Inscription of Different Cases

"Get out of the way! The government searched!"

As soon as the words fell, the entire gambling house was blown up.The gamblers fled in all directions, some still wanted to grab a handful of chips on the table, and some rushed to the window with their heads in their arms.But Han Lang had already made preparations, and arranged people inside and out, and within a short time, the entire gambling house was quiet.Wu Zhao was pinned against the corner of the wall, and Han Lang was about to step forward to ask, when a black shadow suddenly appeared out of the corner of his eye, and rushed out of the room.

"Where are you running!" Han Lang shouted immediately.But the man moved too fast, before the guards at the door could react, they were elbowed and fell to the ground clutching their chests.Who is so good at martial arts?Han Lang almost immediately believed that this person was related to the mastermind behind the gambling house, so he ignored the interrogation and chased him out with a weapon.

Before leaving, he echoed and yelled: "Put the man surnamed Wu in the cell, and wait for me to come back for interrogation!"

Wu Zhao yelled that he was being wronged, but the two police officers pinned him to the ground, and Han Lang left long ago.The casino was in a mess, with overturned chips and dice all over the floor, one of which fell right in front of him.Still black side up, engraved with a calf.

He was suddenly terrified, and his shout gradually brought despair.

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Han Lang hadn't run so wildly for a long time. He didn't know how many streets he ran, but the distance between him and that person didn't shorten at all.The night was as dark as ink, and the weak light made it difficult for Han Lang to distinguish the other person's appearance. He could only vaguely see that it was a tall man.This kind of physique can actually walk like flying, and easily jump up to two small buildings, erratic like a ghost.

Han Lang practiced martial arts since he was a child, and he thought he had practiced Qinggong well, but he was almost thrown off by this thief.At first, he yelled at the man to stop him, but the man ignored him and only cared about running away. Han Lang simply saved his energy and focused on chasing him.

The longer the chase, the more angry the anger in Han Lang's heart burned.The man's physical strength was too good, and he deliberately wanted to get rid of him and only take the most difficult path.Either an alleyway full of sundries, or a fence as thin as a shoulder pole, Han Lang followed the man over obstacles one after another, rolled sideways and finally turned back to the ground, and the man slid into the corner and disappeared instantly .

"Damn it!" Han Lang couldn't help cursing, gasping for breath, but still bit the bullet and chased down.He didn't believe it anymore, he wasn't tired after running like this, he really should see if that guy has grown four legs!

After all, there is no unparalleled road, Han Lang chased him so much that he was about to vomit blood, and God opened his eyes for a while.Turning this alleyway, he found that the man was also panting against the wall, exhaling more air than inhaling, and the sound of "chi chi" was like a broken bellows.

Han Lang immediately felt much relieved, but before he could speak, the other party wiped the sweat from his forehead and threw a cloth bag over with a "slap".

"Forget it because I'm afraid of you!" He panted, and leaned his back against the wall, glaring at Han Lang reluctantly, "Hurry up, I've lived for so many years, this is the first time I've seen a dog like you thief."

Han Lang's swollen blood instantly turned cold, and the atmosphere reached freezing point: "You say I'm a thief?"

"Otherwise, could it be that you are greedy for my Lord He's beauty?" After the other party finished speaking, he suddenly spat and said in a hoarse voice, "Damn, my throat is about to explode."

Han Lang didn't even look at the purse, and walked up a few steps, intending to grab the opponent's arm and take him back to prison.At this very moment, a burst of energy rushed straight to his face, he was startled and dodged the blow purely by instinct.In a blink of an eye, he met a pair of blue eyes, and just as he was stunned, he made up for it with the second blow.

However, Han Lang's martial arts foundation should not be underestimated. When he dodged for the first time, his hand was already on the hilt of the sword, and he drew it out directly this time.A ray of silver light flashed in the darkness, and the opponent's offensive remained undiminished. With a sound of "clang", the two each took half a step back.

"Hey, good sword," the man laughed, seeming to mean something, and repeated the word twice on purpose, "Good sword, good sword."

"Shut up." Han Lang didn't want to pay attention to his provocation. After a few fights just now, he realized that this person's kung fu is absolutely superior, and he might even be better than himself.But the touch with his weapon just now felt quite strange, not like ordinary swords and the like.In the darkness of the night, he saw the man standing upright, holding something in his hand, but he couldn't see it clearly.

