I am the Great Protector of the Soldier King

It was already nine o'clock in the evening when Zhu Qingyu returned to Wanfu City.

Zuo Dingjun and Zuo Dingmin, who were on duty at the door, greeted him. He went upstairs with a "hmm" and gently opened the door of his office and bedroom.

The door to the inner room was ajar, and happy laughter could be heard from time to time.

Zhu Qingyu put the rucksack containing Zhou Wanfu's skeleton, the shadowless knife and the iron rope under the bed. He wanted to open the door and enter the inner room immediately, but he didn't want to ruin their happy atmosphere at this time, so he went to the bathroom to wash his face first. , came back and drank a glass of ice water before opening the door and going in.

His appearance made Huang Jiangong, Zhao Maolei, Li Zhengfeng, Zhao Maohai and the Deng sisters present extremely happy. They all got up and rushed to ask him about his business.

However, when they saw Zhu Qingyu's devastated look, they realized the seriousness of the matter and couldn't help laughing.

"What's wrong with you, Qingyu, come and let us listen, don't be afraid, we can withstand any blow!" Deng Furong said, shaking his hand.

"Come and take a look." Zhu Qingyu said with a gloomy face.

Several people followed him outside. Zhu Qingyu took out his backpack from under the bed and opened the zipper, revealing a set of ribs and several tube bones.

"This is Mr. Zhou." Zhu Qingyu said.

"Old Zhou, Old Zhou! Who harmed you?" Deng Furong cried loudly, heartbreakingly.

Then Deng Hongying also started to cry, and a tragic atmosphere immediately filled the room.

The men present were already brooding over Zhou Wanfu's disappearance, but they could not withstand the crying of the Deng sisters. Their eyes turned red and tears fell silently.

Zhu Qingyu took a deep breath, sat down at his desk, and said, "Okay, everyone, put away your tears. It's not the time to cry yet. The days of crying are still to come!"

Deng Hongying stopped crying and said with a trace of runny nose on her mouth: "How can I say this? Why are the days of crying still to come?"

"Now that Mr. Zhou has passed away, the Wanfu City project will really be transferred. We will pack up and go home!"

When Huang Jiangong and the Deng sisters heard what he said, they remembered what the city government had mentioned in the briefing and immediately became nervous.

"What should we do now?" Huang Jiangong asked.

"What to do, cold salad!" Zhu Qingyu said and lay down on the bed.

Everyone looked at each other. There was a deathly silence in the room.

After a while, Zhu Qingyu spoke: "Everyone is keeping the news of Mr. Zhou's murder a secret for the time being, and must not tell others. Now we can only take one step at a time, and work as normal at home. Now go back and rest."

Huang Jiangong and others all sighed and left the room.

Deng Furong came over with tears in her eyes, sat on the edge of Zhu Qingyu's bed and said, "I want to bury Lao Zhou's body tomorrow, in the private plot behind my house."

Zhu Qingyu glared at her and said, "I said just now that we must keep the secret, aren't you going to expose the secret like this!"

"But how can he feel at ease with Lao Zhou's bones lying like this?" Deng Furong said timidly, fearing that Zhu Qingyu would yell at her in anger.

Zhu Qingyu was not angry. He said kindly: "We will wait for a while and see what the border city government does."

"Okay then. You're tired too, go get some rest early." After Deng Furong said that, she and Deng Hongying returned to the back room.

Zhu Qingyu put his hands on his head and did not turn off the light, thinking vaguely about the Wanfu City project.

Suddenly, a figure flashed in front of the window outside and disappeared.

Zhu Qingyu thought to himself: Could it be Zhao Maolei and Li Zhengfeng? I have come back and are still on duty at the door? Just tell them to go back.

But he couldn't open his mouth when he wanted to say it, and couldn't move when he thought about it, so he could only lie down in a daze again.

But half a minute later, there was a sudden sound at the window. Zhu Qingyu looked and saw a bald, short old man coming in with a black leather bag tucked under his chest as usual. He came to Zhu Qingyu's bed with a look on his face. Smile with trust and expectation.

"Mr. Zhou!" Zhu Qingyu cried out.

Zhou Wanfu said calmly: "Qingyu, Wanfu City, Deng Furong and Deng Hongying will be left to you. You have to take care of yourself!"

"Mr. Zhou, how can you leave Wanfu City to me if you manage it well? I'm just your security captain!" Zhu Qingyu said hurriedly.

Zhou Wanfu turned his back, walked two steps, then turned around and said: "I'm leaving, don't come looking for me, just live a good life!" After saying that, he waved and disappeared in a flash.

"Mr. Zhou, wait a minute, listen to me..." Zhu Qingyu shouted, suddenly his eyes darkened and he fell to the ground.

Zhu Qingyu opened his eyes and looked, oh, why did I fall to the ground? He recalled the scenes in his mind and realized that it was a dream.

There was Zhou Wanfu's body under the bed, and Zhu Qingyu was a little timid about sleeping on the bed again. Although he had been educated as an atheist for many years and theoretically did not want to believe in ghosts and gods, people's rumors and his own experience of falling into a deep pit in the Yunnan border jungle reminded him all the time: there are ghosts and gods in the world.

So he ran into the back room with a bang.

Inside, the Deng sisters were tossing and turning and couldn't sleep. They felt a little strange when they saw Zhu Qingyu running in in the middle of the night.

"What, can't you sleep?" Deng Furong raised her body and asked half lying on the bedside.

"You've been running all day, are you still tired?" Deng Hongying said, looking straight at him.

Zhu Qingyu then told the two sisters what he had just dreamed about.

"Hey, you don't have to worry about this damn old Zhou entrusting you with this dream," Deng Furong said.

"How?" Zhu Qingyu asked.

A smile flashed across Deng Furong's pale face, and she said, "What do you mean? I just asked you to take charge of this house, and we sisters are determined to follow you." After that, she pulled Zhu Qingyu to her side and pressed his head in her arms. Inside, while looking at his thin face, she stroked the thick hair on his head until he drifted off to sleep.

At eight o'clock the next morning, after Zhu Qingyu had breakfast, he called Xu Shijiang. He drove a Buick with a cloth bag in his hand and arrived at the Border City District Public Security Office.

Xu Shijiang just made a cup of tea in the office when Zhu Qingyu came in.

"Why, you brought me something? I don't dare to accept bribes." Xu Shijiang joked.

"I might not dare to accept it if I give it to you!" Zhu Qingyu said and opened the canvas bag with a hiss.

Xu Shijiang took a breath when he saw it, and muttered: "What, what is this?"

"Zhou Wanfu's bones." Zhu Qingyu answered. He reported to Xu Shijiang about his trip to Yinyang Mountain in Fuyuan City.

"This is evidence of murder by the Wuying Gang. If the Wuying Gang is caught and the Qinglong Gang is pulled out, it will become evidence that the Qinglong Gang kidnapped Zhou Wanfu. It just so happens that the recording of the Deng sisters' kidnapping confessions is still there the day before. Here I am, now I will go to the border city public security bureau with you and hand over these evidences to them."

After Xu Shijiang said that, he called Zheng Guoping on his landline, and then the two of them drove to the border city public security bureau one after another. <