Chapter 152 Murderous Cases and Asking for Help (5000)
At the entrance of the 24-hour convenience store.
Kou Beiyue squatted on the curb, holding a bowl of Laotan pickled cabbage in his hand and swallowing the noodles.
He stared at something distractedly, immersed in thinking.
I have now found out where he works, but there are official practitioners there, and I may not be able to win one-on-one. Moreover, if someone kills someone in the office area, it will affect innocent people, which is not allowed by Master Wuhen.
It would be best to find out the community where he lives and go there at night, but I'm not good at tracking and can be easily discovered.
According to his habit, he will go to a nightclub with his colleagues tonight. This is an opportunity.
Kou Beiyue's eyes gradually became fierce. At this moment, he heard a smiling voice coming from his side:
"The Bewitching Demon of the Extraordinary Realm has a pretty good foundation. Are you a casual cultivator, or do you belong to some organization?"
The hair on Kou Beiyue's back exploded. He squatted down and jumped two meters high. At the same time, he threw the instant noodles in his hand towards the source of the sound.
After making this series of instinctive actions, he turned his gaze and saw clearly the speaker. He was a young man wearing a sports headband. He was sunny and handsome, and he was a handsome and sporty guy.
The hot soup and noodles were splashed over, but before they touched the young man's body, they slid down along an invisible wall of air.
At the same time, Kou Beiyue's body froze, and his limbs stood convulsively, making it difficult to make any movements.
Invisible chains bound him.
The young man wearing a sports headband smiled and said: "I'm not an official, so don't be nervous. I just saw that you don't have much violence in you, but you are a bewitching monster and an alien, so I came here to take a look."
Kou Beiyue did not let down his guard because of the other party's words, but now he had no choice but to cooperate obediently and said in a deep voice:
"what do you want?"
The Demon Eye King asked: "Which organization do you belong to?"
"Rogue cultivator!"
"Why don't you like killing people? You should know that the more you kill, the stronger your hostility will be, and the stronger the bewitching demon will be. People in the lawful camp call us evil professions, not just slander, bewitching people who are not bloodthirsty.
If you are a demon, you are like a loser." The Demon Eye King asked with a smile.
Us? He is also a bewitching demon? But how did he see my profession? Kou Beiyue sneered:
"I decide whether to kill or not. Why should I let my career dominate me?"
The Demon Eye King was stunned and said with a smile: "Interesting, you guy is interesting."
After saying that, he stepped forward and slapped Kou Beiyue.
Snapped!
The loud slap attracted the attention of passers-by. Kou Beiyue's cheeks swelled up, his eyebrows stood up, his eyes spewed anger, and he roared like a lion:
"If you dare, let me go, I will fight with you!"
The Demon Eye King suddenly realized:
"It turns out that he is aggressive. From ancient times to the present, the bewitching demon has always been the most powerful warrior. His temperament suits him. If you can become more bloodthirsty, your future achievements will be limitless.
"Boy, are you interested in following me? My best friend was killed and I plan to train another one. You would be great."
Although Li Xianzong was bloodthirsty, he was also unruly and proud. He would not bother to kill ordinary people if they did not provoke him. As for killing the walkers of the lawful camp, that was a matter of course.
Moreover, Li Xianzong was not fond of women and would not do anything to humiliate women. In addition, because of his excellent talent, he was noticed by the King of Demon Eyes and focused on training him.
If it is a bewitching demon with no bottom line, the Demon Eye King will not look down on it.
Kou Beiyue's eyes were filled with rage and he snorted coldly:
"Not interested in!"
"Aren't you afraid that I will kill you?" the Demon Eye King said with a smile.
"Kill if you want to, don't talk nonsense." Kou Beiyue was a young man with a very strong mind.
"Interesting~" The Demon Eye King touched his chin and said with a smile: "Don't worry, you will promise me that I will take you back to the north when I finish the work at hand."
After saying that, he silently marked Kou Beiyue and turned to leave.
Good music hotel.
The taxi stopped outside the hotel. Wang Qian got out of the taxi, walked into the hotel lobby, and stopped at the front desk.
"The Palace Master and the brothers are in suite 409. Come up quickly." The pretty female receptionist whispered.
Wang Qian nodded slightly, went deep into the hotel, took the elevator, and reached the fourth floor.
He found room 409 with ease and followed the agreed rhythm and knocked on the door.
