Investigation Division people came very quickly.
As soon as Fang Shuwen stepped into the back door of Zhao Estate, the sound of bicycle bells rang outside the back door.
Old Fang was squatting at the door of the kitchen to help Hu Da choose vegetables. When he heard the noise, he poked his head out and saw two men in navy blue uniforms striding in.
The first one is Officer Liang.
Behind him, there were two young officers with bulging waists, obviously carrying firearms.
"Who are you? Who are you here to see?"
Old Fang stood up, the vegetable leaves in his hands still dripping with water.
He had been a concierge in the Zhao Mansion for decades, and he still had the ability to greet people and send them off. He bent his waist unconsciously, and squeezed out a smile that he had learned from serving people all the time.
These people are not ordinary, they should have great backgrounds.
His magnanimity is even greater than that of Mr. Wang, who works in the government office on the street next door.
The leader of the group had a pen in his coat pocket.
Could it be that these people are also officials who eat public food?
"Fang Shuwen lives here?"
The long-slender-faced officer glanced around the yard and spoke harshly.
Old Fang's smile froze for a moment, and her heart skipped a beat. Little Fang What happened?
How could someone come to your door?
Old Fang Immediate feeling But looking at this uniform and this style, you can tell that he has a big background.
What happened to his family's writing?
Why did this kind of person come to your door?
Old Fang feels bad and doesn't know how to answer for a while.
At this moment, Mother Wang's voice rang:
"You are looking for Little Fang...Little Fang just came back and is he at home? Oh, by the way, who are you and why are you looking for him?"
"Folk customs and antiquities Investigation Division, ask him a few questions."
Officer Liang took out a blue-leather ID card from his arms, waved it in front of everyone, and put it back without caring whether they saw it clearly.
Seeing this, Old Fang could only sigh, his voice was a little weak, he turned around and shouted into the room:
"Shu Wen! Someone is looking for you!"
Fang Shuwen came out of the back room.
His face looked as usual, no expression could be seen.
He also heard the conversation in the yard and knew that someone was looking for him.
When I walked out, I saw someone I knew.
The clerk next to Lin Xiu seems to be named Liang.
Is this person looking for him?
Is it because of Soaring Snake Counter-Scale, or is it because Wang Jiu's matter has been exposed?
After thinking about it, I have no idea why.
However, these two people must be good people.
"You two are looking for me?"
"Are you Fang Shuwen?"
Officer Liang looked him up and down and snorted coldly.
"There are some things that require you to come back with us to assist in the investigation, let's go."
Fang Shuwen did not move, his eyes were steady, and he said in a deep voice:
"What do you want from me?"
"You'll know when you get there."
Officer Liang winked at the two people behind him.
The two officers took a step forward and reached out to grab Fang Shuwen's arm.
Old Fang's face turned pale.
He subconsciously took two steps forward and stood in front of Fang Shuwen:
"Two sirs, Shuwen is still a student. He... he won't do anything bad. Are you mistaken?"
"Get out of the way."
The short and stocky man pushed Old Fang away with great force. Old Fang staggered two steps, his back hit the pillar, and he almost fell down with a groan.
Fang Shuwen's brows furrowed and his eyes fell on the short, stocky man's face.
He didn't move.
This is not an alley or an abandoned vegetable market, this is Zhao Estate.
If he did it in front of so many people, he would be putting himself in the open.
If this is the case, he can only escape with Old Fang.
Not yet, Bright Force warriors are official martial arts masters, and the Great Flame New Kingdom government has given them relevant preferential treatment policies.
Warriors are under the jurisdiction of the National Martial Arts Hall. They cannot be arrested unless they are serious crimes.
As long as he reveals his identity, there is no way he can be taken away with just these few words from Investigation Division.
But before Fang Shuwen showed his martial arts realm,
Just then,
"Wait a minute."
A cold female voice came from behind Moon Gate.
Zhao Wanqing was wearing a white shirt, black breeches, riding boots, and a riding whip in his hand, as if he had just returned from riding a horse.
Her eyes passed over the two Investigation Division officers, landed on Fang Shuwen, and then looked back.
