He Has a Dragon

Wang Le thought about it for a while and then forgot about the Lefang fire that killed eighteen people. 【First release】

Because this kind of case, and it seems to be a serial murder case, it is very difficult to solve it in a short time.

Often the more vicious and brutal a case is, the more difficult it is to solve it. The most important reason is that the murderer is elusive and has means that ordinary people don't have.

If we remove the distinction between good and evil, right and wrong, Wang Le can be regarded as a fellow-minded person.

The difference between Wang Le and the murderer is that he never kills innocent people indiscriminately, only those who deserve to be killed.

The so-called chivalrous people use force to break the ban. No matter how time and space change, from the cold weapon era of thousands of years to the hot weapons after the emergence of gunpowder in modern times, China, this ancient civilized land, has never been short of great hidden heroes like Wang Le. An extraordinary person in this world.

However, the concept of chivalry is very important. Mr. Jin Yong said that a great chivalrous person serves the country and the people.

In Gu Long's works, downplaying right and wrong has always been the grudge of the prodigal son. What he advocates is personal freedom, and this concept runs through Gu Long's entire martial arts world.

It can be said that these two have completely different interpretations of Xia, and they have both reached the extreme.

Wang Le prefers some cologne, because every man has a bohemian, restless, and always turbulent red heart.

If he had been born before the Tang Dynasty, he would have been a peerless knight wandering around the desert borders, riding horses and shooting arrows to kill powerful enemies, or killing people in the bustling city.

It is a pity that Young Master Wang is a good young man who grew up under the red flag and wore the five stripes. It can only be said that he was born at the wrong time.

Now, if he wants to kill someone, he can only do it secretly in the dark night. Otherwise, even if he, Young Master Wang, has a great background, he will eventually have to go to the cell to do it.

Getting back to business, Wang Le sat back in front of the computer, closed the forum page, and started looking for the latest Hong Kong TVB dramas to watch.

But soon, Mr. Wang discovered that whether it was because his tastes had become more picky, or because TVB had lost too many scriptwriters and actors, he had not watched any of the latest dramas because they were too Too shoddy!

"I'm really a fucking loser."

Wang Le turned off the player and cursed in frustration.

After leaving the bedroom, the weather in Feicheng has entered early summer.

The temperature began to rise. Wang Le took out a can of iced Pepsi from the refrigerator and took a big gulp.

Wang Le, who was sitting on the sofa in the living room, was a little upset and agitated. He wanted to practice during this idle time, but he couldn't find the interest.

Regarding cultivation, Wang Le knew not to force it, so he gave up the idea.

Lighting a cigarette, Wang Le began to lose consciousness, thinking wildly about some things, and giggling from time to time.

Wang Le spent the entire morning sitting stupidly in the living room. It was around lunch time that he came back to his senses. He collected his fluctuating thoughts and regained his composure. Then he stood up, took out the ingredients from the refrigerator, and entered the kitchen to start. Cook.

When Wang Le put the prepared two meat dishes, one vegetable dish and one seaweed egg soup on the table one after another and was about to eat, his cell phone on the sofa rang.

"Who is it? You really know how to pick your time."

Wang Le muttered as he walked to the sofa in the living room, picked up his cell phone and connected the call.

"Hello, who's there?" Wang Le asked directly when he saw that it was an unfamiliar number from Feicheng.

"I'm your old friend. Excuse me. Are you at home this weekend?"

A low, magnetic baritone voice came from the phone that sounded familiar to Wang Le.

"Uh!" Wang Le's face suddenly dropped. He knew who it was, and it was definitely up to no good!

"You don't go to the Three Treasures Hall for anything. You know that I'm at home, but you still ask hypocritically. If you have any questions, hurry up, but let's say it first. I've always been law-abiding, and I haven't done anything bad!"

After Wang Le finished speaking angrily, he added another sentence and asked: "Aren't you sent by the organization to monitor and investigate me at the end of every year? Why are you showing up now?"

The man on the other end of the phone laughed and said, "I'm just downstairs. Let's talk when we get up."

After saying that, the man hung up the phone.

Wang Le shook his head in distress. This was really a big problem that couldn't be shaken off. It was as annoying as a fly. It was so helpless and tight!

After a while, the doorbell rang, and Wang Le opened the door.

"Uncle is really good at choosing the right time. Just as lunch was being prepared, you caught up."

Wang Le narrowed his eyes and stared at the bearded No. 2 standing outside the door. He had not seen him for half a year and said.

No. 2 squeezed in the door without any politeness at all, and said with a smile: "I have always wanted to try your cooking skills again. In the middle of the night last winter, you gave me and my colleagues the three-fresh pot, and it still tastes good to this day." It’s an endless aftertaste!”

Immediately, No. 2 reached out and took Wang Le's hand, holding it and saying: "I have never introduced myself. My name is Wu Ye'an. I am now in charge of the Jiangnan Secrecy Bureau in compliance with the orders from my superiors."

Although Wang Le's face was very ugly and his mouth was not forgiving, he actually had a good impression of this middle-aged man who was fighting on the intelligence and diplomacy front. After all, they had fought side by side and killed little Japs.

Wang Le found a bottle of Yanghe Dream Blue from the cabinet and put it on the table. On that night last winter, Mr. Wang not only gave a three-fresh pot, but also a bottle of wine. It was this Yanghe Dream Blue.

The two sat across from each other, then clinked glasses, drank the wine dry, and then refilled it.

Wu Ye'an tore open the peanut packaging bag that Wang Le had just taken out from the refrigerator, poured it into the empty plate on the dining table, and then started eating by himself.

"Hey, uncle, don't tell me that you don't even have a bite to eat now, so you came all the way here to eat and drink!?"

Wang Le ate a piece of braised pork ribs, spit out the bones, and said with a smile on his face.

I saw Wu Ye'an take a sip of wine, and then asked with a smile: "Can't you?"

Mr. Wang shrugged his shoulders and replied nonchalantly: "Of course, I'm short of everything here, except rice and liquor. "

After a pause, Wang Le changed the topic and said calmly: "But our friendship is not to the point of caring about your three meals a day, uncle."

Wu Ye'an put down the chopsticks in his hand, his expression changed, he became very serious, and asked abruptly: "Did you start the fire in Lefang?"

"Uh!" Wang Le suddenly had three black lines on his forehead and was completely speechless!

After being silent for about ten seconds, Wang Lecai replied angrily: "I just read about the Lefang fire from the Internet. Besides, it seems that the murderer came from the coast. This is something that I can't deal with." , don’t spit on others!"

"Lefang is my mother's hometown and the place where I was born. If I wanted to kill someone, I wouldn't choose this place!"

After Wang Le finished speaking, he drank the wine in the glass in one gulp and began to immerse himself in eating. He was too lazy to talk to Wu Ye'an again.

P.S.

I agreed to give the number 1515917347. My friend named Jie will update it today. Well, it’s finally done. Good night.

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