Yang An didn't answer, cried for a while before whispering:

"When I arrived at the scene, my third sister and Shou Ge were already dead. A murderer was cleaning the scene. He was very skilled and I was very hard to win. I barely beat him but was shot in the leg by the accomplice who suddenly arrived. After I counterattacked with a gun, I failed to leave his accomplice and let him run away."

Bang!

A Chong let go of his hands, and the sack fell to the ground. He seemed to have experienced it with Yang An, and said in a deep voice:

"The murderer is in the bag. Master Yang and I went one step late, but unfortunately we were unable to leave other murderers."

Captain Wang was so angry that he pushed Yang An hard, but did not push him. Then he walked to the sack and poured Li Yan out.

He remembered that Li Yan's face was 70% or 80% similar to the one depicted in the portrait, and he was sure to be one of the murderers.

"You killed him?" Captain Wang's fingers didn't feel Li Yan's breathing, and he raised his head with a frown.

"Yes, I killed people. His kung fu is very powerful. I beat him to death with all my strength, otherwise I would be the one who died." Yang An's eyes were dim and he was so beautiful that he could hide the more obscure flaws.

A Chong sighed and said, "Master Yang cannot blame him for being too serious. In that situation at that time, either you die or I die. Whoever dares to hold back is the one who lie down."

Captain Wang stared at Yang An's eyes for a long time, and then looked at A Chong who was talking to Yang An.

Then he asked a few questions that seemed insignificant, and asked Yang An to put down his third sister and Shou Ge, and ordered two policemen to look at Yang An and sent him to the hospital for treatment of a leg injury.

Yang An, who left the Jinlou, breathed a sigh of relief for a while. He was very surprised to speak to Ah Chong for helping him.

He has not yet investigated the reason.

Next, the police will definitely have strict interrogation of him and must think carefully about reasonable remarks.

After arriving at the hospital, Yang An followed the doctor's arrangement and took several hours to treat his leg injury step by step.

After prescribing the medicine, Yang An was in trouble while carrying the bag of medicine.

I couldn't even take out a silver dollar, so I could only turn my head and look at the policeman beside me:

"Brother, I rarely bring money. Can you help me pay for the medical expenses first? I will pay back the money after I withdraw it."

After hearing what Yang An said, the policeman did not hesitate and paid Yang An in advance for medical expenses.

"Thank you."

This policeman knew Yang An.

Yang An is now very well-known in Foshan. He defeated the Northern Baguazhang Master and the president of the Chinese Warrior Association, Miya Haneda, and has caused a sensation in Foshan and published a newspaper.

Entertainment news is no more than later generations. Such big news has appeared in the Chinese art world, and it soon became an interesting thing for people to chat after dinner.

"Master Yang, don't be polite. You have given us Foshan people a face. I am actually a kung fu enthusiast and want to learn some skills from you. My father is also a kung fu enthusiast, so he admires you."

Yang An nodded slightly, sighed, and made a show and said:

"So what if you have good kung fu? You can't save so many dead brothers, and you can't stop the gun. Alas..."

He said that, and walked out without much thought of chatting.

The two policemen looked at each other and did not speak again since then, unwilling to bother Yang An.

They returned to Jinlou and Uncle Deng and other senior executives of the Jingwu Association, all of whom were present and looked sad.

Yang An's tears flowed down again in an instant, and he was really immersed in the play.

But just as he was about to say something, he saw Yuan San and Little Walnut running over.

Yuan San was frightened by Yang An's appearance of bandages tied to his legs. His eyes were wet in an instant. He grabbed Yang An's hand and said carelessly:

"Master Yang, why are you injured?"

"I'm fine. You are very brave. You will definitely become a man who stands tall in the future." Yang An rubbed Yuan San's head.

"Well! I will definitely work hard to become a master of kung fu like Master Yang!" Yuan San nodded vigorously, feeling warm in his heart.

Yang An pulled Yuan San to approach Uncle Deng and did not speak anymore.

All that should be said has been said, it is unknown whether the development of things will continue smoothly as you expected.

Uncle Deng seemed to trust Yang An very much and whispered:

"You did a good job in this, but unfortunately you didn't save his life. Do you remember the other murderer's appearance?"

