Shenhao's Journey to Myriad Worlds

"Why are you here? Why don't you rest at home for two more days?"

Seeing someone coming, Ma Sir stood up straight and asked nonchalantly, but his clumsy acting skills really couldn't fool anyone.

"I've heard about Brother Binbin,"

Hearing Sir Lin's words, Sir Ma fell silent. He looked at the hesitant Director Hou next to him, and then at Sir Lin with a stern expression. After hesitating for a while, he finally asked:

"what do you mean"

Upon hearing this, Sir Lin took out a few photos from his pocket, stepped forward and handed them to Sir Ma and Supervisor Hou, and explained in a deep voice:

"I've already gone to investigate the scene. I'm afraid the case and the identities of the dead are not simple!"

Looking at the chrysanthemum patterns on the four-fold watch in the photos, Sir Ma and Director Hou looked serious.

"Jiuju is top-notch!"

"That's right, I suspect that the people Brother Bin killed were all members of Jiuju's first-class influence. I found Jiuju's first-class sign at every crime scene. I think this is definitely not accidental!"

"Are there more than 300 people?"

More than 300 people may not seem like many, but they live in all walks of life and have completely penetrated all aspects of Hong Kong Island.

Underworld and white ways, scholars, farmers, businessmen, and each of these 300 people has attracted a vote of power. It seems inconspicuous, but once united, it will definitely cause social turmoil.

Seeing this, Ma Sir and the others understood why Wang Xuebin had killed him. It was only because they encountered such a force, and all their conventional means were like a breeze blowing on the face, unable to touch the root cause.

It was at this time that they truly realized what a huge force Wang Xuebin was about to face.

Such a huge force can be deployed on just one Hong Kong Island, what if it is on the mainland of Japan?

Thinking of this, everyone's hearts couldn't help but lift up.

"Ma sir, this case involves Japanese friends, so I want to apply to go to Japan and cooperate with them in the investigation!"

"What? No, I won't allow it!"

Hearing Sir Lin's quiet voice, Sir Ma rejected it loudly without even thinking about it.

"Guanlan and Ajiu have gone, they have all the abilities, even if they can't take revenge, at least they can get out!

And you?what do you have? "

"I have blood feud!"

Lin sir also roared, his eyes turned red, and he stared at the horse sir.

"Ma sir, every night these days I can dream that Wei Zi came to me and asked me why it was he who died and not me!

I also ask myself every day, why is he the one who died and not me! "

Lin sir ripped open his collar while roaring, his flushed cheeks were full of confusion and anger that had no place to vent.

"Ma sir! Weizai is dead, my best brother is dead, the brother we said so many times to live and die together is dead! I can't even find anyone to take revenge!"

There was a hint of crying in Lin sir's words, and the anger on his face turned into an unspeakable grievance.

"Boss, we are the police!

I know we shouldn't be arrogant!

But I am also human!

I have feelings too!

Let me just watch Weizi like this, do nothing, I can't do it! "

As he spoke, he slapped the police officer's card and handcuffs in his arms on the equipment table, lowered his head and said firmly:

"I must go to Japan. If you don't agree, then I will report and resign myself!"

Seeing Sir Lin's demeanor, Ma Sir's complex emotions were beyond words. He wanted to scold Sir Lin, but he didn't know what to scold. He wanted to comfort him, but he didn't know how to persuade him.

What is the difference between Sir Lin's demeanor and theirs back then?

"You~"

Ma sir sighed, shook his head helplessly, picked up the certificate on the table, slapped it on Lin Sir's chest, and said in a low voice:

"If you resign, don't mention that I will approve a vacation. You use the excuse of vacation to go to Japan. Don't contact the official. As for the rest, it can only be up to you."

That's all Ma Sir can do

"This is the quiet room where Senior Brother Yimei practiced back then!"

A quiet room that is not too big, a wooden table, a cloud bed, two chairs, nothing more.

"Why did Master Uncle remember to bring me here?"

Uncle Jiu frowned slightly, and looked at the room carefully. It was very simple, but there was a faint charm hidden in it.

"Ha ha!"

An old man with a long beard wearing a somewhat faded Taoist robe waved the starched dust whisk in his hand, chuckled lightly, and said calmly:

"More than nine years ago, Yimei came here once, and he had the same expression as you now!"

Saying that, he shook his head and smiled again.

"Your father has aura since he was a child, whether it is classics or Taoism, he is worse than me in everything, but your father is not as good as me in one thing, and that is mentality!"

He waved the whisk again, walked into the room, touched the table lightly, and said with a sigh:

"Your father's heart is very big, and there are many things in his heart. In the early years, Master persuaded him because of this matter, but he never changed!

Success is determined by the heart, and failure is determined by the heart. Senior brother has been dragged down by his heart all his life! "

Immediately, the Taoist priest turned his head, looked at Uncle Jiu, and said meaningfully:

"You and your father are like carved out of the same mold. You haven't learned much about his talent, but you have inherited all his bad habits!

Your father begged to die because he was so disheartened that he saw through the truth and decided to die in martyrdom!

And you?Why are you begging to die?

There is a lingering death in the brows, with a frowning face, as if he is rushing to the funeral!

how?Are you tired of living at such a young age? "