[Lou Cheng's first time] Nirvana

Maybe it's because I didn't sleep well last night and lost my composure. "

"The rest room is above the tea room. Would you like to rest for a while, Mr. Ming?" the assistant said very kindly.He also meant to lead Mingcheng upstairs to rest...

"Why are you so polite?" Mingcheng was puzzled.

"Officer Nantian confessed that Mr. Ming is a distinguished guest of the empire, he must be treated well, and I dare not neglect him."

"Then I'll be disrespectful."

Mingcheng walked into the lounge, first looked at the small lounge several times calmly, and found nothing wrong.Untie the infusion tube wrapped around the arm...

After Minglou's infusion was finished that day, he secretly stayed behind.

He accurately measured the position to make sure that the liquid in the infusion tube could be accurately dripped into the cup of milk tea that was delivered to Nakajima Yamashita on the glazed table in the tea room downstairs.

In the infusion tube, there are two drops of medicine, colorless and transparent.

Mingcheng took out a small clip to clamp it, and hid it in the gap of the sofa where he was sitting.The infusion tube ran from the bottom of the sofa to the floor gap, through the floor gap, and the needle pointed right at the cup that had been kept there.

After calculating the time, Mingcheng felt that everything was safe, so he packed his clothes and went downstairs.

When leaving, saw the needle directly above the cup...

Mingcheng showed a very bright smile, "Thank you for the hospitality, please stay." Sometimes, excessive obsessive-compulsive disorder can really kill you.What Xia Yuechun said was good...

"How's it going?" On the way home, Minglou asked Mingcheng what happened this afternoon.

"That's it." Mingcheng passed a beautiful box from the passenger seat, "I heard that Nakajima Yamashita likes French perfumes. This is Sarima, which was produced in France in 25 years. You prefer the scent of daffodils."

"I don't wear women's perfume." What Ming Lou dislikes the most are those women's perfumes in France.

"In order for you to be like a fish in water in the shopping mall tomorrow, I have traveled all over Shanghai. Do you want the five hundred dollars I spent to be wasted?"

"A small bottle of this costs five hundred dollars, what a prodigal!" Ming Lou muttered while feeling flattered in his heart.He really likes daffodils better... "Going home tomorrow, I will stop by the flower and bird market to buy a few pots of marigolds. There is still more than a month until the Chinese New Year, and they are just in time for the house."

"Okay." Mingcheng replied with a smile.

After dinner, Mingcheng held a feather duster in his hand, ready to do the housework that he did once a week.Clean up the hall, especially the place where the photos of the Ming family are placed.

Here, the biggest photo is of Mingtai's mother, a portrait painted by Minglou himself.

In addition to this one, it is a group photo of the three brothers and sisters of the Ming family, as well as their personal photos.There is no picture of Mingcheng on it...

It's not that he didn't take photos before, the only photo of the four of them was in Minglou's study.

As for putting it in the hall...

It will never be possible, even if he dies, he will not be recognized by the Ming family.

"Brother Acheng, you're cleaning again." Axiang talked to Mingcheng while tidying up the dining table, "Today is only Thursday, don't you usually tidy up on Fridays?"

"It's relatively free today." Mingcheng replied absent-mindedly.

Do you really want to do this?

Mingcheng is a little uncertain...Mingtai's mother is the savior of the Ming family, especially Mingjing, and all the gratitude and guilt towards this woman are returned to Mingtai.

He remembered that once his elder brother accidentally damaged this photo, he was punished by his elder sister to kneel in the small ancestral hall for a whole night.Well, if it was him...

It will rain lightly in the middle of the night tonight, and it will be cold to kneel outside...

——If you want to get rid of your suspicion, you must first be a weak person who needs sympathy, pity, and even care.Sometimes showing weakness is an excellent means of survival.

He thought of the words of that person who is like a master and a father...

——Brother, if I can't come back alive this time.My big brother, please take care of me.Although he is smart, he doesn't know how to punch. In this troubled world, no one will protect me and I don't worry.

He thought of Ah Ci who solemnly entrusted his relatives to be handed over before he died...

——I am ruthless to you now, which is the biggest capital for you to survive in the future.

