big shot
The investigation team has two main investigation directions: one is the identity background of the murderer Wang Xian and the reason why he is not afraid of guns and bullets; the other investigation direction is the origin of the mysterious silver-faced man who suddenly appeared.
Now that Wang Xian is dead, the interest in him has naturally decreased a lot. The focus of the investigation team is more inclined to the latter, and the topic they discuss the most is also the topic of the silver-masked man.
"Is that silver-masked man a monster?" Someone asked Ding Ling just as he sat down at the top of the conference table.
"Probably, otherwise how could it be so powerful?" Another police officer lit a cigarette for himself, and then said.
"That's right, the murderer Wang Xian is a monster. The silver-masked man killed Wang Xian with just one blow. What is it if it's not a monster?"
"Monsters? Where do monsters come from in the world?"
"That guy is so powerful and can fly in the sky. What else can he be if he isn't a monster? Could it be a fairy?"
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At this time Tang Lei suddenly smiled and interjected: "Perhaps the silver-masked man is someone we know, wearing a silver mask just to conceal his identity."
Zhao Rui was startled. He didn't expect Tang Lei to be able to think of it to such an extent. If he guessed in this way, it would be a bit disadvantageous for him.
So, he joked with a smile: "Tang Lei, the silver-masked man doesn't know you are relatives."
When the others heard this, they all found it amusing and burst out laughing, and Tang Lei laughed too.
After laughing for a while, the meeting continued, Zhao Rui saw that everyone was talking nonsense, but their faces were calm, and he felt funny in his heart.
These people's guesses are too unreliable.
However, he didn't make a sound, just watched the show in silence. The more outrageous these people's guesses were, the more beneficial it would be to conceal their identities from him.
The meeting lasted for more than an hour, Ding Ling saw that he still had no clue, and gradually became impatient.
She knocked on the table to signal everyone to be quiet, and then cast her eyes on Zhao Rui: "Zhao Rui, although this is your first time participating in the discussion, if you have any opinions, you can say so."
"I don't have an opinion." Zhao Rui shrugged. He was telling the truth. He really didn't have any opinion on himself. "I'm just interested in the background and origin of that horrible murderer—Wang Xian. I want to go to Wang Xian's In Jiangping Village, where he lives, let’s conduct an on-the-spot investigation to find out who Wang Xian is and why he became so fierce and powerful. In addition, we may also see a silver-masked man there. Personally, I think that since he suddenly Appearing in front of Wang Xian and killing him should be a planned event, he might also be interested in Wang Xian's background."
After hearing this, Ding Ling lowered his head and thought about it carefully. He felt that it made sense, so he reached out his hand and nodded to Zhao Rui, agreeing to Zhao Rui's proposal: "Okay! You can go to Jiangping Village tomorrow! If there is nothing else, the meeting will be adjourned now." .”
Everyone stood up and left the meeting room.
Zhao Rui returned home from get off work, and after dinner, he began to pack up his belongings and prepare for going to Jiangping Village the next day.
Walking into the bedroom and opening the closet, he was about to pick up two changes of clothes when his cell phone rang suddenly, it was Ding Ling calling.
Zhao Rui pressed the answer button, and Ding Ling's cold voice came from the other end of the phone.
Ding Ling told him that things had changed suddenly, and instead of going to Jiangping Village tomorrow, he would come directly to the conference room on the fifth floor of the police station, where the investigation team usually holds meetings.
Zhao Rui was very surprised by this, so he asked Ding Ling the reason, but Ding Ling didn't answer directly, but told him that he would naturally know when he came to the police station tomorrow.
After hanging up the phone, Zhao Rui stood quietly at the same spot with his mobile phone in his hand, thinking about what happened, which caused his itinerary to change.
However, after thinking about it for a long time, I couldn't figure out the reason, so I simply stopped thinking about it.
There was nothing to say all night, and the next morning, he took a taxi to the police station as usual.
The police station building is newly built, very modern and beautiful. Outside the arc-shaped building, there is a circular square with a very large area. An automatic retractable door separates the police station from the outside world.
Zhao Rui asked the driver to stop at the gate, paid the fare, and walked inside.
As soon as he arrived at the door, the harsh car horn sounded suddenly behind him.
As a cultivator, Zhao Rui had a keen sense and was mentally prepared, but he was not frightened. He just gave way to the side, and seven or eight high-end cars galloped past him like lightning. Swinging into the square.
