Self-cultivation of the traveler of the world

"Master President!"

"Enter!"

The screen door was gently pushed open, and a woman in a white maiden costume walked in with small steps, bowing her head and lowering her eyebrows.

"Master President, Ju Chuan-kun is no longer available!"

Hearing what the visitor said, Shizuka Fujiwara felt a bad premonition even more.

"What about the others? What about the other forces we have deployed on Hong Kong Island?"

"All... all can't be contacted..."

Hearing this, Fujiwara Shizuka's heart skipped a beat, as if Miko Nishika looked at her smilingly, her hands and feet trembled involuntarily.

"Then...then...what happened to that kid Morishita...did he...sacrificed too?"

The woman shook her head and said:

"No, no, Master Morishita is fine, he has already boarded the return boat, and he will be back in two days!"

"Are you back..."

Fujiwara Shizuka muttered in her mouth, the depression in her heart was still not relieved, she gently closed her eyes, exhaled a long breath, and slowly ordered:

"Chiyoko, tell other people to take precautions now. I suspect that the person named Wang Guanlan is coming soon. Let them pay attention. The trouble this time may not be as troublesome as Lin Yimei's attack back then." How small is the hour!"

"Hi!"

Hearing the president's order, Chiyoko bowed her head respectfully and said yes, she was three points more afraid of Wang Guanlan than the president.

Only she, who is in charge of liaising with the forces on Hong Kong Island, knows best what a terrifying thing that Wang Guanlan has done!

......

"Killed with a knife, cut the throat, the cause of death is simple and clear!"

Looking at this simple and neat wound, Director Hou couldn't help but get goosebumps on his body. Without the training of 800 people, he would never be able to cut this knife! .

"This... was this done by Guanlan?"

Hearing Director Hou's trembling voice, Sir Ma came over and nodded.

"Surveillance captured it, it was very clear, Guanlan seemed to be demonstrating, a horizontal knife, 46 crime scenes, a total of 320 seven people, all of them were killed with one knife, there was no room for resistance!"

"How...he...how is this possible! This..."

Looking at the horrified Director Hou, Sir Ma shook his head lightly, but didn't speak, and he didn't know what to say.

He didn't think Wang Xuebin was that kind of person who killed innocent people indiscriminately, but if he was wronged, it wouldn't make sense. There were witnesses and material evidence, and Wang Xuebin didn't seem like a person who would be bewitched by ghosts.

320 six people, ranging from corporate executives to short mules in associations, men, women and children, none of them survived the knife!

Even in their police station, there are a few sirs who usually keep themselves safe and make trouble, which makes him unable to say a few words for Wang Xuebin!

This incident is said to have alarmed the Queen of England. It is no longer a simple murder case. It has long been classified as a terrorist attack, and the situation is extremely serious.

"Ma sir! Director Hou!"

At this moment, a report came from outside the door, Ma sir and Director Hou turned their heads together and saw the very familiar figure.

"Huh? Sir Lin! Are you discharged from the hospital?"

"Report Ma sir, it's all right!"

At this time, Lin Sir's face no longer had the cynicism of the past, and the frivolity in his body also disappeared. His expression was solemn, his eyes were firm, and he had a clean-cut posture.

"You...why are you here, why don't you rest at home for two more days?"

Seeing someone coming, Ma Sir stood up straight and asked nonchalantly, but his clumsy acting skills really couldn't fool anyone.

"Bin...I heard about Brother Bin,"

Hearing Sir Lin's words, Sir Ma fell silent. He looked at the hesitant Director Hou next to him, and then at Sir Lin with a stern expression. After hesitating for a while, he finally asked:

"What do you... mean..."

Upon hearing this, Sir Lin took out a few photos from his pocket, stepped forward and handed them to Sir Ma and Supervisor Hou, and explained in a deep voice:

"I've already gone to investigate the scene. I'm afraid the case and the identities of the dead are not simple!"

Looking at the chrysanthemum patterns on the four-fold watch in the photos, Sir Ma and Director Hou looked serious.

"Jiuju is top-notch!"

"That's right, I suspect that the people Brother Bin killed were all members of Jiuju's first-class influence. I found Jiuju's first-class sign at every crime scene. I think this is definitely not accidental!"

"There are more than 300 people..."

More than 300 people may not seem like many, but they live in all walks of life and have completely penetrated all aspects of Hong Kong Island.

Underworld and white ways, scholars, farmers, businessmen, and each of these 300 people has attracted a vote of power. It seems inconspicuous, but once united, it will definitely cause social turmoil.

Seeing this, Ma Sir and the others understood why Wang Xuebin had killed him. It was only because they encountered such a force, and all their conventional means were like a breeze blowing on the face, unable to touch the root cause.

It was at this time that they truly realized what a huge force Wang Xuebin was about to face.

Such a huge force can be deployed on just one Hong Kong Island, what if it is on the mainland of Japan?

Thinking of this, everyone's hearts couldn't help but lift up.

"Ma sir, this case involves Japanese friends, so I want to apply to go to Japan and cooperate with them in the investigation!"

"What? No, I won't allow it!"

Hearing Sir Lin's quiet voice, Sir Ma rejected it loudly without even thinking about it.

"Guanlan and Ajiu have gone, they have all the abilities, even if they can't take revenge, at least they can get out!

And you?what do you have? "

"I have blood feud!"

Lin sir also roared, his eyes turned red, and he stared at the horse sir.

