Ai Liang returned the same way she came.

It's just that when passing by a surveillance camera, he pretended to be careless and missed half of his body in the surveillance screen, leaving evidence that he had been there.

In this way, after the woman calls the police, the police will not suspect that this is a play she directed and acted on her own.

After listening to the woman's statement, the police will definitely re-examine the identity of the deceased and conduct a second investigation.

This way things will go in the direction Ai Liang expected.

As for whether the woman will repeat what she said to the police, Ai Liang is not worried.

Her husband was dead, and whatever he had been in the past didn't matter now.

Moreover, she herself knew nothing about her husband's past, so she didn't have to worry about being affected at the social level.

Coupled with the protection of the police, under such circumstances, most people will yearn for the truth.

Ai Liang didn't want to use the police's channels to investigate intelligence, but wanted to use the police to convey a message to the murderer.

That means someone found the body.

You must know that there is a strange aura left on the corpse, even if it is very weak, it will have a serious impact on people's spirit.

Not to mention that the body was buried tens of meters deep.

In the eyes of the murderer, once the two conditions are combined, it is 100% that his deeds will be exposed.

Right now is the critical moment for the inner ghost to wait for the arrival of Haixinhui's support.

If the murderer was that boy, then the other party would definitely not leave, and would definitely hurry up to find out who dug up the body to prevent the news from leaking out.

If not, just run away, Ai Liang will not waste time on irrelevant people.

But Ai Liang tends to think that the murderer is the ghost.

These defectors seldom contact each other, even Zhu Lan and Dewey, who live in neighboring counties, have hardly seen each other for so many years.

The murderer deliberately invited the victim to go out. There must be urgent matters to discuss.

It is very likely that it is related to the recent actions of the Haixin Society.

In addition, the victim deliberately wore a wedding ring when going out, which means that there may be some emotional entanglements with the murderer, and he is preparing to draw a clear line implicitly.

If the murderer is really the inner ghost, it is not impossible to help the old lover to go ashore based on the old love.

But the premise is that people are willing to accept it.

The victim's body can also support this to a certain extent.

Knowing such a big matter, I didn't appreciate it and hurried on the thief boat and ran away together... Then there was only a dead end for keeping secrets.

…………

Eight in the morning.

After staying up all night, Chen Shaodong left the barbecue shop with two of his subordinates.

As for the destination... Qiushui Manor.

Chen Shaodong and his men boarded the sightseeing car and went to No. 9 Yinxing Road.

The three got off the car at the entrance of the villa, but they didn't go to the door rashly and knocked, but waited for the servant inside to come out to pick them up.

The servant led the three of them, sent them to the fitness hall of the villa, and left.

Chen Shaodong signaled his two subordinates to wait at the door, and pushed the door in alone.

It is said to be a fitness hall here, but the actual area is about the same as a gymnasium.

There are not only front and rear halls, lounges, equipment rooms, exercise rooms and other rooms, but also a 25 by 50 swimming pool on the far left.

Chen Shaodong was not dazzled by the many rooms, he walked to the door of a room with ease, and knocked heavily on the door.

Because the room is too big, if you don't knock hard enough, the people inside may not be able to hear you.

"Come in!"

A deep voice came from inside.

Only then did Chen Shaodong push the door open and enter.

I saw a muscular man whose abs could be seen through his clothes, running wildly on the treadmill.

The strong man is none other than Yue Qihua's grandfather, Yue Chongshan.

Chen Shaodong didn't disturb the other party, but picked up the towel on the table, and stood quietly waiting for the other party to finish running.

After about ten minutes, Yue Chongshan's speed gradually slowed down. It was the time set by the treadmill.

"master."

Chen Shaodong stepped forward, holding the towel in both hands.

Yue Chongshan took a towel and wiped his sweat: "Tell me, what do you want from me?"

"The hermit came to look for me." Chen Shaodong said.

"Oh, and then, is he going to attack me again, and who are you going to arrange bodyguards for?"

Yue Chongshan used two words in a row.

Obviously mocking Chen Shaodong's last arrangement.

"Facing that kind of lunatic, it's always right to be careful."

Chen Shaodong glanced at the count on the treadmill, turned his head and started to change the subject: "You got up before five o'clock today, right? You are still diligent as always, no wonder your body has been very..."

"No matter how diligent I am now, no matter how much I practice, the muscles in my body won't go away."

Yue Chongshan threw the towel into Chen Shaodong's arms with a straight face.

"It's okay, many bodybuilders practice hard..."

Snapped!

Yue Chongshan slapped Chen Shaodong on the head: "Stop flattering me, I forgot everything I taught before, right? What do we martial arts practitioners practice?"

"Blood."

Chen Shaodong answered the questions honestly, not even daring to rub his head: "Muscle lines are where the cold is, and they are what we want to lose from training."

"You still say that when you know it, you're here to anger me, right?"

Yue Chongshan looked at Chen Shaodong with an unkind expression.

The latter laughed along, not daring to say more nonsense.

"Come here and practice with me."

Yue Chongshan obviously didn't intend to let Chen Shaodong go just like that, and caught him in front of him with a wave of his hand.

One hits the top elbow and turns left and right; the second hit hugs the elbow and rushes forward;

Facing Yue Chongshan's stormy attack, the retired sniper of the Night Wolf Special Forces wobbled like a baby just learning to walk.

Just reaching out to intercept punches, elbows, and knees is already the limit.

There is no effective defense at all.

It's not his fault either, Yue Chongshan's practice is not some ostentatious martial arts, but the Bajiquan that has been passed down from ancient times to the present.

The martial arts instructor of the Special Forces ~lightnovelpub.net~ was none other than Yue Chongshan.

Without using firearms, he can use a large gun weighing tens of kilograms to overthrow the entire special forces team.

Beat the group of proud special forces into doubting life.

But at that time, Yue Chongshan's whole body was as round as jade, like a young man in his thirties, not as muscular as he is now.

Martial arts require long-term polishing, such as Baji, Taiji, cotton palm, iron sand palm...these "martial arts" that often appear in street stall literature have not been lost.

It's just that these martial arts practitioners are under the jurisdiction of the Wushu Association and rarely show their faces.

Special forces who mainly fight with firearms don't have the spare time to polish them, and often just learn their shapes.

Rather than practicing martial arts, it is better to really understand the vitals of the human body, the way of striking, and the technique of exerting force.

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