lanterns illuminate rivers and mountains

Outside the airport, four shiny black BMWs parked on the side of the road together, immediately attracting the attention of pedestrians around.

The men in suits in several cars got out of the car and waited for them. The driver of the second car opened the door respectfully and stood on the side of the road with his head bowed. Only then did he see an old Japanese woman in plain kimono, about 30 years old. A tall man wearing sunglasses, surrounded by a circle of entourage, walked down the airport flyover quickly.

The old woman's make-up was extremely solemn and meticulous, and her hair was combed meticulously.It's just that his face is stern, his lips are tightly pursed, and the corners of his eyes look a little slumped, which is extraordinarily aggressive.

In contrast, although the man wearing sunglasses is unsmiling, he only makes people feel majestic and calm.He is quite tall and straight among Asians, with broad shoulders and a very straight back, as if he has been practicing for many years, and he exudes a majestic aura from his bones.

A group of people hurried into the car, and the driver asked for instructions: "Madame Shandi, Master Kurosawa, should we go to the hotel to pack our luggage first, or go to the hospital first?"

The old lady finally moved the corners of her tightly pursed lips and said, "Go to the hospital!"

The man surnamed Heize said indifferently: "Let's go to the hotel first."

Anxiety was inevitably mixed in the old lady's tone: "What are you talking about? Ah Chong hasn't woken up until now, but he is your cousin!"

The driver took a sneak peek from the rearview mirror, only to see that Kurosawa raised his head slightly and closed his eyes to rest, turning a deaf ear.

He hesitated for a moment, then stepped on the accelerator.

——It is the direction to the hotel.

A group of people first went to the hotel to put away their luggage, and after the arrangement was completed, they set off from the hotel to the hospital.

At this time, Kuisawa had already divided the car with the old lady, moved into the first car, and asked his assistant, "Before Shandi Chong came to Dalian, did you go to Lushun?"

He would ask such questions, and he had obviously found out everything that happened that night in the underground boxing match.

The assistant said affirmatively: "No, Master Shandi has never left downtown Dalian, let alone contacted local gangsters. Master has very limited contact with people in China. We have checked the list, and there is no one with the surname Ye at all."

Kurosawa pondered for a while and asked, "Is there really a Ye family in Lushun?"

"This... I'm already looking into it. There must be quite a few people with the surname Ye, but I have never heard of the famous martial arts family named Ye, let alone the youngest son of the Ye family..."

Kurosawa remained silent, with no expression on his knife-like tough side face, making it more and more difficult to guess.

The assistant said cautiously: "According to Mr. Dongxiang, the murderer claimed to avenge his family '110 two years ago'. 110 two years ago...could it be insanity? If it was a mental patient who committed the crime, it would be easy to understand..."

"A mental patient commits a murder, can he severely injure Dongxiang Jingnan, an eighth-degree black belt in karate, in the ring? Can he poke Shan Di Takashi into a severe coma for two days with a light poke of his finger in full view of the public?"

The assistant didn't dare to speak, and Kurosawa sneered.

"What kind of mental patients are you talking about? It's clear that the Shandi family has provoked a fierce god that can't be provoked, and they have come all the way to seek their lives!"

The old lady could barely hold on to her aristocratic demeanor on the road, but when she saw her unconscious son in the hospital, she couldn't hold on immediately.

In just two days, Takashi Shandi seemed to be a different person.His face was pale, his eyelids were red, swollen and bleeding, and his cheeks were abnormally gray. He was wearing a respirator because he couldn't breathe on his own. At first glance, he looked like a vegetable who had slept for ten or eight years.

The strange thing is that no matter how the doctor checks, they can't find out what's wrong with this young master - his heartbeat is slow, his liver and gallbladder are weakened, and his heart and chest vessels are ruptured in a large area. It is reasonable to say that the chest should have suffered a heavy blow, but the chest bones are not All good, no cracks at all.

Could it be that someone "beating a cow across a mountain" didn't hurt his bones, but smashed his internal organs through the bones?

How is this possible? It's not magic!

The old woman was sitting by the bed, holding her son tremblingly, and after a while she yelled tragically in Japanese: "Achong!"

All the subordinates stood aside quietly, and the doctor didn't even dare to breathe.

Kurosawa sat on one side with a cold face, one slender leg resting on the other.

