Chapter 48 My house is on fire

Hearing the ringtone of his cell phone, Brother Da Biao looked at the policeman beside him and said carefully: "Captain, can I answer the phone?"

"Take it." The patrolman said calmly.

Brother Dabiao quickly took out his mobile phone and looked at the caller ID, which showed his wife's mobile phone number.

He put it to his ear to answer and said: "Hello..."

"Where are you?" The wife's urgent voice sounded on the phone.

"I'm doing something outside." Brother Da Biao said.

There was no way he could tell his family that he was caught by the police.

"Come back quickly! The house is on fire!" the daughter-in-law shouted.

"What? It's on fire. Is it serious?" Brother Da Biao asked in surprise.

"The firetrucks are here, do you think it's serious or not? The balcony upstairs is on fire! Come back quickly!" the daughter-in-law shouted again.

"I know..." Brother Da Biao said, covering the phone with his hand, looking at the policeman next to him, and whispered again: "Captain, my wife said there was a fire at home. It's quite big. It can make me Do you want to go back first?"

"What do you think?" the patrolman asked.

"That..." Brother Da Biao looked embarrassed.

"If your house is on fire, do you still need to go up to save it? You need the fire brigade to do something, just go back to the main room and wait for me!" the patrolman said angrily.

"Yes..." Brother Da Biao did not dare to say anything. He picked up the phone and said, "Daughter-in-law, I have something urgent at hand and I can't go back for the time being."

"What emergency can be bigger than a fire at home!" the daughter-in-law shouted angrily.

Brother Da Biao was in a very unhappy mood now. When he saw his wife yelling again, his temper got worse and he shouted loudly: "You're yelling for nothing! I'm getting burned. What's the use of me going back? No." Fire brigade! Let’s wait until I’m done!”

After saying that, he hung up the phone directly.

His voice had attracted the attention of everyone around him. Especially the gangsters, Yang Ying, and the girl with glasses all showed surprised looks. Zhang Yu just said that there was a fire in Brother Da Biao's house, and he asked him to go back quickly. As a result, Brother Da Biao didn’t believe it at all. Well now, the house is really on fire.

Brother Da Biao put the phone back in his pocket, then looked at Zhang Yu, his eyes radiated a strange light, and whispered: "Brother, did you set the fire in my house?"

"Do you think I have the skills?" Zhang Yu asked.

"That's true... but why did it catch on fire for no reason? And... how did you know?" Brother Da Biao said in confusion.

"Looking at your face, there will be a fire disaster today." Zhang Yu answered directly.

"You can see this..." Brother Da Biao muttered, and then he remembered that Zhang Yu said that he had a bad liver and was prone to die young, so he hurriedly said: "Then you said that I have a liver problem, is it true? ?”

"You won't know if you go to the hospital for a checkup yourself. Anyway, you don't believe what I say." Zhang Yu said calmly.

"Brother, I didn't mean that... This is all my fault, and I admit defeat... We don't know each other, can we make friends?" Brother Da Biao said with a smile.

"I can't afford to make friends like you." Zhang Yu shook his head slightly.

"What are you two muttering about!" the patrolman on the other side shouted, and then pushed them into the car together.

Now another patrol car is coming, take all the people in the car, and drive to the patrol house in the east of the town.

These police officers who came were from the Major Crime Division of the district police chief. Originally, they were not responsible for fights, but when they encountered them on the street, they had to take care of them no matter what.

Zhang Yu, Brother Da Biao, Yang Ying and others were interrogated separately to learn about the situation.

The person who interrogated Zhang Yu was the female patrol officer. Zhang Yu told the truth. After Zhang Yu finished speaking, the female patrol officer nodded slightly and said, "Your kung fu is pretty good. Who did you learn it from?"

"An old master from the countryside." Zhang Yu said.

"It seems that the experts are really among the people. Sit here and wait for a while, and then we will talk about the results of other inquiries," the policewoman said.

"Okay." Zhang Yu nodded.

He was sitting opposite the female patrolman. Neither of them spoke now. Zhang Yu looked at the female patrolman. I saw that the female patrol's Yintang was a little dark, so I looked at it carefully.

Seeing Zhang Yu staring at her, the female patrol officer said a little displeasedly: "What are you staring at me for?"

"I know how to do fortune-telling... I see that your Yintang is a little dark, and it seems that there has been a bloody disaster recently... It's best for you not to go out alone in the past two days, especially at night..." Zhang Yu said seriously.

"Haha..." the female patrol officer chuckled, obviously not believing it, and said: "I came to the patrol room to have my fortune told. Let me tell you, I am an atheist. I don't believe a word of these fortune telling and fortune telling. . And let me tell you one more thing, I am a seventh-dan Sanda master, so my skills at hand are not necessarily worse than yours. You don’t have to worry."

"Well...but you'd better be careful..." Seeing that the other party didn't believe it, Zhang Yu could only give him the last word.

The female patrol officer stopped making any sound. After waiting for a while, a patrol officer sent over the transcripts from other rooms.

Brother Da Biao confessed and had no intention of falsely accusing Zhang Yu, so he took all the responsibility. In this way, Zhang Yu would have nothing to do.

The female patrol officer immediately released her, and Zhang Yu, Yang Ying, and the girl with glasses left the patrol main room. Bao Jiayin has been waiting in the main patrol room. She has learned that Zhang Yu is fine, so she will send Yang Ying and the glasses girl back to the agency, and then take Zhang Yu to Xia Yuechan's house.

On the way, Bao Jiayin called Xia Yuechan. Xia Yuechan had already gotten up. Her current situation was similar to that of earlier, and she felt a bit like a ghost on the bed. Fortunately, it's not particularly serious.

Arriving at Xia Yuechan's house, Xia's mother opened the door and was stunned when she saw Zhang Yu. Zhang Yu, whom I saw last time, was dressed in rustic clothes and had a country atmosphere. Naturally, Xia's mother would not take such a person seriously. The attitude towards Zhang Yu at that time should be considered more polite.

But now that they were seeing each other again, the feeling was obviously different. She found that this young man was quite good-looking. I also like it a little more in my heart.

She took the two of them upstairs, and when they stepped on the stairs, they heard the melodious sound of the flute. The sound of the flute is melodious and very pleasant to the ear, with a sense of indifference, distance, and ethereal artistic conception.

After Zhang Yu heard it, he couldn't help but whistle. The sound of his whistle perfectly matched the sound of the flute, and it was basically the same tune.

When Xia's mother heard Zhang Yu's whistle, she was stunned again and looked at Zhang Yu in surprise. Not only her, but Bao Jiayin also looked sideways at Zhang Yu, as if curious about how this kid could still whistle music. The most important thing is that the sound he whistles is the same as the sound of the flute.

As they went up to the second floor, the sound of the flute became clearer and clearer, coming from Xia Yuechan's room. Arriving at the door of the room, Zhang Yu closed his mouth and stopped playing, and the sound of the flute in the room also stopped abruptly.

The door was opened below and three people filed in. Xia Yuechan was sitting on the bed holding a flute with her left hand and putting it in her bag with great care. At this moment, she was wearing a white dress and was leaning on the bed, with her calves and white feet exposed, looking so flawless. With this white dress, it looks like a white lotus.