He thought of the torture simulation class where life was worse than death again and again, and the pain that penetrated into the bone marrow stimulated his hands to tremble...

——Avenge me, my enemy is the Japanese.Getting them out of our country has been my lifelong wish.

It occurred to him that their common faith...

I'm sorry, Mingtai, forgive me for my choice at the moment.Perhaps this painting is a treasure to you, but I have beliefs and responsibilities that I cannot give up.

When the portrait of Mingtai's mother fell down, Mingcheng was numb from head to toe.It seemed that he couldn't hear the reprimand and scolding from his elder sister, nor could he hear the severe reprimand from his elder brother.

The elder sister was right, he was ignorant and not careful, he did eat from the Ming family and use the Ming family, and he still didn't pay for the Ming family.Even, without them knowing, use them to gamble.

The eldest brother is also right, he can't teach no matter what, he is just stupid, and he doesn't know how to be grateful.He has used his eldest brother several times, and he has been lurking by his side.

Even this time, he was used.

"Sorry, I was wrong."

Apart from these six words, he couldn't give any other answer.

However, no matter how much blame and abuse he has to bear, he will insist on what he will do.

It has been since childhood!

He, Ah Cheng, has never been afraid of pain since he was a child, he was only afraid of death.

Now, he is not even afraid of death...

He is not afraid of anything!

"Get out! Get out of Ming's house! I don't want to see you!" Ming Jing held the portrait in tears and pointed at the door to let Mingcheng go out.She doesn't want to see Mingcheng now!

Minglou opened his mouth, but in the end he still didn't add fuel to the fire.He helped the elder sister to scold Mingcheng, also to relieve the elder sister, but he didn't expect the elder sister to chase him away.

Seeing Mingcheng go out and kneel outside without saying a word, Minglou couldn't hold back...

"Come back to me!" Ming Jing stopped shouting and stopped Ming Lou. "If I tell you to go, will you go without saying a word? Will you?"

Minglou froze, he looked at Mingcheng who was kneeling on the ground outside, and shook his head heavily.

"He Mingcheng never regarded himself as a member of the Ming family!" Ming Jing hit the nail on the head. "Doesn't he know what Mingtai's mother means to the Ming family? He..."

"Did elder sister treat him as a member of the Ming family?" Ming Lou's light words interrupted all Ming Jing's questions.Ming Lou looked back at her, "You didn't, and neither did I. That's why he didn't dare to treat himself as a Ming family member, didn't he? Eldest sister thinks, does he have the guts to talk back?"

Acknowledging mistakes, apologizing, kneeling, and being beaten, these are all Mingcheng endured in Ming's house.

No?

Minglou stood by the window, looking at the kneeling figure in the courtyard, tears filled his eyes.He tightly held the bottle of perfume in his hand, which his Ah Cheng just gave him...

Suddenly, the drizzle hit the window, and Minglou was startled.

In the drizzle at midnight, Ah Cheng's kneeling back remained motionless.

Minglou wanted to go out, but when he moved, he realized that his feet were numb from standing for a long time.He gritted his teeth and went upstairs to look for Ming Jing.

He didn't expect that Ming Jing was also standing by the window looking at Ah Cheng, with tears still on his face.

"Do you hate me? Brother..." Ming Jing's voice was fragile, "I forced you to give up adopting Ah Cheng, and forced you to give up pursuing Wang Manchun. Wang Manchun is fine, but this child Ah Cheng..."

"No." Minglou shook his head, "Sister, I never hated you. It was because I was not strong enough that I failed to protect Ah Cheng well. Let him live on the streets when he was a child, without food and clothing."

"He told you about his years..."

"No, not a word."

It is precisely because there is no one that Minglou feels even more distressed...

"Ah Cheng is kind, gentle, and his eyes are clear and transparent. From the day he entered Ming's house, I have regarded him as my younger brother. But because of Mingtai, I always ignore him. Just now... I was excited, you go let him Come in him. It's cold outside, don't freeze."

Ming Lou breathed a sigh of relief, "Thank you, big sister. Tomorrow, I will ask him to come and make amends for you."

