The stove in the hut was beating, the big bone soup was rumbling, and white smoke rose. After two bowls of soup, two steamed buns were eaten, the body, which was originally cold, turned into warmth in an instant.

Suddenly a gust of cold wind blew in, and the curtain that was originally hidden at the door was torn off. In front of the door, which was not spacious, a tall man stood against the light. He looked at it as Xuan Qi, and immediately grabbed a stool from under him, covered his head and smashed it towards Xuan Qi.

Xuan Qi, who was full of evil fire, looked at the bench that the boss smashed over, clenched his fists and waved forward. The howling fists directly pierced the hard bench, smashing the hard bench into pieces. The howling fists rushed to the boss' neck, and the howling fists made it difficult for the boss to breathe.

"Stop" the little female policewoman pulled out her gun and aimed at the three people opposite her. At the same time, she looked at Xuan Qi, fearing that Xuan Qi would not be able to control her punch and knocked the boss's head away.

Although his heart was full of evil fire, Xuan Qi did not lose his mind. Just when his fist was about to hit the boss's neck, Xuan Qi turned his palm, opened his five fingers and grabbed the boss's neck, and lifted him up casually. He opened his eyes wide and looked at the others in the room with flickering eyes and asked, "Who stole my car wheel?"

In the bitter cold wind, under the scorching sun at noon, the majestic Xuan Qi grabbed the boss's neck with one hand, and the halo around his body seemed to be covered with a layer of halo. Standing there was murderous intent, shocking the people in the room to tremble.

Han Feifei took out a pair of handcuffs from her waist and threw them on the table, signaling the old ghost hand and the second child to coax each other. The room was quiet, with only the sound of a buzzing soup pot left.

Holding the old lady who had not put down the bowl, she realized at this time, her eyes rolled around, and then she cried wildly: "Who are you? Who told you to come in? Are there any king's law?" As she said that, she began to cry, trying to play tricks.

Xuan Qi narrowed his eyes and used Qi-reflecting technique to naturally see the old lady's nature. Now she is making trouble. Xuan Qi is not good at shaking his hands and throws the boss out, hitting the old lady on the body, and smashing the old lady who is crying and wiping tears to the ground.

The person who grabbed the neck with one hand and picked up a hundred kilograms was like playing, and threw the person out so far. How much effort would it take to fly? The dick, who originally wanted to reach out, rationally kept the bench under the table, secretly thanking that he was a step slower, then reached out to pick up the handcuffs and handcuffed them to his arms.

As for the old ghost hand, naturally, the young man's anger was gone, and his ambition to compete for strength and competitiveness had long been gone. He also carried the handcuffs on his wrists, and cooperated to squat on the corner of the wall. Just stealing the wheels is not a serious crime. At most, he scolded a few words of persuasion and education.

Xuan Qi's eyes were filled with a cold light and he raised his foot to walk into the cabin. Han Feifei took out two pairs of handcuffs and handcuffed the four people into a string, and then called the local police station to send police.

Xuan Qi had already circled the entire cottage, a very typical northern house, with a bedroom on the left, three large beds in the small house, and earthen radiators on the wall. On the right is a small workshop. In the workshop, Xuan Qi saw many kinds of antique counterfeit tools. At first, Xuan Qi didn't care. He kicked open a small wooden box, and suddenly saw a series of German in the box.

"Huh?" Xuan Qi, who has amazing language talent, not only knows English and Italian, but also some German. This line of characters is a name, which is literally translated in Chinese as a rock. It means Steinhardt when replaced with German. This is a German surname, a very ordinary surname.

What aroused Xuan Qi's curiosity was the flower writing Han spelling behind the surname, and connected it to read Ghost Hand. A Chinese man named Ghost Hand Steinhardt. Xuan Qi couldn't help but start looking through the small wooden box below. As soon as his palm touched the wooden box, the ghost hand, which was originally squatting on the ground and being as gentle as a sheep, immediately bounced up. A trace of fierce light flashed in his eyes, and his palm bent down slightly out of reach.

"Report to the sir." The ghost hand looked like an old wolf, trying hard to hide the ferocity in his eyes: "I reported that the three of them stole your wheels, and this matter has nothing to do with me."

Xuan Qi looked at the ghost hand, looking at the old man in his sixties, with gray hair, layered wrinkles, and dim teeth, who was thrown into the crowd and the old man next door, why did he give himself a dangerous aura?

Xuan Qi stood opposite the ghost hand and looked at the ghost hand again. He saw that there was a problem. The old man had a pair of palms that were not as good as his age. His skin was fair and his palm lines were slender. When he looked at it, he thought it was the hands of two young girls.

"There is something wrong with this old guy." Not only Xuan Qi saw it, but even Han Feifei saw the problem. He reached out to take the gilded Buddha beside the windowsill and asked, "What's going on with this Buddha statue? You explain it clearly."

The ghost hand who has had many times dealing with the police has been experienced for a long time. It doesn't matter: "This is a modern handicraft. In jargon, it is a high imitation antique. We took it out and didn't sell it at the price of the antique, as for it."

