The next morning, Fatty Zhong called in a hurry: "Brother Jian, I have found the place you want me to find. The address is No. xx Road, Hangzhou. In the past, there was an abandoned residential building. Now, the city was planned and converted into a small transportation yard, but the factory has gone bankrupt. But is it strange? There are signs of people moving inside. It is probably a black den."

Zhang Jian was flipping the fried eggs in the pot with a shovel in the kitchen, while holding his phone in his head and said to Fatty Zhong, "Fatty, your people have never been in?"

"How can you do it? I'm talking about the fat man, I'm talking about it, and I'm talking about it." Suddenly he lowered his voice, as if he was carefully covering his phone with his hands and said, "Brother Jian, what are you going to do when you find that place? Today, the old man knew that I was checking this place, so he pulled me over and gave me a hard lesson. Now my butt is still hurting."

"Thank you, Fatty, I've helped you a lot. As for that place, don't ask if you shouldn't know, please don't ask. Take all your people back. Someone will deal with this matter at that time. Also, please help me say hello to the old man. After this period, I will come to visit the old man in person. That's it, bye." Zhang Jian hung up the phone decisively. He knew that asking him to continue asking him will cause trouble. Fatty Zhong, who has nothing to do with the fun, just likes to join in the fun. At that time, it's hard to explain to Chu Xiao. After hanging up the phone, Zhang Jian continued his cooking journey. In order to repay Lao Wu for his care these days, he stayed to help him make some.

Housework, he was just a good cook, but Lao Wu was a kitchen idiot, and the refrigerator at home was almost useless. He put the fried egg on a small plate of tea as the celadon plate, and Zhang Jian pinched a small spoonful of blueberry jam on top of the fried egg to reduce the greasy taste and increase the fragrance of the fruit. After doing this, Zhang Jian came to the casserole and stirred the white porridge in the pot with a wooden spoon. The porridge soup became thicker bit by bit, and the rice fragrance began to fill Zhang Jian's nose with steam. So he picked up a white porcelain pot and put the white porridge inside into it, carefully covering it with a porcelain cover to prevent the aroma from being lost.

Zhang Jian brought the prepared breakfast to the dining table. Wu Xuemei, who had already put down the TV remote control, couldn't help but pick up the small wooden spoon and chopsticks and put the white porridge in the pot into his bowl and sucked it. His handsome face showed a satisfied expression. Wu Xuemei sucked the white porridge in a small mouthful, while sighing: "Suck, every time you eat your white porridge, I feel it's so delicious, and it won't be hot when it comes out of the pot. I really don't know how you made it." Zhang Jian looked at the white porridge in the bowl and thought of the days when he used to learn medicinal materials. The heat control day and night allowed him to sense the temperature of the fire as he pleased, so the temperature of the white porridge was just suitable for the oral temperature when it was out of the pot.

When Wu Xuemei saw Zhang Jian in a daze, she asked carefully: "What's wrong with you?"

Zhang Jian rubbed the corners of his eyes and said to Lao Wu with a smile: "It's okay, I'm going to visit Hou Xinshe today, so eat quickly."

A message was broadcast on the TV: "The suspect in the 218 tragedy that had disappeared for twenty years appeared in Hangzhou again. Our reporter learned from the police that the suspect had committed serious crimes that killed two people and injured five people. Given the cunning level of the suspect, the police hope that all sectors of society will remain vigilant during this period. If a suspicious stranger appears, please call the police in time." Since Zhang Jian and Wu Xuemei were having dinner on the other side, this news flashed by. Zhang Jian vaguely heard the words "twenty years ago", "suspect" and "evil", which are not related to him, so he did not think deeply. In fact, if he opened Chu Xiao's special bureau communication system, there would be an additional killing task on the mission section - a reward task for the 218 tragedy.

At this time, Chu Xiao was still wearing a suit and collar, and came to the serious crime team of Hangzhou Public Security Bureau. As soon as he entered the door, the members of the serious crime team were busy with many files. A man wearing a square face in the police uniform greeted him and stretched out his hand and said, "My name is Luotuo. You can call me my name or you can call me Team Leader Luo. I guess you are the Officer Chu who was sent by the superior to assist us in the investigation. I can't tell that he is so young and promising."

Chu Xiao held his hand calmly. Although he didn't know how the team leader Chu, who should have been in charge of the case, became a police officer Chu who assisted in the investigation, but after all, it was a regular public security bureau, so he watched Luo Tuo perform in front of him quietly. So Chu Xiao found a seat to sit down casually, and there was no intention of interfering. The old god sat down. Seeing that Chu Xiao did not interfere in the case randomly, he felt that his little tricks had worked, so he felt relieved. He had been worried about the 218 case and the new 52o case these days. If the superior sent someone who didn't understand anything to join them, it would really delay the progress of solving the case.

Zhang Jian called Chu Xiao by phone, told him the news he received, and then got up and went out. Today he was going to visit Hou Xinshe, hoping to clarify the Taekwondo Hall and the matter behind it, which can be regarded as an explanation for Lin Rui.

Hou Xinshe is located in a 6-story commercial building near a commercial square in Shangcheng District, Hangzhou. Because there are many white-collar workers working in the company, there are dense crowds here. Guests who like to exercise choose to exercise in the nearby places. Hou Xinshe is located in the villa area where Zhang Jian is located and the Xihu District where Lin Rui’s Taekwondo Hall is located belongs to two different divisions in Hangzhou. Generally speaking, there will be no intersection. Zhang Jian wonders if all this is because he doesn’t know.

At this time, Hou Zheng was bored and fisting at the sandbag, looking absent-mindedly at the door on the first floor. However, the dejected guys yesterday were now showing off their muscles like male dogs with chicken blood, like dog legs in front of a fair-skinned and beautiful young woman. He kicked the sandbag hard. Hou Zheng saw his master Hou Hua walking down from the neatly dressed martial arts uniforms upstairs, so he couldn't wait to meet him and said, "Master is over 8 o'clock now, will that guy come?"

Hou Hua glared at him fiercely and said, "Yesterday was your post. Now I'm still asking me? Don't talk nonsense. Today your master is coming to Houxinshe, so be honest. If you like him, you will inevitably benefit you. If you can inherit the secrets of Mizhiquan from the old guy, I will betroth your junior sister to you."

"Really? Master! But she, the junior sister." Hou Zhengyi heard the words "Junior sister" like a junior brother, worried about gains and losses.

Hou Hua showed Hou Zheng's helpless behavior, and suddenly kicked him in the butt, gritting his teeth and said, "How can a real man be addicted to his children's love? As long as you can become a master of Huajin, you can't find any woman."

Hou Zheng lowered his head and just jumped out a word: "Yes!"

Hou Hua shook his head, not caring about his dissatisfaction. He walked past him and signaled that Hou Zheng followed him. Hou Hua was preparing to welcome the founder of Hou Xinshe, the descendant of the Monkey Fist and the master of the Transformation Realm - Hou Xin.

(End of this chapter)
Chapter completed!