Ming Jing shook his head, "No need, he made an unintentional mistake, don't let him alienate us any longer. No matter how far away, he might be afraid to even enter this house."

Minglou went to Mingcheng's room to get a coat before running downstairs.

When wrapping the clothes around him, Minglou was shocked by the cold air around him. "Ah Cheng, let's go, the eldest sister wants you to go back to the room to rest. Come..."

"Thank you, brother..." Mingcheng's voice was a little hoarse.

He looked towards the second floor and saw the figure of the eldest sister in front of the window, and couldn't help but shed tears.He knew that his elder sister was also looking at him, her eyes were full of concern.

He tried his best to raise a bright smile, and said something silently. "Thank you sister."

At this moment, he could feel that this was his family.

However, he is guilty.

He is no longer the simple Ah Cheng who walked into the Ming family for the first time, he is Ah Cheng who has returned from Nirvana after experiencing the fire.All the advantages in him are just to absorb their warmth.

If one day, his disguised mask is peeled off layer by layer...

Ah Cheng, who is bloody and bloody, who would know him?

After Mingcheng changed his clothes, he didn't fall asleep again.He sat under the desk lamp and looked at the three things in front of him.

Cigarette label!photo!note!

Five hours to go...

After taking this step, he will never look back.

How can a knife that has been drawn out of its sheath be easily retracted.From the moment of dawn, he will live under the dark shadow of murder for a long time.

December [-] was sunny and sunny.

A thin layer of snow on the ground, when exposed to the sun, immediately turned into snow water and disappeared...

Under the guard of a group of Japanese gendarmes, Mingcheng accompanied Minglou into the meeting hall of the special high school.His face was very pale, Ming Lou kept frowning, worried about his condition.

Mingcheng sat behind him, taking minutes of the meeting...

He could feel that he was running a high fever and might faint at any moment.However, he is very conscious and controls his physical state.

At least not this time down.

Time passed by little by little, Minglou looked back frequently, and all he saw were Mingcheng's smiles looking up at him, reassuring him.Those eyes told him he was fine.

At 26:[-], Mingcheng fell headfirst on another secretary beside him...

"Mr. Ah Cheng..."

The movement behind him made Minglou's mood even more unstable.

"Don't worry, Chief Ming, someone will send Mr. Ah Cheng to the lounge to rest, and we'll talk about everything after the meeting." Nan Tian was also a little anxious, and she whispered this to Ming Lou.At the same time, she expressed her special concern for Mingcheng.

Minglou did as she wished, and gave her a suspicious look...

Mingcheng felt that after reaching the lounge, he pretended to be unsteady on his feet, and fell headlong on the only sofa.He put his hand on the cushion unconsciously, and pulled back the small clip that clamped the infusion tube in a place that the Japanese female secretary beside him could not see...

"Mr. Ah Cheng, I'll pour you a glass of water, wait a moment."

Taking advantage of her turning her back to him, Mingcheng counted the time against the watch...

"Mr. Ah Cheng, how do you feel?"

"..." Mingcheng took a sip of water, "Thank you, it's much better..."

"The meeting will take a while, you can take a rest. I will watch over you, don't worry."

"sorry to bother you."

The female secretary covered him with a military overcoat, and she really conscientiously stayed by Mingcheng's side...

His head was dizzy, Mingcheng felt like his face was going to be burned, but he still tried his best to stay awake.He counted the time until there was a commotion downstairs.

The female secretary left him and ran away...

Mingcheng pulled hard, and picked up the sleeve of his right arm.The infusion tube was wrapped round and round by him, he straightened his clothes, and continued to lie down and pretend to sleep.

"Ah Cheng..." Ming Lou came very quickly, and he was startled when he looked like Ming Cheng's forehead. "It's so hot! Let's go, let's go to the hospital."

"Is the meeting over?" Mingcheng's voice became hoarse due to the long-term high fever.

"It's interrupted. Yamashita Nakajima died suddenly." Ming Lou helped him up, "The people in the super high class are in a panic and have no time to take care of us. Let's go first."

Only then did Mingcheng faint in relief.

When Minglou went downstairs with Mingcheng on his back, he happened to meet Liang Zhongchun. "You, what hospital did you go back to? Do you still know the way?"