Xuan Qi had no time to go around him. After all, he had to take the exam tomorrow, so he said directly: "Are you, Ghost Hand Stan and Te?" After seeing a hint of panic in Ghost Hand's eyes, Xuan Qi had confirmed that he was: "What is your relationship with the International Cultural Relics Falsification Group?" As he said that, he broke the luck in Ghost Hand's heart and said in fluent German: "No matter how cunning the fox is, it cannot escape the hunter's eyes."

This shattered all the luck of the ghost hand. Unexpectedly, the young Xuan Qi really knew German. The gray-haired ghost hand took a step back as if his brain was hypoxia, and then he lay softly on the ground.

This surprised Han Feifei, afraid that something would happen. When she was about to step forward to take care of the ghost hand, she grabbed Xuan Qi. Han Feifei looked back at Xuan Qi in surprise: "It seems that his condition is epilepsy. If he does not treat it, it may cause death."

Xuan Qi pulled Han Feifei into his arms with force, and his head was placed on Han Feifei's shoulder: "I think the epilepsy won't kill him, I'm afraid it will kill you." His convex figure is fragrant and long. It feels very comfortable to hold it in his arms. Xuan Qi's lustful heart moved, and he couldn't help but thrust his crotch. It was so exciting to tease the little policewoman in front of the prisoner.

Han Feifei twisted her body, but she couldn't break free from Xuan Qi's entanglement. She was also curious about Xuan Qi's words, and couldn't help but ask: "Why do you kill me?" As soon as she finished speaking, she felt the hot and hotness behind her. The little policewoman, who was already embarrassed, had a cheek that was as if she was burning.

"Can't you tell that this old guy is pretending?" Xuan Qi leaned beside Han Feifei's pretty face, smelled the rich fragrance, looked at the small rosy earrings and continued, "The handcuffs were not tightly fastened, and there were sharp blades in the gap between his fingers..."

Feeling the warmth of Xuan Qi's breath, Han Feifei was shy and helpless, but when she heard Xuan Qi say this, the little policewoman immediately glared at the phoenix eyes, pulled out the gun and pointed it at the ghost hand. The ghost hand, which was still trembling on the ground and foaming at the mouth, not only did not stop, but trembled even harder.

The old lady next to her continued to tantrums and said, "Do you guys and women still have human nature? People are almost dying, and you are still flirting together..." The old lady from the city has a poisonous snake mouth, and now she is fully firepowered. The more she talks, the more she loses her line.

It made Han Feifei's speech extremely angry, and her whole body trembled. Xuan Qi, who was standing behind Han Feifei, felt the hatred of the little policewoman, couldn't help but reach out, hold the little policewoman's arm, and lift the gun forward: "Faced with such a person, you need to do this." Xuan Qi said as his fingers pulled Han Feifei's finger, and bang a gun fire spit out from the policewoman's gun.

The whistling bullet came in an instant, rubbing the old lady's scalp and hitting the wall. The old lady who was just speaking obscenely, stayed there like a cannon.

In the originally noisy room, there was only silence left. Xuan Qi said coldly: "There are eight bullets in this gun, and there are seven left after one. There are only four people on the other side, and there are three left after the guns and the guns are still shot in the head." Xuan Qi said as he hugged the dazed little policewoman backwards: "If you are upset, you will kill them all. If you look back, I will report to you for your writing, and you will write them to arrest and resist. You must not shoot them to death. Then I will be your certification."

A light word, two cold and faint words, took the lives of four people at once, as if in Xuan Qi's eyes, human life was like grass. The trembling ghost hand who was lying on the ground immediately sat up and threw away the blades in his fingers. He pressed the handcuffs in his hands, and looked at Xuan Qi with complicated eyes and said, "Who are you? Ordinary policemen will not know Dewen, nor will they see through me pretending to be sick, nor will they shoot casually. Who are you? If you want to silence me, give me some fun."

There is a story here. Although Xuan Qi has not caught the details, he feels the complex network of the Wrong Sect. He can use fake to make fakes and overseas relations. Combined together, Xuan Qi's first thought of transnational criminal groups.

Confusion flashed in Han Feifei's eyes. Although she also noticed the problem, she didn't know how to deal with it.

Xuan Qi slowly squatted in front of Guishou, opened his mouth and showed his white and strict teeth: "You guessed it right, I'm not a policeman." Guishou's eyes flashed, but Xuan Qi shrugged helplessly: "I'm just a passerby who lost his tires."

Ah, all four of them were stunned and their bodies were trembling with anger. They looked at the two guys beside them in anger. They were so bad that they wanted to take off Xuan Qi's tires. They kicked him on the iron plate and deserved to be unlucky.

As the sound of a sirens sounded, police officers from the police station rushed over and closed the four people in the car. Instead of taking them to the police station, they were pulled to the criminal police team. Han Feifei felt that there was still hidden information in the case, as if she had caught a big fish, and she was extremely excited for a moment. The boxes of German letters became physical evidence that Han Feifei had, although she couldn't understand it.

Looking at the police car that was leaving, Xuan Qi frowned high again. Why did a deep sense of anxiety rise in his heart? What was going on? I couldn't figure it out, so I didn't think about it. Xuan Qi pushed the three-wheeled tires to Land Rover An.
Chapter completed!