"Where is Di Ziyue?"

"Born by a man."

"He was injured?"

"Yes, I was shot in the chest."

"Have the group who was gone and the people who shot each other?"

"Yes, after a while, when the master was carried away, both sides ran away."

"Do you know anyone?"

"No, I ran in just now and ran towards the backyard."

When Wu Zenghua heard this, he stood up and walked quickly to the backyard.

Yan Qiaozhong followed him.

When I arrived at the backyard, a row of very obvious footprints appeared in the grass beside the wall.

"I jumped over the wall and ran away." Yan Qiaozhong said.

Wu Zenghua said nothing, and his eyes patrolled the wall.

The backyard wall was visually estimated to be about two meters high. In a grass, he found a wooden stick.

Wu Zenghua picked up the wooden stick and fiddled with it for a few times. He squatted down again, pulled open the grass and looked carefully.

"What's wrong?" Yan Qiaozhong came over.

"This depression is fresh, diagonally inward, it should be where the wooden stick is placed." Wu Zenghua poked the wooden stick into the depression, and the height of the wooden stick was placed just right in the middle of the wall.

He turned around and pointed at a row of footprints in the grass, restoring the scene: "With the help of running and strength, that man stepped on this stick on the point on the wall, grabbed the wall, and climbed over the wall."

Yan Qiao wanted to look up at the height of the wall, then look down at the height of the wooden stick, and gesture with one hand: "That person is at least half a head taller than you and me."

Wu Zenghua snorted coldly: "By this, can we catch people?"

"Just imagine it." Yan Qiaozhong made a climbing posture.

He stepped on the wooden stick and kicked it to the wooden stick.

The moment the wooden stick fell into the grass, Yan Qiaozhong was attracted by something.

He bent down and picked it up and saw it was a fake beard.

"God blesses."

Yan Qiaozhong and Wu Zenghua looked at each other and hurried back.

They found the servant whom they were asking about, held the beard and asked again, "Does the last man who ran out have a beard?"

“Yes, both upper and lower lips.”

"Send someone to ask outside the door and look for it little by little." Wu Zenghua said to Yan Qiaozhong.

The people from the Investigation Section and the Police Department all scattered and asked backwards one by one.

"Report, everyone living in Di Zhai asked. The last man had a beard, but after gunfire sounded on the street outside the yard, everyone ran away and could not find anyone to ask." The investigation department's question reported to Wu Zenghua.

"Then let's ask the shops along the street along the left and right sides of the house, there must be someone there." Wu Zenghua ordered.

"yes."

A few minutes later, the investigative department and the police station ran back to Di's house almost side by side and reported to Wu Zenghua and Yan Qiaozhong.

"Special commissioner, someone said that a man with a beard ran out an hour ago. According to him, he bought cigarettes, and the wooden box that bought cigarettes was thrown into a private room in the teahouse." A spy reported

"Director Yan is still the same teahouse. He asked our people to take away Zhang Sishou in Nanjing. He had a subordinate who fainted just now. Now he is awake, but the owner of the teahouse insisted that the police station take away Young Master Zhang, or was afraid of losing the person and being retaliated for revenge." A police report.

"Who takes revenge?" Wu Zenghua and Yan Qiaozhong asked at the same time.

"A man with a beard." The policeman stuttered.

The man who saved Mr. Zhang and the man they caught were beards, and he was afraid that he would say something wrong.

"Go and have a look." Wu Zenghua took the lead in walking out.

He and Yan Qiao usually dominate.

After the two walked into the water cloud together, the teahouse owner clapped his hands and was anxiously wandering around.

"Sir." His eyes wandered in Wu Zenghua and Yan Qiaozhong, one of whom was casual and the other was police uniform.

Who should I report it to?

"Say!" Wu Zenghua asked with a gloomy face.

The teahouse owner quickly aimed at the target, nodded and bowed at Wu Zenghua, and described in detail the situation of his life today.

"Where is Mr. Zhang?" Wu Zenghua asked.

He could probably match this Mr. Zhang Si.

"Here." The teahouse owner has placed Zhang Peifeng in the most luxurious room in the entire teahouse.

A room where you rest and smoke.

Wu Zenghua pushed the door open and it was him.

"Fourth Young Master, how are you?" He asked in surprise and worry.

"Fortunately, why are you here?" Zhang Peifeng just woke up.

"Catch one, one..." Wu Zenghua could not give the last man accurate.

He didn't know what the last man was? What did he do? Why did he go back to Di's house?

"Assassin." Yan Qiaozhong rescued Wu Zenghua from the side.

"Assassin? Is it the one who attacked me?" Zhang Peifeng asked gritted his teeth.

"Does Mr. Zhang Si know who is the one who attacks you?" Yan Qiao asked.

Zhang Peifeng's name is right.

At this time, he understood what the teahouse owner under his subordinates asked him to pick up Mr. Zhang Si.

Whether he wants it or not, he has to come.

Therefore, he might as well be more positive.

"A man named Wu Ge." Zhang Peifeng said.

"Aren't you a man with a beard? The house next door was slaughtered. The last man to enter Di's house was a man with a beard. We are catching him." Wu Zenghua explained.

"The person with a beard?" Zhang Peifeng touched his chin.

"No one can catch him." Scorpion, who had been quietly guarding Zhang Peifeng, spoke.
Chapter completed!