"Chunhe Hospital knows the way." Liang Zhongchun was startled by Minglou, "Brother Ah Cheng..."

"I fainted, you drive us there." Minglou gave the order directly.

Liang Zhongchun looked at Wang Manchun and Nantian Yoko over there, and then at Minglou and Mingcheng here.Decisively choosing to hug the latter's thigh, the Japanese are really unreliable...

Liang Zhongchun actually didn't understand, Minglou treated Mingcheng very well!

Look at how anxious people are.

But why did Mingcheng become so ill suddenly? Wasn't he still alive and kicking yesterday?Could it be that Ming's family was violent and Minglou was so nervous because he was worried about his reputation being damaged?

Liang Zhongchun shuddered, thinking too much is not good, really!

What Xia Yuechun saw was Mingcheng who was in a coma. When he was sent to the ward, he thought that Mingcheng came here because of serious injuries.After a checkup, it was just a cold and fever...

"Mr. Ming, don't worry, it will be fine when the fever subsides." Xia Yuechun said and prepared to give Mingcheng an IV.

Xia Yuechun raised Mingcheng's right hand...

"Principal Xia, my brother is used to hanging the IV with his left hand, please change his hand, thank you." Minglou snatched Mingcheng's right hand, with a hint of distress in his eyes.

Xia Yuechun was a little stunned. He remembered that Mingcheng's right hand seemed to be broken.Since then, the injection and drip will be very painful...

Looking at Minglou, Xia Yuechun somewhat understood why Mingcheng was worried that his identity would be known by Minglou.

After all, they are family members, and they don't want their loved ones to be so dangerous all the time.

When Mingjing received the news and arrived, Mingcheng's fever had gone down and he hadn't woken up yet.She came in lightly, touched Mingcheng's forehead, and felt relieved when she saw the fever subsided.

"Eldest sister, I'm here." Minglou stood by and never left.

"What are you doing, what are you doing, what's so important!" Ming Jing got angry when he said this, "I asked you to take good care of it last night! How could it be like this!"

Who told people to get out... Ming Lou looked at his elder sister innocently.

Ming Jing felt wronged, "I'll watch it, and you will fall asleep if I ask you to watch it. Every time Mingtai gets sick and makes you watch over you, you sleep like a pig. I don't know how you took care of Ah Cheng during those years in France. .I raised him so well, raised our Ah Cheng so thin, it hurts to see..."

Minglou felt that at this moment, he was so full of mouth that he couldn't even speak clearly!

When had he ever dozed off while guarding Ah Cheng?

"Look, I don't even give him a change of clothes." Ming Jing opened the bag he was carrying, "I brought Ah Cheng's own clothes, the ones from the hospital are not good, don't wear them. You, let him change when Ah Cheng wakes up." gone."

"Okay, ma'am."

Ming Jing looked at Mingcheng worriedly again, "I'll go back and make some soup for Ah Cheng to supplement, and come over at night. You can't leave Ah Cheng alone in the hospital, or I won't spare you!"

In fact, Mingcheng woke up when Mingjing came.

He didn't know how to face Ming Jing, so he slowly opened his eyes after Ming Jing left for a while.As soon as he moved, he saw Minglou's concerned eyes, "Ah Cheng, are you awake? Don't move, I'll call the doctor."

After Mingcheng watched Minglou go out, he quickly untied the infusion tube on his right arm.He glanced at the trash bin with discarded infusion tubes and syringes in the corner, and threw the infusion tube into it with a flick of his hand.

The same infusion tube got mixed in and couldn't be found again.

Mingcheng began to change clothes easily, and was buttoning his shirt when Xia Yuechun followed Minglou in.Mingcheng paused, "Brother, I'm fine."

"Whether it's okay or not, it's not up to you." Minglou pressed him to lie down, "Let the doctor take another look, and don't make any mistakes. The most important thing is to be healthy."

Xia Yuechun checked it carefully, "You are in good health, but you don't have enough rest and your work and rest are irregular. Mr. Ming, if you continue to work day and night like this, you will lose at least 20 years of your life..."

"What are you talking about!" Mingcheng was furious, and wanted to get up but was held down by Minglou and couldn't move.

