Courtyard House: Why is my time-travel experience so shabby?

After a while, it was approaching noon and the sun was shining brightly.

In front of the Zhongyi Hall, Xiao Qingxia was brought into a brand new BMW car by Du Weiguo in a daze. Now that he has appeared, it is impossible to keep a low profile.

Even if Du Weiguo wants to continue to hide his capabilities and bide his time, who dares to despise him today?

This car was arranged by Zou Yaozu, and the Lianjiazi named Brother Ting was responsible for driving it himself. There were also several other cars in front and behind, so the queue of the evil god was full.

Since Du Weiguo didn't specify the destination, no one dared to ask. All the convoys could only move slowly and aimlessly on the road.

In the back seat, Xiao Qingxia was like a frightened little white rabbit, with her hands folded on her chest and her eyes trembling. She quickly glanced at Du Weiguo, then lowered her head and asked timidly.

"Sir, who are you?"

Xiao Qingxia is only young, but she is not stupid. In such a big scene, everyone is bowing their heads. This handsome and outrageous young man in front of her must be a great big shot.

"Haha~"

Du Weiguo chuckled, raised his eyebrows slightly, and showed his bright white teeth:

"I am a notorious executioner. I kill people like cutting grass. Xiao Qingxia, are you afraid?"

Upon hearing this, Xiao Qingxia suddenly shivered, and her eyes were filled with fear.

But looking at the rich and handsome face in front of her, as deep as a statue, she shook her head vigorously, and her eyes gradually became firmer:

"I'm not afraid, sir. You are definitely not a bad person. Even if you really kill countless people, you must be killing people who deserve to be killed."

"Hahaha!"

Xiao Qingxia is not yet experienced in the world, and she still firmly believes in the simple belief that appearance is justice. Du Weiguo was amused by her and laughed heartily, and joked in a joking tone:

"Xiao Qingxia, did you come to such a superficial conclusion because of my handsomeness? Isn't this okay? A bad person can also be very good-looking, let alone have the word "bad guy" carved on his forehead."

After being exposed, Xiao Qingxia's pretty face turned red, and even the tips of her ears turned red. She was so cute.

She lowered her head with a guilty conscience, revealing her long neck as delicate as white jade, and argued in a voice as loud as a mosquito:

"That's not true. I-I don't have it."

"Ah."

Du Weiguo stretched out his fingers and gently twisted the tips of her red agate-like ears:

"Okay, Xiao Qingxia, I won't tease you anymore. Where is your father having a meeting? I'll take you there now."

As the parting was about to begin, Xiao Qingxia felt a hint of unspeakable disappointment in her heart, but she still replied obediently:

"Just, it's at Kai Tak Building near the theater."

Du Weiguo nodded and said nothing. Brother Ting, who had been driving quietly, picked up the walkie-talkie at hand with a wink.

"Sir, you have to cross the sea now. It will take about half an hour to reach Victoria Harbor. Alley, go and prepare the ferry immediately."

Someone quickly replied on the intercom: "Roger, I understand."

Immediately, the leading car accelerated immediately, then turned right to get rid of the convoy, speeding toward the port, making arrangements in advance.

This is the power Du Weiguo has now. In Hong Kong Island, his will is above everything else. As long as he wants to do something, there is nothing that cannot be achieved, and his true wishes will come true.

Du Weiguo seemed to have lost interest in talking at this moment. He rolled down the window, lit a cigarette, and looked far into the distance.

The carriage suddenly became silent.

He originally planned to watch a movie freely like an ordinary person today, eat some delicious food, walk around and watch the beautiful scenery.

The first half was actually quite smooth, and we even had the unexpected surprise of meeting Xiao Qingxia, but the whole thing fell apart in the second half, and he turned into an evil god who could control the wind and rain and cover the sky with one hand.

Come with good fortune and return with bad luck.

In addition, Du Weiguo is also thinking about Mad Cow. This young man who is good at backstabbing and ambitious is definitely no longer available.

Not only could it no longer be used, it even had to be eliminated directly. Today, Mad Cow had lost face in front of so many people, and it was inevitable that he would feel resentful and wait for an opportunity to retaliate.

After all, the flour business cannot be exposed to the light, and he knows the operational details of this business too well. If it is really taken advantage of by some people, the consequences will be unpredictable.

