Qin Gong's life is spent at the bottom of the flower [broken wonton sea colleagues]

Immediately after, Jiang Ting came in, closed the car door, and took out a medicine box from under the seat, which contained alcohol lamps, gloves, scalpels, and bandages.

Mr. Gong frowned when he smelled the strong smell of blood, but he turned the steering wheel with one hand and stepped on the gas pedal without pause the moment the car door was buckled, mockingly: "Vice-team Qin, is this a casual betting mentality?" , Gamble on the capital that is related to your family and life?"

Qin Chuan remained silent.

Mr. Gong asked coldly, "Did you shoot?"

"No."

Only then did Mr. Gong's expression soften a little.

Qin Chuan was thinking about whether to help out of humanitarianism. Jiang Ting had already lit the lamp for disinfection, and with a twist of the tip of the knife, he pulled the bullet out of the flesh, and threw it into the tin box with a clang.

Qin Chuan's eyelids twitched.

Immediately, Jiang Ting re-bandaged, his hands barely trembled except for shortness of breath, as if he didn't know the pain.

Qin Chuan was still looking at Jiang Ting's wound, Mr. Gong frowned in the rearview mirror, and told Qin Chuan: "Take off the blood-stained clothes and stuff them under the seat. There is a police uniform in the front seat, which is a little big. Roll your trousers inward."

Qin Chuan was taken aback, and seemed to understand something instantly, without asking a word, he immediately took off the blood-stained clothes.

Mr. Gong glanced at him from the rearview mirror.He has excellent night vision, but right now he can't care less about admiring Qin Chuan's body lines.Seeing in the dim light that Qin Chuan only had blood on his coat and no injuries on his body, he breathed a sigh of relief, but his tone was very cold: "Tonight you and I separated at the entrance of the theater after watching "Si Lang Visits His Mother". I went straight home, and you heard the gunshots nearby and went to check on the situation, understand?"

Qin Chuan responded neatly: "Understood."

Mr. Gong was very familiar with this area. He didn't even turn on the lights, and never let go of the gas pedal. He turned a few times to a secluded intersection, and Qin Chuan got out of the car and went back to the scene.

After driving for a few more minutes, Mr. Gong led Jiang Ting to change cars.The previous car was driven away, and there was no time to check his injuries, so he took Jiang Ting straight to the train station.

After changing the car, Jiang Ting took out a roll of blood-stained paper from his pocket: "Here is the list."

Mr. Gong quickly picked it up while driving, glanced at it and put it in his pocket: "The person pretending to be you has already shown up in Nanjing and stayed in a hotel after getting off the train. What about your leg injury?"

Jiang Ting leaned his head against the car window, his face was pale, his eyes were closed tightly, and his brows were slightly frowned, it was hard to tell whether he was awake or asleep.

Mr. Gong judged at a glance from the breathing rate, eyelashes trembling and muscle tension that Jiang Ting was still awake and very uncomfortable.But this does not affect what he will say next: "You should have a complete alibi - I just got out of the theater when someone told me that I received a telegram that someone at the Nanjing Lixingshe was already suspicious of the double. I'll check your whereabouts, and I've dealt with it."

Mr. Gong didn't explain why Dai Li's doubts would be dealt with by him, and Jiang Ting didn't ask.

His tone was very light, as if he didn't take the suspicion seriously at all, and the tone of the second half of the sentence seemed pure doubt: "You have to rush to Nanjing for a meeting tonight, why didn't you leave this matter to Yan Yan?"

Jiang Ting slightly raised his eyelids, a gleam of light appeared from under the dense eyelashes, and then they were closed again, and under Mr. Gong's gentle gaze from the rearview mirror, he said: "The Yan family and the Zeng family have always only Responsible for guaranteeing supplies, Yan Xie has never carried out the task of killing people and stealing information. This operation is of great importance, and there must be no mistakes."

Mr. Gong said "Oh" and reminded: "Information is indeed very important, but at this time, the overall situation should be the top priority - compared to a policeman, the 'nail' we finally broke into the Party Affairs Investigation Office should not be exposed."