The door opened, and the Emotional Monkey King, whose hair was as fluffy as a lion's mane, stood at the door with a beer belly. When he saw it was Wang Qian, he hurriedly said:
"Come in quickly."
Wang Qian nodded, squeezed through the crack in the door, and looked around. There were more than 20 members of the Killing Palace gathered in the large suite, including men and women, some sexy and enchanting beauties, and some men with a gloomy temperament.
There are extraordinary practitioners like him, and there are also saint-level strongmen.
Of course, the strongest one is the pretty woman in a red dress sitting behind the desk.
She is the goddess in the eyes of the members of the Killing Palace. Regardless of men or women, they are all obsessed with the palace master who is extremely elegant. This is not only the attribute bonus of the musician profession, but also the personality charm of the palace master himself.
Wang Qian did not know the specific number of members of the Killing Stop Palace, but he had an approximate estimate of more than thirty to less than forty.
This is almost half the number of people in the Spiritual Realm Family. In civil organizations, they are considered a giant.
And if there is a dominator-level practitioner sitting in charge, even the official government must pay enough attention to it and give it a relatively equal attitude.
"Everyone is here. If you can't come over, I have personally informed you." The master of the Killing Palace looked around the room and announced:
"From today on, everyone will temporarily withdraw from Songhai. I have already found a place to stay, and the Great Sage Qingma will take you there."
The faces of the members changed slightly and they looked at each other.
The Great Sage of Love and Madness explained with a beer belly:
"Biao Bishop's Demon Eye King is looking for the palace master and is offering a reward for us on the black market. Any clue related to us is worth one hundred thousand. I think it is a wise move to leave Songhai to avoid the danger.
"In addition, while you are away from Songhai, the palace master will subsidize you every month, worth ten thousand yuan each."
A woman dressed alluringly frowned and said:
"Then when can I come back? Palace Master, I just got a boyfriend. If I leave Songhai"
The Master of Zhisha Palace glanced at her lightly, and the woman immediately changed her words and sighed:
"But for the sake of the palace master, the dog man won't take it if he doesn't want it."
The Master of the Killing Palace nodded with satisfaction and said with a smile: "I'll tie up Yuanshi Tianzun later and send him to your bed."
The enchanting woman's eyes lit up: "It's a deal."
The Master of the Killing Palace laughed and said softly: "Lizhi, how long has it been since you were hung up and beaten?"
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After dinner, in the living room.
Jiang Yubai was lying lazily on the sofa, her long legs resting on her nephew's thighs, and a plate of grapes on her belly. She was eating grapes and watching the news.
They were watching the Songhai News Channel, which was also the channel that grandpa often watched.
"puff!"
Jiang Yu opened his small mouth on the side of his head, and the grapes accurately flew into the trash can a few meters away.
Zhang Yuanqing was stunned: "Auntie, it would be a pity if you don't learn basketball."
"What does this mean? Even if it's a few meters away, I can still spit it in." The aunt hummed twice and said, changing to a more comfortable position.
"Motoko, please pinch your aunt's feet."
"No, it stinks!"
"Bastard, I don't know how many men want to squeeze my aunt's feet. Don't be ignorant of your blessings." Jiang Yuyi, who was lying on his back, stared at his nephew at his feet.
Even from the so-called death angle from bottom to top, Zhang Yuanqing could not find any flaws in his aunt's face. It was still cute and cute, and the tear mole was still so charming.
At this time, grandpa looked away from the TV screen, turned around and asked:
"Since when did you two like to watch the news?"
"I don't want to watch, I just want to spend time with grandpa." Zhang Yuanqing said immediately.
"I also want to spend time with dad." Jiang Yuyi said softly.
Grandpa looked at them strangely, "I still know what virtues you two have."
A person who can only act coquettishly wants benefits, and a person who is smooth-tongued and wants benefits. Neither of them are filial pups.
Jiang Yuyi and Zhang Yuanqing laughed loudly and continued to pretend to be dead.
Zhang Yuanqing gently pinched the soles of his aunt's feet, freed his right hand to control the phone, and sent a text message to Aunt Xiaoyuan:
"Aunt Xiaoyuan, how are you thinking about the gang?"
Magical Aunt Madoka: "Say more!"
Alas, Madoka is a saint and a big leg in her own right. It would be great if she could join the gang. If I recruit Auntie Madoka into the gang, I will have greater confidence with Master Wuhen.