Minglou's eyes are very bright, and the lacquered eyes are deeply cold, making Xia Yuechun's hairs stand on end. "Dean Xia, thank you for your advice. I will always supervise my younger brother, go to bed early and get up early, he will live a long life."

Suddenly there is an illusion of pissing off the lion, what should I do?

Dean Xia pretended to be serious and ignored Minglou's threats. "That's the best way. You can leave the hospital after resting here for one night. Remember, if the dean asks for a consultation, the consultation fee will be doubled."

As soon as Xia Yuechun left, Mingcheng muttered, "Why did you send me here? It's obviously a black shop!"

"You still have the guts to say it! Don't you know what's going on with your body? What if you have...you ask me to let my eldest sister do it!" Minglou was very serious, "From today on, I'll watch you, and you're not allowed to go out at night! "

Xia Yuechun, I will strangle you to death!

Mingcheng didn't dare to provoke Minglou who was in a rage, so he could only curse Dean Xia...

The next day, Japanese economist Yamashita Nakajima, who went to Shanghai, died mysteriously at the meeting, which became the headlines of all Shanghai newspapers.

During the autopsy, the super high class was shocked to find that Yamashita Nakajima died of poisoning.

What is even more bizarre is that they did not find any source of the poison, including the cup of fragrant milk tea that Nakajima Yamashita drank half an hour before his death!

"Another bizarre case." Ming Lou pretended to be furious, "Is this how you deal with your superiors on the 76th? Go to the special high class and talk about it yourself!"

But Wang Manchun handed over a telegram from Chongqing. "Mr. Ming, this is a telegram sent by the Chongqing government in a blatant manner. Please read it over."

When Minglou saw the contents of the telegram, he froze.

——The cold knife is out of its sheath, who will fight for the front.Anyone who comes to Shanghai sacrifices his life and sacrificial sword.

"Han Dao, the sharpest knife in the military command. This person has come and gone without a trace. He has sniped and killed Chinese defectors in many countries. The death of Nakajima at the foot of the mountain is exactly what Han Dao did." Wang Manchun got it At the time of these sixteen characters, he flinched a little.

Minglou was not the case, he was thinking about every detail of yesterday.

How did the cold knife do it?Let Yamashita Nakajima die...so unbelievable, even in front of everyone.Let everyone feel that death is around!

Chapter [-] kiss blood

Minglou sat in the back seat, only two words remained in his mind.

Cold knife.

Wang Manchun said it very well - cold knife, the sharpest knife in the army.

After ten years of tempering, maneuvering between the flames of war, how many bloods of traitors and invaders have been kissed.The written death list is unimaginably long...

Now, this person is in Shanghai.

He hibernates somewhere, sharpening his knife, waiting for the prey to hit his blade.

Minglou tore off his exquisite tie, so that he would not be so suffocating... Terrible, really terrible.When Yamashita Nakajima died, his eyeballs only rolled half a circle before they fell on the conference table.

A moment, how short.

The Buddha said: One flick of a finger for sixty moments, nine hundred births and deaths in one moment.

It takes only an instant for a person to die.Countless times faster than firing a gun...

He always thought that Yamashita Nakajima's death was accidental. At that time, he was very happy that God had eyes... It turned out that it was not, everything was wrong.

Juntong hung a knife over the heads of all of them, silently...

You can never tell whose heart this knife will stab next.

Mingcheng saw Minglou who was so restless and preoccupied in the rearview mirror, and he was a little slow to speak.He was worried that if he was not careful, he would take the initiative to explain everything...

The eldest brother is majestic.

Neither of the two brothers spoke, and the rare silence was more like the tranquility before the storm.

Ding Jing at home was waiting for the two of them to have dinner, holding today's newspaper in his hand, which was the front page of the page "Nakajima Yamashita died strangely".

Minglou took it from Mingjing very naturally, and found that there was still a line of big characters written on the newspaper.

Sixteen characters, revealing a deep chill.

——The cold knife is out of its sheath, who will fight for the front.Anyone who comes to Shanghai sacrifices his life and sacrificial sword.

It is exactly the same as the telegram from Chongqing.

