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Then, the three of Chen Yongren who had been watching the excitement saw a flash of the knife.

The pork ribs were chopped into two pieces in the air by the pork knife in the man's hand. Immediately afterwards, the pork knife in the man's hand moved slightly from side to side twice to support the two falling pork chops.

"I knew you were a kind girl, thank you." The man smiled and nodded at the startled woman. With a flick of the pork knife, the two ribs obediently flew to the iron hook next to him, and then hung on firmly .

Seeing the man's continuous movements, the woman suddenly remembered the super fast hand speed of the man in the early stage when playing Audition last night.

Finally, the woman bit her lip, stomped her feet, turned and left.

Seeing the back of the woman leaving angrily, the pork stall owner shook his head.Putting down the pork knife in his hand, he picked up the wine glass next to the chopping board and leaned against the chopping board.With his left hand in the small pocket of his blue apron, he quietly savored the faint sweetness of the martini in his glass.

At this time, the owner of the pork stall seemed inseparable from the lively crowd around him.It's just that while being separated from each other, there is a very strange sense of coordination.

He Jiaan and Li Fengyi had nothing to do with it, they just felt that the owner of the pork stall chopped pork very skillfully, but Chen Yongren narrowed his eyes slightly.

Just when the owner of the pork stall picked up the pork knife and split the ribs in two in the air, Chen Yongren heard a slight cracking sound.

It wasn't obvious, but he heard it clearly.

Not only that, Chen Yongren sniffed his nose lightly, and narrowed his eyes looking at Dao slightly.

This knife is not an ordinary pork knife.

In addition, the man's casual kicks seemed very relaxed, but he showed a very unusual grasp of strength.

At this moment, he seemed to feel Chen Yongren's gaze, and the owner of the pork stall, who lowered his head to taste the martini in his cup, raised his head and looked forward.

The gazes of the two men collided like this.

One is handsome, with a gentle smile, tall and straight, and a slim suit; the other is ordinary, with a calm complexion, and an ordinary figure, with bare upper body and an apron;

"Chen sir, what's the matter, is there something wrong with this guy?" He Jiaan immediately noticed the abnormality between Chen Yongren and the pork stall owner.

"Oh, it's nothing, I just think this boss is interesting." After speaking, Chen Yongren threw the plastic bag in his hand into the trash can next to him, smiled and walked towards him.

He Jiaan and Li Fengyi looked at each other, although they didn't know what Chen Yongren wanted to do, they still followed behind Chen Yongren.

"Police!" Chen Yongren took out the ID in his pocket, motioned to the owner of the pork stall, and then took it back.

The owner of the pork stall has good eyesight, and he saw the words on it clearly at the first time: "O Ji, trainee inspector, Chen Yongren."

Looking at the handsome man in front of him, the owner of the pork stall squeezed out a polite but awkward smile: "This Mr. Chen, what can you do for me?"

"Oh, nothing." Chen Yongren shook his head, smelling the smell of meat from the pork stall, and pointed to the pork knife that the man put on the chopping board with a smile: "I found that your pork knife is very convenient for chopping pork. Not for sale. After all, I usually don’t have any hobbies, I just like cooking at home by myself.”

While speaking, Chen Yongren put his hand on the handle of the pork knife.

As soon as he touched the handle of the knife, Chen Yongren felt a strong cold in the palm of his hand.Chen Yongren raised his eyebrows, this knife is really not simple.

Before Chen Yongren could pick up the pork knife, the pork stall owner pressed his right hand on the back of the knife: "I'm sorry, sir Chen, this knife of mine is an ancestral one, so I don't sell it."

Looking at the smiling face of the pork stall owner, Chen Yongren didn't let go, and said with a faint smile, "It's okay if I don't sell it, then can I have a look?"

Looking at the smile on Chen Yongren's face, and the two policemen behind him, the pork stall owner thought for a while, then withdrew his hand and nodded: "Of course it's no problem."

"Thank you."

As soon as Chen Yongren took the knife in his hand, his first feeling was that it was heavy, and it was unusually heavy.

Not only that, this knife is different from ordinary kitchen knives.Not only is it cold to touch, but also the blade has a wide face and a thick blade.

For some reason, holding this knife, Chen Yongren felt that the ground he was holding was a small iceberg.

Of course, the reason why Chen Yongren set his sights on this knife.

That's because there's something special about this knife, and not just that.

Chen Yongren sniffed his nose and confirmed a smell that he was particularly familiar with.However, from the beginning to the end, the smile on his face did not change at all.

He weighed it casually, and then swung it randomly in the air a few times. Chen Yongren looked at the owner of the pork stall and asked, "This knife is not simple. Can you tell me what it is made of?"

The owner of the pork stall did not hide anything, and simply replied: "This knife is handed down from my ancestors. According to what my grandfather and my father told me, it is made of Tianshan cold iron. It is very heavy and weighs seven to four. Nine catties 16 twenty-four ounces."

"Cut," just as the pork stall owner finished speaking, Li Fengyi shook her head disdainfully: "You men, you know how to lie to women all day long. Just such a broken knife, is it that heavy?"

The pork stall looked at Li Fengyi and said seriously: "Ada, you can insult my morals, but you can't insult my knives."

"Humph!"

Looking at the disdainful Li Fengyi, Chen Yongren smiled, and passed the knife in his hand: "He didn't lie, if you don't believe me, try it and you'll know."

"Ah!" As soon as the knife was in his hand, Li Fengyi felt that the pork knife in his hand was cold and heavy. Before he had time to react, he instinctively let go, and the knife immediately fell to the ground.

Chapter 3 "My name is Ling Lingqi" "That knife killed people"

Chen Yongren was well prepared, quickly reached out, and firmly grasped the handle of the knife.

The pork stall owner who was about to make a move narrowed his eyes slightly when he saw Chen Yongren's hand speed.

This guy's hand speed doesn't seem to be slower than him.

Looking at Chen Yongren's handsome face, the pork stall owner nodded.

Sure enough, these handsome little white faces are not good things. There must be countless forests and streams for him to swim and practice.

"This, this knife," Li Fengyi looked at the pork knife in Chen Yongren's hand with some surprise.

"Try it too, be careful." Chen Yongren handed the pork knife to He Jiaan who was eager to try, and then said to Li Fengyi: "So, don't jump to conclusions without understanding. Otherwise, it will be easy At a disadvantage."

"Yes, sir." Although Chen Yongren has just joined O's office, Li Fengyi is not comparable to him regardless of his rank or the degree to which he is valued by his boss.

Moreover, Chen Yongren's words were indeed well intentioned, so Li Fengyi accepted them very seriously.

Looking at the man who had been staring at the pork knife, Chen Yongren asked with a smile: "This gentleman, what's your name?"

The pork stall owner was silent for a moment, and looked away from the pork knife in He Jiaan's hand.Looking at Chen Yongren, he replied, "Chen sir, my name is Ling Lingqi."

To Ling Lingqi's surprise, Chen Yongren touched his ears, but he didn't seem to hear clearly: "Lingling what?"

"Ling Lingqi." Ling Lingqi explained again.

"What Lingqi?" Chen Yongren turned his head sideways, his ears moved.

Seeing Chen Yongren's attitude, He Jiaan and Li Fengyi looked at each other, knowing that their Sir Chen was teasing others again.

"Ling Lingqi!" Naturally, Ling Lingqi also sensed that Chen Yongren was playing with him, but unfortunately, the form was better than the person, so he had no choice but to cooperate.

"What kind of paint is Ling?"