Jiang Ting opened his eyes suddenly, and the rearview mirror reflected his beautifully shaped eyes, black and white, like a still shadow.He looked at Mr. Gong, and slowly said: "Yes... the overall situation is the most important thing. Qin Chuan is our target of instigation, but you have been preventing other comrades from contacting him on the grounds that the time is not ripe, is the overall situation also the most important?"

Mr. Gong looked cold and said nothing.

Jiang Ting glanced down at the wound on his leg that was still bleeding, and continued to wrap the fabric around himself until he looked a little fatter than himself: "The timing is right tonight, Yan Yan will talk to him. "

The car stopped at the train station, it was really sweltering outside, but Jiang Ting's porcelain-like face was bloodless, and he got out of the car wrapped in several layers of clothes.

Mr. Gong watched Jiang Ting's back being engulfed by the night, leaned back in his chair, and sighed softly.

The dim yellow light outside the carriage not far away reflected in Mr. Gong's deep pupils, together with the slightly pursed lip line, formed a very delicate expression, which could not be said to be joy or regret.

Yan Xie and Qin Chuan were busy solving the case and did not return all night.The former went in without knowing it, and handled the case seriously, but he didn't know that his good brother blatantly destroyed physical evidence such as footprints under the banner of "observing traces at the scene", and even picked up the bullet casings left by his family Jiang.

I don't know what Yan Xie said to Qin Chuan in time, but the next afternoon, after hastily issuing a wanted warrant that Qin Chuan knew would be impossible to catch, the two left the police station after get off work, and each got into a luxury car without a word.

This is the first time for Qin Chuan to visit Mr. Gong's residence, and it is also the first time he knows that the Chinese and Western mansion designed by Hudec belongs to Mr. Gong.

The West District of Shanghai is known as the aristocratic area, and every inch of land is expensive. Mr. Gong bought several acres of land, but only built a four-story villa in it, which is enough for four generations to live in the huge Sangong and Sixth Courtyard. The house is actually only Mr. Gong, a resident who often stays out at night, and it looks quite empty.

Qin Chuan looked at the shiny new Cadillac parked in the yard and raised his eyebrows: "Are you planning to change cars?"

Mr. Gong shrugged: "I'm going to give it away—you probably have some misunderstanding about my life style."

Qin Chuan was noncommittal about this.

After entering the room, it felt even more empty. Mr. Gong flipped a row of switches, and the entrance hall on the upper floor was as wide as a palace of gods, with a half-person-high ceiling full of dazzling crystal lights, looking down on the visitors.

Mr. Gong took off his suit jacket and put it on the sofa, and walked into the kitchen: "Captain Qin is free, just treat it as your own home. I'll go to the kitchen to see if there is anything to eat."

Qin Chuan didn't expect the owner to be so casual, so he was stunned at the door for a while, and saw that Mr. Gong didn't greet him, and went to the kitchen by himself. There is no dust in the corners!

This shows that when Mr. Gong was away, every inch of the place had been cleaned.

At that time, the word "privacy" had not been introduced into China along with freedom and democracy, Qin Chuan only felt uncomfortable: Mr. Gong looked like a passerby in his home.

After a while, Qin Chuan leaned against the kitchen door, watching Mr. Gong skillfully open the ventilation window, lit the charcoal stove with a match, and boiled water. meal?"

If Mr. Gong glanced at Qin Chuan meaningfully, he added water to the flour calmly: "I'm not used to having outsiders in the house, so I do what I can do by myself."

Qin Chuan was wondering what the "outsider" in the first half of his sentence meant, when he suddenly heard Mr. Gong add another sentence with a smile. Clothes: "Besides, I'm not a gentleman."

Qin Chuan: "..."

The muscles of his whole body contracted, and he was startled, but Mr. Gong just clicked on it and went to make a face-to-face meeting.

Mr. Gong can still bluff people when he is silent.He is dressed in a neat shirt, trousers and leather shoes. Qin Chuan has no doubt that he is the most conspicuous even in a government meeting full of talented people.

However, at this time, the important government official casually rolled up his sleeves to his elbows, kneading dough in the kitchen full of smoke and fire, the flour stuck to his thin forearm, and he couldn't tell which was whiter.