"Fat man! Can you find the murderer?" Ye Zihao asked with a serious expression.
"This murderer is very cunning. When he assassinated Lin Feng, he deliberately used a fake license plate and covered his face when escaping. He didn't give the police any clues at all," Fatty explained.
"Are you pretending to be awesome again? You will say that the police can't find you, but can't you, the God of Death, also find you?"
Ye Zihao gave a lesson and said.
"Boss! Will you die if you cooperate with me in showing off?" The fat man had an embarrassed smile on his face.
Ye Zihao urged him and said, "Do you have any clues?"
"Haha! Boss, you are the only one who knows me!" The fat man said with a smug smile on his face: "This murderer is very cunning, but as I said just now, he visited the Murong family before the crime, and I investigated
The surveillance near Murong's house successfully captured the appearance of the murderer. Although the murderer deliberately covered his face when committing the murder, his body shape and facial shape are very similar, so I guess that man is the murderer."
"Oh? With his photo, things will be easier to handle." Ye Zihao was pleasantly surprised, and then asked: "Then have you found out the whereabouts of this person?"
"Three days ago, he took a train to Zhao Village, and I checked his ID card address. It happened that he was a villager in Zhao Village, so I thought he should have gone home to avoid the limelight."
The fat man analyzed it and said.
"This is very possible! Fatty, please send that person's photo and address."
Ye Zihao gave an order and said.
"OK!"
The fat man nodded, and then sent the killer's information.
After receiving the information, a strange smile appeared on Ye Zihao's lips, and he murmured coldly to himself, "Don't let me find you, otherwise, I will make you miserable."
…
The next night!
In a remote village in Jiangcheng, a middle-aged man was walking home on a country road. He was carrying several kilograms of liquor in his hand, as if he was returning from a drink.
Zhaocun!
This village with less than 50 households is called Zhaocun. Everyone in the village is named Zhao, and this middle-aged man is called Zhao Erhu.
It is said that he committed a crime when he was young and went to prison. After he was released, he lived in society for more than ten years. He returned to the village a few days ago. Due to his withdrawn personality, he basically did not interact with his brothers in the village.
Soon, Zhao Erhu returned to his small courtyard.
His home is located halfway up the mountain, several hundred meters away from the village at the foot of the mountain.
"Click!"
Zhao Erhu opened the door, then turned on the light, and saw a strange man sitting in the room.
This man had a stern look on his face, and his eyes were as frightening as those of poisonous snakes.
"not good!"
Zhao Erhu seemed to realize something, and ran out without saying a word.
"Bang!"
But as soon as he walked out of the door, a dark shadow suddenly appeared, and a big man raised his foot and kicked him in the chest.
Caught off guard, Zhao Erhu was kicked away and his body flew back like a cannonball.
"boom!"
The impact was so strong that Zhao Erhu even smashed the wooden table into pieces. His whole body was grinning in pain, and bright red blood was flowing from the corners of his mouth.
"Zhao Erhu? Where do you want to run to?"
At this time, a tall man walked in at the gate. He had thick eyebrows and a face with a Chinese character, which gave people an aura of calmness and authority.
"You...who are you?" Zhao Erhu reached out to cover the wound and asked with a panicked look on his face.
Wang Tao sneered a few times and said, "Your uncle, my name is Wang Tao! You can just call me Mr. Tao."
"Master Tao?" Zhao Erhu said after being startled.
"My grandson is good!"
Wang Tao had a proud expression on his face and deliberately teased him.
"Fuck you! You dare to play tricks on me? I'll beat you to death."
After that, Zhao Erhu took out a pistol from his body and was about to shoot Wang Tao.
Suddenly, a faint cold light flashed past, like a laser, passing through Zhao Erhu's hand holding the gun.
Forehead?
Zhao Erhu was startled. Just now he felt as if his hand had been pricked by a bee, but when he took a serious look at his hand holding the gun, he saw that there was a silver needle on the palm.
Where did the needle come from?
He was shocked in his heart, but what shocked him even more was that at this moment, he felt as if his palms could not exert any strength, and his whole body was weak and sore.
Even, he couldn't even hold the gun tightly.
"thump!"
I saw his gun quietly fall to the ground.
"Damn it!"
When Zhao Erhu gritted his teeth and tried to pick up the pistol with his other hand, how could Wang Tao give him this chance?
Seeing that Wang Tao made a quick decision, he quickly stepped forward, stretched out his foot, and kicked the pistol away.
"Damn! Only the weak use guns, the strong use fists!"
Wang Tao cursed in displeasure, then gritted his teeth, exerted all his strength, and punched Zhao Erhu directly in the face.
"Ouch!"
Zhao Erhu was hit in the middle of the face, causing him to flutter to one side.
Wang Tao's heavy punch directly blew out Zhao Erhu's front teeth.
Seeing that Zhao Erhu's mouth was full of blood, he became breathless even when he spoke.
"You...who are you? If you don't leave my house, I...I'll call for help."
Zhao Erhu shouted angrily.
"Scream! This place is at least a few hundred meters away from the village at the foot of the mountain. Even if you scream, no one will hear you."
At this time, Ye Zihao lit a cigarette, took a puff, and said lightly.
"You...who are you?"
Zhao Erhu suddenly became alert. As a killer, he felt the aura of the man in front of him, which made him feel suffocated.
Master!
This person is definitely a master!
Zhao Erhu thought with such shock.
"You should know who I am?" Ye Zihao's face was expressionless, and the cigarette at the corner of his mouth was slowly burning.
"I...I don't even know you."
"Aren't you the one I sent to assassinate Lin Feng? Why don't you even recognize me?"
Ye Zihao's expression became increasingly cold, and his words made Zhao Erhu tremble all over.
Could it be that he is...?
His eyes were wide open and his face was full of shock. Judging from his shocked expression, he seemed to have realized something.
"You...are you Ye Zihao?"
Zhao Erhu's voice was trembling, and the whole person stared at him in panic.
"It seems you finally remembered me."
Ye Zihao flicked the ash from the cigarette end and said calmly.
"You... what do you want to do with me? I... I know everything." Zhao Erhu said in a tone of denial, very tough.
"Oh? You killed Lin Feng, are you not afraid that I will send you to the police station?" Ye Zihao said coldly.
"I'm scared of you! Don't think you can scare me like this. I'm not afraid of death. 18 years later! I'll be a good man again."
Zhao Erhu gritted his teeth and cursed very ferociously.