"This is the Japanese who had a meeting with you yesterday. Did he really kill him? How did he kill him?" Ming Jing had been holding back for a whole day, and couldn't help but ask Ming Lou, the person involved.

Minglou shook his head, "I don't know, I just saw him fall down suddenly, and I thought something was wrong. If it's murder in Chongqing, I'm afraid No. 76 will be classified as another case."

Seeing that Minglou couldn't ask Minglou, Mingjing asked Mingcheng instead. "Ah Cheng, you were here yesterday, did you know that?"

"I didn't even see what Nakajima looked like at the foot of the mountain yesterday." Mingcheng also shook his head.

"Yes, you were admitted to the hospital yesterday." Ming Jing's focus was immediately shifted, "By the way, are you feeling better today? I made you some soup, drink more later."

"Thank you big sister." Mingcheng raised a bright smile.

Minglou glanced at Mingcheng, but didn't say anything.He continued to pick up the newspaper and read it... For a moment, he thought that Ah Cheng's illness was not a coincidence...

Mingcheng saw that Minglou didn't eat much at night, so he cut some fruit and served it to him.When he entered the door, Minglou's eyes hadn't moved away from the only family portrait of four people...

"Brother, eat some fruit."

Mingcheng sat down on the single sofa, his eyes flicked over the photos. "Is there something going on today? I think elder brother is very preoccupied, worried about Mingtai?"

"He has lunatics to worry about." Minglou shook his head, "We are the ones who are worried."

"Us?" Mingcheng was very puzzled.

Minglou nodded heavily, "I'm thinking, what would Han Dao do if he knew our true identity. Will one day, like Yamashita Nakajima, bid farewell to this world without realizing it. If there is such a day, how should we deal with it?"

Mingcheng didn't speak, and only looked at Minglou with his clean and clear eyes.

He felt that at this moment, no matter what he said was wrong.

At this time, Minglou was extremely sensitive.

If you say a word wrong, you will be noticed.

Fortunately, Minglou didn't expect Mingcheng to answer his words. "The Cold Knife is the military commander's killing machine. I have to say that Du Luning won this round."

A killing machine depends on who is being killed.

As far as Han Dao is concerned, he has never been stained with the blood of patriots... Mingcheng feels uncomfortable, his incomprehension, even though he was prepared, when he heard these words from Minglou, He can't take it.

What happened to Han Dao?

There is nothing wrong with the cold knife. Now, all the passionate Chinese people outside, no matter men, women, young or old, don't think that Yamashita Nakajima's death deserves more than guilt.

Which one, don't regard Han Dao as a lonely hero.

"What are you thinking?" Minglou noticed Mingcheng's distraction, and asked him in a deep voice.

"I'm wondering if this is the purpose of Han Dao." Mingcheng took a deep breath and looked at Minglou sincerely. "Deter all aggressors and traitors, and let everyone in Shanghai know that China still has someone to play."

"..." Minglou looked at Mingcheng and didn't speak for a long time.

Is it because Ah Cheng is too kind and thinks in the bright side of everything?Or because he knew... no, Ah Cheng was always by his side, how could he know the all-powerful Han Dao in the military? !

"Brother, do you think what I said is wrong?" Mingcheng asked.

"No, it's not." Minglou felt a little ashamed for doubting Mingcheng, and he dodged his eyes for a moment. "you are right."

If he couldn't even refute his actions, he would be a man in vain!

When Mingcheng saw Minglou's dodge, he knew he had passed this level.However, he was still depressed. "If you don't have any orders, brother, I'll go out."

Minglou sensed Mingcheng's emotions, and was a little lost in thought, "...Okay."

When Mingcheng came out of Minglou's room, his entire back was wet.It is a lie to say that you are not afraid.Minglou is the eldest brother, years of deterrence is not empty talk, his identity is exposed, he can only leave, or die...

It might not matter if he left the Ming family, but he couldn't die... He couldn't. His responsibilities, ambitions, and lofty beliefs all didn't allow him to die worthlessly.

From the moment Mingcheng took the oath to the party flag, he told himself that even if he died, he would die well.

As soon as he stepped on the stairs, Axiang stopped him.

