Sapphire case

21.

Gu Sheng turned around abruptly, Jiang Cheng was caught off guard, and the gun at his waist pressed hard against his leg, Gu Sheng's face changed, and he asked him in a deep voice: "Jiang Cheng, you are not afraid of me if you force me so much. Did it kill you with one shot?"

His voice was very deep, and he couldn't even hear the trace of panic. It seemed that he had regained his composure in an instant. Jiang Cheng took a breath and took half a step back: "You...what did you say?"

"Young commander! Young commander!"

"The fire has been extinguished, and the stairs are still being cleared! The square team has brought people in!"

"You killed me..." Jiang Cheng pressed his hand, Gu Sheng's pale knuckles lightly rubbed against the holster, and he smiled suddenly, "You think you're still alive? I already know I was wrong , maybe it can hurt you more."

He held up Gu Sheng's hand, stroked it and kissed it, then turned around and said to Xiao Li who was separated by a row of trees, "I'm coming!"

He was escorted upstairs by Xiao Li and Lao Zhang, covering his face with a handkerchief. The wallpaper in the corridor was licked by the flames and burned to black. There was a suffocating smell in the corridor. Fang Kai had sent People surrounded the scene. In the isolation zone, a man was lying prone on the ground, and two police officers were squatting on one side.

"Jiang Shaoshuai." Fang Kai saw him coming, stood aside and shook hands with him, "As you can see."

With a sullen face, Jiang Cheng took the handkerchief off his face, took a look at the record from the police officer next to him, and said, "The cause of the fire is unknown... The body was confirmed to be Kazuyuki Ida, who was shot in the knee and back of the neck. The neck is fatal?"

Jiang Cheng flipped through the records, looked up at Fang Kai: "What do you mean... the same person as Shen Wenchang did it?"

Fang Kai didn't express his opinion, he pressed a sealed bag for him, and raised his chin slightly: "7.62mm bullet, you must have read the information last time, isn't it familiar?"

Jiang Cheng had received the sealed bag containing two bullets, but before he said anything, there was a sudden jingle and clang below, accompanied by the man's hoarse yelling and intermittent crying, he was grabbed from the still intact stairs on the other side. A young man came up, Jiang Cheng and Fang Kai turned their heads together, and saw that the young man who was surrounded by three or five strong men was pushed to the ground, fell down as if he had lost his bones, then knelt up and cried: "It's really not me! It's not me! You arrested the wrong person! I'm going to sue you...I'm going to tell Song..."

Before he finished speaking, his chin was pinched and lifted. Jiang Cheng looked down at him, and the police officer next to him immediately said: "Report sir! We were counting the number of people to confirm safety, and we saw this kid sneaking away. Seeing that he didn’t look like a decent person, he grabbed him and yelled for someone to ‘clean up’ us, so he was brought here.”

"Who doesn't look like a decent person! You are not a decent person!" The boy broke away from Jiang Cheng's hand and beat him tremblingly, "I didn't kill the man, and it has nothing to do with me. I want to call Boss Song to come ……I……"

"Mingzhang won't come anymore," Jiang Cheng squeezed his chin again, forcing him to look at him, "Stop talking about you Boss Song, Boss Liu, look who I am?!"

Liu Mian's beautiful eyes that were out of focus were almost in focus. He probably went crazy with fright after the accident, and he was stunned for more than ten seconds. Maybe he finally realized that he had a serious problem this time. Taking off a layer of skin, unable to get through, watching Jiang Cheng shed two lines of tears: "Young commander..."

He shivered from Qing Lingling, and at that moment his broken mind began to practice like beads, he almost screamed: "It's him! I know--he didn't like me a long time ago, I knew it... ...haha... since the last time I asked him for a tiara, it was a fucking relic... He must hate me, I took him for a tiara and he wanted me dead - he wanted me dead! It's Gu... ah!—"

Jiang Cheng pinched his chin and threw him to the ground!

"Nonsense, talking nonsense!" Jiang Cheng straightened up, Fang Kai took the first step and ordered someone to cover his mouth and drag him out, and bowed to Jiang Cheng.

"We must give the Japanese an explanation for this matter," Jiang Cheng looked at Fang Kai and said, "I will not interfere with the investigation, but when I came up, I heard that Ida returned to the private room after the game ended, and only arranged Leaving Liu Mian to serve alone, I wonder if this is true?"

Fang Kai's face turned cold, and then he laughed twice: "—Exactly, exactly!"

Telegrams and letters poured in overnight from the headquarters, the Bureau of Secrecy, and the newspaper office, and calls from the Jiang family's landline simultaneously blew up the lines in Jiang Cheng's Bieyuan. After reading the telegram that came over, he read two lines and said a word, picked up the coat that was on the back of the chair, and went out.

"It's the other way around, who allowed them to report like this? Lin Tong, Guan Shan... and Zhou Ren! A damn southerner can't live in Shanghai, commenting on what kind of 'current affairs'? Arrest them all. Dead!"

The latest telegram in his hand is the comment on the assassination of Ida and Xingsu. This time, there is no Shen Yao holding the news with his hands covering the sky. Rumors about Ida being shot to death by the same method are flying all over the coast. He took the lead in writing articles on "supporting justice", "supporting the backbone of the nation", and "calling for the revolution to kill traitors". Seeing that Jiang Cheng's temples jumped violently, seeing that this had something to do with the "nation", I was afraid that he would only push Liu Mian out. The Japanese could not be stopped.