Master Wuhen and the forces that come with him are what Zhang Yuanqing has always wanted to "conquer".
To build your own network of contacts, it is of little significance to be an ordinary wild walker. At worst, it is a non-governmental organization. The Killing Stop Palace and Wuhen Hotel are the two most ideal and powerful channels.
Currently, he has a good relationship with the Master of the Killing Palace, and is becoming more and more familiar with him, but he has had little success in the Wuhen Hotel.
After all, the evil profession is still an evil profession. Madoka and him have an innate grudge and estrangement. It cannot be moved by a few sweet words, but it requires time and effort or a change of circumstances.
He could only figure it out slowly. Zhang Yuanqing put down his phone and didn't force it anymore.
At this time, the host who broadcast the news said:
"Next article, at 5:32 pm today, gangsters broke into a company called 'Phaeton Financial' in Rongchuang Building, and carried out an inhumane massacre of the company's employees. The methods were so cruel that it was unheard of. There were 29 people in the company, and only one person
The receptionist survived.
"According to eyewitnesses, the perpetrator is a male young man wearing a headband, about 30 years old. Currently, the Public Security Department has launched an investigation."
The TV screen switched to surveillance. In the unclear video, a young man wearing a sports headband was pushing open the glass door of a financial company.
The surveillance picture only contains this frozen scene.
The King of Demonic Eyes must be him. This guy is really not going to lurk obediently. He caused a big incident just after he came to Songhai. Zhang Yuanqing clenched his cell phone tightly.
"Oops~"
The aunt cried out in pain, with tears in her eyes, and said aggrievedly: "You hurt me."
"Sorry, sorry." Zhang Yuanqing quickly let go of his aunt's feet and apologized repeatedly.
"Hmph!" Jiang Yuyi lightly kicked him in the chest, got up and walked to the bedroom: "Stop reading, go to sleep."
Zhang Yuanqing's eyes instinctively chased his aunt's back, lowered his head and sent a message to Li Dongze:
"Sir, was it the Demon Eye King who committed the murder in Rongchuang Building?"
He paid attention to the news to see if the Demon Eye King would cause big trouble, and the result was what he expected.
Li Dongze quickly replied to the message:
"Yes. Elder Dog and Centurion Fu have been secretly tracking him, hoping to find him."
Sure enough, it was Zhang Yuanqing who typed the message: "Why did he want to massacre that financial company?"
Li Dongze: "It's unclear at the moment. People from the Public Security Department are still investigating, but judging from the information collected so far, this company's ingredients are not very clean. It is a loan company. As for how they provoked the evil eye, we have to continue.
investigation."
"I know." Zhang Yuanqing said worriedly: "Will the evil eye focus on the Public Security Department? I am from the second team, and he should know the office address of the second team. You will be in danger."
The office address of the second team is at the Kangyang District Public Security Bureau. This is not a secret. Ordinary evil professions may not know it, but with the methods and identity of the Demon Eye King, it is not difficult to find out.
Li Dongze replied:
"Oh, we have the seeds of the Explosive Flower. Its smell is very strong, and the Demon Eye King will not be able to sense it. He will not take the risk of clearing his moral value just to kill a few irrelevant ants.
"This is also what the centurion wants. After all, we can't really let the seeds explode, and many people will die. Moreover, this murder occurred today, and the moral value of the magic eye has been deducted a lot. I think it will stop for a while, no
Will continue to kill people."
While they were chatting, the sound of typing in the password came from outside the living room, and the security door opened immediately.
Chen Yuanjun came in carrying a briefcase and looking tired.
Zhang Yuanqing replied: "It's very long. It's an extraordinary period. Be careful in everything."
Then he put away his phone and said, "Brother, why are you back?"
"There's something going on at work." Chen Yuanjun put his briefcase on the coffee table, sat down at the dining table, and shouted: "Grandma, help me get a bowl of rice, I'm starving."
Zhang Yuanqing, who had just heard about the tragedy in Rongchuang Building, quickly walked to the dining table and sat down, gossiping:
"Is it because of the financial company case, Rongchuang Building? It was mentioned in the news just now."
Chen Yuanjun frowned habitually, looking more and more vicissitudes of life, and sighed:
"It's not just this. There are many things going on today, and our director of the Public Security Department jumped off the building."
"What?" Zhang Yuanqing was stunned for a moment.
Grandpa on the other side of the living room also turned his head and looked over.
