What does the original sentence "Justice cannot save your sister" mean?

Countless doubts filled Xia Liang's mind. After hesitating, he gritted his teeth, and decided to find out.

After crossing the big hole dug in the wall, there was a shocking dark red color, accompanied by the increasingly intense and strange smell.

This dark red color does not come from the wall itself, but from several light tubes in the corner. Xia Liang vaguely noticed that this may be the ultraviolet rays that the police often use when collecting fingerprints.

Except for the load-bearing wall, the other walls in this room have been opened and look unusually spacious.

There were various photos posted on several walls, mostly portraits. Xia Liang looked closer and didn't see much special.

He thought that Zhu Ansheng's work was a private detective and often asked to help others investigate the whereabouts of others, or take photos of them secretly, and he felt a little surprised.

But...if it is just a simple secret photo shoot... is it really necessary to do it so secretly?

He walked through the corridor in the middle and walked into the deeper room. He noticed that the smell was coming from the front.

He could not tell whether the smell was poisonous. If it was poisonous, maybe Zhu Ansheng was already in a coma. He thought about it, took off his police uniform and covered his mouth and nose before continuing to walk in.

After passing through the door, the only dark red light remaining was swallowed up.

In this room at the end, there is a heart-pounding darkness.

Xia Liang held the gun in one hand and took out his cell phone from his pocket with the other hand, turned on the flashlight, illuminating the layout in the room.

There are no amazing scenes.

It looks like an ordinary studio.

He turned his head and looked to the wall, and soon touched the switch of the light tube. After turning off the switch, the chandelier in the room flashed and emitted a dim light, searching the room clearly.

He looked around and went straight to the workbench opposite, looked up at the whiteboard on the wall with photos of various notes, and slowly widened his eyes.

In the middle of the stacks of sticky notes, a photo of a woman was posted.

The bun has a cool temperament, white skin as white as snow, and looks like a knife. The beauty and sharp temperament are mixed together.

She didn't look at the camera, the photo was taken secretly.

But this is not the reason why Xia Liang was surprised.

He suddenly realized that although his temperament and appearance were very different, his signature facial features could not be changed. It was the long-haired female student who appeared on Fu Yinger on Friday after school.

Why did Zhu Ansheng secretly take photos of this woman?

What does she have to do with this case?

Countless questions came to my mind. Xia Liang held his hand on the workbench and approached him and observed carefully:

Apart from the girl, there are many photos of different people on the whiteboard, both men, women, and young and old. There is nothing special about the appearance alone.

He stretched out his hand and lifted a photo of a man with a rough face in the corner. The label below marked the person's name.

Zhang Ruowen.

There is also a line of incomprehensible annotations below:

"Lala".

"This is……"

Xia Liang raised his eyebrows and suddenly discovered some clues hidden in the whiteboard. He put down his pistol, stepped onto the desk, hugged the whiteboard with both hands, and carefully took it off.

There are many photos hidden behind the whiteboard.

These photos are not like human-made photos. They are mostly screenshots of surveillance videos or records of certain news reports, which are very different from the information on the whiteboard.

Xia Liang stared at these photos silently, and gradually discovered something strange.

Although these photos hidden under the whiteboard are different in time and place-

In each photo, people wearing different clothes, doing different jobs, and even having different genders seem to be wrapped in bandages on their faces.

Xia Liang's heartbeat suddenly accelerated.

The next moment, he suddenly opened his eyes wide, arched his body, and copied the pistol on the table, and turned around in an instant with the power of calm sound-

Before the gun in his hand was aimed at him, a black shadow in his sight was already shooting at him like an arrow. The trigger was pulled, the bullet shot out, and it brushed across the edge of the chandelier. The huge impact force caused the chandelier to shake, and the whole room became bright and dark.

The man kicked his spleen accurately with a terrifying force, and then he swung his left hook that broke through the air.

Xia Liang felt a severe pain, his throat was fishy and his nose was also hot.

Years of experience in training at the police academy have made him far more tolerant of pain than ordinary people, and he will not faint.

His vision was blurred and he turned around the muzzle to shoot again. The man reached out his hand again, grabbed Xia Liang's upper arm, and smashed his left arm on Xia Liang's elbow joint.

