I'm the best catcher in martial arts

Ding Xi is a very smart person.

What he calculates accurately rarely goes wrong.

He said that Hungry Tiger Hill defended the emptiness, and Hungry Tiger Hill really defended the emptiness. Therefore, even if he was dragging two big baggage with him, he could easily sneak into Wohu Gang.

Not only did he sneak into Wohu Gang, he also brought back five letters sent to him by the people behind the scenes, and asked Miss Wang to remember the faces of the five messengers.

Although Miss Wang does not understand knitting needlework or poetry, she has a wonderful hand in painting.

This is the Wang family's unique martial arts training method.

The overlord spear, which is extremely yang and extremely strong, can be used to train how to lift light and heavy, and the soft and soothing brush can be used to train how to lift light and heavy, so that you can be light and heavy with ease.

Mr. Wang's hobby is calligraphy. He can write both elegant running script and regular block letters.

Miss Wang's hobby is painting, and she can draw not only mountains, rivers, and water veins, but also flowers, birds, fish, and insects. Her flowers, birds, fish, and insects are freehand, and the mountains, rivers, and water veins are realistic.

This is very important for dart walking.

Mr. Wang records the local customs, and Miss Wang draws the mountains and rivers. The combination creates a map.

Under Miss Wang's wonderful pen, the images of the five people were quickly revealed in front of Deng Dinghou.

Gui Dongjing's cook, his family's gardener, Baili Changqing's groom, Jiang Xin's boy, Ximen Sheng's teacher, and five stewards, one for each family.

What's more coincidental is that the handwriting of these five letters is very special. Some special words have a very strange arc, which is exactly the handwriting of Deng Dinghou.

Deng Dinghou couldn't sleep at night. He was drinking donkey meatball soup and waiting for the news. When he read the letter, he had a meatball in his mouth, but now he felt like he was holding donkey dung.

From curiosity to shock, from elation to disappointment, from confidence to cold sweat, Deng Dinghou's ever-changing expressions in one second are simply more comical than any trick.

He is not the little Zhuge of the Divine Fist.

He is the funny Deng Dinghou!

Looking at Deng Dinghou's expression, Shen Lian laughed so hard that he kept picking up all the meatballs with his chopsticks.

"The smart Ding Xi, the angry pony, the irritable Miss Wang, and the funny Marquis Deng Ding. You two are really destined to get together."

Xiao Ma bit the donkey meat and burned it in his mouth, muttering: "I have no relationship with them, especially the old guy who seems to have eaten three kilograms of donkey dung."

"snort!"

Hearing this, Marquis Deng Ding couldn't bear it any longer. He stood up with a bang and said to himself, "If I don't break your broken mouth, you won't know what a divine fist is."

"Boss Mr. Deng, I think you must have something to explain to me. Please explain the letter clearly first."

Although Shen Lian really wanted to watch the show, he had to deal with business first. After Deng Dinghou finished explaining, they could fight as they liked, and it didn't matter if they were killed or maimed.

"Captain Shen thinks I did it?"

"It doesn't matter what I think. What matters is the evidence in my hand. Solving the case relies on evidence, not the detective's intuition, but I think you are innocent."

Deng Dinghou explained: "Although my handwriting is quite special, it is not impossible to imitate. Gui Dongjing likes to copy copybooks and once imitated my handwriting.

About three years ago, Gui Dongjing pretended to be me, wrote letters to women I knew, and invited them to my home.

When I got home, I looked around and saw that it was really beautiful with waves of makeup and flowers in bloom.

That was the most shocking, unforgettable, and harrowing experience for me. My wife ignored me for three months.

After checking for half a year, I found out that those letters were written by Gui Dongjing. This old turtle was born with a prank, and he especially liked to see others getting angry.

In addition to Guidong Jing, there are also some old scholars and sour scholars in the world who are good at writing various calligraphy, but the only person I am familiar with is Guidong Jing. "

Shen Lian said seriously: "Very good, Gui Dongjing's suspicion has increased a bit. Am I mistaken? Are there any other clues?"

Ding Xi said: "Yes, there is a leader in Hungry Gang who has great martial arts skills and is as cunning as a fox. No one knows his name. They only know that he is called Mr. Wu."

Miss Wang asked: "To be able to subdue the bandits in Hungry Gang, Mr. Wu is very good at martial arts. Is that big fat man Gui Dongjing very good at martial arts?"

Deng Dinghou smiled and said: "According to my evaluation, Gui Dongjing's martial arts is a little better than that of Xu Jinqiang."

Miss Wang showed disdain and said in her heart that I am much stronger than Xu Jinqiang and I can definitely beat Gui Dongjing.

"Hmm~ What I mean is that if Gui Dongjing stretches out his index finger and taps lightly, Jin Gunxu will have to lie down!"

"so smart?"

