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Zhang Tongjue stared at the young man in front of him.

He already looked very weak.

His face was pale, his cheeks were slightly sunken, and his lips were dark. Due to a long illness, his body was filled with a faint bitter smell of traditional Chinese medicine. The green shirt was loose on him, as if a gust of wind could blow him down.

"Are you the night watchman?"

Le Jing nodded and replied calmly: "Yes, I am."

Just as Zhang Tongjue was sizing him up, he was also sizing up Zhang Tongjue. At this time, Zhang Tongjue was just a young man in his 30s. Of course, by the standards of the Republic of China at this time, he was already middle-aged.

He has a fat body, a beer belly, and an amiable smile on his chubby cheeks. He looks like a friendly uncle next door. No one would associate him with a murderous gangster. Together.

"Are you Zhang Tongjue?"

"Why, it doesn't look like it?"

"It really doesn't look like it," Le Jing replied seriously: "The old saying is true. It turns out that you know people but not their hearts."

Zhang Tongjue was not angry either. He always had a good temper towards a dying person.

He looked at Li Jingran tolerantly, and even showed a very kind smile, his eyes implicitly asking, "What do you want from me?"

"It's just that before I die, I want to see who wants to kill me." Le Jing smiled calmly, "Now I am about to die of illness, are you very happy?"

Zhang Tongjue was not surprised that Li Jingran knew this - otherwise, how could Li Jingran find him? He also had some guesses about the person who told Li Jingran about this matter, and he was not worried about what Li Jingran would do - when he was let in, his men had already conducted a detailed body search on Li Jingran, which could guarantee that he had nothing on him now. Any weapon.

How could an unarmed, seriously ill young man plot against someone who had practiced martial arts since childhood and was surrounded by bodyguards?

So in response to Le Jing's question, he responded with an implicit and proud smile, and said with rare honesty: "To be honest, I'm very happy. It's too dangerous for you to survive and you will cause a lot of trouble to this country."

The young man raised his eyebrows and said sharply: "Causing trouble to the country? I don't think so, right? Is it going to cause trouble to the current government?"

Zhang Tongjue's eyes darkened slightly, but he still said with a smile: "Without the current government, where would the Republic of China come from? Do you think that if there is a problem with the government, the people of this country can be alone?"

The young man shook his head in disapproval, and his amber eyes looked at him impartially, his eyes were tenacious and shining: "No, you are wrong. It is the people who created the country, and it is the people who chose the government. If the government appears If the problem cannot be solved, then the people will naturally elect a new government to manage the country on their behalf, even if this process is accompanied by blood and war, it is the result of the will of the people."

Zhang Tongjue took a deep breath and barely resisted the urge to shoot him. He told himself that Li Jingran was going to die soon, and he didn't have to be angry at the dying man's nonsense.

Today at noon, he was eating in the private room of the restaurant where he usually eats. But he heard a rumor that someone wanted to see him. If it were another cat or dog, Zhang Tongjue would definitely send him away, but the person who came was not an ordinary person, but a night watchman. That's why he met him.

The word "night watchman" used to be a pain in his heart.

He first heard of this writer through the novel "Memoirs of a Geisha".

He has also read this novel. It is indeed a good work. But the content still cannot escape the usual weakness and naivety of intellectuals.

Does the night watchman think that this article can improve the situation of prostitutes? Can China abolish the prostitute system?

Ultimately, "Memoirs of a Courtesan" can do nothing but make readers shed a few tears.

What really made him take Le Jing into his heart and feel that this person was somewhat dangerous was the novel "The Last Man Who Didn't Take Drugs" that he subsequently published.

This novel was not long, only 20,000 to 30,000 words, but he read it very slowly, feeling cold and a little unhappy at the same time.

After reading the entire novel, the first thought in his mind was that this work must be banned as soon as possible.

He saw some horrible things in this work that he couldn't describe, but the only thing that was certain was that if this article spread, it would affect his opium business to some extent.

Zhang Tongjue has never underestimated the powerful power of ideas and public opinion. As someone who personally experienced the revolution that overthrew the monarchy, he understands the horror of ideas better than anyone else.