At this time, grandma came out with a bowl of rice, handed it over, and said:
"The director jumped off the building? Is there such a thing?"
Grandma is never weaker than others when it comes to gossip.
Chen Yuanjun didn't want to say anything at first, but grandma looked interested. If he refused to answer, half of the bowl of rice in his hand would be taken away.
Grandma can do this kind of thing
"That's the Zhou Yan we talked about yesterday." Chen Yuanjun took a mouthful of rice and said while eating: "The one who was reported for corruption and bribery and acted as a protective umbrella for the loan company."
Grandma asked curiously: "Why did you jump off the building?"
Lending company, Zhou Yan, Rongchuang Building murder case. Zhang Yuanqing said sincerely, what a coincidence?
Before Chen Yuanjun could speak, his grandfather, who was sitting on the sofa far away, asked in a deep voice:
"Is she related to the financial company in Rongchuang Building?"
Although many people are not security guards, my grandfather still has a keen sense of smell.
Chen Yuanjun nodded slightly: "That company is the lending platform she protected."
"Oh!" Grandpa turned his head and commented lightly: "Death is not a pity."
He didn't want to talk anymore and concentrated on watching TV.
Grandma was sitting at the table, talking here and there, asking questions for a long time. She felt that she understood almost everything, so she warned: "Eat well."
He turned around and went into his daughter's room to share some gossip.
Zhang Yuanqing went to the bathroom to wash up, brushed his teeth and washed his face, returned to the room, summoned the little funny boy to move around freely, and lay on the bed, staring at the ceiling in a daze.
The style of the Demon Eye is indeed as good as the Killing Palace Master said, killing twenty-eight people in one breath, no, twenty-nine people, that is a moral value of two thousand and nine. He should not kill people randomly in the near future, and will choose to lurk
It's even harder to find him when he gets up to do good deeds, and during this gap, he might shift his energy to looking for me and the Master of the Palace of Killing Suppression.
In addition, if Bishop Bing is so well-informed, wouldn’t I be in more danger?
"Ding!"
The cell phone beeps.
The Demon Eye King took out his mobile phone to check the information:
"Heavenly King, my subordinates have just found out the news that Ou Xiangrong, who was controlled by Judge Weiye more than a month ago, died at Songhai University. The Yuanshi Tianzun who killed him may be a student of Songhai University."
The King of Magic Eyes of Songhai University replied:
"Can I get a photo of Yuanshi Tianzun?"
"Sorry, not many people have met Yuanshi Tianzun. They are basically official people. We can't get it, at least not in a short time."
After reading it, the Demon Eye King stopped replying and put away his phone.
It doesn't matter if he doesn't have a photo, he can definitely stay at Songhai University.
11 o'clock in the evening, Wuhen Hotel.
The harsh ringtone woke up Madoka who was sleeping lightly. She picked up the mobile phone on the bedside table and saw the caller ID:
Kou Beiyue!
Madoka raised her delicate eyebrows, answered the phone, and said coldly:
"You still have the nerve to find me?"
"Xiao, Xiao Yuan." The young man's embarrassed and low voice came from the phone, with a little anxiety.
Xiao Yuan was silent for a second and said: "What's the matter? Tell me quickly."
"I, I am trapped in a nightclub by my enemies. They are searching for me. I can't hold on for long." Kou Beiyue's voice was low.
Madoka suddenly stood up and her face became serious: "Tell me the location, immediately!"
"Kangyang District, Baixing Road Red Dragon Nightclub." Kou Beiyue whispered:
"I'm not here to ask for help. It's too late and you can't catch me. I secretly assassinated the official practitioner and violated the rules set by Master Wuhen. There is no way he can save me.
"I was too impulsive this time. I didn't expect that the other party would have noticed that I was squatting on him. I just called you to tell you that I have always regarded you as my mother. I have a bad temper, I am hot-tempered and impulsive. After my sister died, only
I'm sorry if you don't hate me and put up with my bad temper."
He said a lot, but Madoka didn't listen to a word.
Her heart sank to the bottom.
It takes at least forty minutes to get from Jinshan City to Songhai, so it's too late to rush there.
Master Wuhen has set rules not to have close friendship with evil professions and not to take the initiative to conflict with the authorities. Only by forgetting and letting go of the past can one redeem oneself.
Kou Beiyue broke the rules, and it was impossible for Master Wuhen to save him.
What to do, who else can save him? Madoka's face was cold, her thoughts turning rapidly.