Hong Kong Island King Fried

Chapter 29 Art of the Bone Art Exhibition

"Brother Jun, thank you so much this time!"

In the yoga room of the police gym, Zhou Xingxing thanked Lin Jiajun in a sincere tone,

Just now Madam made it clear that he was really angry, so he deliberately ignored him.

The traffic policeman broke the leg of the inspector of the headquarters by driving. This kind of plot is indeed exaggerated. It may not appear in the nonsensical style movies made by his classmate Stephen Zhou in the wireless training class recently, making West Kowloon a laughingstock. .

After thanking Lin Jiajun, he muttered in distress: "I wonder if getting into such a big trouble this time will affect his career?"

"Don't worry, it won't happen." Lin Jiajun patted him on the shoulder and said comfortingly, "Based on your current police rank, there is no such thing as an official career."

Zhou Xingxing: "..."

"That's right, at worst, when this case is over, inspector Lu will drive over you once, and everyone will be even." Fei Bo snorted coldly.

Zhou Xingxing did not speak,

Supervisor Lu drove a car, a Toyota Land Cruiser taller than a person.

"Okay, let's not talk about this. Ah Xing, hurry up and explain the situation." Lin Jiajun said.

Zhou Xingxing nodded hastily: "I know, it's probably the same as the ones in your documents. Also, Inspector Lu said that this may be related to martial arts disputes. You can ask Xia Houwu, a former police martial arts instructor, for help."

"Martial arts disputes? Damn! Do you want to be so exaggerated?"

Fei Bo rubbed his belly, and said jokingly, "Will there be a golden lion king? Also, I know that Xia Houwu, who killed him by mistake and is now in prison in Stanley, what can he do?"

Lin Jiajun thought about it, this matter is not that simple.

Sealing Yuxiu to death is worthless, the reward for living is high, and you have to catch it by yourself. The short mission description actually reveals a lot of information.

As for now, the top priority is not to find Xia Houwu, but to seize the time to rescue those 'martial arts masters' who were killed by Feng Yuxiu in the original plot.

These people all have walking experience points.

"Assuming this is indeed a dispute in the martial arts world, this shark, En, used to be an underground boxing champion... Well, Ah Xing, you used to be in the Flying Tigers, and Xia Houwu seems to have been your fighting instructor? Did he ever say, About the sequence of martial arts?"

"order?"

Zhou Xingxing thought for a while, "Yes! He said that when practicing martial arts, you should punch first and then grab with your legs. The weapons are five in one. What does it matter? Brother Jun, do you mean that the killer challenges the boxing champion first, Next, do you want to challenge the masters who practice legs and grasp weapons? Hit them one by one?"

This time Zhou Xingxing had a good assist, Lin Jiajun nodded, shook the information bag in his hand,
"At the scene of Shark En's death, neither the money nor the car was lost, which means that he was not asking for money. According to what you saw at the scene, Ah Xing, the opponent was indeed a martial arts contest, so I don't think this possibility can be ruled out."

"Damn it, what is this person going to do? Is he going to be the leader of the martial arts? What era is this, how can there be such a person?"

Feibo's doubts are normal, because Lin Jiajun's speculation is indeed not in line with normal logic.

Strictly speaking, on the face of it, pure speculation.

However, he couldn't find another plan at the moment. If he guessed correctly, he might be able to find the murderer by following this idea.When the police handle a case, they don't always see the result from the beginning, they just rely on guesswork.

"The point is, which one is a good leg trainer?" Fei Bo asked.

"Look up the records of fighting competitions in recent years, and you should be able to find the relevant people." Lin Jiajun said.

……

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After two hours,

Kowloon Museum of Art.

"Tan Jingyao's Skeletal Abstract Art Exhibition?"

Looking at a super big one in the exhibition hall, which looks like a dinosaur, but also looks like a mutated human corpse, Zhou Xingxing said strangely: "I really don't understand how a master of martial arts can suddenly become an artist?"

After checking the files, they finally identified a leg master from the list of winners of fighting competitions held on Hong Kong Island in recent years.

Now he is a newly promoted young artist in Hong Kong Island, named Tan Jingyao.

It was also hard for Fei Bo to believe that an artist who was an artist turned out to be a hidden master?

"That's not necessarily the case. Who would have thought that this brother dressed as a mummy in front of him was once the number one killer of the Flying Tigers? You can't judge by appearance." Lin Jiajun said.

"But speaking of it, the way you dress up, Ah Xing, actually matches the skeleton art exhibition here." Fei Bo said with a smile.

"Three, are you here to see the exhibition?"

A voice came from behind, and a mustache dressed in linen clothes and an artist's appearance appeared, smiling at the three of them very gracefully.

Fei Bo looked at the huge portrait of Tan Jingyao hanging on the side of the exhibition hall, and then at the mustache.

"You are Tan Jingyao?"

"It's my lord." Tan Jingrao smiled slightly, "However, the exhibition has not officially started today, and I still need to modify it. If you are interested, why not come back tomorrow?"

