No Pollution, No Public Harm

Chapter 24

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Gan Qing glanced down at the phone, and after a while, there were already more than 20 unread WeChat messages, all of which were from "Is Zhong or Qi". In the symbol, the messager was trying to stop her from slipping.

At first, he was forcefully aware of reason, and then subtly moved with emotion. He talked about personal choices from the overall social situation, and from public order and good customs to resisting violence. At a glance, he knew that the person on the account was definitely not Liu Zhongqi's child.

"Too good to say." Gan Qing thought.

Yu Lanchuan was sweating profusely in the chilling late autumn, and the messages he sent were always in vain. Finally, the line "The other party is typing..." popped up on the phone.

Yu Lanchuan's breath stagnated, staring at the screen, every second being dragged infinitely long.

She is back! What will she say

"Don't mind your own business"

"I've already done it"

Or... Is it possible that she was actually persuaded by him

After a while, Gan Qing's message finally came, and she sent an obscene WeChat emoji - "Bow your head to the force of the naughty force".

Yu Lanchuan: "…"

Is there something wrong!

Gan Qing put away the phone, picked up a pebble, raised his hand and flicked the glass window beside him.

The three women and one man in the room were startled at the same time, and the middle-aged woman rushed to the window: "Who!"

The small courtyard of the homestay filled with debris was empty. The palm-sized sycamore leaves fell in a swirling motion, making a rustling noise. Before they could check around, a man who was leaning against the wall fell straight to the ground. It came down, hitting the ground with a muffled sound.

"Brother!"

The man who escaped from Courtyard No. 110 was bundled into a zongzi. His glasses were shattered to the extent that there was only one frame left. His left arm and right leg were unnaturally rolled up. The most terrifying thing was that there was a familiar red line around his neck. .

He was face down, motionless, and didn't know if he was dead or alive.

"Who! Who!"

"Excuse me," Gan Qing asked politely, "What does 'Wan Muchun' written on this wooden sign mean?"

The middle-aged woman suddenly raised her head and took a deep breath. Several of them were there, and she didn't realize that there was someone else in the yard until the other party made a sound and came out of the shadow of the small house - as if to satirize them, Gan Qing also wore a long hooded coat, the hood drooped down, almost covering half of her face, and she also wore a mask like theirs.

Alone...or a woman

There is an old saying in walking the rivers and lakes. It seems that the weaker the person, the less you can mess with, because there are not so many lucky fools and bold people in the world. When unreasonable people appear in unreasonable places, there must be demons.

Gan Qing paced over, stood at the window, and threw what was in his hand on the ground—it was the wooden tablet that was broken in two.

The three women and one man collectively followed the movement and looked at it: "The tablet of the ancestor, you are courting death!"

The middle-aged woman reached out her hand to stop her companion: "Friend, I don't think you look like a scorpion, which one are you from?"

Gan Qing took out a long strip of cloth from her pocket, a bit like the "hand wrapped" in Muay Thai. She smiled and carefully wrapped the cloth around her right hand, securing the dead wood-like fingers for protection. Good: "Me? Passing by, just curious."

"Wan Muchun is our teacher," the middle-aged woman said coldly. "Our ancestors had one of the five uniques. We walked a bright and upright road, and what we did was to hoe the strong and help the weak. My friend, since you don't know anything. You know, why did you break our patriarch's tablet and hurt my brother?"

"Really," Gan Qing said with a smile in her voice, but the corners of her eyes were not bent, "I saw a group of police chasing him just now, and I thought he was a wanted criminal."

The man in the room said irritably, "What are the police!"

The middle-aged woman waved her hand: "Girl, there are a lot of injustices in the world, some things the police don't want to take care of, and some things they can't take care of. What they don't care about, we do things for heaven, but they want to say that we violate the law and discipline. , is there any reason for this?"

"I thought that those who dared to say the words 'acting for the heavens' now have no control over artificial rainfall." Gan Qing said, "Is it counted as seducing and assisting others to kill?"

"It's scum," another woman in the room interjected excitedly, "We're saving her!"

Gan Qing raised an eyebrow.