Unstable factors like him must be eliminated. This is the typical mentality of those in power, to prevent disaster before it happens.

However, Du Weiguo couldn't let Zou Yaozu take over the business. The old man was very loyal.

However, as a superior, decentralization of power and checks and balances are necessary, and situations where the tail is too big must be avoided and killed in advance.

In fact, Du Weiguo currently has two candidates in mind, but neither of them is ideal.

The first one is Ma Wuye. He is a veteran in the Jianghu, and he is loyal and experienced enough. However, he finally got ashore. Now that his son has become promising, Du Weiguo does not want to drag him into the water anymore.

The second one is Lancelot. The old handsome guy has extraordinary fighting power, and he has always been indifferent to money and material desires, so he is the best candidate.

It's just that the old handsome guy has a strong sense of morality, and Du Weiguo is a little unsure whether he will fall out if he rashly asks him to sell flour.

At this moment, the BMW had already boarded the ferry. Xiao Qingxia looked at Du Weiguo, who was deep in thought and exuding calm charm. She felt dizzy and fascinated.

"First of all, sir, I, I don't know your name yet."

Somehow, Xiao Qingxia had the courage to ask.

Du Weiguo came to his senses and turned around, looking at Xiao Qingxia who looked shy and timid. Seeing her pity, I smiled and took out a evil shuttle from my arms and handed it to her:

"My name is Wesley, Xiao Qingxia. I'm giving this to you. If you come to Hong Kong Island in the future and someone bullies you, take this out to keep you safe."

"Ah, oh, thank you, Mr. Wesley."

Xiao Qingxia grasped the evil shuttle with a vague understanding. Brother Ting in the front row saw this scene through the rearview mirror. His eyes suddenly lit up and he almost went crazy with envy.

This is the Evil God Shuttle! The evil god’s unique token.

Ever since Lai Hao's righteous gang was uprooted by Du Weiguo, he went on a killing spree in the Kowloon Walled City, and countless counterfeiters were executed, no one dares to forge his tokens anymore.

On Hong Kong Island, only Zhongyi Hall has preserved two evil shuttles. Now, if anyone has a real one in his hand, he can definitely go sideways.

"Sir, can you tell me your address so that I can write to you in the future?"

After a while, Xiao Qingxia's palms holding the Evil God Shuttle were already sweating. She mustered up her courage again and asked softly.

Du Weiguo was amused again and teased in a teasing tone:

"It's possible, but I'm a poor man living all over the world and have no place to live."

Xiao Qingxia was startled at first, then realized that Du Weiguo was teasing her:

"Uh~ Sir, how is this possible, you~"

Du Weiguo rubbed her little head and changed the topic with a smile:

"Xiao Qingxia, you like watching movies so much, then do you want to make a movie yourself and shoot it with Brother Xiaolong?"

Xiao Qingxia was completely confused: "Huh?"

At 2 o'clock in the afternoon, Du Weiguo returned to the Baishawan Villa calmly, and Zhao Yingnan and his party also returned.

"I said, Mr. Wesley, I heard that despite your busy schedule today, you still found time to go to the Lid Theater to save the beauty?"

Zhao Yingnan is now regarded as a ground-truth in Hong Kong Island. He has good hands and eyes and is well-informed. Naturally, he can't hide the troubles in the market from her, but her tone is slightly acetic.

Du Weiguo retorted angrily:

"Dear Ms. Merlin, I only saved a 14-year-old girl, and her hair hasn't even grown yet? Are you being too jealous?"

Zhao Yingnan snorted coldly:

"Tch! So what if you are 14 years old? I heard that Joan of Arc in Quiana is only 18 years old this year. The key is that you, Du Daguan, are so charming that you can appeal to both young and old~"

She must be a little angry. Today is the first time that Kunpeng Group has tried to enter the real estate industry, and it is also a unique auction situation.

To be honest, before the auction started, Zhao Yingnan was really a little nervous.

Previously, Zhao Yingnan tried hard to get Du Weiguo to accompany her to the town, but he refused to agree, saying that he had something to do.

As a result, the grandson sneaked out to watch a movie leisurely and saved a charming little beauty.