Lin Jiajun directly took out his police officer's card, hung it around his neck, and said straight to the point: "Mr. Tan, I came to see you today not for the exhibition, but for your safety."

The smile on Tan Jingyao's face froze, and she asked puzzledly, "What do you mean, I don't understand? How can I be in danger?"

"Mr. Tan, have you ever won the Hong Kong Island Free Fighting Championship twice before, and you are known for your sharp kicks?" Fei Bo asked.

Tan Jingyao didn't mean to deny it, and nodded directly: "Indeed, I have practiced kung fu before, and my reputation is a bit false, but I have long been out of the martial arts world. How can I be in danger?"

"Mr. Tan, it's like this. There was a murder case yesterday..."

Fei Boyan told Tan Jingyao what happened in a concise and concise manner, saying: "In short, we judge that the next person he is looking for is you. The art exhibition is too eye-catching. I hope you can pause it, or delay it, and hide for a while. If you If necessary, our police can provide a location.”

"Sorry, I can't do it!"

Tan Jingyao refused without even thinking, and said sternly: "I have been preparing for this art exhibition for more than half a year, and have spent hundreds of thousands and countless efforts on it. Just based on your baseless speculation. , we have to stop it? Absolutely not!"

"Mr. Tan, it's not a suspension, it's a delay, and we'll do it later." Fei Bo explained.

"What's the difference? The Kowloon Museum of Art is fully booked. If I delay and miss this time, I don't know when I will be able to arrive at the venue next time. Besides, I can't because of your unfounded several In a word, will you disrupt all my arrangements during this time?" Tan Jingyao said.

"Mr. Tan, you are really brave. What is more important, your life or the exhibition?"

Zhou Xingxing shook his body wrapped in many gauzes, and said: "You can tell by looking at me. To tell you the truth, I used to be a master, but just because I took one more look at the scene of the crime, I was beaten." With such a ghostly appearance, if you insist on holding an exhibition, you will definitely die a miserable death."

Tan Jingyao looked Zhou Xingxing up and down and smiled.
"Mr. Mummy, even if someone from the world really challenges me, although I have not been in the martial arts world for many years, I am not a master, but I still have the most basic ability to protect myself."

"Hey, if you say that, you don't believe in my strength? Do you know that I used to be in the Flying Tigers, it was..."

Before the words were finished, Tan Jingrao suddenly jumped up on the spot, and kicked three consecutive kicks in mid-air,
These three legs are crisp and sharp, full of strength, and beautiful posture, they can be used to make martial arts movies.

Immediately after turning over and landing, the cloth shoes barely stopped two or three centimeters in front of the tip of Zhou Xingxing's nose.
The strong leg wind blows Zhou Xingxing's hair back.

The picture was frozen for a few seconds before Tan Jingyao retracted his legs.
He laughed again, and raised his chin confidently.

The implication is obvious, if you can't beat it, it doesn't mean I can't beat it.

"Mr. Tan, your kung fu is indeed powerful, but I don't know how it compares to Mai Rongen. You are both from the martial arts world, so you should be famous for each other?" Fei Bo said.

"Mai Rongen, I know each other, but we are on different roads, we have not seen each other for a long time, what's wrong with him?" Tan Jingyao asked.

Fei Bo stared at him, and said word by word: "Boxing champion Mai Rongen, within a minute, his hands were broken and his neck was twisted!"

Tan Jingyao's face finally became serious,
Martial arts circles say that big is big, and small is also small. Although Mai Rongen is a black boxer, which is different from those who participate in competitions like him, they are all masters of the same level. Even if there is a gap in level, the difference is limited.

If the other party can really deal with Mai Rongen easily, then it shouldn't be too difficult to deal with him.

Fei Bo shook his head and smiled, stretched out his generous fat hand, patted Tan Jingyao's arm, and persuaded him earnestly: "For art, it doesn't matter if it's earlier or later, but if you lose your life, it's not worth it, is it? "

Tan Jingyao pursed her lips tightly, hesitated for a moment,
In the end, he shook his head.

"No, this art exhibition is too important to me, and I can't reschedule it! But I will take what you say to heart. If it doesn't work, I will invite some bodyguards during the exhibition."

This is actually a way, but it is not the best way.

Ordinary bodyguards may not work, and Feng Yuxiu is not a fool. If he does something, he must find a chance when Tan Jingyao is single.

"Mr. Tan, if I can help you book another time, which is closer, can you consider rescheduling?" Lin Jiajun asked suddenly.

Tan Jingyao expressed disbelief, and said, "Officer, it's easy to say, do you know that I booked the venue three months in advance! The Kowloon Museum of Art is very popular, and many well-known artists cannot be booked. I checked, and it will expire in almost half a year, how do you decide?"

"Hold on."

Lin Jiajun stepped aside, picked up his mobile phone and dialed a number.

(End of this chapter)