Uniformed police, mobile units, O detectives, and CID agents all set out from different police stations, but drove in the same direction.

Although no one turned on the sirens, the police cars were seen whizzing through the city streets, and the police inside the cars were all stunned. Occasionally, pedestrians saw these people and felt like swords were being unsheathed and thunder was coming. Even if there was only the noise of traffic in their ears, they seemed to hear the roar of thunderstorms and the sharp sound of swords breaking through the air in their minds.

Nearly half an hour later, a building in an upscale community was completely surrounded by white-red and white-green police cars with different functions.

Although there were no sirens, the lights were flashing. The children playing in the community park all sensed the unusual atmosphere and stopped making noises, keeping quiet and looking away.

Soon, the children were quickly taken home by their families, and the elderly who were exercising by banging their backs against trees in the green belt also quietly disappeared. Only a circle of majestic police cars and the quiet building were left in a silent confrontation.

The "shock" part of Fang Zhenyue's "treat with courtesy" strategy was implemented very well.

It was also a bit too good!

Uncle Jiu sat in the driver's seat and quietly looked out the window of the building. He looked at the police cars and his colleagues around him. He felt safer and couldn't help muttering:

"It seems like the Third World War is about to start..."

Fang Zhenyue got out of the car first, made a gesture to Qiu Sushan, then turned around and nodded to Yi Jiayi and Xu Junhao.

Sir Xu's face was originally pale, but after getting out of the car, it turned red under the sun.

The three of them looked up at the dazzling sun above their heads and walked towards the building in silence.

Qiu Sushan suddenly thought of the sentence "The wind is whistling and the Yishui is cold", and hurriedly held back her thoughts. She just stared at their backs solemnly, standing firmly, and being their best help.

...

The weather in midsummer is very hot, and the iron roof of the car is smoking under the sun.

All the policemen surrounding Zhong Dazhi's house were unhappy. They felt stuffy sitting in the car and stood outside the car to bask in the sun.

Wearing a bulletproof vest was also uncomfortable. After standing there for a few minutes, they looked pale.

But no one dared to relax. Zhong Dazhi used to be very stable. It didn't mean anything if a few policemen visited his house.

Even if they were gang members, they were just trying to make money. No one wanted to quarrel with the police, as it would end badly.

But now it's different. Zhong Dazhi is already in his sixties. When he was young, he was busy fighting for territory and risking his life. He had no time to have two children, a son and a daughter.

He values ​​his son more than his own eyes. He only wants to hand over a stable world to his son after he is cleansed and ensure that he will be rich for the rest of his life.

Now that the old man has sent the young one away, he is still unstable. It is uncertain whether he will suddenly explode and die with someone.

Therefore, the more strict the police surrounding the building are, the more stable and polite Zhong Dazhi will be because of fear. Even if Zhong Dazhi wants to go crazy, the bodyguards at his house will have to consider whether they can get out alive. They will comfort Zhong Dazhi to some extent and dare not do anything reckless. After all, Zhong Dazhi lost his son and is heartbroken, but those young thugs still have their youth and future. They can't be killed here by the police for no reason.

Therefore, in order to protect Fang Zhenyue and others who went to see Zhong Dazhi, even if everyone is enthusiastic, they must keep a stern face and act bravely ready to fight at any time to scare the enemy.

…

After entering the building, Jiayi remained silent, but she was not just walking in a daze. She was constantly observing the surrounding terrain.

Remembering all the corners and every place where people could hide might not be useful, but it was what detectives had to do. The

person who registered the outside visitors here was not the old watchman, but a young housekeeper. He was wearing a suit and tie, smiling at everyone he saw, and looked very friendly and easy to talk to.

After the three of them finished registering, the housekeeper led the way to the elevator.

When they were still five or six steps away from the elevator, the elevator door suddenly opened, and a person leaned crookedly against the elevator.

The door opened, he raised his head lazily, then slowly looked at the people coming down, then walked out of the elevator, blocked the elevator door with one hand, and motioned to the three people:

"The distinguished guests have arrived, please come in."