In fact, the reason why Zhao Yingnan was so aggressive and unrelenting was that she had been feeling uneasy since Du Weiguo returned to Hong Kong Island.

To put it bluntly, people are selfish, and feelings are inherently difficult to share, and she is not immune to this.

But after all, when so many people were exposed, Du Weiguo frowned slightly and felt a little ashamed. Zhao Yingnan regretted it as soon as he said it, but because of his face, he couldn't soften it directly. The atmosphere suddenly became awkward.

"Merlin, one code must be one code, so don't mess around. By the way, Wesley, Feng Jiu also went to the auction house today. He said that there was another bizarre case recently. He should have gone to find you."

Chaofeng Lu Yan, who is well-versed in human relations, jumped out at the right time to smooth things over, perfectly attracting Du Weiguo's attention:

"A bizarre case?"

Lu Yan nodded, went over and handed Du Weiguo a cigarette, and lit it for him knowingly:

"Well, I heard it was some kind of serial murder case. It's quite weird."

Du Weiguo raised his eyebrows:

"Uncle Jiu is a descendant of Maoshan and is best at Qimen Dunjia. Shouldn't this kind of case be his most proficient area?"

Lu Yan shrugged: "Who knows?"

Du Weiguo exhaled the smoke: "Uncle Ninth, it's true. If you have anything to do, just come to me directly. Why do you need to go through all the extra trouble?"

"Hey~" Lu Yan chuckled:

"Feng Jiu is an old man with a sick mind. He wants to save face and suffer the consequences. He blames Zhongyi Hall for setting up a private court and stealing their jobs. He can't save face, so he met by chance."

Du Weiguo smiled bitterly and shook his head. He actually realized this problem. This was not his original intention, and it would not last long, and would also encounter backlash.

Therefore, just now in Zhongyi Hall, Du Weiguo and Zou Yaozu had a brief exchange of words, a few in total.

First of all, in the future, the size of the law enforcement team must be strictly controlled, within 800 people, and the number of troops should be high rather than large.

Secondly, from now on, the law enforcement team will no longer patrol and inspect the streets. On weekdays, everyone will be gathered together to beat and train to death.

Finally, if a short mule breaks the rules and gets into a fight or a fight in the street, let the police act according to the law first, and then their law enforcement team will go to the head of their association to settle the score.

"Okay, then I will go find Uncle Jiu now to see if there are any other earth-shattering cases in Hong Kong Island."

Du Weiguo turned around and was about to leave. Zhao Yingnan had already thought about it and realized that he had indeed gone too far today, so he quickly stopped him.

"Wesley, have you had lunch? Otherwise, let's call Uncle Jiu over to have dinner together and chat while we eat."

Du Weiguo knew that she felt aggrieved, but he did not vent his anger on her, and patted the back of her hand gently:

"Uncle Jiu is also upset. I'm a junior after all, so I'd better take the initiative to find him. Yeli, let's go, come with me."

"Meow~"

As soon as he finished speaking, Yeli jumped onto his shoulder like black lightning, screamed with joy, and glanced at Nightmare arrogantly.

The meaning is self-evident, silly dog, have you seen it, am I still favored more?

Uncle Jiu is now the chief detective of the three major districts on Hong Kong Island, one person below the rank of ten thousand. However, he still stays at the Yau Ma Tei Police Station and works in his original detective's office.

At this moment, Uncle Jiu was frowning and flipping through the case files with concentration. The cigarette butts held between his fingers were almost burning, but he didn't notice at all.

"Dang Dang Dang!"

A crisp knock on the door interrupted Uncle Jiu's thoughts. He raised his head, pinched the bridge of his nose tiredly, and replied in a deep voice:

"Enter!"

"Uncle Jiu, are you busy?"

Du Weiguo opened the door and walked in with a warm tone, and the black cat Yeli sat obediently on his shoulders.

"Hey, Wesley, why are you here?"

Seeing Du Weiguo, Uncle Jiu was stunned for a moment, then quickly stood up with an expression of surprise and joy.

"I heard that you have encountered another difficult case here. It just so happens that I have been fine recently, so I came over to see if I can do my best."

Du Weiguo spoke very humbly and politely, and the resentment accumulated in Uncle Jiu's stomach disappeared instantly.

Zou Yaozu is a good man and a master who knows how to get things done. He has already conveyed everything to Uncle Jiu about what Du Weiguo just told him in the morning.