"Brother Acheng, there is your letter in the mailbox outside, I brought it back for you." Axiang handed over a letter, which was in regular italics.

It's just that, on the top of the envelope is the Valentine's brand cigarette label.

Mingcheng squeezed the letter and smiled at Ah Xiang. "Thank you, Ah Xiang, for saving me from going out for a trip."

Mingcheng locked the door, drew the curtains, and turned on the desk lamp.

Under the warm yellow light, his slender fingers pulled out a photo from the envelope...

A half-length photo of a Japanese officer, with seven medals on his chest.

Mingcheng flipped through the photo, and on the back was written a line of calligraphy with a hard pen——12.11, 31, HP.Army Chief Zuo Tsunojiro went to the fifth war zone, passed through Shanghai, and got rid of it.

After burning the photos and the envelope, Mingcheng glanced at his watch.

Seven forty-five.

Tsuno Jiro, the just-retired principal of the Japanese Army School, was awarded the rank of Colonel for his military exploits in the Far East War.The blood of countless Chinese people sticks to their hands...

He is about to go to the fifth war zone, and it seems that the war there is getting more and more stalemate.

Mingcheng changes clothes.

He threw the expensive watch by the bedside, cufflinks, tie...everything that hindered the movement or would be tracked down, all were removed.

Black vest, navy blue pullover, black leather jacket, black breeches, and riding boots.

A palm-length saber was stuffed next to the riding boots.

Mingcheng's hand just wanted to push the window...

"Knocking" the door sounded, making Mingcheng freeze instantly.

The doorknob was turned around, and there was a familiar sigh outside the door. "Ah Cheng, go to bed early. The doctor said it's not good to stay up late..."

"Understood, big brother." Mingcheng replied softly. "Go to bed early too, good night."

It was quiet outside the door for 2 minutes...

Mingcheng kept pushing the window and didn't move. He knew Minglou was outside, so he didn't leave...

"Good night, Cheng."

Familiar footsteps went further and further away.

Mingcheng pushed open the window decisively, and fastened the window with an iron bar from the outside.From the second floor, follow the pipes in the house, and go out from the back garden.

After leaving the Ming mansion, Mingcheng ran in the dark alleys...

Turning and turning, I arrived at the corner of the kitchen of the Peace Hotel.He deftly followed the pipe outside the kitchen, climbing up the rock like a gecko.

On the shadowy side of the Peace Hotel, there is no way to notice that someone is quietly entering the corridor from the vent on the third floor...

Suite 31.

The only exquisite luxury suite on the third floor.

Mingcheng clung to the door, observing room 31 twenty steps away...

Two Japanese soldiers guarded the door.

In the room... Will there be anyone else?

Mingcheng decides to take a gamble!

He gambled that Tsuno Jiro would not bring too many followers with him when he secretly went to the fifth war zone.Two people followed, already the limit of ordinary passengers' equipment.

Mingcheng's speed was very fast, he suddenly appeared in front of two Japanese soldiers, and before they had time to pull out their guns or even open their mouths, he crushed a man's throat with one hand.

"Crack", a slight sound, resounded and disappeared in the corridor...

Mingcheng pushed the two dead Japanese to the left and right sides of the door, pulled out the saber from the riding boot with one hand, and raised it with the other...

The slender fingers curled up slightly, knocking on the exquisite door...

"Knock knock" two knocks on the door.

"Speak up if you have something to say!" The slightly angry Japanese words came from the rough voice of a Japanese man.This person is the Japanese Army General Satsuno Jiro.

His answer was a long silence.

Mingcheng stood at the door with a bright smile on his lips, waiting for Tsuno Jiro to open the door.

Tsuno Jiro came out to open the door while cursing, "Why don't you talk! You bastard..." The door was only opened a crack, and the light of a knife flashed in front of his eyes.

"Uh..." Tsuno Jiro widened his eyes and wanted to speak.However, blood kept gushing from his neck.He can't say anything at all...

Mingcheng stretched out his hand and pushed the person lightly, and Tsuno Jiro, who was not completely dead, fell on his back on the fluffy Persian carpet...

With a slight "click", the door closed again.