Xia Liang snorted in pain, and the pistol flew out of his hand. He bit the tip of his tongue, cheered up, rolled out with force, and threw himself onto the chair in front of the desk, hitting the chair, but it was also considered to be out of the man's pursuit.

He ignored his dislocated right hand, picked up the legs of the chair on the ground with his left hand, and waved in the direction where the man was in his memory with his consciousness, and hit the lower three ways.

But the man seemed to have expected that this would be the case and did not give Xia Liang any room to mediate. While taking a step back, he picked up the pen holder on the table and threw it at Xia Liang.

The ceramic pen holder hit the corner of Xia Liang's eyes and shattered in an instant. Xia Liang hummed again, and his face was filled with blood. He was also stimulated to be bloody. At this critical moment of fighting for life, he didn't care about the pain at all.

His eyes were blood red, and he couldn't see the person in front of him clearly. He roared and rushed forward, his legs waving wide open and closed, and he used all his energy to death.

In the light and dark light, the man seemed to be able to see everything in the room clearly, and did not make any major dodging moves. He turned sideways, twisted his waist, took a step, tilted his head, and every move flashed just right by Xia Liang's swing.

He was swaying like a ghost, lowered his body, hugged his back waist, and shoveled his left foot to the ground. He used the grappling technique to press Xia Liang's arm, pulled out a cold dagger from his back waist, and pressed on Xia Liang's neck.

Xia Liang's face was pressed tightly against the cold floor, coughing twice, and blood flowed out of his mouth.

"What are you...

The dagger on the back of the neck was cold and harsh. It was accompanied by the man's voice:

"I ask, you answer."

Xia Liang's eyes suddenly widened, and the anger in his eyes turned into endless confusion and horror in an instant.

The man pressed his shoulder, turned him over, and then pressed his knee against his lower abdomen, and the dagger was pressed against Xia Liang's chin.

The shaking chandelier gradually stabilized.

Under the dim light, Zhu Ansheng's figure was clearly reflected.

"Brother-in-law..."

Xia Liang was incredible. But before he finished speaking, the dagger pierced the skin of his chin again.

"I ask, you answer."

Zhu Ansheng's tone was cold. His eyes were even colder. He was not as cold as Zhu Ansheng that Xia Liang had known for the past ten years. He felt something was silently collapsed in his consciousness.

Xia Liang didn't say anything, waiting for his next sentence.

Zhu Ansheng said coldly:

"When you were ten years old, your sister Xia Meiling carried you home because you threw a slipper into the ditch. That day, you wanted Xia Meiling to take you to buy something, what was that?"

Xia Liang was silent for a few seconds and said:

"The toy store at the school gate, a new yo-yo."

Zhu Ansheng had no expression on his face, so he continued to ask:

"You told me that when you were a child, you did something very embarrassing in your hometown. What is it?"

Xia Liang frowned, suppressed the doubts in his heart, and said helplessly:

"When I was eight years old, I treated other people's ancestral tombs as my own and worshipped for a long time."

Zhu Ansheng asked again:

"Which was the first time I was hit by a secretly stitched casing?"

Xia Liang was stunned:

"Brother-in-law, what are you asking about this?..."

"Answer me!" Zhu Ansheng's tone suddenly became a little stiff, and the dagger was handed into his skin again.

Xia Liangsheng closed his eyes undesperately, pursed his lips, and after a while, he said:

“Seventeen.”

Both of them fell into a long silence.

After a while, Xia Liang felt the coldness on his neck slowly disappear.

He opened his eyes and saw Zhu Ansheng's face squeezed a heartless smile and grabbed his hair:

"Ahhaha... the flood washed away the Dragon King Temple. Who did I think you are? It turns out that I am really my brother-in-law."

As he said that, Zhu Ansheng helped him up from the ground earnestly and considerately, sat down on the sofa outside, busy with ice and bandages for him, and his heartache looked like his brother-in-law was beaten up by someone else.

Zhu Ansheng attached his dislocated right arm again. With the sound of "clicking" joint reset, Xia Liang took a breath of cold air in pain.

"Sit for a while, sit for a while, my brother-in-law will get you aspirin." Zhu Ansheng rubbed his hands and walked out of the room with a smile on his face.

From beginning to end, Xia Liang stared at Zhu Ansheng with a very strange look.

There are too many things he doesn't understand.
Chapter completed!