The car stopped in front of the office building, and more than a dozen men got out of the car.
Among them, an old monk with white beard and hair, wearing a monk's robe, surrounded by a group of men in suits and leather shoes, was the most conspicuous.
The senior leaders of the police station almost came out in full force and lined up on the stone steps outside the building to greet them. Even the chief, who was rarely seen at ordinary times, stood in the welcoming queue.
As soon as the old monk appeared, the director immediately led his subordinates to greet him with a smile on his face, completely out of his usual airs.
After an extremely enthusiastic greeting, the director welcomed the old monk into the building.
"What a grand occasion! Even the chief came out to greet him in person!"
Zhao Rui shook his head and muttered something in a low voice, feeling a little weird in his heart.
According to common sense, places like the police station are respectful and far away from monks and Taoists.
Unexpectedly, the high-level police force came out to greet an old monk in person, which is really a bit abnormal.
Thinking this way in his heart, he didn't take this matter too seriously, but went directly to the fifth floor to report in the conference room.
When Zhao Rui arrived at the meeting room, almost all the members of the investigation team had arrived, sitting upright at the meeting table, with their backs straight, and even Lao Zhang, who never left his cigarette, behaved well Moment, he didn't put the cigarette in his mouth.
"Hey, is there something important going to happen today? Why are everyone so abnormal?" Zhao Rui said with a smile, then walked to Tang Lei, pulled out a chair and sat down.
"It's not that there is a big event, but that a big person is coming." Tang Lei tilted his head and whispered to him.
"Oh? A big shot? What big shot?" Zhao Rui then asked.
"Then I don't know." Tang Lei shook his head and said in a yearning tone, "I just heard that even the mayor should treat that important person with respect."
Tang Lei's current status is only a second-level police officer. In terms of status, he is far away from the mayor of Binyang. Apart from seeing the mayor's face on TV, he basically has nothing to do with it. Opportunity to deal with the mayor.
In Tang Lei's eyes, a big man who even the mayor should treat with respect is naturally a big deal.
For some reason, Zhao Rui suddenly remembered the old monk he saw in front of the building just now, and had a vague feeling that the big man Tang Lei was talking about might be that old monk.
Just thinking in this way, the door of the meeting room was pushed open, and the high-level police force rushed in, surrounded by the old monk Zhao Rui had met before.
"Let me introduce to you, this is Master Ku Rong from Hongfa Temple. Master Ku Rong is very interested in the case that happened two days ago, so he wants to join the investigation team."
After the chief came in, he began to introduce the situation of the old monk to the police officers in the conference room, with a very respectful tone in his tone.
"Ah! Master Kurong!"
"It turned out to be Master Kurong from Hongfa Temple!"
"No way! Such a famous and eminent monk would actually join our investigation team!"
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Upon hearing the name, all the police officers in the investigation team showed expressions of surprise and exclaimed in a low voice, causing a slight commotion.
"Huh? Is Master Ku Rong famous?" Zhao Rui asked Tang Lei strangely, turning his head.
"It's not just famous, it's really famous!" Tang Lei lowered his voice and explained, "Hongfa Temple is the most famous temple in Binyang, and Master Kurong is the most mysterious eminent monk in Hongfa Temple. The beginning and the end. According to legend, Master Kurong is already over a hundred years old, and the Dharma is profound. Every time he appears, he can always create some amazing miracles! It is precisely because of Master Kurong who sits in the town that the Hongfa Temple will flourish. , will have such a great reputation in the Buddhist world!"
Zhao Rui nodded, and took a closer look. The old monk's face was clear and pale, with kind eyebrows and kind eyes, giving people a very gentle and friendly feeling.
However, the light in his eyes was flowing, as if covered with a layer of "colored" film, and the extremely powerful Buddha power was hidden in his thin body!
"So he's a cultivator! No wonder he's so respected." Zhao Rui instantly confirmed the identity of Master Ku Rong, "I wonder if he's interested in Wang Xian? Or in the silver-faced man I'm pretending to be?"
Master Kurong seemed to feel that Zhao Rui looked at him differently from others, so he also cast his gaze on Zhao Rui.
Zhao Rui had been prepared for a long time to hide the demonic aura deep in his body, trying to pretend to be like an ordinary person. Therefore, Master Kurong's eyes turned around Zhao Rui's face, but he didn't find any clues.