Force scumbags to follow good records

"Fang Liang, Fang Liang, can I come in?" Yin Risheng's voice came from outside the door, and with the sound, Shuxian also disappeared in a "poof".

Shen Fangliang looked a little tired, watched Shuxian disappear, sighed, and said, "Come in."

Yin Risheng opened the door and came in. He had already changed into the clean clothes that Shen Fangliang prepared for him. He blushed with shame and lowered his head, not daring to look at Shen Fangliang. After a long time, Yin Risheng gritted his teeth and said, "Fang Liang, leave it alone." I, leave Guizhou City, don't suffer this anger here."

Shen Fangliang's expression didn't change. After a long time, he sighed and said, "I'm leaving, how about you?"

Yin Risheng's face was pale and his body trembled a little, but he still clenched his fists and said, "I can't go, I... I owe an explanation to the people of Guizhou City."

Hearing this, Shen Fangliang turned his head to look at Yin Risheng unconsciously. Perhaps Yin Risheng had really changed, and he really wanted to make amends. He had known Yin Risheng, a prodigal son, for so long, and this was the first time he felt that the guy in front of him was a little bit strange.For a while, Shen Fangliang didn't know what to say, so he changed the subject and said, "Don't talk about things that can't be separated, Dali Temple will send people to return to the state soon, and the case from that year is expected to be retried."

It took Yin Risheng a while to understand that what Shen Fangliang was talking about was the case that he was manipulated by Qian Xiao to empty the treasury and kill his father. After he understood, Yin Risheng's face turned even paler, and he said in a trembling voice: "Can you succeed?" ?"

Shen Fangliang said: "I don't know, but I've been thinking about a question these two days. You don't have much to say about the money in the treasury. I've also inquired about it. For so many years, Qian Xiao has always shown himself to be clean and honest in Guizhou City, and never There is no large amount of money spent, so where has the money in the treasury gone for so many years? Was it spent in other places? Or is it hidden somewhere?"

Yin Risheng shook his head in a daze, and said, "I've thought about this too, but I don't have a clue."

Shen Fangliang rubbed his forehead, as if he was talking to Yin Risheng, and more like talking to himself: "If Qian Xiao wants to transport money to other places to spend, then there must be reliable people to help with this matter, as long as If someone has handled it, there should be witnesses, even if these people are silenced, there will be some traces left, if Qian Xiao didn't spend the money, then there must be a place to store the treasury silver."

After analyzing it talking to himself, Shen Fangliang got up abruptly, and said to Yin Risheng: "Stay at home, close the door tightly, I'll go out for a while, and I'll be right back."

Before Yin Risheng could react, Shen Fangliang had already rushed out of the house and disappeared on the roof.

Yin Risheng watched Shen Fangliang disappear on the roof. He was stunned for a while before he came back to his senses. After he came back to his senses, he was a little silent and stood there for a long time. Finally, he turned around silently and fetched water. He went to the door again to clean the splashed water. The gate of manure.

Of course, neighbors, including passers-by, would not allow him to clean the gate so smoothly. From time to time, passers-by spit on him, some threw dirty things at him, and some looked at him and kicked him in displeasure. He kicked, and children threw dirt up the hill when he had just wiped the gate clean.

Yin Risheng didn't say anything, didn't react at all, just kept wiping the door silently, got up when he was kicked down, and cleaned up after being thrown dirty until it was dark. Gradually less, no one bothered to come up to beat him, beat him and throw his filth, so he silently put away the bucket, entered the house and closed the door.

After returning to the house, Yin Risheng took off the clothes that Shen Fangliang had prepared for him. He didn't bother to take a bath. He first washed the clothes under the moonlight, and after they were washed and dried in the yard, Yin Risheng laughed. It was the first time in these days that such a pure and happy smile appeared on his face.

Just when Yin Risheng finished these things and was about to go back to the house, there was a very slight sound of footsteps on the roof. Yin Risheng didn't know martial arts, but he often mixed with peerless masters, which made him have an almost instinctive instinct for many things. judge.

Yin Risheng stood there, waiting, without moving.

The slight sound of footsteps disappeared, and the next moment, a man in black suddenly appeared in front of Yin Risheng, holding a long knife in his hand, and the long knife was about to cut Yin Risheng in half.

Because of his thin and bony bones, Yin Risheng's eyes now look very big. They are strangely bright looking at the steel knife that split his head, which is frighteningly bright.

Shen Fangliang landed in front of a very dilapidated and small door, opened the curtain of the door and walked in. The inside of the dilapidated door seemed to be a place like a tavern. Shen Fangliang walked directly to the shopkeeper behind the counter. The old man threw a token and said, "Buy news."

The old man glanced at the token thrown by Shen Fangliang, raised his eyes and glanced at Shen Fangliang, and said, "What's your surname?"

Shen Fangliang reported his name directly and said, "Shen Fangliang."

When the old man heard the name, he took the token directly and said, "Follow me."

The blade that struck Yin Risheng's head, the snow-white blade reflected Yin Risheng's frighteningly bright eyes, but the blade did not cut down, the blade stopped three inches above Yin Risheng's head, and could not cut any further.

Yin Risheng seemed to be unable to recover from the blank emotion of dying, and when he recovered, he saw Zhuo Yifeng who was looking at him helplessly not far away. Seeing Zhuo Yifeng, he naturally Then I saw Zhuo Yifeng holding the wrist of the man in black holding the knife.

It was Zhuo Yifeng who saved him.

Zhuo Yifeng firmly grasped the wrist of the man in black holding the knife, preventing the man in black from moving. The man in clothes fainted from the kick.

Looking at the man in black who had fainted on the ground, Zhuo Yifeng sighed, and said, "Does it take too long to be a killer with such skill?"