National treasure

Early in the morning, when Zhong Zhe came out of the yard, Cheng Ling crossed his legs and leaned against the front of the jeep, standing there quietly, almost blending into the car.

After Zhong Zhe sat in the passenger seat, Cheng Ling turned around and opened the door, and the two drove all the way to Zhenjiang.

In the confined space, the silent air is like the stagnant morning fog outside the window, quietly spreading into every corner, making people disgusted, but lingering.

Zhong Zhe originally thought that the car would drive in such a dull, seemingly endless way, but just when he had the illusion that time had frozen, a phone call broke the silence.

Cheng Lingteng connected the bluetooth headset, and he listened silently for a moment before responding briefly.

"okay, I get it."

After hanging up the phone, Cheng Ling glanced at the rearview mirror, turned the steering wheel calmly, and turned into the alley.

Only then did he say to Zhong Zhe: "There is a new discovery. Other teams in the operation team found suspicious people moving around. Several of them have the golden crow pattern tattooed on their hands."

"It seems to be chasing him again." Zhong Zhe has adapted well to this situation after being forced to travel around half of the world.

"There are two possibilities." Seeing that Cheng Ling's speed slowed down significantly when he entered the urban area of ​​Zhenjiang, he glanced at the rearview mirror from time to time. "One is that the other party is chasing after him, and the other is that this group of people has other purposes to move around here."

Zhong Zhe understood Cheng Ling's implication in an instant, and said, "Then we have to hurry up."

After the study's speculation last night, it cannot be ruled out that the other party may also be preparing for the activation of Hetu nearby.

After the stagnation of the atmosphere was broken, in a blink of an eye, the car had arrived at the place.

The house owned by Mr. Zhong is on the mountainside near Xijin Ferry, and there are bustling scenic spots full of tourists at the foot of the mountain, but after going up the mountain, it is much quieter, with occasional pedestrians passing by, and a few yellow dogs leisurely walking along the side of the road.

The old house has been in disrepair for a long time, and there are many places where the walls are peeling off.When Zhong Zhe stepped forward to take out the key to open the door, Xu used too much force to hit the lintel, and two roof tiles on the top suddenly slipped off. Cheng Ling moved quickly to block the danger for Zhong Zhe.

When Zhong Zhe reacted, the tiles waved away by Cheng Ling had already shattered at their feet, making a palpitating crack.

Zhong Zhe turned around in shock, and Cheng Ling was standing right behind him, and he could even feel the tense state of a large number of muscles from his figure so close to him.

He looked up at him, and he quickly backed away, almost keeping a close distance in the blink of an eye.

Zhong Zhe gritted his teeth unconsciously, and said in a low voice, "Thank you."

Cheng Ling nodded slightly, as a response.

The two entered the house one after the other, Zhong Zhe went to get the tortoise shell, and Cheng Ling routinely searched the new location to eliminate dangers, find out the terrain, etc., so as to know what to expect in case of any unexpected situation .

When Zhong Zhe came out with his things, there was a knock on the door.

Before the people in the house could make a sound, the people outside the house hurriedly asked, "Is anyone home? Express! International Express!"

I don't know what Mr. Zhong ordered. He missed the days when he was here, and it is only delivered now.

Cheng Ling was still behind, and Zhong Zhe was closer to the front. He stepped forward and opened the door. As he expected, the courier was holding a huge cardboard box, which almost covered most of the people.

Seeing that the other party was struggling to hold it, Zhong Zhe hurriedly moved out of the way.

The courier said thank you, put the things on the ground in the house, then took out the receipt, and reported Mr. Zhong's name for verification.

Zhong Zhe answered yes, and was about to take the order, when he stretched out a hand from the side, and intercepted the express form.

Cheng Ling stood between the two of them at some point, facing Zhong Zhe and his back to the courier.

He bent down slightly, and now he was very close to Zhong Zhe.