But his tone did not sound very welcoming.

Fang Zhenyue ignored him, but Jiayi looked at him carefully.

The man was wearing a pair of flared jeans with a small bulge at the knee, showing that he had worn this pair of pants for a long time. He was wearing a pair of worn sandals on his feet, and the whole person looked sloppy and didn't care much.

He lightly held up his half-length hair, chewed gum in his mouth, and had a very unfriendly look. The moment he met Jiayi's eyes, he raised his eyebrows at her slightly.

When the detectives walked past him, he spat fiercely at the side.

Jiayi walked into the elevator and turned around, looking at the ground. The man did not spit out the gum in his mouth, but only spat. It was obvious that he was reluctant to part with the gum in his mouth. Maybe it still tasted sweet and delicious.

This detail made Jiayi less wary of him, and the tension in her heart was slightly relieved.

They are just ordinary people, with a head and two legs, not really ferocious. People are afraid of guns, so they don't look very fierce.

The four of them took the elevator up, and the man leaned on the other side, not shying away from looking at the three policemen.

Jiayi noticed that the man had his left hand in his pocket, with a bandage sticking out of his pocket. Seeing that he had dark skin, she immediately identified him as Liu Ziliang, the dark-skinned dragon among Zhong Dazhi's bodyguards. It

was said that Liu Ziliang and two other thugs were originally with Prince Tao when he died. Later, Prince Tao disappeared and his body was found in an alley. As a result, Liu Ziliang and the other two thugs who failed to protect Prince Tao were severely punished by Zhong Dazhi. The other two thugs had their palms cut off. Although Liu Ziliang's palm was not cut off, he also had three fingers cut off because he was a thug that Zhong Dazhi valued very much.

The exposed bandage should be the bandage that the doctor made for Liu Ziliang after he went to the hospital to have his fingers connected.

Thinking of how this idiot was treated like an animal by Zhong Dazhi, and how he still worked so hard for Zhong Dazhi and deliberately acted nonchalant in front of the police, Jiayi's fear of them became less and less.

After a person kills someone, perhaps there will be some changes.

At this moment, she didn't feel that scared. She even had a feeling of being out of the matter and looking down on everything.

In her eyes, the black-skinned Liu Ziliang who thought he was very cool and fierce was just a pure-blooded fool.

The four people stepped out of the elevator, and the door of the private room on the top floor was opened. Standing at the door was another young man with stubble, his left eyebrow cut off by a scar, and a vicious face.

Then this person must be another bodyguard, Chen Lihao.

Fang Zhenyue turned around to look at Yi Jiayi and Xu Junhao, and found that both of them were in good condition.

One of them really looked calm, not only was he not afraid, but he was also looking around with curiosity.

Although the other one clenched his fists, he tried to tighten his nerves and not show his fear in order not to lose the morale of the detectives.

"Please come in." Manniu took the gift boxes of fruits and other things handed over by Fang Zhenyue and Xu Junhao, stretched out his hand to gesture to the three pairs of slippers at the door, and then stepped aside.

He and Hei Pilong sandwiched the three detectives in the middle, but the three did not seem to notice this and put on slippers very naturally, as if they were not afraid at all.

Manniu looked at the three people for a few more times before inviting them into the house.

You have to know that people who usually come to see Mr. Zhong, even the old people who have experienced many life and death situations, are inevitably frightened by Zhong Dazhi's momentum and past experiences. No matter how hard they try to pretend to be neither humble nor arrogant, they are inevitably timid. These three people are not so bad.

After exchanging glances with Hei Pilong, Manniu led the three people around the entrance, through the living room, and walked to a small tea room.

Hei Pilong locked the door vigorously at the back, and there was even a click of the lock.

Jiayi looked back inadvertently and saw Hei Pilong walk out of the entrance, with his hands and feet crossed, standing at the entrance like an iron tower.

All the curtains in the house were drawn, as if they were worried that there was a sniper waiting for an opportunity in the distance.