Could it be some rare killer?

While they were in a stalemate, suddenly the wind shook the tree, and the bright moon in the sky slightly revealed a corner, casting a cold light impartially.Han Lang took a closer look, and found that this man had a strong figure, and seemed to be half a head taller than himself.Her hair was not in a bun, her long hair hung down to her shoulders, and her hair was slightly curled, making her look a little messy.As for his face...it was handsome, with sharp edges and corners.The bridge of the nose is high and straight, and the pair of water-blue eyes look a little ominous, but the corners of the mouth are always upturned, directly turning that evil spirit into ruffian.

He doesn't look like a decent person.Han Lang thought.

Then he looked down, and saw that the other party was wearing a robe that had been torn several times, especially around the arms, so that only two bare arms were left exposed.The exposed muscles are chiseled and look tough.

As for the weapon in his hand...it turned out to be just an ordinary wine jar with a hemp rope tied around the mouth, and the other end was held in the man's hand.At this moment of the stalemate between the two, the other party was no longer panting. Seeing that Han Lang hadn't attacked, the man simply lifted the jar and took a sip of wine, then smiled and said, "Haven't seen enough?"

"Who are you?" Han Lang asked with a frown.

"He Yijiu," the man curled his lips, "Who are you? You're quite beaten."

"Han Lang."

The two eyes met again, Han Lang clenched the hilt of his sword tightly, and He Yijiu also leisurely shook the hemp rope in his hand.They are all manly men, there is no need to waste any more words, if you want to fight, let's have a good fight.

"Chong!"

It was the sound of the long sword hitting the wine jar again.The other party didn't fasten the mouth of the altar, and after dodging away, the spicy wine directly splashed Han Lang all over.Han Lang was out of breath, and turned to stab, but the opponent's body suddenly disappeared, and he avoided him.Then there was the sound of wind breaking through the air, the man slapped him, Han Lang had nowhere to hide, he put on a stance and wanted to take it hard, but the opponent's palm slapped directly in front of him, his knee suddenly hurt, and he didn't know what it was At that time, he was kicked severely by that person.

Han Lang wanted to yell, but held back.The jar was like a meteor hammer in He Yijiu's hands, which caught people off guard, and suddenly he was slapped on the back of the head, causing him to grin his teeth in pain.

What a mess of moves!

He Yijiu's kung fu is really weird and difficult to distinguish, and it is impossible to speculate with common sense.Now he was kicked to the ground on one knee, and the opponent did not pursue him, but his tall body landed lightly in front of him like a falcon, and he picked up the wine jar and took another big gulp.

"I see you are a powerful guy, when did I not hear of such a capable county lieutenant in the county?" He Yijiu said.Although he pretended to be indifferent, his aggressive gaze was always on Han Lang, and it could be seen that he was also full of vigilance.

He was already wearing an official uniform, and Han Lang was not surprised when his identity was found out: "There must be more things you don't know."

He Yijiu whistled: "Then I will have to give you a lot of advice from Mr. Lao Han."

After all, attack again.Han Lang's fighting spirit was provoked, and it was even more impossible for him to let it go.He turned around and turned aside, with the sword in his hand, he made a continuous stab that was so fast that it was hard to see clearly.This is the "Nine Quick Sword Styles" handed down by his family. It is famous for its swiftness, its movements are smooth and smooth, and its moves are neat and straight to the point.Forced by him, He Yijiu took a few steps back, his eyes showed admiration, and he opened his mouth and called, "Good swordsmanship!"

Han Lang didn't talk nonsense with him, and stabbed with his sword, directly piercing He Yijiu's wine jar.The liquor exploded like sparks, shattered into chaos, and the strong aroma of the liquor burst out immediately.He Yijiu hurriedly backed away, and a hemp rope in his hand was wrapped around Han Lang's sword-holding right hand like a python, and when he pulled it violently, Han Lang, who was also a ruthless character, immediately changed his move and cut the rope into two pieces.

"Admiration." He Yijiu had already backed up against the wall, and now he narrowed his eyes slightly, looking Han Lang up and down, as if he wanted to reconsider his opponent.Now he has no weapons, bare hands.But Han Lang still didn't dare to neglect - who knows how many tricks this weird person can conjure up?