He thought he might have made a mistake. Although the Night Watchman is a bit weak and naive, his writing style is good, and the works he writes are very provocative and still have a certain degree of threat.

He sent someone to check on the night watchman.

Then I learned that the night watchman's name was Li Jingran, who was born in the Li family in Fengtian. This time, he had a falling out with his family and went to Beijing alone with his young sister to seek life. The Li family in Fengtian is indeed quite wealthy and powerful in the local area, but this is Peiping, and the Li family can't reach Peiping yet.

So he asked Chen Si to contact Zhang Minchang, the police chief of Peking, and ask him to lock up the night watchman for a few days and teach him a lesson so that he would know what to say and what not to say.

But until then, he didn't really take the Night Watch seriously.

There are so many writers who have written extraordinary works, and Night Watchman is not the only one who has proposed the idea of ​​banning smoking. The reason why Zhang Tongjue wanted to lock up Night Watchman was because he felt very uncomfortable reading "The Last Man Who Doesn't Take Drugs", so he wanted to teach Night Watchman a lesson.

Later, when he heard that Li Jingran was bailed out by Marshal Xue, he just raised his eyebrows in surprise and sighed at his good luck in his heart.

I think "Memoirs of a Famous Courtesan" is still useful. Isn't it to please Marshal Xue's concubine who has become a good woman and let her lobby for Night Watchman?

However, even if Marshal Xue bailed Li Jingran out, it does not mean that Li Jingran will be fine from now on, nor does it mean that Li Jingran can continue to write these "banned" things.

As expected.

Soon there was news that Li Jingran was banned.

After all, Marshal Xue's military pay can only be raised by opium taxes.

Under the busy affairs, he quickly put the name of Li Jingran aside. It was after the New Year that he heard the name of Li Jingran again. At that time, he had returned to Shanghai.

The dispute between him and the Li family was a hot topic in the newspapers, and even the Shanghai newspapers talked about it. Of course, he also read "The Way of Animals" in which Li Jingran responded. It was this article that completely made Li Jingran a thorn in his heart.

Whether it was "The Last Non-drug Addict" or "The Way of Animals", Li Jingran was so young, why did he always write articles that made him uncomfortable.

It was at that time that he recognized Li Jingran as a person: this boy was born with rebellious bones and should not be underestimated.

However, "The Way of Animals" did not infringe on his interests, and he was not the kind of pervert who would kill people because of a little discomfort. What really made him want to kill Li Jingran was an incident that happened later.

The contact person in the party contacted him and told him one thing: find out who the author of "The Rise of Dynasties" was and kill him.

Zhang Tongjue had helped his superiors before.

The work "The Rise of Dynasties" is so famous! Not only is he following it, but many brothers in the gang are also obsessed with this work.

Of course, he will not let his personal feelings affect his work, but he is still a little curious, why does the superior want to kill Lin Zhongqi?

The reason is very simple, because there is a red ghost hidden in "The Rise of Dynasties".

Knowing this premise, he carefully reread "The Rise of Dynasties".

That night, he couldn't sleep.

The surging murderous intent towards Li Jingran lingered in his mind.

Li Jingran must die, he realized this very clearly.

This 17-year-old boy hides a terrible monster in his body! His thoughts are the most dangerous weapon in the world!

This terrible thought was packaged by his superb writing skills to be particularly gentle and harmless, and it is natural that he didn't even realize it before!

If he hadn't been awakened by the contact this time, would he have been brainwashed into a believer of the red thought? How many people in China have been successfully brainwashed? As long as he thought of this, he couldn't sleep at night.

The night watchman must be killed as soon as possible!

So he immediately planned the assassination of the night watchman, but what he didn't expect was that the sure-fire plan had variables-a traitor appeared among them!

Liao Fang!

This little man he had never taken seriously before betrayed him! It's not appropriate to say that he betrayed, he was originally a spy sent by others!

He destroyed the assassination and successfully let Li Jingran run away!

"Do you know what I want to do by coming to you today?"

Li Jingran's voice broke his thoughts. He put away his wandering eyes and turned back to the sickly boy in front of him. The anger that had just arisen in his heart was suddenly replaced by pleasure.