Except for the living room and the small tea room, all the rooms were under control. Jiayi didn't know which rooms were occupied and which were vacant. In short, there was an inexplicable feeling of spookiness lingering around her, as if countless pairs of eyes were lurking in the dark and staring at her, and the doors were tightly closed, making it impossible for her to see them one by one. She

shuddered inexplicably.

Fang Zhenyue seemed to notice the change in her aura, and reached out to quietly squeeze her hand.

Jiayi felt his warm body temperature, and the chill that had just been forced out by the dark and cold mansion was suppressed again.

Xu Junhao turned his head, staring at the briefly clasped hands of Fang Zhenyue and Jiayi, swallowed dryly, pursed his lips, and revealed a regretful expression that he also wanted to comfort.

After the three entered the tea room, they saw a man with gray hair sitting inside, cutting and washing tea leaves with his head down.

Fang Zhenyue and the other two sat down at one end of the tea table under the arrangement of Manniu, facing Zhong Dazhi on the other side of the long tea table.

The tea room was very small, and Manniu stood at the door and stared at the three people. The cramped environment and the atmosphere deliberately created by Zhong Dazhi made the three people feel depressed.

But the three of them were very patient. Zhong Dazhi lowered his eyes and was busy making tea, so they sat quietly and were not in a hurry to disturb the host.

Jiayi sat upright, as if she was participating in an interview. She didn't look like an interviewer, but more like an interviewer. She did not hide her curiosity, and her eyes were always on Zhong Dazhi, never looking back.

After all, the man was in his sixties, with gray hair on his temples. When he lowered his head and slowly made tea, he showed a bit of elegance.

But his short gray hair was very thick, cut into a very tough flat top. His hair was very thick, so even though each strand was half a finger long, it still stood straight up and refused to lie softly on his scalp. No matter

how he worshipped Buddha, drank tea, or did other elegant things, there was still a lot of hostility between his eyebrows. There was no hair in the area above his ears, only a long scar, which was the most inconspicuous medal of his military exploits among his great reputation in his youth .

The hands that fiddled with the tea set had rough fingers, thick knuckles, and hard and bulging nails. Such hands were a little clumsy when making tea, but it was conceivable that when they were clenched into fists and hit people, it must be very painful.

He looked really fierce.

Jiayi finally saw enough, so she turned her eyes away and looked around.

At this moment, Zhong Dazhi raised his head and glanced at Yi Jiayi with interest.

"Inspector Fang." Zhong Dazhi finally broke the silence and spoke first. He stretched out his hand, passed over the bottles and jars on the table, and extended his hand to Fang Zhenyue in the white mist of hot tea.

Fang Zhenyue sat steadily and extended his hand to shake hands with him politely.

"Yi Shazhan." Zhong Dazhi cast his eyes on Jiayi again and extended his right hand formally.

Jiayi also followed Brother Yue's example and shook hands with him in a dignified manner.

"Who is this?" Zhong Dazhi looked at Xu Junhao.

"Xu Junhao, the forensic officer of the West Kowloon Serious Crime Unit." Fang Zhenyue introduced seriously.

"Sir Xu." Zhong Dazhi also extended his hand to others, but this time the hand he shook with was neither a thick and powerful hand full of threatening power, nor a warm and powerful hand, but a slender hand that was very stable but a little damp and cold.

Zhong Dazhi finally raised his lip slightly. If it weren't for the normal reaction of this Sir Xu, he almost thought that he was too old to have any intimidation.

He wiped his right palm that shook hands with the police officers with a handkerchief, then filled the teacups for the three people and extended his right hand to invite them to drink tea.

"I guess the three officers are here for my son, right? It's a pity that it's not the funeral day yet, you came too early." When the three people took a sip of hot tea, Zhong Dazhi's peaceful expression disappeared.

He put his arms on the table, looked at the three people unkindly, and said in a low voice like the roar of a beast:

"If you want to see the miserable state of the old widow Zhong Dazhi, it's too early. I still have a daughter, and it's not the end of my road yet.

