Late at night, Feng Guangyuan tapped Muyu, and the more he knocked, he felt bored, and he always felt that something was missing. Finally, he couldn't help but turn on his phone, find Zhu Xingchang from the contact person, and call the phone.

"Old Zhu, what's going on today?"

On the other end of the phone, Zhu Xingchang was standing in a burnt rental house with a group of police officers.

"Lao Feng, there is no chance today. A super murderer came to Nanfeng District. He committed more than 20 murders a day. Isn't this against me? I must catch him today."

Zhu Xingchang grabbed the phone and said viciously, "I'm delaying my playing cards, and I'll have the best results for you."

"Okay, close the case quickly."

Zhu Xingchang put down his phone and stood on the scene like a sea-stabilizing needle. He is not a person who is good at criminal investigation. He can become the director, mostly because of his strength as a fifth-grade warrior.

To be honest, the police station does not lack old criminal police with rich criminal investigation experience, but lacks a candidate who is highly powerful and can handle criminals with thunder when they find criminals.

So Zhu Xingchang made up for it.

When he came to the scene, he was afraid that the crazy murderer would attack the police. The guy who killed more than 20 warriors in one day was not a good deal of fuel.

Visit, investigate and monitor, search for the crime scene...

The police searched for a whole night, and then returned to the police station for a meeting.

On the large screen in front of the conference room, there was a surveillance video before the incident.

"Journal of Zhu, the previous conclusion can be confirmed. According to the surveillance video, there is only one murderer, a woman, a young man or a middle-aged man, and his strength is unknown."

At this time, another criminal policeman added: "Of course it is not ruled out that it is a male. The suspect is very familiar with the surveillance in the area here, and we did not take a photo of the front. Moreover, the victims are all fugitive criminals, and they live in remote locations. There is no surveillance at the scene of the crime, so the strength of the perpetrator cannot be determined."

"If you can kill more than twenty warrior criminals in a day, you must be a fourth-grade warrior at the lowest level."

"What about the motive for murder? Black eats black, vendetta kill?"

At this time, a young policewoman stood up and said, "Will the criminal treat himself as a messenger of justice? A teenager is jealous of evil and has a worldview that is either black or white, so it is easy to have such a violent idea."

The detectives around looked at the young policewoman jokingly, as if saying, "The person you are talking about is not you, right?"

The policewoman smiled shyly. She did have this idea, especially when she first entered the Investigation Bureau, she wanted to bring all the prisoners to justice.

I have done a lot of stupid things to do about this, and now I think about it all the fullest of dark history.

Zhu Xingchang stared at the big screen. In the surveillance camera, there was a young woman Feng Xiu pretended to be.

"Look, when the suspect walks, his left foot is light and his right foot is heavy, and he is very likely to be a lame man. Follow this line and check the warrior who has injured his lower limbs in the middle of the city." Zhu Xingchang's eyes moved away from the screen and explained to the female policewoman beside him: "The idea is good, but it is unrealistic."

"A young man in his teens to twenty years old, young and middle-class, can do his best to cooperate with our Investigation Bureau. Why did she take action privately?"

In fact, there is another saying that is, there are not many people with such excellent talent in the entire city. They all have families and have a bright future, so there is no need to do such things.

Who is it?

...

At eight o'clock in the morning, the phone rings suddenly

Feng Guangyuan hurriedly went to answer the phone.

"Hey? Oh, hello, class teacher, is there anything?"

Feng Guangyuan heard the inquiry from the other side of the phone, looked at Feng Xiu's house and replied:

"Feng Xiu hasn't gotten up yet... well, yes, I know, I will urge him in the future."

"Okay. After he gets up, I'll ask him to call you back."

...

Two hours later, Feng Xiu woke up, got up and washed up, and planned to go out to get some food.

It is rare for adoptive father to be at home this morning.

What's scary is that the vegetarian rice he made has been set up on the table.

Feng Xiu felt a little nauseous. It was indeed an exaggeration to say that the dogs would not eat the vegetarian rice cooked by his adoptive father. However, without adding some feed, the dogs might not have to eat much.

Just boil the vegetables in boiling water, and there is no taste at all.

"Come and have dinner, the food is ready."

"Well, why didn't you go out today?"

"Don't talk nonsense, eat quickly, and call your class teacher after eating."

"Um?"

"Your class teacher called this morning, and you were sleeping at that time."

The adoptive father didn't say much, but Feng Xiu had already understood.

The old class was worried that he would waste his time at home and delay his studies, so he called to check the situation.

Based on his understanding of the old class, if he hadn't called the phone before noon, the old class would have come to visit his home in the afternoon.

After a simple meal, I took out my cell phone, found the phone number of the old teacher and called.

The phone was connected, and before the Fengshuo spoke, the old classmate had already spoken.

"Feng Xiu, although you have completed three bone quenching and broke through to become a warrior, this does not mean that everything will be fine."

The head teacher Sun Letian held the phone and instructed: "Don't be arrogant. First-grade warriors will have second-grade and third-grade. Your goal is not to become a middle-grade warrior, your goal should be a master."

"Old classmate, I..."

Feng Xiu was stuck and didn't know what to say, saying that he stayed up late to practice all night last night, but would the head teacher believe it? It is estimated that it is difficult. The martial artist practices once or twice when his qi and blood peaks, and then he goes to bed and rest.

How could I practice all night?

"Feng Xiu, I understand that it is normal for a relaxed situation without the learning environment of the school. But you have to learn to overcome it and turn it around as soon as possible. Remember, the reason why you took leave to go home is to study better..."

"Uh-huh."

...

The old class's instructions lasted for an hour and did not stop until the old class went to class.

"Feng Xiu, you are a good student, and the teacher believes you can do it."

"Yeah, I understand, thank you teacher."

"Don't forget to call me a week later."

"Yeah, teacher, I understand."

Feng Xiu hung up the phone, without any impatience at all, and his heart was warm.

Perhaps this is exactly what my father told him not to kill innocent people.

For example, his senior classmate asked for leave at home, but the senior class no longer had the responsibility to discipline him.

But the old class still called the phone at the risk of being disgusted.

He may not know whether there is a risk of being disliked by parents or students by making phone calls or home visits? If the answer is no, he must know.

But his strong sense of responsibility drove him to do these things that were not good for him.
Chapter completed!