"Ma sir, every night these days I can dream that Wei Zi came to me and asked me why it was he who died and not me!

I also ask myself every day, why is he the one who died and not me! "

Lin sir ripped open his collar while roaring, his flushed cheeks were full of confusion and anger that had no place to vent.

"Ma sir! Weizai is dead, my best brother is dead, the brother we said so many times to live and die together is dead! I can't even find anyone to take revenge!"

There was a hint of crying in Lin sir's words, and the anger on his face turned into an unspeakable grievance.

"Boss, we are the police!

I know we shouldn't be arrogant!

But I am also human!

I have feelings too!

Let me just watch Weizi like this, do nothing, I can't do it! "

As he spoke, he slapped the police officer's card and handcuffs in his arms on the equipment table, lowered his head and said firmly:

"I must go to Japan. If you don't agree, then I will report and resign myself!"

Seeing Sir Lin's demeanor, Ma Sir's complex emotions were beyond words. He wanted to scold Sir Lin, but he didn't know what to scold. He wanted to comfort him, but he didn't know how to persuade him.

What is the difference between Sir Lin's demeanor and theirs back then?

"You... oh~"

Ma sir sighed, shook his head helplessly, picked up the certificate on the table, slapped it on Lin Sir's chest, and said in a low voice:

"If you resign, don't mention it again...I will grant you a vacation. You use the excuse of vacation to go to Japan. Don't contact the official. As for the others...you can only look at yourself..."

That's all Ma Sir can do...

......

"This is the quiet room where Senior Brother Yimei practiced back then!"

A quiet room that is not too big, a wooden table, a cloud bed, two chairs, nothing more.

"Why did Master Uncle remember to bring me here?"

Uncle Jiu frowned slightly, and looked at the room carefully. It was very simple, but there was a faint charm hidden in it.

"Ha ha!"

An old man with a long beard wearing a somewhat faded Taoist robe waved the starched dust whisk in his hand, chuckled lightly, and said calmly:

"More than nine years ago, Yimei came here once, and he had the same expression as you now!"

Saying that, he shook his head and smiled again.

"Your father has aura since he was a child, whether it is classics or Taoism, he is worse than me in everything, but your father is not as good as me in one thing, and that is mentality!"

He waved the whisk again, walked into the room, touched the table lightly, and said with a sigh:

"Your father's heart is very big, and there are many things in his heart. In the early years, Master persuaded him because of this matter, but he never changed!

Success is determined by the heart, and failure is determined by the heart. Senior brother has been dragged down by his heart all his life! "

Immediately, the Taoist priest turned his head, looked at Uncle Jiu, and said meaningfully:

"You and your father are like carved out of the same mold. You haven't learned much about his talent, but you have inherited all his bad habits!

Your father begged to die because he was so disheartened that he saw through the truth and decided to die in martyrdom!

And you?Why are you begging to die?

There is a lingering death in the brows, with a frowning face, as if he is rushing to the funeral!

how?Are you tired of living at such a young age? "

Hearing Uncle Master's words, Uncle Jiu wanted to say something, he opened his mouth, but he just sighed, and after a long silence, he said slowly with a bitter face.

"Uncle, I have no choice! My parents are dead, my relatives are dead, my friends are dead and one disabled, and my younger generation is in prison. It's all because of me...I...I really don't know what to do alright..."

Chapter 353

"Ugh!"

Listening to Uncle Jiu's words, and seeing his lazy and disheartened expression, the old Taoist really hated iron for being weak, he sighed a long time, and said helplessly:

"You... come with me!"

"Uncle..."

"Don't be such a mother-in-law, come with me!"

As he spoke, he pulled Uncle Jiu and walked down the mountain.

Maoshan has never been an ordinary place since ancient times. From the earliest land of beautiful mountains and rivers to the later Taoist resort, and then from the Taoist resort to the anti-Japanese base.

The story of this place is far from being clear in a few words.

In the eyes of the world, the most famous landscape of Maoshan is the palaces and buildings sitting on Maoshan, because this is the Taoist altar of the Qing Dynasty, and there are countless mysterious legends of Taoism.

But in the heart of the old Taoist priest, the most quintessential place of Maoshan is not on this Maoshan at all, but in the memorial hall at the bottom of the mountain!

In a simple yet solemn memorial hall, tourists who come and go take off their hats and stop in silence. Here is the Anti-Japanese Memorial Hall built in Maoshan!

"Do you know where this is?"

Looking at the horrible photos in the glass window, Uncle Jiu fell silent.

Burning, killing, looting, rape, rape and looting, the pictures record the sinking and disaster of a country. These pictures are accusing the Japanese atrocities to people all the time.

Uncle Jiu is a child who grew up in peacetime. He has never personally experienced or seen the disaster that war brings to the people of a country.

He has heard of it!

Listen to Taoist One Eyebrow talking about it!

But it's just heard!

Living in the embrace of capitalism, England's attitude towards the interior has always been stigmatization that spares no effort.

Because of Yimei Daochang's education, Uncle Jiu has not broken his own foundation, but when it comes to the sufferings that the country has experienced, Uncle Jiu lacks empathy after all.

And this is exactly the reason why Uncle Jiu, no matter how hard he tried, was still unable to surpass Daoist Yimei!

Firstly, he has not experienced the tempering of blood and fire, and secondly, he has been separated from the influence of the Chinese cultural environment. The combination of the two is doomed that Uncle Jiu's achievements will never be comparable to Daoist Yimei!