The old lady sobbed for a while, then turned her head and said hoarsely: "A Chuan, what do you think is going on?!"

Then Kurosawagawa lazily stood up, stretched out his hand to push the old lady away, and unbuttoned Takashi Yamaji's chest.

On his chest half an inch below the xiphoid process, there was a finger-sized dot that was slightly blackened, as if he had been hit by something, leaving a bruise.

Kurosawa asked the doctor: "It was there when it was delivered the day before yesterday?"

The doctor hurriedly said: "When the ambulance arrived, there was nothing unusual. When I was admitted to the hospital, I found a slight bruise, but it didn't turn black. This black spot was only discovered this morning. We suspected subcutaneous bruises..."

"Jiuwei point." Heize interrupted him, saying: "The collateral point of the Renmai, one of the 36 death points in the human body, if a master touches it, it can cause the abdominal wall to vibrate, the liver and gallbladder to shrink, the veins to rupture, and the heart to stagnate - if no one is there. Relieving the acupoints will surely lead to death."

The doctor seems to have heard some big joke: "——ah?!"

The old lady didn't smile, her face suddenly panicked - that kind of aristocratic etiquette can't hide the panic and panic in her bones.

"You should have heard, Mrs. Mountain, your great-grandfather's father was killed on the battlefield in this way. He was not killed by a bayonet or a bullet, but was killed instantly with a single finger on the Tianling Cap. And I remember that the old man of the Shandi family also died in Lushun, China, what a coincidence."

Mrs. Shandi's expression turned extremely ugly, and she asked coldly after a while: "Is this the legendary acupuncture? You must have a way, Kurosawagawa! If it's someone else, it's fine, if it's you—"

Kurosawa stood beside the hospital bed, condescendingly looking down at Takashi Shanji who looked haggard, with an unpredictable expression on his face.

The old lady's pupils tightened slightly.

She knew that Kurosawagawa was nominally the son of the eldest daughter of the Shandi family and the cousin of Takashi Yamadi; but in fact, his mother severed ties with her natal family 30 years ago.

Although this man's surname is Kurosawa, he actually has no blood relationship with the Kurosawa family—he is even only half of Japanese blood.

The reason why this man was able to ascend to the throne back then was because several cousins ​​before him died inexplicably; one year after he ascended to the throne, several cousins ​​also became inexplicably disabled.Kurosawagawa is extremely meticulous in his work, so far there is no evidence to prove that the "accident" of his cousins ​​has anything to do with him.

Such a person, can you expect him to work tirelessly to heal his cousin like a warm-hearted and kind cousin?

The old lady stared closely at Kurosawagawa, moved her mouth, and was about to say something when Kurosawa raised her hand to block it.

"Resolving acupoints is a million times more difficult than tapping them, but I will try."

The old lady pursed her lips, and severe wrinkles appeared on the corners of her lips again: "What conditions do you have?"

"Saving my cousin's life, what are the conditions?" Kurosawa smiled lightly, but the cold light in his eyes was as cold as a blade, "—but Ah Chong was injured, the Shandi family must not have the energy to deal with other things. No way , I had no choice but to let me stand up for my relatives and personally investigate the murderer who seriously injured Ah Chong."

The distinguished guest of the Japanese mountain family stayed in the hospital for the whole morning, and it was meal time when he came out.The old lady was preoccupied and was served to eat, but Kurosawa went directly to the city center by car.

The driver couldn't help but peek at him from the rearview mirror, and saw that he looked a lot more tired than when he went to the hospital, with thin cold sweat on his forehead, and his face was even a little gray.

But his expression was more gloomy and indifferent than usual, which made people tremble with fear.

The car stopped at the entrance of the bar where the accident happened in the city center, and his subordinates respectfully opened the door. Hei Ze strode into the hall, and saw that the inside was deserted and deserted. Everywhere.

Only the owner of the bar and the welcome lady were detained in the middle of the encirclement, and both of them were trembling with fear.

As soon as Heize entered the door, the assistant walked over quickly, bowed and said: "I have already asked. The distance in the ring was too far that day, and no one could see the murderer clearly. The only person who talked to the murderer at close range was the one who greeted the murderer." Bin's woman. According to her, that person looks like a middle school student, maybe only a teenager..."

