Jingcheng, a legend that remains unchanged for centuries, and the ceiling of martial arts in the minds of countless Jingcheng people.
Marquis of Jingcheng, Gao Wenyuan.
Yes, Wang Yangming has searched everywhere on Jingnan Road, but subconsciously ignored this place because he thought it was impossible.
When he arrived at the square, Wang Yangming saw the sign of Jingnan Road under an inconspicuous step, which was marked with "9".
"Damn it, this is really it...Shen Qian, don't play with me!"
With anxiety, awe and unconditional trust in his good brother, Wang Yangming gritted his teeth and stepped onto the steps in the middle of the square.
In this deserted early morning, Wang Yangming walked alone on the quiet and empty road, but arrived at the foot of the tower surprisingly smoothly.
There are eight doors on the first floor of the Tower of Babel, but only one is open. Two young men in retro robes are leaning against the door, discussing something heatedly.
When Wang Yangming got closer, a conversation came over that he couldn't understand at all.
"...No, no, Brother Zique, you are wrong. The song stage is warm, the spring is bright, the dance hall is cold, the wind and rain are miserable." This paragraph clearly means that the Epang Palace is too big, so there is a gap between the two palaces. Two climates emerged."
"I think you are obviously wrong, Brother Jingwen. No matter how powerful Afang Palace is, can it be as big as Jingcheng?
This paragraph clearly refers to the loud singing, which gives people the illusion of spring, and the floating sleeves bring up the cold wind, so it seems like wind and rain. It is a change of mood, do you understand..."
"Hello, you two, what about that, I want to ask..."
Wang Yangming bit the bullet and said.
But the two of them seemed not to see him at all. They just spat at each other with red faces, getting closer and closer, and were about to fight.
Wang Yangming shouted a few more times, but when he saw that the two people ignored him completely, he hesitated and walked directly past the two people to the gate, hoping to find a normal person to ask again.
Bang!
The two people who were fighting happened to fall at Wang Yangming's feet. They looked up at Wang Yangming who suddenly appeared in their sight, and couldn't help but pause.
"Who are you?"
"Who are you looking for?"
They both spoke at the same time.
"Oh, I'm looking for someone named Liu Changqing..."
"You're looking for Sixth Senior Brother, wait a minute, I'll kill this grandson first and then I'll receive you!"
The man in robes riding on top said something, then turned around and started fighting with the man in robes below.
The two men acted without any plan, which made Wang Yangming want to laugh a little, until one of them accidentally scratched him with his sleeve.
Wang Yangming's eyes went blank, and his mind was filled with doubts...Where is my person?
Bang!
The next moment, severe pain occurred. Wang Yangming flew five meters and fell heavily to the ground, almost fainting.
"Oh, brother, I'm sorry, I forgot you were there. I didn't stop him. It's all my fault for this shameless man!" The man in robes riding on top ran over and helped Wang Yangming up, apologizing again and again.
The other person snorted and was too lazy to speak, but because of this little episode, the fight between the two finally stopped.
"My name is Wu Hongxu, nicknamed Zique, and his name is Qian Weiyun. The two of us are guarding the gate today."
The man in the robe made an introduction and then asked, "Did you just say that you were looking for Sixth Senior Brother?"
"That's right, I have something urgent to do with him." Although he was puzzled that someone would actually choose a name these days, Wang Yangming, who had something on his mind, didn't think much about it and said quickly.
"Do you have any special relationship with Sixth Senior Brother?" Wu Hongxu asked.
"No, I was entrusted by a man named Shen Qian to come to him for help."
"Well...Sixth Brother usually doesn't see guests easily. Considering the disaster you suffered, you can wait here for a while. I'll go up and deliver a message for you. I don't know whether he can see you or not." Wu Hongxu said something, turned around and walked quickly into the door, and walked straight to the escalator standing in the middle of the first floor hall.