At the end, he sincerely apologized to Uncle Jiu, saying that it was his inability to give random orders before, which caused Zhongyi Hall to affect the normal law enforcement of the police force.

His approach was impeccable, and he was satisfied both inside and outside. Uncle Ninth had nothing to say. Now that Du Weiguo came to visit in person, Uncle Ninth was even more satisfied.

The dark clouds in the sky have all dispersed!

"Wesley, you, you."

Uncle Jiu was so emotional that he choked up for a moment.

Du Weiguo smiled and spoke sincerely:

"Uncle Jiu, Hong Kong Island is my second hometown after all. Although I usually act recklessly and do a lot of ridiculous things, I still hope that this place will get better and better."

What he said was really not to flatter himself. Although he had committed a lot of murders and lawlessness on Hong Kong Island, he had never taken the initiative to affect civilians from beginning to end.

In addition, in the past two years, Du Weiguo has been sparing no effort to revitalize industry on Hong Kong Island, maintain peace, help those in need, and at the same time extend a helping hand to the north without expecting anything in return.

Uncle Jiu has seen all these things one by one. Generally speaking, the flaws cannot be concealed.

"Okay, okay~"

Uncle Jiu's eyes were red, and he turned around quickly and wiped the corners of his eyes. Du Weiguo took out his cigarette case and handed him a cigarette, changing the topic without leaving any trace:

"Uncle Jiu, tell me about the case. What case can still trouble you?"

"Hey~ You can do it, right?"

Faced with Du Weiguo's compliments, Uncle Jiu blushed for a rare time and showed a look of embarrassment.

Perhaps to ordinary people, Uncle Jiu is indeed considered to have unique skills and vast magical powers, but facing Du Weiguo, he is nothing. It is estimated that he can't even withstand a single move now.

However, Uncle Jiu was not an ordinary person after all. He was open-minded by nature. He quickly collected his emotions and replied solemnly:

"Wesley, the case I encountered is indeed very evil. It should be caused by evil Taoist cultivators and someone who wants to become an immortal."

Upon hearing this, Du Weiguo suddenly became interested and joked with a smile: "Become an immortal? Are you so awesome?"

Uncle Jiu reluctantly handed the case file on the table to Du Weiguo: "Really, take a look at it yourself first."

The case file is very thick, there are three cases in total, one occurs every other day, and one person dies in each case, and the method of death is also very strange.

In the first case, a wealthy businessman surnamed Yan from Wanwan came to Hong Kong Island to invest and do business. He died inexplicably in his hotel room.

If that was the case, there would be nothing surprising. What was strange was the cause of his death. He was in bed, covered with a quilt, and was frozen to death.

According to the current temperature on Hong Kong Island, even though it is winter, the lowest temperature at night can still exceed 10 degrees Celsius. This situation is absolutely impossible.

The second case is even more mysterious. The mistress of a Hong Kong legislator, a well-known socialite named Cheng, died inexplicably in the living room of her villa.

The condition of her death was even more strange. She was completely naked and had no skin injuries. However, her body was charred and curled up into a ball. The autopsy report stated that she died of asphyxiation from fireworks.

This is even more incredible. Her villa is located on the seaside and is quite large. If she wants to die from suffocation from fireworks, the house must at least be burned into rubble.

In fact, there was not even a trace of open fire in her villa, not even charcoal.

The third case is also very interesting. It turns out to be a retired former CIA intelligence analyst. Like Su Li, this guy stayed on Hong Kong Island and worked as an intelligence broker.

This guy died in the back alley of a bar on Bowland Street, his tongue pulled out.

The strange thing is that his completely distorted face still retains a happy smile. When his tongue was pulled out and his big dark mouth was opened, it made people shudder.

Putting down the case file, Du Weiguo seemed thoughtful.

These two bizarre cases seemed to coincide with a movie he had watched inexplicably, but it was so long ago that he couldn't remember it clearly.

"Uncle Jiu, you said there are people who want to become immortals. What's going on?"

"Ah~"

Uncle Jiu sighed and said in a sad tone:

"There is always a group of radical alchemists in the Taoist sect. These bastards believe in the theory of reincarnation and becoming immortals." (End of this chapter)