"Who are you? Are you acting wild on me, Zhao Estate?"
Officer Liang frowned and looked at Zhao Wanqing.
I saw that the person who came was handsome and handsome, and his clothes were extraordinary. There was also a strong oppressive force coming from him.
Immediately, I felt a shiver in my heart. I immediately realized that this woman was not simple. I didn't dare to be arrogant and honestly took out my ID again:
"We, Folklore and Antiquities Investigation Division, were ordered to take Fang Shuwen back for questioning."
"Question?"
Zhao Wanqing walked to the center of the yard, tapped the riding crop twice in his hand, and glanced at the summons.
"Who do you think you are! How dare you come to me, Zhao Estate, to take someone away? Go back and tell Lin Xiu, I, Zhao Wanqing, remember him!"
Hearing this, Officer Liang's heart is indeed like this.
Zhao Wanqing This is the eldest daughter of Zhao Estate. She was a martial artist at Bright Force in her early years, and later it was said that she went to Shenghai Martial University.
Nowadays, I don't know what state my martial arts has reached.
If it's anything else, for Miss Zhao's sake, forget it.
But this Fang Shuwen is not acceptable. This is the person named by the investigator.
If I don't take him back, I'm afraid there will be no way to explain.
Thinking of this, Officer Liang smiled and said, "Miss Zhao, we are on official business..."
"Official business?"
Zhao Wanqing interrupted him and took a step forward.
At this point, the long-slender-faced officer's expression changed.
Because he felt it.
A sense of oppression emanated from Zhao Wanqing. It was not murderous, but the aura unique to Dark Force Grand Martial Master.
Like a mountain, it pressed down silently.
His breathing stopped for a moment.
The two men behind him were even more miserable. They had already touched the gun handles at their waists, but their hands were trembling and they couldn't pull them out.
"Dark...Dark Force Grand Martial Master?"
Officer Liang's voice changed the tone, and his pupils shrank suddenly.
Zhao Wanqing did not answer this question.
She just stood there, tapping the riding crop on her palm lightly, once, and again.
Every blow hits several people's hearts.
"I'll give you three breaths to get out of me, Zhao Estate."
"One."
The thin-faced officer opened his mouth, wanting to say something else.
"Two."
"Let's go!"
He gritted his teeth, turned around and left.
The other two men followed him, their steps fast and chaotic, and they almost tripped over the threshold.
The three of them almost escaped through the back door of Zhao Estate.
The yard was quiet for a moment.
Old Fang was still leaning against the pillar, his face pale, his lips trembling and speechless.
Hu Da poked his head out from the kitchen door, looked at Fang Shuwen and then at Zhao Wanqing, opening and closing his mouth.
Fang Shuwen took a deep breath and raised his hands towards Zhao Wanqing: "Thank you, Sister Wanqing."
Zhao Wanqing waved his hand and turned the riding whip in a circle:
"Don't thank me. Since you called me sister, and you are on Zhao Estate's territory, they came to my place to arrest people. Where would I put my Zhao Family face if word spread?"
She paused and her eyes stopped on Fang Shuwen's face for a moment.
"But... you are quite capable of causing trouble. Folklore and Antiquities Investigation Division, those people are not easy to deal with. How did you get into trouble with them?"
"I don't know either."
Fang Shuwen shook his head, not intending to elaborate.
Soaring Snake Counter-Scale's matter is too involved, and the fewer people who know about it, the better.
Zhao Wanqing glanced at him and knew that Little Fang had a secret.
But she didn't intend to ask, who didn't have a secret yet.
She stuck the riding crop into her waist and walked towards the courtyard door. She took two steps and then stopped.
"By the way, tomorrow I'll find someone to install an iron gate for the back door. If those people come again, they'll just close the door."
After saying that, he left without looking back.
Fang Shuwen stood there, watching her figure disappear behind Moon Gate.
Old Fang finally regained his composure, walked over tremblingly, and pulled Fang Shuwen's sleeve:
"Shu Wen, what on earth... what happened to you? Why did those people come to you?"
"It's okay."