Jiang Cheng frowned and waved to Lao Zhang who was waiting at the door, and said "back to the headquarters", suddenly remembered something, turned around again, strode towards the backyard, and squeezed the man's thin hand.

Gu Sheng was standing in the backyard chanting his voice, singing "Empty City Strategies" straight and upright, holding a folding fan in his hand to show his figure, when he grabbed his wrist and folded it, the exquisite antique folding fan fell on the on the ground.

Gu Sheng suddenly recovered from the play, his translucent eyes glared at Jiang Cheng sullenly.

"I have to go back to the military headquarters to deal with some matters," Jiang Cheng said, "I'm afraid I won't be able to come back in three or five days."

As soon as he finished speaking, Gu Sheng turned around as if he was not interested, and went to pick up the fan.

Jiang Cheng couldn't see how he treated him like nothing, as if he was worse than a broken fan.Then he squeezed his wrist and pulled it, causing Gu Sheng to stagger and had to raise his head again.

"Be good these few days, and call Xiao Li if you have anything." Jiang Cheng looked into his eyes, unconsciously clenched his hands tighter and tighter, and Gu Sheng struggled a bit uncomfortably, "...don't think about taking advantage of my absence. Make some jokes, do you hear me?"

He clenched his hand vigorously, raised the other hand and brushed away the scattered hair from Gu Sheng's temple, then smiled briefly under the young man's angry eyes, leaned down and kissed the corner of his mouth affectionately, and then Satisfied, he let go of him, and strode out without looking back: "Old Zhang, please contact President Xia of Jin Bao, hurry up..."

Gu Sheng watched him take a few steps with a blank face, wiped the corner of his mouth, picked up the fan from the ground, turned around and continued singing.

This time, Duan Xipi Liushui was replaced.

Ever since Jiang Cheng came back from the headquarters, he has been preparing to plan a gathering in order to exchange information with various parties.

"Hey, I treated you badly the last two times. Hey, even Jingbei didn't take you to have a good time. Why don't you take advantage of this time?" Jiang Cheng thought about the list of invitation letters, and turned to Gu Sheng and said, "Have you ever been to Xicheng Mountain? There is a big horse farm, where the old man brought a group of thoroughbred horses from Great Britain last time... I want to ride horses with you, you are from the south... you Can you ride a horse?"

He paused for a moment, as if he forgot to plan the birthday banquet for the old man for a moment, and the picture of Gu Sheng on horseback suddenly appeared in his mind. He was tall and slender, and he must be very heroic and energetic in a hunting suit.

Gu Sheng was half lying on the sofa chair in the room, Qingjuan's small face was half hidden in the white cashmere scarf, and his eyelashes were drooping, wondering if he heard him speak.

There is actually heating in the room, but Jiang Cheng felt that Gu Sheng's body was so thin that he absolutely couldn't freeze a little bit, and he would only be satisfied if he was wrapped in a scarf. At this moment, his eyes were soft and warm, and Jiang Cheng couldn't help but leaned over and dialed his phone number. Eyelashes: "May I ask you, if I don't go to the racecourse, will it be too cold to go to Pearl Lake? Du Hanqian reminded me, don't catch a cold..."

Gu Sheng's thoughts were still stuck in the drama scripts he had recently received from fanciers from all over the country, his knuckles went down to beat the time with the libretto, and he just nodded unconsciously when he heard the sound.

Jiang Cheng didn't expect him to respond at first, so he was overjoyed. He paced back and forth in front of the desk twice, then shook his head: "No, it's too cold... Let's just go and see the plum blossoms. In fact, I really want to go hunting. I haven’t touched it yet... In the past, the suede skin hunted at this time is smooth and exciting, but you sure don’t like this? Then don’t go..."

At this time, he was thinking about Gu Sheng, looking forward and backward. After chatting for a while, he looked at Gu Sheng's face: "Eh? Why don't we all go, just the two of us. You and I seem to be too... ?”

He couldn't continue talking, and suddenly felt that he was too useless before, but Gu Sheng was annoyed by the chatter in his ears, and looked up at him: "...I won't go."

Jiang Cheng suddenly broke away from his vision of the two-person world, and the hand holding the post dropped, and Gu Sheng subconsciously shrank back into the chair.That subtle movement fell into Jiang Cheng's eyes. Jiang Cheng threw the post on the table, turned his face and smiled at Gu Sheng as if mocking himself: "...I won't hit you. If you don't want to go, just talk about it, you What are you so afraid of me doing?"

His smile was a bit bleak, and unexpectedly easy to talk, Gu Sheng felt strange, and said indifferently: "I accepted the invitation from Shanghai tycoon Feng Zheng to sing at the New Year's Hall, and I will leave in two days. "

He paused for a while, but didn't hear Jiang Cheng's voice. He went to see him in surprise, and then heard Lao Zhang knock on the door: "Young commander, call urgently."

The author has something to say:

Hey, it’s not very fashionable to abuse texts... I feel cold to the North Pole, alas, shivering, I still have to be strong and write for love (look up to the cow in the sky)