Everything returned to calm, except for the two people standing outside the door who fell to the ground, as if nothing had changed.

Mingcheng left the Peace Hotel and walked in the alleys of Shanghai.In the dark alleyway, he couldn't see the road ahead, but he walked resolutely.

When Minglou woke up in the morning, he found Mingcheng's back in the kitchen.He, who never entered the kitchen, walked in with great interest.

"What delicious food?"

Mingcheng's cooking skills are very good. When he was in France, thanks to Mingcheng's three meals a day, he would not be with bread and milk every day.

"Crab roe buns, big sister loves to eat." Mingcheng looked at the steamer and raised his wrist to look at his watch. "It's only a minute away, brother, you should prepare for breakfast."

Minglou stared at the steamer, and muttered, "What's so delicious about crab roe buns..."

Mingcheng smiled, and pointed to the casserole beside him. "Today's Laba, I cook porridge with sago, lotus seeds, lilies, and barley. You will definitely not drink the traditional Laba porridge cooked by Ah Xiang."

"It's more or less the same." Minglou put one hand on his hip, and tugged at Mingcheng's sleeve with the other. "Give me a bowl first, I haven't eaten for a year."

"Okay, Chief Ming." Mingcheng smiled helplessly, took out the bone china soup bowl specially made by Chief Ming, and scooped a full bowl for him.

Minglou just stood there holding a bowl of porridge, nodding his head as he drank the boiling hot porridge. "Ah Cheng, you are good at craftsmanship. It's delicious..."

"Eat slowly, no one will grab you, and you're not afraid of being scalded." Mingcheng took down the steamer, and when the lid was lifted, a cage of white and fat crab roe buns was fragrant.

After Mingcheng put them on the plate one by one, he held the tray with one hand and pulled Officer Ming with the other. "Let's go, eat on the table. Eldest sister sees you like this, it's time to scold you again..."

"Do you still have any rules? You will be 34 years old after the end of the year. What kind of talk does this sound like! Children know that eating is served on the table. Look at you..." Barbara, Ming Jing scolded him as soon as he came downstairs.

Mingcheng snickered, gloating. "Makes you hungry."

Minglou muttered, "That's what you're used to..."

"Ming Lou!" Ming Jing was angry, "You still don't pay attention to me, and you dare to answer back when I say a few words about you, you are amazing to be an officer! No matter how old you are, I am the only one who has the final say in this family! "

Mingcheng held back his laughter and endured it so hard, he quickly took a crab roe bun to Mingjing. "Sister, it's just out of the pot, you can taste it."

Ming Jing glared at Ming Lou, "For the sake of the crab roe buns, I'll let you go today!"

Hey!Dare to love, I can't even compare to crab roe buns, are they siblings...Mr. Ming looked at Ming Cheng very aggrieved, and wanted to get an answer from him.

Mingcheng understood Minglou's eyes, but deliberately shook his head.Facing him, she said something on her lips, "You deserve it!"

Ming Jing drank porridge and ate crab roe buns, and still kept talking. "Ah Cheng, why do you leave this kind of thing to Axiang in the future? We men from the Ming family can't do this. In the future, the elder sister will find you a capable wife, and you are afraid that she will cut down on your food and drink! Like that Daughter-in-law, our Ming family won't want it..."

Minglou threw the spoon in his hand, and there was a ding-dong sound. "It's not enough to let people have a good meal!"

Both Mingjing and Mingcheng were stunned...

Mingjing responded quickly, and she thought Minglou was worried that her words would bring up Mingcheng's sad past.She immediately lost her voice, and to be honest, she was also afraid of Minglou getting angry.

And Mingcheng...sorry, I was really scared.

However, the phone that rang suddenly at home saved Mingcheng.He ran to answer the phone, and as expected, it was Liang Zhongchun calling. "Director Liang, you won't be kidnapped again early in the morning, right?"

"Brother Ah Cheng, don't dare to joke. Let Chief Ming come to work quickly, something serious has happened." Liang Zhongchun was on the other end of the phone, almost crying.

Mingcheng frowned, "Speak well, what big things can happen!"

"Japan's Army General Satsunojiro came to Shanghai secretly and stayed at the Peace Hotel last night.