Sister, you miss me

Two hours later, Yang Feng returned to Chunyang County. Instead of going home, he went straight to the County Public Security Bureau.

On the way, Yang Feng received a call from his father Yang Zhantian.

Yang Zhantian said: "Xiaofeng, Dad knows everything. You must calm down and don't embarrass yourself too much. Sometimes you have to believe in your fate.

"Dad, Xiaoyun is such a lively girl, she is just like this... just so gone..."

Only in front of the dear ones, Yang Feng showed deep grief.

"Xiaofeng, we must find the murderer. It is an explanation to Xiaoyun's mother, to you, and to society. In this process, we must master the methods and use all the power that can be used."

"Dad, I understand, I'm already using it."

Just hung up the phone, Hong Tianjiao called again, and she said, "Big Brother Yang, where are you now?"

"Just entered the county seat."

"Auntie is very emotional, and she keeps saying she wants to see you, but I can't comfort me, what should I do?"

"Jiaojiao, thanks for your hard work, you brought her to the Public Security Bureau, where we will meet."

"Okay, see you later."

After I hung up the phone, Hao Liang called again. Yang Feng just said "I'll talk when you meet" and then hung up.

Yang Feng arrived at the county bureau first. Hao Liang waited for him in the lobby. He caught a glimpse of the gauze on his forehead and exclaimed, "Are you injured?"

"It's just a small injury." Yang Feng prevented Hao Liang from making a fuss and further caring contact. "Still there is no useful information?"

Hao Liang just smiled bitterly: "No."

Lu Qingqiu and Hong Tianjiao arrived afterwards. After hearing Hao Liang's words, Lu Qingqiu fell to the ground and fainted.

Yang Feng and Hong Tianjiao sent Lu Qingqiu to the hospital, settled down, and hired a nurse, and the two left the hospital.

Yang Feng said, "I want to walk alone."

Hong Tianjiao glanced at Yang Feng's forehead injury, he stopped talking, and left alone.

In the early spring night, the night is as cool as water, and the moonlight is like frost.

Yang Feng stood alone on the street, the street light was dim and his heart was cold.

The smell of Xiangjiang River, this is the place to break up with Lu Xiaoyun that night.

Yang Feng deeply blamed himself, thinking that he should take great responsibility for Lu Xiaoyun's disappearance. He didn't dare to accompany Xiaoyun's mother or look at her desperate eyes.

Depressed, walking on the street like a zombie, because the temperature is low and there are few pedestrians on the road.

I stroke the details over and over again in my mind. If the dream is true, Xiao Yun is in the water.

In the water?Yang Feng's eyes widened suddenly, and that was Chunyanghe.

The Chunyang River winds through the middle of Chunyang County. It is said that twenty years ago there was a lot of water and boats could still be used, but nowadays there are open beaches everywhere.

The County Party Committee and Government of Chunyang County has invested a huge amount of money to build an ecological and humanistic project with the theme of Chunyang River.

The rubber dam was blocked, wide and clean water, weeping willows were planted on both sides, classical-style lamp posts, and poems and songs of predecessors were engraved on it.

Thus, Chunyang Lake came into being.

The lake is a wide road built of concrete, and no motor vehicles are allowed to enter.

Such projects are praised by many people.

At least, people in the mainland can also appreciate the feeling of a hundred hectares. They can also bring their families, invite three or two guests and friends to go boating on the lake.

In the scorching summer, the common people have one more place to enjoy the coolness.

Men and women also have places where they can talk about love, express themselves, and swear to each other.

However, it is such a beautiful place, and many lives fall in it every year.

I stopped mentioning cats and dogs, just talk about people.

There are children and adults who accidentally fall into the water.

There are also people who are desperate for life and want to die.

Every year, there are still one or two couples who die in love.

Sometimes life is really fragile, and sometimes it is hard to imagine.

Yang Feng sat down on a bench by the lake, looking far away, the disc-like moon fell on the calm lake, and the breeze rippled layers and shattered into silver light.

"Xiaoyun, can you give me another hint?" Yang Feng circled his mouth and shouted at Chunyang Lake in the night.

A Jianghuai bread "Crunch" stopped on the embankment road, and the left and right doors opened at the same time. Six capable men in suits "puchu" stepped down, all holding sticks wrapped in newspapers.

The six evil men were clearly directed at themselves, but Yang Feng found this, but still remained unmoved.

They threw away the newspaper and showed off their weapons.

Two ruler-length machetes, two aluminum alloy baseball bats, and two iron rulers.

Hong Tianjiao didn't go back. She remembered her mission and couldn't put Yang Feng in any danger, so she was going to show up to stop it.

However, Hong Tianjiao just raised her foot, but was stopped by a man in a blond suit.

Hong Tianjiao was about to violently, and the blond man shook his hand: "I am not an enemy, Yang Feng needs to vent, just take a look."

Hong Tianjiao hurriedly looked in the direction of Yang Feng, and the two sides had already met each other.

A machete fell on Yang Feng's shoulder, and Yang Feng suddenly caught up in trouble, and took the machete with lightning speed.

Seeing that the situation is not good, the machete owner immediately retreated.