Zhong Zhe only felt the masculine breath suddenly enveloped him, mixed with the familiar faint smell of aftershave.He was still in a daze, but Cheng Ling had already pressed his ear and said, "Lend me your pen."

Before Zhong Zhe could respond, a big hand with well-defined bones stretched into his arms at the end of his words, Zhong Zhe froze on the spot, the action of opening the front of his suit, the hand that was pressed against his shirt , the touch across the chest.

Blood rushed to his head, Zhong Zhe blushed, and instinctively raised his hand, wanting to grab Cheng Ling's hand and tear it away forcefully.

Cheng Ling has quickly pulled out the gold leaf fountain pen.

He turned around and took off the pen cap, like a sharp sword out of its sheath, no one saw how he did it.

The courier standing behind him was unprepared, he felt an arc-like light flash in front of his eyes, and after that, he could no longer make a sound.

Cheng Ling blocked Zhong Zhe's sight, and Zhong Zhe could only hear a dry coughing sound. The next second, the courier fell straight and lay on his back, with blood oozing out from his hands covering his neck , soon wet the ground.

All in the blink of an eye.

Zhong Zhe stared blankly at Cheng Ling, seeing him turn around slowly, Zhong Zhe's eyes moved from his face all the way down to the pen he held in his hand.

All the information has been merged at this time, but the brain seems to have stopped due to shock, freezes, and refuses to make any more operations.

With a soft slap, Zhong Zhe was pulled out of the state of brain shutdown. He woke up and looked towards the source of the sound.

That was the sound of the gun body falling to the ground. The courier who fell not far away had his right hand loosened due to loss of muscle strength. A miniature gun was completely exposed and fell to the ground.

"How did you find out?" Zhong Zhe said in shock.

"Wait a minute first." Cheng Ling quickly walked to the delivered box, picked up the pen again and carefully cut open the cardboard box.

There is no blasting device, no lead wire, but fortunately, there are only a dozen red bricks inside.

Cheng Lingsong got up and stood up, only then did he have time to answer Zhong Zhe's words, "It seems that at most they want to kill me and kidnap you again, they have no plan to blow us up together."

His tone was relaxed and his expression didn't care.

Zhong Zhe was still looking at him.

Then Cheng Ling said, "I noticed it on the way we came here. This man has been following us all along."

Zhong Zhe thought for a while, but still felt puzzled, "I seem to have a little impression when you say it this way, but it's just a courier. Since there is something to be delivered here, wouldn't it be normal for us to go on the same road? How did you know there was something wrong with this person?"

"He didn't steal the way."

Zhong Zhe was dumbfounded and a little tongue-tied.

Cheng Ling slowly added: "In China, there is no courier that doesn't rush the route. The courier who followed us honestly from the beginning to the end... abnormality is a monster."

Zhong Zhe was stunned.

Cheng Ling lowered his head and began to wipe the pen carefully.

"This pen is very useful."

Zhong Zhe laughed when he heard the words, "Montblanc Meisterstuck series gold leaf pens."

He paused for a moment, and then said emotionally: "The penism is greater than the sword."

"The pen is better than the sword." Cheng Ling read his words and added, "A famous quote from Baron Lytton."

After checking the body of the pen again to make sure they were intact, Cheng Ling took the pen into his hand.

Seeing his intention, Zhong Zhe shook his head first.

Cheng Ling immediately put on a clear expression, without the slightest intention of handing it forward, and put away the pen in a blink of an eye.

He said, "We're leaving now, and someone will clean up."

Zhong Zhe followed Cheng Ling out of the house, and when he passed the broken tiles that had fallen all over the place before, he heard Cheng Ling say in front of him: "Next time, don't let the courier enter the house, and don't let strangers enter the house casually."

"En." Zhong Zhe responded obediently, and couldn't help explaining, "I rarely open the door by myself."

"I know." The two had come to the jeep, and Cheng Ling walked around the front of the car, looking straight at Zhong Zhe from the left side of the driver's seat, "Next time, if I'm here, you don't need to drive."