A Hong Kong drama that started with zombies

Chapter 184 God of Cookery Barbecued Pork Bun

Liao sir's greatest goal, loyalty and righteousness, is gone, but he has not been idle.

The arrest of Lian Haolong is not the end. The investigation and evidence collection and interrogation work will take at least one year, and even the sentencing is not really the end.

For a person like Lian Haolong, even if he is in a prison, he still has a way to remotely command criminal activities outside the prison.

During the interrogation of Lian Haolong and Zhongxinyi related personnel, a related case caught Liao Sir's attention.

"This is Zheng's barbecued pork bun shop?"

Sir Liao sat in the car and asked.

Ah Hao who was next to him replied: "Yes, boss, but the current boss is not the suspect Zheng Ling's family, but a man surnamed Huang. He said that he spent 18 yuan to buy Zheng Ling's shop, but the ownership has not been transferred. And We did not find any records of Zheng Ling's family leaving the island, and after we found out that Zheng Ling was involved in the Zhongxinyi case, we felt that Zheng Ling probably left by smuggling, or was silenced by someone sent by Lian Haolong."

Liao sir pondered.

Zheng Ling was a loyal person before, and based on the confessions of those loyal members who have confessed, it can be basically confirmed that Zheng Ling is a key witness, and it is very likely that he has key physical evidence in his hands.

If Zheng Ling can be found, it will be very useful to increase the sentence for Lian Haolong and others.

Even Lian Haolong can remotely control his subordinates outside the prison, but as long as the sentence reaches a certain limit, no one will listen to Lian Haolong's words, because Lian Haolong cannot come out.

"Lian Haolong won't kill Zheng Ling, because there are many people who helped Zheng Ling before. If Lian Haolong killed his own people so easily to silence him, who would help him?" Liao sir said: "That's why we have to find out about this surnamed Huang. Only when we find Zheng Ling can we crucify Lian Haolong and the others."

"Okay boss." Ah Hao hesitated, "Then how do I ask when I get out of the car?"

Sir Liao laughed.

"Aren't you very aggressive before? Why have you become like this now?"

Ah Hao replied embarrassingly: "Before I was young and ignorant, if it weren't for Mr. Xiao... Cough, if Xiao Zhang reminded me, I might be dead now, and I would become a useless person if I didn't die, so I should be more cautious in the future."

Sir Liao nodded in satisfaction, and said: "Xiao Zhang saved your life, you can continue to call him Mr. Xiao, this has nothing to do with his identity or what he has done. But if there is conclusive evidence of his crime, You can't show mercy to him because of this, understand?"

"I know Sir Liao, don't worry about this, if one day he really commits a crime, I will definitely arrest him with my own hands."

Ah Hao made a promise.

But Sir Liao didn't believe it at all, let alone a young policeman like Ah Hao, even a senior inspector like him who was about to be promoted would not dare to say that he had personally captured Xiao Zhang.

There is actually a lot of water in the battle of one enemy against a thousand. Weapons are one aspect, and hitting people and disappearing is another aspect.

But now in Xiangjiang's underground world and the police circle, there is a saying that Xiao Zhang is the most capable and daring to fight in Xiangjiang.

It's not that there are people who can fight better than Xiaozhang, not to mention the few powerful masters, there must be people who can fight better than Xiaozhang in Longhumen, which has a complete inheritance of internal energy, but none of these people dare to fight like Xiaozhang.

"Okay, you go over and ask him, just pay attention to the wording, don't let him think too much." Liao sir pondered: "Because I think Zheng Ling may have died in his hands, 18 is the best deal The store...is too cheap."

Ah Hao was stunned for a moment, and asked, "You mean the surname Huang?"

Liao sir has a lot of experience, and said with a smile: "Maybe he doesn't believe in Huang at all?"

Ah Hao nodded half understanding, got off the car and entered the restaurant.

Because it was close to the meal time in the evening, there were quite a lot of people in the restaurant, but it must be the culinary skills of this restaurant that could fill up more than a dozen tables.

As soon as he walked in, Ah Hao smelled a tangy aroma, and his stomach started to growl since he hadn't eaten dinner.

"Boss, here are two baskets of barbecued pork buns."

Ah Hao, who was wearing plain clothes, was like an ordinary customer when he arrived at the bar, ordering food and at the same time looking at the guests in the restaurant.

Most of them are older, and they seem to be neighbors in the neighborhood.

"Pack it up or take it away?"

The waiter at the bar asked impatiently.

"kindness?"

Ah Hao was stunned for a moment.

"Is there a difference?"