Just ran away as soon as we met, lured him here and pretended to be weak, uttered nonsense, sneak attack, but he was not in a hurry to kill him, let alone escape... Now he just leans his back against the wall and looks at him with burning eyes. look at yourself.This person is too weird, did he deliberately play tricks on himself for fun, or did he have other plans?

Han Lang took a step forward cautiously, and suddenly saw the man throwing his hand to break the rope, raised his hand and said, "That's all, I'm afraid of you, this time I'm really afraid."

Han Lang still didn't believe him. At this moment, there was a sound of chaotic footsteps not far away.Then there was a person shouting: "Boss! Boss! I found you!"

It was the little catcher who came quickly, and immediately surrounded the place with a group of people.As soon as he saw Han Lang, he immediately rushed forward in three steps at a time: "I've been looking for it for a long time, Boss, you ran too fast, we all lost track of him."

After finishing speaking, he glanced at He Yijiu who was at the base of the wall again: "Boss is amazing, I'll catch him now!"

He Yijiu is also strange, with his skill, there is no reason not to escape at this time.Originally, Han Lang was looking at him warily, wondering which way he would flee, so that he could go up and stop him immediately.But this man had a calm face, and when several arresters rushed up to tie him up, he didn't even frown.

This made Han Lang feel more and more uncertain.

"Bring it back!" he ordered.The subordinates obeyed immediately and escorted He Yijiu back to the county office.Han Lang walked in the front all the way, but he always felt a strange sight behind him.When he turned his head, he bumped into He Yijiu's smiling face.

"We'll see how arrogant you are when you're in prison." Han Lang snorted coldly.

He Yijiu smiled mischievously: "Dare to ask the county captain, what crime do I have?"

Han Lang didn't say a word, and the little policeman next to him interjected, "What's your crime? You can still ask! Participating in gambling, fleeing in fear of crime, and even assaulting our Master Han, any of them is enough for you to drink a pot!"

After finishing speaking, he kicked He Yijiu's leg hard, and the latter still walked steadily.On the contrary, the little catcher stared wide-eyed, feeling as if he had been kicked on a rock.

Han Lang has been watching them quarreling, seeing that He Yijiu is looking at him again, he looks away and ignores them.Just like this all the way back to the county government office, the sky has already seen a little light of dawn.This night was really chaotic, Han Lang thought to himself, he had to interrogate tomorrow, so he probably had no time to rest.

He was worried about He Yijiu, so he simply followed the prison all the way, and he felt a little relieved when he saw the man being pushed into the cell.Several yamen servants have retired, and the remaining one is locking the door for He Yijiu.At this moment, Han Lang heard the sound of "crash, clatter" in the extremely quiet cell, one after another, very rhythmic.He turned around inexplicably, unable to tell whether it was his own illusion or the sound of something being blown by the wind.

The sound came from the east side of the cell.

So he turned around and asked the yamen guard who locked the door, who just closed the prison door and said casually: "Oh, it seems that the one surnamed Wu is locked."

Han Lang didn't say anything, but he suddenly felt something ominous.The cell was dark and damp, and it was impossible for the wind to blow in.There was a strange smell in the air, his eyes fell on the east corner, the cell door was closed, and there was a black figure curled up inside.His knees were close together, his head was pressed tightly against his legs, and he was shaking all over his body, looking very wrong.

The yamen servant was also aware of this, so he didn't bother to lock the cell door, and walked directly to Wu Zhao's side.

"Hey!" The yamen servant kicked the door, but Wu Zhao was indifferent.

"What kind of tricks are you doing!" the yamen servant scolded.

Han Lang felt a little strange, he rarely saw people posing in such a pose, generally speaking, unless it was a child with an extremely flexible body, adults doing this would only make people feel a sense of dislocation of flesh and blood.

The yamen servant also obviously felt that something was wrong, and wanted to open the cell door to check the situation.At this moment, Wu Zhao, who had been curled up all this time, suddenly raised his head and grinned at them.

Han Lang suddenly understood, damn it, why are you here again!Wu Zhao's face was bloody and bloody, as if it had been eaten by something, it didn't look like a face at all.The yamen servant screamed and passed out, but Wu Zhao had already got up, and a face with exposed bones flashed in front of Han Lang in an instant!