Sun Mingyue asked: "Can't find the clue?"

Fang Han shook his head: "No trace left, he is a master!"

"The more masters you are, the more you want to catch them!" Sun Mingyue bit her cherry lips: "These people are too cruel. You didn't see that scene. It's so miserable!"

Fang Han said: "Have you found out the reason?"

"The two families have nothing to do with each other, and they don't know each other." Sun Mingyue shook her head and said, "There have been crossed with characters, and there are no clues!"

"That's to say nothing." Fang Han said: "Where is the human sea tactic? No one checks on witnesses?"

"It rained heavily that night, and I was lying at home, and there was no one outside."

“Where is the surveillance?”

“It’s too backward here, there’s no surveillance.”

“Not a witness?”

"No." Sun Mingyue shook her head.

Fang Han smiled bitterly, no wonder Sun Mingyue came to him. This was a purely headless case, and there was no clue at all, so there was no way to investigate it.

“Have you ever had a similar case before?”

"No."

"It shouldn't be..." Fang Han shook his head and said, "They are veterans and must have killed anyone!"

"Has it been done outside the province?" Sun Mingyue pondered.

Fang Han said: "It's very likely."

Sun Mingyue nodded: "Then I will send a letter of assistance and ask other provinces."

"Let's trace these cases." Fang Han pondered: "See if you can find evidence, they shouldn't be so experienced in the early stage."

"Yeah, I understand!" Sun Mingyue was excited.

Although Fang Han did not directly find the evidence and seize the prisoner as she imagined, he provided an idea that it was very likely to break the deadlock.

Now the people in the task force are almost crazy, confused and have no idea. They have no idea how to start, and they are helpless as the golden time passes.

Fang Han waved his hand: "Look at me if you find the evidence."

"No problem." Sun Mingyue smiled and said, "With you here, I believe I can catch them!"

Fang Han said: "It depends on their luck!"

———

Fang Han returned to New York, and as soon as he got off the plane, the reporters surrounded him crazily and took photos. The microphone was stuffed and he wanted to stab him into his mouth.

They asked if Fang Han and Annie Cole broke up with him, when did he meet his new girlfriend? Because of her, she broke up with Annie Cole?

Fang Han put on his sunglasses and left the airport without saying a word. He was extremely powerful. The reporters formed several floors but couldn't stop him. He walked slowly forward, keeping his pace, getting into his car, and then leaping away.

The reporters were unwilling to chase his car, and Fang Han's car was good. He was fast, so he threw them away after a while and returned to his manor.

After entering the manor, he saw Anne Cole in the living room, and his eyes widened.

Anne Cole was wearing a long dress and graceful, and said with a smile: "I came here secretly, no one knew!"

Fang Han shook his head helplessly and couldn't bear to blame him.

"A guest came yesterday." Annie Cole came over and hugged his arm and sat on the sofa: "It was your senior brother."

"Senior Brother?" Fang Han said: "Is the surname Song?"

"Yes." Anne Cole said: "I'll be back today."

Fang Han nodded. Song Ren was busy with noble people, so it was definitely not a trivial matter to come to find him.

He suddenly leaned over and picked up Anne Cole. She looked at him with a smile. Just as the two were about to go upstairs, Oppenheimer appeared and said that a Mr. Song was coming.

Fang Han hurriedly went out to greet him in person. When he arrived at the manor gate, Song Ren came out of the car, wearing a casual suit, looking very handsome.

He shook hands with Fang Han with a smile: "Junior brother, I'm here to ask for help."

"Senior Brother Song, come into the house and talk." Fang Han invited him into the manor. Sitting in the living room, Anne Cole made tea for the two of them.

Her movements are elegant and calm, and her slender jade hands are arranged in an exquisite shape. The fragrance of tea and the beauty of people are in harmony, which makes it a great enjoyment to look at.

Song Ren smiled and said, "Fang Han, there is a good way to train!"

Fang Han shook his head: "Anne is very insightful."

Anne Cole took the initiative to learn the tea ceremony because Fang Han liked tea very much, she liked to make it for Fang Han to drink, and the way of making tea was meticulous, which she liked very much.

Annikoll handed the tea to the two of them, and Song Ren drank it all, sighed and nodded: "The heat is good!"

Fang Han smiled and said, "I've practiced it with me. Now I'm really excited... Senior Brother Song, Master Song, he is fine. He's too busy these days. I've come to see him in two days."