"He is not fat, he is strong. He has practiced the Golden Bell Shield of the Thirteen Taibao. He once fought with the lone thief Liu Sandao and used his back to receive Liu Sandao's three consecutive blows."

"Then what?"

"Then Gui Dongjing couldn't stand it anymore."

"Did he fight back?"

"He grabbed Liu Sandao's nine-ring knife, twisted it into more than a dozen pieces, slapped Liu Sandao so hard that he couldn't get up again, and swaggered to Yihongyuan."

"What are you doing in Yihongyuan?"

"Let the oiran scratch him!"

"Why don't you bandage his wounds?"

"Because Gui Dongjing has never been injured!"

Deng Dinghou said seriously: "Why do you think Gui Dongjing is known as a lucky star? Because he has been in the world for so many years without suffering any damage!"

There are perhaps five, six or seventy-eight people in the world who have not been injured. The only escort who has not been injured is Gui Dongjing. He is simply the koi carp of the escort industry.

This is a blessing!

This is martial arts!

This is wisdom!

This is a terrible person!

…

The government prison.

Guidong Jing was locked up in a small single room, which was cleaned and equipped with all kinds of facilities. The dinner was served with good wine and meat, which was no different from an inn.

Gui Dongjing has calmed down.

Shen Lian obviously had no evidence, otherwise he would never have received such preferential treatment. The only thing he was worried about now was that there would be trouble in Xinghu Gang without a leader.

Looking at the bright moon through the window, Gui Dongjing drank and greeted Shen Lian, his eighteenth generation ancestor.

Male Gobi!

Shen Lian, I will kill you sooner or later!

Five dogs bloomed, and they joined forces with the escort agency. Gui Dongjing made hundreds of plans in order to become the boss.

He used Ding Xi to rob the escort because he knew that Ding Xi was the son of Baili Changqing. When father and son met, sparks would inevitably collide.

Baili Changqing is not a qualified father. It is definitely impossible to say that Ding Xi has no resentment in his heart.

A father who feels guilty and a son who feels resentful. When the two meet, there will inevitably be swords and swords.

He killed Wang Wanwu and used Miss Wang's desire for revenge to muddy the waters and disrupt the detective's sight.

He imitated Deng Dinghou's handwriting and wrote a letter, framed the suspicion on Deng Dinghou, and then deliberately exposed the flaws and tried hard to clear his suspicions.

He even planned to frame Baili Changqing, planned how to get rid of Jiang Xin, and planned to recruit Wu GouHuaHua under his command and become the general manager of the four alliances.

More than three years of preparation and hundreds of plans were suddenly disrupted by Shen Lian.

Shen Lian, a reckless man, didn't care at all about his hard-to-get tactics. Instead, he used his tricks to conceal the truth and then invite you into the urn.

Many of the plans designed by Gui Dongjing were completely cut off from Shen Lian, and all external contacts were also completely cut off.

Hiding the sky and crossing the sea, I invite you to enter the urn and catch the turtle in the urn.

Isn't the turtle already in the urn?

The more Gui Dongjing thought about it, the more depressed he became. He felt that he had suffered eight lifetimes of bad luck, and he was really in trouble when he encountered a barbarian like Shen Lian who didn't play by the rules.

Even if Shen Lian didn't know that he was the leader of Hungry Gang, or that he was the helmsman of the Qinglong Club, as long as Shen Lian leveled Hungry Gang, the Qinglong Club wouldn't be able to spare him.

A wolf in front and a tiger in the back, unable to advance or retreat, making a wrong move and facing danger at every step. At this time, Gui Dongjing, the old fox, could do nothing but curse Shen Lian secretly.

He can only pray now!

Pray that people from the Blue Dragon Society will contact him!

Pray that there are spies from the Blue Dragon Society among the jailers!

Pray that your deputy knows how to adapt to changes!

Perhaps Gui Dongjing's prayer had an effect. At the second watch of the day, a jailer quietly threw a wax pill over and quickly hid it in the darkness.

Gui Dongjing crushed the wax pills and looked at the content on them. He was so shocked that he was sweating. Fortunately, he had just thought of a countermeasure and immediately picked up the charcoal to write a reply.

Not long after, Gui Dongjing wrote down the plan, threw the paper ball back, and then squinted his eyes to sleep.

The jailer did not put away the paper ball, but turned over the candlestick in his hand, dripped drops of wax liquid, turned the paper ball into wax pills, and then swallowed the wax pills.

Gui Dongjing turned over and looked at the direction the jailer was leaving, feeling a little relieved.

…

The jailer left the prison and was about to go to Hungry Tiger Hill when he suddenly found that the road ahead was blocked.

Shen Lian, Ding Xi, Xiao Ma, Deng Dinghou.

"Who among you three wants to try your fist?"

Shen Lian made a "please" gesture.

The pony roared and punched hard.

Thanks to book friends I Love Pancakes, Wula Wala, and Water Emperor Tianhe for the reward