These female bandits couldn't figure out what had happened. But to me, it was nothing hard to understand. Although Chongxi sometimes missed his shots on fortune telling, he was lucky today and figured out the right direction right away. Therefore he went ahead and waited for them. With the help of Xiao Si and Xiao Wu, these mortal women were definitely no match for him! Then he found a chair there, made slide bars, and made the women carry him all the way. What a trick! I bet that was a wicked idea from Xiao Si and Xiao Wu.
When they all came back to Wulan's place, they made peace with each other. Wulan finally knew the truth in the old days, apologized for her abruptness, and thanked me for showing them mercy! Only my team didn't take extreme measures to deal with her followers. She knew that Murong Hai was a big shot, and it was impossible for his son to be weak. Therefore she understood that the reason why I didn't hurt them was that I was kind and benevolent enough
A month ago, a housing estate resident made a report to the local police, saying that there was a foul smell coming frequently from the house downstairs of his. It was Tao Gang who performed the task. He asked the residents around there. And according to the information provided by the neighborhood committee, the house owner had moved to Beijing. The person who lived there now was a tenant and had stayed there for half a year. He was a middle-aged man and a loner. No one had ever seen any visitors of his. At that time, Tao Gang knocked on that door and found there was indeed a foul smell in the house! Something was being cooked on the stove. Tao Gang took a look at it but couldn't figure out what that was. So he questioned the middle-aged man, "What is in the pot?" The man answered, "It's meat!" Tao Gang asked again, "What kind of meat?" The man answered, "It's not human meat!" Seeing that this man was perfunctory, Tao Gang didn't say anything more. After opening the f
Lin Feng, Chongxi, Xiao Qi, and the others walked up to the table, looked at the word that I wrote, and laughed. Tao Gang and Deputy Director Zhao did a search of the house, but they couldn't find anything. The rooms were all empty without any hard evidence left. Then Deputy Director Zhao sent someone to collect things like fingerprints. However, unexpectedly, there was no trace of the suspect in the whole house! I took up the rice paper, folded it, put it in my pocket, and said to Tao Gang, "Do you know the reason why that man replied to you with weird and short sentences when you questioned him?" Tao Gang said, "I have no idea!" I said, "The reason was that he was the man who called the police. He made a copy of the phonecard of his neighbor from upstairs and called the police. In fear of being recognized by you that he was the caller, he had to control his speech!" I took out the cigarettes, handed one to Tao Gang, lit it, and then said, "This case has been a scheme
My knowledge of outdoor survival skills could only be attributed to my childhood life when I was young. I remembered full well that the National Studies Institute was built only after I began schooling. Before that, my parents and I were nomads who moved around the world. Many a time I had wondered how my father was able to finance our never-ending trips that would have bled most people dry of their wealth. What was more, my parents were frequently deep in the wilderness to help solve paranormal incidents. Living in the wild enabled me to learn survival skills since a very young age and it had become one of my strengths! At present, I could easily survive in the wild for two or three months without a lighter! I related more of my past to everyone, including the Sisters; and everyone was stunned, their arms hanging loosely at their sides with disbelief. Xiao Liu, ever so gentle and docile, gasped, "Incredible! You are indeed your father's son!" We waited u
The sound of horses in the distance galloping nearer caught us off-guard. The Sisters all cowered behind us; for reasons I knew not why, it was said since ancient times that the sound of horse hooves battering on the ground could frighten ghosts. I stretched my neck for a better view. The horse riders were all armed with semi-automatic rifles! First, we had eagles, and then wolves, and now, a band of armed brigands! "What awry luck we have! Has Inner Mongolia had always been so ravished with turmoil?" The riders rode past us only to suddenly double back. They yanked at the reins of their horses when they were near, and one of them called, "Is it Master Murong?" It was a woman, I realized. I stood up. "I am he!" The rest of the riders turned their steeds and drew nearer to us. It was the female thief who had tried to escape with my bag; one of Ulan's henchwomen! The riders dismounted. "Why are you three here?" the henchwomen asked. She went to her saddle and retrieved a
Officer Zhang woke up from his unconsciousness, throwing his head around in his confusion to find out where he was. With a loud crash, he fell from his chair. I lighted a smoke and offered another one to him. With a casual tone, I said, "It has been days since we last met, Officer Zhang!" His hands trembled and the cigarette shook in his mouth. I reached over with a lighter and set his cigarette alight. "Your woman has confessed," I said, matter-of-factly, "Ah, yes! You'd do well to remember that we are now aligned with the horse bandits. There's a lack of awareness for the rule of law here, so I'd advise that you cooperate to spare yourself from any pain!" Still, my words seemed to have failed to make any impression to the man. Seeing that he was not bound by ropes, Officer Zhang sprang to his feet and bolted for the door! I merely smiled and made no attempt to stop him, still remaining crouched on the ground. Officer Zhang was gleeful at being able to reach the door.
I went to the bonfire outside, and there was the hopeless Yuan Chongxi, engrossed so deeply in another binge of food and drinks... Lin Feng waved me to his side, and I sat down. A girl handed him a lamb's leg which he passed to me. "Come, Brother! I know you'll love this!" I could not resist a smile, taking the roasted leg from him and nibbled a bite, tasting it. The rich flavor of the roasted meat tingled my senses; it was fabulous! Aunt Ulan sat down beside me, grinning. "Have some more, my good boy!" My head bobbed profusely like a little boy as I continued chomping down on my meat while taking a cup of kumis (fermented mare's milk) from her hand. It was the first time I had tasted such a drink, which was an impressive experience. Aunt Ulan was overjoyed to see me enjoying the food. She placed her fingers to her mouth and whistled hard, and the music and revelry rose to a crescendo as everyone rose to their feet and began dancing around the fire. Some were strumming
We were alerted by the arrival of a line of oxen-drawn wagons that waited outside the encampment at nine the following morning. Each of the wagons was carrying a large crate, and the convoy was led by the agent who had tried, and failed, to secure an audience with Aunt Ulan. "The goods are all on the ox carts," he said, "Feel free to inspect the goods, Chief Ulan!" Under orders from Aunt Ulan, some of the girls carefully pried open the lids of the crates and inspected the rifles and boxes of ammunition. Still wrapped in oil papers, the guns could be seen glistening with gun oil when the wrappers were peeled off! Satisfied, Aunt Ulan barked some instructions to her girls, ordering them to begin hauling the crates into the camp, but the agent came to her and stopped her immediately. "Wait!" he cried, "You can take the goods, but not the crates!" "What nonsense is this?" Aunt Ulan glared at him indignantly and earned the agent's hesitant answer, "I'm afraid this is my emp
When we went back, we began discussing the possible places that Zheng Tong might have escaped to. But the surrounding regions were nothing but a desolate no man's land; miles and miles of barren wastelands where no one could survive. An urgent call for help would also require at least a day or two for the police to arrive from the nearest station. I shook my head helplessly, looking at Yuan Chongxi, who looked at me too. I could see that he too loathed Zheng Tong very much, since his teacher had suffered a tormenting ordeal at the hand of Zheng Tong's father. "Zheng Tong's father, Zheng Haoshan, was the one that had caused great pain to my teacher!" he muttered bitterly, "The suffering that he bears even to this day, was also that evil monster's handiwork! But I do not think Zheng Tong is an overly smart and careful man. He was hardly careful enough when he thought he had us." I nodded in agreement. "He would not have been in such a pitiful state now if he was careful