"Since you know what we are doing, then I know that people don't speak secretly," the middle-aged woman said, "How many men beat their wives as sandbags, and outsiders also mediate family conflicts and persuade them not to leave? In the news, the man who beat his wife to death was sentenced for several years. It was unbearable abuse. How was the sentence for the woman who slaughtered those beasts? Maybe you are powerful and have never suffered this kind of torture, but you are also a woman, you see and hear this If you don’t have any sympathy for putting yourself in the situation? Even without us, she will one day go down this road. At that time, she may be hurt by the other party because she can’t beat the scumbag. Even if she is lucky, no one will Help her deal with the aftermath, and she will end up in jail for the rest of her life!"

"Oh, then how are you going to 'act for heaven'?" Gan Qing said, "First help her dispose of the man's body, and then let her go to the man's company for leave and resign in the name of his wife, and then transfer as quickly as possible. Property, money laundering and realization, one-stop service. But a big living person disappears, it won't take long for her to hide, she is a desperate murderer, she has no ability to survive independently, she will have to join you in the future and rely on you for shelter - her family has a house and a car, Children can afford a bilingual kindergarten, can afford to rent a school district in the city center, and have a lot of property, right?"

"You spit out blood!"

"The cost is a bag of medicinal powder, the rent for a few days, and the profit is hundreds of millions. It's really a good deal." Gan Qing laughed and kicked the wooden sign, "'Wanmuchun' has humiliated everyone. These three I do know a little about the origin of the word, so I might as well tell you."

"Wan Muchun, originally called 'Wan Chun Tang', originated in the Southern Song Dynasty. At the beginning, he was in the business of killing people to buy his life. He did all kinds of dirty work. It was notorious for a time. Scattered everywhere, only ancient killing techniques have been passed down. At the end of the Qing Dynasty, there was a figure who improved the ancient killing techniques of Wanchun Hall and organized them into a systematic and unique kung fu 'Paoding Jie Niu', independent portal 'Wanmuchun', learning In his kung fu, he doesn't try to be aggressive, fight ruthlessly, compete with others, and be chivalrous. He goes out to death and sees blood to seal his throat." The female voice with a slightly smoky voice articulates clearly and slowly, like a patient museum docent. However, for some unknown reason, the autumn wind that swept through seemed to be cooler, "hissing" with a fishy smell coming up from the ground, "Because it was too vicious, in his later years, his disciples were in civil strife, killing each other, this old senior was very sad and furious. After that, I personally took action to clean up the door and set a rule that Wan Muchun can only accept one disciple per generation."

"What did you say just now? This is the tablet of the 'Patriarch'? But I think Ding Xingwang, a noble man, doesn't look like it was passed down through generations." Gan Qing said this, put the phone behind her, and pressed the send button. , "Don't be... Mistaken father, right?"

Yu Lanchuan's mobile phone, who had already arrived near the "Igloo", vibrated a bit—a WeChat friend "Big Liar" sent a shared location!

In the small courtyard of the homestay, a layer of cold air jumped up the middle-aged woman's back: "Who the hell are you?"

"Passers-by," Gan Qing replied, "I crack down on fakes."

Her voice fell, and the middle-aged woman suddenly moved her hand—she suddenly closed the window!

Almost at the same time, Gan Qing sent his left hand forward, and a metal object in the palm of his hand got in through the crack of the window, hitting the woman's wrist like a poisonous snake. The middle-aged woman screamed and the window snapped open.

Gan Qing jumped up, and the man in the room lifted the wooden chair and swung it towards her.

Gan Qing seemed to laugh softly. She had already stepped on the window lattice with one foot. She flipped up extremely nimbly, rose into the air, brushed aside the smashed chair, and pushed up with the legs of the chair. disappeared.

The sound of the window shattering alarmed the people in the hotel. The cleaner and waiter who was dozing off panicked and stuck his head out: "What's going on, what's going on? Ah! Why is there a dead person in the yard!"

The middle-aged woman made a decisive decision: "Come on!"

"What about Senior Brother?"

"Don't worry about it, talk about it when you have a chance, hurry up!"

The other two women and one man in the room grabbed their backpacks at the same time, pulled out all kinds of weapons—electric batons and machetes—and rushed to the door.

The door suddenly opened, and the fingers tied with the cloth were buckled on the door frame.

Middle-aged woman: "Be careful, she has a hidden weapon in her hand!"

The electric baton and the machete greeted Gan Qing's face at the same time. She almost turned into an afterimage, and slipped through the crack of the pinch unharmed. It bounced to the companion next to him under control, and before he had time to let go of the power, he was hitting his companion's wrist with the knife.

