Hong Kong variety show: Beauty and Bones

The next day

Sunlight streamed through the office window onto Ma Jun's face. He arrived early, still thinking about investigating Feng Yuxiu.

Ma Jun sat at his computer, expertly logging into the police system. As someone with a high rank, he had access to a wide range of information. He typed in Feng Yuxiu's name, and a series of relevant information immediately popped up on the screen.

The name Feng Yuxiu was not a common one, and there were not many duplicates. Ma Jun sorted them out one by one, but finally found that there was no Feng Yuxiu he was looking for.

Ma Jun sat in front of his computer, his fingers tapping away at the keyboard, his eyes glued to the screen. He had already searched all criminal records and resident registration information, but had found no clues about Feng Yuxiu.

He stroked his chin and fell into deep thought.

Suddenly, a possibility occurred to him: Feng Yuxiu might have just arrived. He immediately opened the immigration registration system and began to search for recent immigration records.

After searching for a while, he still found nothing.

Ma Jun was stunned. This person was so cautious, how could he not find anything?

If the name is not fake, then what is his purpose?

If he was not mistaken, this martial artist named Feng Yuxiu might have recognized the wrong person.

In the afternoon, Ma Jun left the police station and drove to the prison.

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The prison is heavily guarded, surrounded by high walls and electric fences. Stern-faced guards patrol the area, armed with live ammunition. Every door is tightly locked, and entry is permitted only after rigorous checks and identity verification. The prison entry and exit procedures are even more complex, requiring detailed registration and body searches to ensure that no prohibited items are brought in or out.

If you want to see a prisoner, you usually need to apply in advance and go through a series of approval procedures.

But as a police officer, Ma Jun had special privileges and advantages. He only needed to explain the situation to the prison administrators and say, "There's a case that requires the prisoner's assistance in the investigation," and they would quickly cooperate.

Soon, a prison guard led Ma Jun to the visiting room, a place specially used for meeting and interrogating prisoners. It was well-equipped, with a closed and safe environment.

Ma Jun sat at the table, waiting for the prisoner to arrive.

……

In the prison visiting room, a cold iron table separated two men. Their faces were so similar, they looked like twins, but their fates were completely different. One was treated politely by the guards, while the other, handcuffed, sat quietly on a specially designed chair.

"Officer Ma, please have some water." The prison guard respectfully handed over a paper cup filled with water with a smile on his face.

"Thank you!" Ma Jun nodded politely, then turned his head and looked at the prisoner opposite him intently.

"You came to see me and didn't even bring a gift?" The man asked bluntly, even a little brazenly, "Give me a cigarette."

Ma Jun shook his head slightly and replied firmly, "I have already quit."

The man showed a surprised expression, as if he couldn't believe it. "If I remember correctly, you used to be a heavy smoker!"

However, Ma Jun did not mention the reason why he quit smoking - it was because his girlfriend hated the smell of cigarettes.

At this moment, he just stared calmly at the man in front of him, with a hint of seriousness and earnestness in his eyes.

"I came here this time because I need to ask you something." Ma Jun's voice was low and powerful.

"How cold and heartless!" The man couldn't help but sigh. The world is unpredictable. The two people who were once as close as brothers have become so strange and indifferent when they meet again. Only the business-like attitude remains, as if they can no longer find the deep friendship of the past.

"Don't act so dramatic, Xiahou Wu. I'm here for serious business." Ma Jun looked at him with cold disdain.

"I refuse to answer unless I have cigarettes to smoke." Xiahou Wu said calmly.

Anyway, he is not the one who is anxious!

Ma Jun gritted his teeth and looked at the guy who deserved a beating. Xiahou Wu smiled and the two confronted each other.

Five minutes later, Ma Jun turned to the prison guard behind him and asked, "Do you have any cigarettes?"

"Ah? Yes, yes, yes." The prison guard quickly took out the cigarette from his trouser pocket, but felt a little embarrassed. "The cigarette is not good..."

"Thank you, that's enough!" Ma Jun took the half-full pack of cigarettes and threw it directly on the table.

Xiahou Wu placed his hands on the table and tapped it. "Where's the lighter?"

This time, the prison guard didn't wait for Ma Jun to speak. He took two steps forward and put his lighter on the table.

Xiahou Wu nodded in satisfaction and picked up the cigarette to smoke.

Ma Jun looked at the man in front of him who was smoking, his eyes becoming complicated, as if many emotions were intertwined, and finally turned into a sigh: "Are you still considered a martial artist now?"

He remembered clearly that someone once said with confidence that people who practiced martial arts should stay away from tobacco, alcohol and women, and keep their body and mind pure and focused.

But now, that oath seems to have been forgotten, and this person sits here, leisurely enjoying the short-lived pleasure brought by tobacco.

"A martial artist?" Xiahou Wu sneered and raised his hands. The silver handcuffs within were icy and glaring. "This is the end!"

Ma Jun was silent for a moment, "How long is the sentence?"

Xiahou Wu said nonchalantly, "Who cares? I'm alone, free from worries, well-fed, well-housed, and with plenty of people to chat with. Why would I rush out?"

Ma Jun didn't come here to chat this time. Seeing Xiahou Wu finish his cigarette, he asked, "Xiahou Wu, do you know Feng Yuxiu?"

Xiahou Wu picked up another cigarette, but did not light it. He held it gently in his hand and played with it.

"Who is it? I've never heard of him!" A cigarette flew back and forth lightly and flexibly between the two handcuffed hands.

Ma Jun stared at the cigarette. "I'm from Foshan, looking for my family."

"He said, tell him, I am Feng Yuxiu!"

Xiahou Wu was curious, "Your family? Your girlfriend?"

When they grew up, Ma Jun and Xiahou Wu not only looked very similar, but they were both alone and had no relatives to accompany them.

From childhood to adulthood, the relationship between them has always been very good. The elders in the family are happy to see them together and are happy to take care of them together.

However, fate is full of uncertainties. Xiahou Wu went to Foshan to learn martial arts, and parted ways with Ma Jun.

Afterwards, Ma Jun inherited his father's will and became a policeman, while Xia Houwu returned from his studies and became a martial arts coach at the Police Headquarters.

Although the two have not seen each other for many years, the friendship between them remains deep.

Due to their busy work, Xiahou Wu and Ma Jun were in different divisions and rarely had the chance to meet.

Later, Xiahou Wu was sentenced to prison for manslaughter. When he was first imprisoned, Ma Jun came to visit him many times.

At that time, Xiahou Wu was full of resentment and dissatisfaction, and said some hurtful words, which led to the breakdown of the relationship between the two and they no longer communicated.

As time went by, Xiahou Wu's days in prison grew longer and longer, and his mind gradually calmed down. As a martial artist, his original irritability and the resentment in his heart gradually dissipated.

"Well, I don't know this person." Ma Jun nodded, "I guess he might have recognized the wrong person!"

Before Xiahou Wu could refute, Ma Jun spoke again, "He is a martial artist, what you call a martial artist."

Xiahou Wu's eyes changed. He recalled the past and shook his head, "I don't know who Feng Yuxiu is. Maybe..."

He is a rising star in the martial arts world, or perhaps, he is a person who changed his name!