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Chapter 179 The deceased was not injured, right? 【12, please subscribe】

It takes five minutes to eat fried soul slough, but it takes a whole day to refine it.

It was already night when Qin Yuan returned to the dormitory.

As soon as he saw Qin Yuan, Ye Shaobei came up and gave Qin Yuan a big bear hug.

Afterwards, Ye Shaobei said beamingly: Qin Yuan, you are indeed a lucky man! I was worried that you would be retaliated by Yuan's father and son, but in the end, both Yuan's father and son died! Now that several of his masters have returned to Jinmen, Now the port of Jinmen has become a mess!

Father and son of the Yuan family are dead? Qin Yuan feigned surprise at the right time.

Ye Shaobei nodded again and again: Yes, why don't you say that you are the Son of Destiny who is full of luck!

After chatting for a few more words, Qin Yuan realized that Ye Shaobei was alone in the dormitory, so he couldn't help but ask, Where's Li Yunye?

Him? He reserved a secret technique training room for a month, and he probably won't be in the dormitory for a month. Ye Shaobei curled his lips, and then said a little lonely, I'm so envious of you all, my current comprehensive evaluation score is three in a row. I can't afford the secret training room all over the world, those tasks are hard and tiring!

well!

Qin Yuan, tell me, why do you have to set an upper limit on spending money?

This question stumped Qin Yuan.

Ye Shaobei sighed, and showed a little expression on his face: I have spent a lot of effort now, and my vitality has finally reached 90 points. Seeing that I am not far away from Lianpi, I can finally catch up with everyone progress.

Seriously, if my dad saw me working so hard, wouldn't he reward me with a villa in Yujing? Add another supercar?

correct. Qin Yuan, how much vitality do you have now? Are you already training your bones?

Hearing Ye Shaobei's question, Qin Yuan didn't answer directly, he was afraid that the fresh glow in Ye Shaobei's eyes would disappear.

Qin Yuan changed the subject with a casual sentence.

After talking to Ye Shaobei a few more words, Qin Yuan returned to his room.

In this spacious room, Qin Yuan took out a grip ball from the storage bag.

Raise your hand slightly.

Boom!

Qin Yuan didn't even use much force, the ball exploded into powder in an instant.

Is this the power of 1800+ vitality?

Qin Yuan's eyes were filled with surprise.

The vitality of Qin Yuan now is 180 times that of an ordinary adult.

Calculated using another world-wide universal measurement unit for supernatural power, the American Team, Qin Yuan is now equivalent to 45 American teams.

Qin Yuan was not in a hurry to eat the Heavenly Demon Soul Slough of Takimiya Katsuto, and planned to eat it in the very private secret technique training room to see if there was any miraculous effect.

Turning on the computer, Qin Yuan glanced at his own homepage, then entered a string of mysterious codes in the URL, and started surfing the Internet today.

the next day.

Qin Yuan had just arrived at the secret technique training room when he saw two police officers.

Hello, student Qin Yuan, we are from the No. 7 Serious Case Team of the Metropolitan Police Department. Because there are two cases here, we need to conduct a simple routine interview with you. Please cooperate with me, classmate.

The two police officers were very friendly.

Qin Yuan was greatly surprised, but his face was full of astonishment.

Excuse me, have you ever had a conflict with Murong Yuanying? One police officer started to ask, while the other turned on the law enforcement recorder.

Qin Yuan said: It's not a conflict, it's just that he came to our Yujing University to exchange martial arts, and I defeated him.

The policeman nodded, and then asked after a simple record: Also, we have recorded that on September 22, you stopped a Ferrari 488 with the license plate Gu E2B222, and had an altercation with its owner, Yuan Maocheng. There was a physical altercation, yes?

At that time, I saw this car being towed by the traffic policeman, and I called the traffic policeman a cute policeman, so I stepped forward to do justice. Qin Yuan nodded, speaking as strictly as possible.

The police officer recorded again, and then said: That night, someone saw you and Yuan Maocheng appearing together at the Comos + bar. Is this true?

Yes, at that time my roommate Ye Shaobei was afraid that the conflict between me and Yuan Maocheng would lead to an escalation of the conflict, so he invited a few friends to make peace with us, and we did expose the matter. Qin Yuan said.

The police officer recorded again.

But Qin Yuan knew why and asked: What's wrong with Yuan Maocheng? I've been obsessed with cultivation these days, and I don't hear anything outside the window.

The policeman said helplessly, Yuan Maocheng is already dead.

The police officer holding the law enforcement recorder also sighed and said, It's not just Yuan Maocheng. On the night of September 22, Yuan Maocheng and his father were killed in the villa at home?

At this moment, a faint voice sounded, with a little concern: The deceased? The deceased was not injured, right?

... The two police officers were a little confused. The deceased was not injured. What the hell kind of problem is this?

Seeing the middle-aged woman who suddenly appeared, Qin Yuan greeted him respectfully.

Meng Jimei glanced at Qin Yuan and said, Student Qin Yuan, you have already wasted five minutes of the time you reserved for the secret training room. I hope you don't waste any more.

Qin Yuan glanced at the two policemen, and the two policemen immediately said: We have finished asking, Qin Yuan, you should go to practice.

Qin Yuan walked towards the secret technique training room.

Professor Meng, hello! The two police officers bowed deeply to Meng Jimei. They already knew the identity of the middle-aged woman from the old man in Chaoyang.

Meng Jimei glanced at the two of them: What kind of professor am I? I don't deserve it! Call me Officer Meng!

Professor Meng, you are joking. You are highly respected. First, you tore off the face of Prime Minister Fusang, so that his hypocrisy had no place to rest. Later, you drove away the foreign students who vainly invaded China's student resources. If all the professors in the world are like you In this way, why should I be unhappy in Huaxia! The police officer who is good at fishing obviously has seen the world, and what he said not only made Meng Jimei smile, but even the colleague next to him was stunned.

Meng Jimei looked at the policeman with a smile, and said, Very well, what's your name?

My name is Bian Chenggang, Second Inspector of the Metropolitan Police Department.

I remember you. If you have something to do in the future, please give me your name. If my name doesn't work, just call me! Let me see who disrespects me so much! Meng Jimei left her words and continued to knit a sweater at the appointment place.

Bian Cheng just glanced at the phone number of the reservation office, and silently saved the number on the phone.

The two walked out of Yujing University and just got into the police car.

A strange look suddenly appeared on Bian Chenggang's face, and he said, The deceased was not injured, right?

The colleague looked confused, and asked in confusion: What's wrong with you? Why are you imitating Professor Meng's nonsensical words?

At that time, I said that Yuan Maocheng was the deceased, and Professor Meng Jimei asked if the deceased was not injured? This sentence sounds strange, but the fact is that Yuan Maocheng was not injured! Professor Meng, does she know something?

Following Bian Chenggang's words, the colleague's face gradually became serious.