Liao Fang tried every means to rescue Li Jingran, so what? He is still going to die of illness now!

He was in a good mood and curled his lips, "Didn't you come to see me?"

An inexplicable light flashed across the boy's eyes, and he curled his lips and smiled mysteriously.

Zhang Tongjue felt a little strange about this strange smile, "Why are you smiling like that?"

"Because you guessed wrong." Le Jing laughed and said, "I came here to kill you this time."

As soon as he finished speaking, countless guns pointed at Le Jing from behind Zhang Tongjue. Zhang Tongjue waved his hand, signaling them not to be nervous. He looked at Le Jing and repeated with some amusement: "Just you?"

The boy was panting, his cheeks were as red as cherries, and he looked like he had a high fever. Zhang Tongjue didn't need the bodyguards behind him, he could kill him with just one finger.

Le Jing sighed helplessly and shook his head with some disappointment: "Yes, I can't kill you now. If I move a little now, I will be robbed and killed, right?"

Zhang Tongjue loosened his collar and felt a little short of breath. He smiled smugly: "I'm glad you understand."

"So..." Under the muzzles of countless guns, Le Jing stood up tremblingly, met Zhang Tongjue's contemptuous eyes, and smiled: "Have you heard of a common man's anger?"

"What..." Zhang Tongjue's voice was interrupted by several gunshots downstairs. He was stunned for a second, and before he could react, he was caught off guard by the boy's hot eyes, which seemed to have wildfire burning in them.

'Not good! '

He was alert and instinctively wanted to stand up, but he felt dizzy, weak all over, and had some difficulty breathing.

"What did you do to me?" He twisted his face and glared at the boy in front of him reflexively.

Le Jing's vision was actually blurred, and he couldn't clearly see Zhang Tongjue's expression at this time, but from his heavy breathing, he understood that he was not having an easy time at this time.

How can it be better?

After all, before going upstairs, he deliberately changed into this set of clothes soaked in concentrated cyanide. In this era, there was little awareness of cyanide poisoning, so the bitter almond aroma unique to cyanide was not something people were wary of.

Cyanide, a deadly chemical, can be poisonous by respiratory inhalation in addition to oral administration and physical contact. In other words, Le Jing is now a walking poisonous person.

Le Jing breathed hard, his body spasming. He knew that he was suffering from acute cyanide poisoning and would die in two minutes at most.

But it doesn't matter.

Because within a few minutes, Zhang Tongjue would also be dead.

"Are you feeling difficulty breathing and blurred vision now?" Le Jing gasped for air while smiling: "Why do you think I came to you? I'm going to die, so of course I want to come and be buried with you!"

Zhang Tongjue's eyes were about to burst, and he roared angrily: "You poisoned me?! When?!"

Le Jing laughed and rushed towards Zhang Tongjue: "Do you think I will tell you?"

"What are you waiting for! Kill him!!!"

"Bang, bang, bang, bang..." The sound of gunshots was heard endlessly, and the fiery bullets rammed into his body, making a dull sound.

It hurts.

Was Huang Jiguang in such pain back then?

Le Jing tried his best to open his eyes wide. He looked through the window and seemed to see the streets outside the window with people coming and going. He seemed to see the peaceful and prosperous age a hundred years later.

He suddenly remembered a passage in the Bible: I have fought the good fight, I have finished the race, I have kept the faith. From now on I will have the crown of righteousness. I retain.

But, it's still a bit regretful.

In the end, he still couldn't see the dawn...

The darkness came fiercely, completely crushing Le Jing.

When Liao Fang led his people to the second floor, they saw this scene:

The young man's green shirt had long turned into a blood-stained one, and there were countless bloody holes in his body. He opened his arms and faced the surging gunfire. His thin and frail but upright body swayed in the gunfire like a leaf falling in the wind.

"No!!!"

In his heartbroken cry, the boy's body fell heavily to the ground, splattering with blood.

Li Jingran opened his eyes, his amber eyes dull, and there was still a melancholy smile at the corner of his mouth.

On August 24, 1926, the famous revolutionary and writer Li Jingran was shot to death by the Youth Gang reactionaries at the age of 17.

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