Two baseball bats do not want to smash, Yang Feng does not retreat but advances, there is no way, just like crazy, the machete rained on the two bats.

After slashing dozens or hundreds of knives in one go, the two had already been beaten by Yang Feng's speed and bravery.

The baseball bat was covered with dense cuts, and the machete in Yang Feng's hand was also rolled.

Yang Feng still kept the machete in his hand, staring into the neutral position, and kicked the two baseball bats back.

"big eater!"

With a sharp shout, two big men holding iron rulers outflanked it.

However, the encirclement had not yet formed, and Yang Feng smashed the machete in his hand.

One of them flew the knife with an iron ruler, while the other was still watching.

Suddenly a black shadow approached, and the iron ruler failed to make any response, and there was an extra hand on his neck.

The black shadow is Yang Feng, he pinched the enemy's neck, and also grasped the opponent's right hand.

"Idiot, go!" the only machete man shouted.

As a result, the surviving iron ruler planned to attack Yang Feng from behind, and he began to rush forward, the iron ruler like a halberd.

Yang Feng pressed his hand, and the iron ruler in front of him was sour-faced. A free hand desperately scratched Yang Feng's arm. He smelled the fear of death.

The man behind the iron ruler has already entered the attack range. He raised the iron ruler high and smashed it at Yang Feng's shoulder.

Yang Feng suddenly turned around and faced the opponent's iron ruler with the flesh and blood of the enemy in his hand.

Although the other party realized that it was his partner who was hitting it, it was too late to adjust.

So, the companion uttered a scream, and then he uttered another scream.

It was Yang Feng, who used the enemy's body as a weapon of attack.

The two iron rulers also fell, leaving only two machete villains, and one of them was still bare-handed, a misnomer.

The only evil man with a knife nodded: "Yang Feng, there are two things. No wonder Monk Hua will die in your hands."

Yang Feng picked up a pair of iron rulers and looked at the machete man and said, "So you are from the Green Gang. But what you said is wrong. I didn't think about killing the flower monk, and he didn't die in my hands."

"It's useless to explain to us." The man with the knife pointed with the knife, "Kill me like you knocked them down, otherwise, you can't leave alive."

"I'm in a bad mood, you are going to touch this mold." Yang Feng suddenly shouted, "Come on."

The handle of the opponent's machete was a steel pipe, and he held the knife with both hands, which looked like an ancient simple knife.

With a heavy sword, Yang Feng held it up with an iron ruler, clearly feeling the tremendous strength of the opponent.

The opponent lifted the knife and slashed again, Yang Feng avoided the front, and an iron ruler slid towards the opponent along the back of the knife like a snake.

The machete man hurriedly withdrew the knife, Yang Feng's other iron ruler followed like a shadow, and fell on the side of his neck before the opponent reacted.

The machete man looked at Yang Feng in disbelief for a while, but he was also a bachelor. He let go of the knife, and the urn sounded angrily: "The skill is not as good as humans.

Yang Feng shook his head: "I'm a student, how can I kill people, but I can't make you cheap. I will hand you over to the police."

"Haha..."

Ear-piercing laughter sounded on the river embankment, and then an old man with white robe and white beard came down all the way, applause continued.

"It's amazing, it's amazing, it really turned out to be a young hero."

After getting closer, Yang Feng could see the old man's boring facial features.

"you are……"

The old man has not introduced himself, except for the machete man who was controlled by Yang Feng, the others said in unison: "Xing Deacon is good."

The machete man said: "Deacon Xing, his subordinates are incompetent and ashamed, please punish you."

The deacon Xing twisted his long beard and shook his head, "Hey, it's not that you are incompetent, but Yang Feng is too powerful. It is better to hear it than to see it. The old man admires this kind of cultivation at a young age."

"Are you Deacon Xing?"

"Why, I also heard of the old man?"

"I think you are not low in the gang, you should have received the instructions from above."

"Do you mean?"

"Can't embarrass me."

"Hehe, how do you know?"

"Then you still..."

Deacon Xing shook his head: "Monk Hua is so dead, we can't do nothing. Instructions are instructions, and we will suffer from the orders of the foreign monarch."

"Yang Feng Yin violates!" Yang Feng coldly looked at the detestable Xing Deacon: "So, we're never ending yet?"

"Not at all."

Yang Feng sneered coldly: "It's too simple to avenge Monk Flower. It doesn't need to be so complicated to get it done with one bullet."

Deacon Xing shook his head: "Yang Feng, you misunderstood me. After today's game, the page of Monk Hua will be revealed."

"That would be better."

"But do you know that you have many enemies, many people want you to die, and more people want you to live rather than die."

"Thank you for your reminder, I will pay attention."

"Let my people go, they don't threaten you."

Yang Feng loosened his hands and the iron ruler landed.

"Okay, you are indeed an upright young man. From now on, you will be a friend of our Youth League."

"It's best not to have anything to do with it."

Deacon Xing chuckled, "You kid is confessed."

"You can go now."

Deacon Xing nodded, and several of his men picked up their weapons and supported each other to climb up the embankment.

Deacon Xing was at the end. He walked up a step and turned around and said, "Yang Feng, can you ask, what is your background?"