Speaking of this, the assistant's expression was a little weird: "Uh, and she's very thin and dressed in tatters... According to her description, I got someone to draw a portrait."

The person next to him handed over a drawing, and there was a boy drawn on it, about fifteen or sixteen years old, with a thin figure and messy hair.His facial features have the gender-neutral handsomeness of a teenager, but his eyebrows are straight, his nose is straight, and his eyes are very sharp, which seems to be condescending and inviolable.

Kurosawa has many talented people under him, and this portrait looks at least [-]% to [-]% similar to Ye Zhen himself.

"This kind of kid who can break his neck with one hand is really the one who defeated Mr. Dongxiang. Mr. Dongxiang is a well-known master in China! Mr. Kurosawa, forgive me, I really can't believe it..."

"Chinese Kung Fu is very mysterious." Kurosawa said flatly, "Although in recent decades, in the world of fighting with strong fighters, the so-called Chinese Kung Fu has become a joke, anyone can step on it One foot—but as the saying goes, 'real people don't show their faces', China is so big and has such a large population, you never know if there are hidden 'real people' who don't show their faces in this vast country."

His fingers gently caressed Ye Zhen's face in the portrait, as if caressing something dear.

The assistant looked at his expression and shuddered, "The Shandi family already hates this person to the core, if we catch him, do we need to..."

He made a gesture to wipe his neck.

"Assassinate him?" Kurosawa's lips showed a cold arc, "No, this kind of talented and powerful man can only die in a one-on-one fair confrontation, and can only die by my hands."

He folded the portrait, put it in the inner pocket of his suit, and said lightly: "Go to all the martial arts gyms and martial arts schools in this city to search for the boy's traces, and ask the local gangsters, no matter what method you use! This is so special. Unless he fell from the sky, it is impossible for a person to leave no trace!"

All the subordinates immediately stood up and bowed ninety degrees: "Yes!"

Ye Shisan, who "fell from the sky", got up at six o'clock in the morning for a morning run, punched, and went home for dinner at seven o'clock refreshed. When he passed by the bathroom, he saw a man with his upper body naked, leaning over the sink to wash his face. He yelled, "Mom!"

Xuan Lin didn't raise her head: "Your mother is in the living room!"

Ye Zhen said: "Oh, thank you uncle."

"Call me dad! Ye Shisan! Do you want to be beaten? Your mother was still crying under me last night, begging for mercy and calling her husband..."

Ye Shisan elementary school student selectively ignored the pornographic content, went to the living room and saw that Long Jiwei was sitting at the dining table and making a phone call: "Okay, stop nagging, brother is doing well in Dalian, give me some time when you have time." Send me some special tea... If the surname Han bullies you, you must remember to tell brother, brother will help you kill him... Laolong is very good and I am also very good, but our son's education will cost a little God... Alright Chu Ci, remind Han Yue not to forget to register our son's household registration, and he still has to study. Let's not talk about it, we are here for breakfast."

A worried voice came from the phone: "I cook and eat at home, you didn't go down to buy breakfast, be careful to eat a mouthful of waste oil."

"..." Long Jiwei asked: "Comrade Chu Ci, are you looking for a fight?"

Ye Zhen sat next to Long Jiwei, grabbed a deep-fried dough stick and soaked it in soy milk, his mouth was full of oil.

Long Jiwei dropped the phone, touched Ye Zhen's head and said, "Hurry up and eat, let Xuanlin take you to school after eating."

Ye Zhen nodded obediently, and asked again: "What is waste oil?"

"One of the inventions in the history of human evolution."

"What is an account?"

"Proof of residence."

Seeing that Ye Zhen was about to open his mouth again, Long Jiwei immediately said decisively: "You are not allowed to ask questions, little student Ye Shisan! Don't talk so much about children, do you want to be beaten!"

Ye Zhen said: "I promise it's the last question, Mom. Uncle Xuanlin said you called him husband last night, is that true?"

Long Jiwei: "..."

Long Jiwei kicked open the bathroom door, and after a while, Xuanlin's ghostly begging for mercy came out: "My wife, I was wrong! I was wrong! I was just saying it in passing! Ouch, don't start!"

Little classmate Ye Zhen won.

Anyone who threatens to beat Ye Zhenxiao will be beaten in the end.

...Brackets, except Long Jiwei, brackets.