"Remember."

"Okay." Uncle Deng then ordered someone to find a painter to depict the false murderer's appearance made up by Yang An.

...

So many people died in Jingwuhui in a row, so in order to capture the murderer, almost all members of Foshan were sent.

The police also dispatched a large number of people to martial law throughout the city and investigated them from house to house.

The incident fermented quickly and had a bad impact. Many newspapers quickly published the incident, causing some panic.

The city hall was furious and issued an order requiring the police chief to close the case within three days.

The bureau was under great pressure, and the orders were passed down one after another, and almost all the police looked sad.

As Yang An expected, he was still taken into the bureau by the police.

After four hours of rigorous interrogation, Yang An, who had endured a variety of inducements, was still very clear-headed and his speech and actions were orderly.

Apart from not telling the story of killing Shou Ge and the shuttle system, it can be said that the colors of underwear were all told.

But there are some lies in these words.

True or false is often more convincing than full truth.

Moreover, he had some evidence of Yuan San, A Chong, dog certificate, little walnut, and death certificate, Li Yan, which further ruled out his suspicion.

But even so, the police will revoke his surveillance after the case is settled.

Today, Yang An felt that he had a high probability of spending the night in the bureau.

Because of his reputation and Uncle Deng asked for help, he said hello, so the police arranged a single room for him.

The police who knew him were more polite to him. Many people asked about Kung Fu, and some said they wanted to learn Kung Fu as their teacher.

Yang An agreed to make friends with a lot of friendship, the policeman who intended to become a disciple, provided that he could open a martial arts school.

"Master Yang, have a meal!"

The policeman who brought the food, named Chen Jinyuan, was one of the policemen who wanted to become disciples.

Although hot weapons are rampant now, there are quite a few people who want to learn real kung fu but have no way to learn it.

Chen Jinyuan is one of them very enthusiastic.

He opened the prison door, placed the dining plate on the small table in the single room, rubbed his hands with some excitement:

"Master Yang, you promised to pass on my kung fu, and you would pass on me both ways after dinner?"

Yang An laughed:

"Learning kung fu cannot be achieved quickly, and learning a superficial posture is not very useful."

He said as he saw Chen Jinyuan showing a disappointed expression and continued:

"However, the Baji boxing type is different from other kung fu. After being improved by our master, it is more suitable for ordinary people to get started."

"I wonder if you have ever heard such a saying, 'Tai Chi will not go out for ten years, and Baji will kill people in one year'?"

"I haven't heard of it, but now I know. Can I really kill someone after studying for a year of Baji?" Chen Jinyuan's eyes shone and he clenched his fists excitedly.

"Kung Fu is a killing skill, and Baji is even more so, but I won't teach you for the time being." Yang An sat on a small round stool, picked up the chopsticks and ate the dish, and the taste was OK.

"Didn't you agree to me? Why don't you teach me again?" Chen Jinyuan said angrily.

"The reason why I don't teach you now is that I don't want you to learn kung fu and act recklessly. If you kill a good person, I will be blamed." Yang An whispered nonsense, but actually didn't care about such things.

Chen Jinyuan thought about it and thought it made sense.

Moreover, I heard from the elders in my family that powerful kung fu is about inheritance. If you want to learn real kung fu, you must hand over tea and become a disciple, kneel three times and nine times.

"Master Yang, when you open a martial arts school, I will definitely be the first to become a disciple!"

Yang An responded softly and buried his head in a big mouthful of food.

Chen Jinyuan was serving him diligently, and he really liked kung fu and wanted to learn how to truly kill people.

"Master Yang, do you want a bottle of wine?"

“No need.”

Yang An finished the meal quickly and saw Chen Jinyuan carrying the plate out, not even locking the prison door, and he couldn't help but smile.

I feel so relieved about him.

Are you not afraid of escaping from prison?

Then Yang An went to bed and lay down, asked the system, and understood the number of redemption points and the new products that were opened after the permissions were increased.

The most important thing is that he can not only choose any of the skills learned by Li Yan as a reward!

And as long as you kill five "walking in all realms", you can build a time and space gate in the world you have traveled through!

This is a very gratifying result, which makes him feel more happy and happy!
Chapter completed!