"Sir Fang, I have seen all those guns and cannons of yours. Are they arranged in a circle?

"I have not broken any law or discipline. Even if you bring a tank over, what can you do to me?

"Hong Kong is a society ruled by law. Can the police kill people at will?

"I'm not afraid."

Xu Junhao's fists, which were pressed under the table and hung on his knees, had been clenched into a ball, and the joints were white.

It felt as if the beast opposite was about to bite him.

It's just a few harsh words and a glare, but it can actually trigger the same physical reaction as when humans are afraid of wild animals.

There really are such ruthless characters in human skin in this world.

"Mr. Zhong has misunderstood, we are not here to cause trouble." Fang Zhenyue did not seem to be afraid. He explained slowly and steadily. He neither accepted Zhong Dazhi's move to fight him head-on, nor did he show weakness because of the pressure from the other party.

He was indifferent, put the teacup gently on the table, and then said:

"We don't really want to disturb Mr. Zhong, but we have a duty to perform and we can't help ourselves.

"Everyone knows what kind of person Mr. Zhong is. How dare we youngsters come and show off like fools? We were really shocked by his reputation, so we had to ask so many people to escort us and bring fruits to see him.

"Since Mr. Zhong knows the identities of Yi Shazhan and me, he must know that we both belong to the serious crime team, not O-Triad.

"How powerful you are or how big your industry is has nothing to do with us, and I have no intention of asking.

"We CID just received a report of someone being murdered, and we came to see the legendary victim, Mr. Zhong Chuantao."

"Sir Fang, let's be frank, Ah Tao has been killed, there is no need for me to say more, right? "Zhong Dazhi lowered his eyebrows, and when he mentioned his son's name, his face unconsciously revealed a hint of old age.

"Mr. Zhong, you pay so much tax every year, you should let the Hong Kong police do something for you." Fang Zhenyue said immediately.

"Not necessarily, I have arranged everything myself." Zhong Dazhi snorted and chuckled, poured himself a cup of tea, and said calmly:

"This is Bamboo Leaf Green Tea from the mainland. I heard that it is grown in the most beautiful bamboo forest in Sichuan. It is very elegant, I like it very much, you should try it more. "

Jia Yi followed suit and drank the second half of the cup. In the eyes of people who know tea, it can be called a gulp of tea.

Zhong Dazhi glanced at the half cup of tea left in Yi Jia Yi's cup and smiled softly.

Just when Fang Zhenyue was about to continue to talk about the topic, Zhong Dazhi suddenly frowned again and said in a cold tone:

"I haven't sealed Ah Tao's coffin yet. Once I get the coffin pad, I can seal the coffin and bury him. If the police officers really want to attend Ah Tao's funeral, they can come and see him off then. I will send an invitation to the police station."

Jia Yi frowned unconsciously when she heard the words "seal the coffin and bury him". She suddenly remembered some movie plots she had seen in later generations. She suddenly widened her eyes and asked in a low voice:

"Mr. Zhong, you don't want to use the body of Bald D as a coffin pad, do you? "

Isn't it said outside that the person who killed Prince Tao was Bald D?

Did Zhong Dazhi want to kill Bald D, then press his body under Prince Tao's body and bury them together in a coffin?

Zhong Dazhi was suddenly asked by Yi Jiayi and was stunned.

He probably didn't expect that the policeman opposite him would have such a guess.

After a few seconds, he came to his senses, pursed his lips and smiled, his eyebrows and eyes flew up, bringing out a very fierce and vicious look.

He looked directly at Yi Jiayi, and he almost agreed with her guess . He raised his lips and didn't answer, and at the same time he showed some ambiguous disagreement.

Jiayi vaguely saw something in his eyes.

She licked her lips and gradually pulled up a surprised expression:

Could it be that Zhong Dazhi didn't want the body of Bald D, but a living person?

He wouldn't want to nail the living Bald D into the coffin to press the coffin for Prince Tao...