"Of course I have. If you pack it, I don't need to clean it up. If you take it away and eat it, I'll get you the barbecued pork bun."

Is business so capricious?
Ah Hao looked at the average-looking waitress, and said with a dark face, "I want to eat here, please find me a seat quickly."

"Cut..." The waiter rolled his eyes, turned his head and shouted to the back window, "Are there any more pork buns?"

Inside the window behind the bar is the kitchen, where a bald middle-aged man is chopping meat on a chopping board.

"Also, come in and get it yourself, I'm so exhausted that I don't want to move."

"Aren't I tired if you're tired?" The waiter said relentlessly, but he left the bar very honestly and walked into the kitchen. I thought you were a chef, it’s not the boss’ secret recipe.”

Hearing this, Ah Hao was sure that the bald middle-aged man inside was not his target.

In this era, whether it is photos or fingerprints, the archiving methods are very simple. For a police officer like Ah Hao, it is very easy to retrieve the archives, but it is very troublesome to compare them.

Use fingerprints to make transparent templates, and then put them on the light box for comparison one by one.

If you don't know whether the fingerprint owner is male or female, you even need to compare the fingerprints of all the people in Xiangjiang one by one. The same is true for photos, the difference is that you can directly distinguish them with the naked eye.

So it's normal for Ah Hao not to know the appearance of the boss surnamed Huang.

While waiting for the barbecued pork buns, Ah Hao saw an empty seat and hurried over to grab it.

An old man who was also waiting for a seat cursed directly.

"Young people don't know how to respect the old and love the young at all. Sooner or later, they will be hit by a car when they go out."

Ah Hao also replied directly without showing any weakness: "When you get older, you should stay at home honestly, and be careful not to be bitten to death by wild dogs when you go out wandering around."

That is to say, it is in Xiangjiang, and it is in this era, otherwise Ah Hao's rebuttal would be three to fifty thousand.

When the old man saw Ah Hao being so arrogant, he thought Ah Hao was a young and Dangerous boy, so he became honest and ran to the side to stay.

Ah Hao, who was getting more and more hungry smelling the scent, also took the opportunity to chat with the guests next to him.

"Abbot, I remember that the owner of this store was named Zheng. The whole family looked after the store. Why didn't I see any of them today?"

"How do I know? I came here because I heard that the pork buns here are delicious. It's the first time I'm here today. You should ask someone else."

This kind of tactful refusal explained the disadvantages of being arrogant like a young and Dangerous boy just now.

Ah Hao didn't mind either, and continued to ask other guests.

"I haven't seen Lao Zheng for several months. It is said that his family has gone abroad. This shop was given to ground squirrels. I was surprised. Lao Zheng's buns are not as delicious as ground squirrels. The previous business was not so good, how did you save so much money and the family of seven all immigrated abroad?"

Ah Hao frowned.

There are quite a few people immigrating to Xiangjiang these years. It is difficult to say the specific reasons, but most of these people will regret it in the future.

But those who can immigrate are rich people, no matter how good the business of a bun shop is, it is difficult to support a family of seven to immigrate, and Ah Hao also knows that Zheng Ling's shop has only been in business for three or four years.

"Is the chinchilla the new boss here? Why is the name so strange?"

"Yeah, he's not called a chinchilla, but we think he has wicked eyebrows and mouse eyes, and his hands and feet are often dirty when playing mahjong, so we call him a chinchilla."

"Then why not a weasel?"

"Wolf? Is he worthy? The last time I played mahjong with me and stole cards, I was caught. Hmph, if I were ten years younger, I would definitely cut off his hand."

"Then you still come here to eat barbecued pork buns."

"Because it's delicious. Tsk, I don't know what the recipe of this ground squirrel is. How can it be so delicious?"

Is it so delicious?

Just in time, the waiter brought over his two baskets of barbecued pork buns.

He took out one and took a bite, Ah Hao's eyes lit up.

It is simply peerless delicacy, as if the taste buds are completely exploded, making Ah Hao feel like floating in the clouds, and the taste from the tip of his tongue seeps into his limbs and bones, and his whole body becomes warmer.

"delicious."

Ah Hao yelled, and then began to swallow, and even forgot his main task today.

The guests next to him all looked surprised, and continued to eat the char siew buns or other food in front of them.

"I heard that the barbecued pork buns here are delicious? Someone else called it God of Cookery BBQ pork buns. Have I agreed?"

An arrogant voice suddenly sounded, causing everyone in the hotel lobby to turn their heads and look over.

The same is true for Ah Hao, who is addicted to food, and then he was shocked.

"Stephen Zhou? The God of Cookery is here to play?"

(End of this chapter)