Gan Qing: "I want to kill you..."

The one with the machete ate a "100,000 volts" off guard, and fell to the ground as soon as it got dark. The person holding the electric baton accidentally injured his companion, and before he recovered, there was a sudden sharp pain in his elbow. The electric baton immediately let go and was caught by Gan Qing. The man in the room rushed over with the swinging stick. Knowing how to use the electric baton, she hurriedly used it as an ordinary weapon to block a few times, and the insulating shell suddenly cracked. With a "tsk", she slammed the electric baton into the man's arms.

The man with the swinging stick ducked back subconsciously, his stomach shrank, his center of gravity turned back, and his foot flew to his side, with a buzzing sound in his ear, and he lay down in a whirl.

Gan Qing: "A handful of melon seeds is enough, do you still need a hidden weapon?"

At this moment, there was a sudden gust of wind in her ear, and Gan Qing suddenly took a half step backward. A small metal crossbow arrow passed her by and scratched her sleeve. When she turned around, she saw that she was beaten by her. The middle-aged woman with a broken wrist was holding a small crossbow on her arm, pointing at her from a few steps away.

Gan Qing was amazed: "I said, how did you pass the security check?"

Everyone in the homestay was alarmed, and someone in the courtyard shouted, "Murder, call the police!"

"Who are you living in this ghost place, a pyramid selling organization!"

The middle-aged woman's forehead was covered in cold sweat, and the metal arrow on the crossbow shot at Gan Qing from a very close distance. There was a sound of "hum". Qing could only hide on the other side. At the same time, the woman who had just let go of the electric baton took a breath, picked up her companion's machete, and slashed at Gan Qing's back, which was exactly the direction she was avoiding!

And that crossbow can still fire in bursts, the metal arrows with great strength are chasing after them, and they are not afraid of accidentally hurting their companions!

Gan Qing gave a knife sideways, raised his hand to hold the knife holder's wrist and neck, and pulled down sharply, the man heard a "click" of his own bones, almost had the illusion that his neck was broken, and he was out of control. He rushed forward, and Gan Qing subconsciously followed the opponent's inertia, pushed the man behind him to the arrow, and shot the killer—

At this moment, a wooden stick smashed in from the window, and Dangdang hit the middle-aged woman's arm righteously. The crossbow let go, Gan Qing's pupils shrank slightly, and her wrist, which was covered with cloth, suddenly slid. The man in his hand pressed down. The crossbow arrow rubbed the cheekbone of the woman with the knife, and was only an inch away from the left eye socket, and shot through Gan Qing's coat.

Yu Lanchuan turned in through the smashed window, kicked the crossbow off the ground, and restrained the middle-aged woman who was trying to pick up the crossbow. Scared crazy: "Gan Qing!"

Gan Qing let go and threw the stunned woman to the ground, and took off the crossbow bolt from her coat - fortunately, she was thin, and her clothes were loose.

"Oh, what a risk," she muttered. "My pants were almost knocked off."

Yu Lanchuan: "…"

When Gan Qing saw Yu Lanchuan, she was not surprised at all, and smiled at him: "Master Yu has a good sense of direction, I thought you would have to look for a while."

Yu Lanchuan came back to his senses and poured a breath of air into his lungs: "Are you crazy! You know their old nest, why didn't you call the police? Who do you think you are? Spider-Man!"

Spider-Man just got caught!

Gan Qing shrank her neck and leaned back: "I..."

Just as she was about to speak, a siren sounded outside the homestay, and the police came faster than expected.

"...I knew you had to bring foreign aid." Gan Qing sighed and blinked at Yu Lanchuan, "Little Master Yu, you've come all the way, help to the end."

Yu Lanchuan: "What..."

"I don't want to deal with the police, so you can just say that this was settled by you. Don't worry, I have my senses, there are no casualties, and the one in the courtyard is also angry." In a few words, Gan Qing had already jumped out of the window, clawed The window lattice turned up to the second floor of the B&B, and the figure disappeared in a flash on the roof, "I'll invite you to dinner tomorrow with your salary!"

Mr. Yu, who was "courageous for justice", looked at the mess in this house with no expression on his face.

fart! Yu Yan has known him since elementary school, and he never fights with more than two opponents!