"Master is still the same." Song Ren put down the teacup and sighed: "But there is a troublesome thing, I'll ask you for help from junior brother."

Fang Han said: "What's the matter?"

Song Ren said in a deep voice: "Master has an enemy, a disciple of the Japanese Yingfengpiao Jianliu. He came here a few days ago to challenge Master."

"The sword flows in the wind..." Fang Han thought for a while and nodded: "I've heard of it."

Because his master Jiang Cheng's enemy came to the door, he had learned about the Japanese martial arts world. His spirit was pure and first-class, but he was not a top-notch genre.

Song Ren said: "Master killed a guy who drifted in the wind and blew his sword. His disciples are coming to challenge now. The sword technique is very powerful."

Song Ren continued: "If you are an ordinary disciple, I don't want to bother you, Junior Brother, but this guy is a genius. Not only is he a disciple of the sword flowing in the wind, but he also worships Beichen Yidao Liu and even gets the essence of Jingxin Mingzhi Liu. He is very powerful, I am no match!"

Fang Han smiled and said, "Then you have to see it!...How old is he?"

If you can obtain the essence of Beichen Yishu and Jingxin Mingzhiliu, you are definitely not an ordinary genius. These two sects are the best sword techniques. It is already amazing to obtain one, but it is amazing to obtain the essence of two sects.

Song Ren said: "Twenty-nine!"

Fang Han nodded slowly: "It's indeed a genius, you must see it!... When will he challenge it?"

"Three days later." Song Ren smiled bitterly: "I originally wanted to fight myself, but unfortunately I couldn't beat him."

Fang Han said: "You must never show off your strength. Master Bai still hopes that you will die in your life with your senior brother!"

"I think so too." Song Ren shook his head and sighed: "I am not a martial arts master, which disappointed my master. I can't support the door now."

"The Zhigongtang is growing stronger in your hands, your senior brother, and everyone has their own strengths!" Fang Han smiled and said, "I am not as talented as Senior Brother Song, you are a wise man, so it's okay to do it!"

"Master also feels that I can only leave it to you." Song Ren shook his head and smiled bitterly: "I'm quite ashamed!"

"Senior brother is so polite!" Fang Han said: "We are not outsiders. It is appropriate to support each other. Annie's bodyguard is not thanks to you, senior brother!"

"Any okay, is Annie?"

"If I become a policeman, she will be in danger." Fang Han said: "I wish I could protect her closely."

"I'll find two more bodyguards to come over." Song Ren said.

Fang Han shook his head: "The more bodyguards, the better. These two are already very good, enough."

Too many bodyguards will cause slackness and lose their trembling sensitivity. Instead, it will weaken the role of bodyguards and make things more likely to happen at critical moments.

Song Ren said: "They are the best!... You should be promoted, right?"

Fang Han smiled: "My identity is a matter of promotion or not."

"That's not necessarily." Song Ren said: "I know you have made many great achievements and should be promoted!"

Fang Han nodded: "It's almost done."

His contribution is indeed enough to be promoted, but he does not want to be promoted. There is not much difference between his powers of promotion or not. He has to be responsible for trivial copywriting, such as Catherine. The power of the American police is not as great as he imagined. The difference is just a little salary.

Song Ren said: "Your manor is good, should you change it to Chinese style?"

Fang Han smiled and shook his head.

Song Ren smiled and said, "I have a group of elite soldiers and are good at Chinese decoration."

"I want to pretend to be Chinese in my Haitian villa."

"No problem. I'll send someone over."

Fang Han laughed: "It's so wasteful."

"I mean little." Song Ren said: "It will definitely satisfy you!"

Fang Han nodded: "Okay, then I'll bother you, Senior Brother Song!"

"This is the information of that kid." Song Ren took out a USB flash drive from his pocket and put it on the coffee table, and smiled and said, "Okay, I'm leaving, I still have to work hard. I'm like a top now!"

"Okay." Fang Han said: "Come here to pick me up the day before, and I will prepare for it."

Song Ren nodded and smiled at Annie Cole. Turned around and left, and Fang Han sent him out of the manor.

Fang Han took Annie Cole's tablet computer and sat on the sofa to look at the USB drive sent by Song Ren. There were some photos and dense information, including his experiences, daily habits, and daily trivial matters. He had very detailed information.

Annie Cole couldn't help saying, "You want to duel with someone?"

Fang Han nodded as he looked at the information.
To be continued...