[Lou Cheng's first time] Nirvana

shop, was shot to death.Now the special high class and No. 76 are waiting for Chief Ming to come and investigate the real culprit. The initial suspicion is that Han Dao did it. "

Mingcheng's face changed again and again, "Got it, Chief Ming will be here soon."

Seeing Mingcheng's complexion, Minglou knew that something serious had happened. "What happened to Liang Zhongchun?"

"It's not him..." Mingcheng looked at Mingjing who was very curious, and said to Minglou. "The Japanese Army General Zuzu Nojiro arrived in Shanghai secretly, stayed at the Peace Hotel, and was killed."

"What did you say!" Minglou stood up, his face turning pale again.He asked Mingcheng in disbelief, "Over there at No. 76, is it Han Dao?"

"Preliminary suspicion, yes." Mingcheng nodded solemnly.

Ming Lou quickly put on his clothes and prepared to go out, while Ah Cheng was waiting beside him...

"It would be good if these Japanese were all killed by Han Dao. If I had to say that Han Dao is the hot-blooded man of our Chinese nation. Let those invaders and traitors see what a Chinese is!" Ming Jing felt that today's breakfast was even more delicious...

"Eldest sister, don't say a few words." Mingcheng tugged on Ming Jing's sleeve, didn't he see that his elder brother's eyebrows were so wrinkled that he could pinch a mosquito to death.

"Why, I don't have the skills to kill those beasts myself, so I'm not allowed to applaud the national heroes!" Ming Jing didn't take it seriously, "It's not people like you who call curves to save the country, learn more from others."

"National hero?" Minglou felt his head ache even more, "You call it blind worship."

"I adore it! Who in Shanghai doesn't worship Han Dao now! Ah Cheng, do you think you worship Han Dao!" Ming Jing and Ming Lou clashed, and began to try to draw Ah Cheng into her camp.

The corner of Mingcheng's mouth twitched, "Big sister, it's time for big brother to go to work, we'll come back to discuss this issue after get off work..." Then he hurried out to drive.

Ming Jing slapped Minglou on the back of the vest, "It was all broken by you!"

"Blame me again!" Minglou sighed helplessly, "I'm going to work, big sister."

When we arrived at the city government office, the special high school and No. 76 were already waiting.

Wang Manchun first took out the photo of the scene, "Mr. Ming, this is the scene of the crime. The two dead guards have been autopsied, and this is the autopsy report. The two were killed by crushing their throat bones. This method, only Veteran military special agents will do it. From the analysis of strength and perspective, the killing method is perfect."

Wang Manchun also showed the scene photo of Tsuno Jiro being killed, "Master Tsuno was killed by cutting the carotid artery and draining all the blood from his body. The knife technique was professional, the angle was tricky, and Mr. Tsuno did not resist before his death. It can be concluded that the murderer was Started from the front."

Minglou turned to the angry Nantian Yoko, "Section Chief Nantian, I'm very sorry for causing such a thing to happen to your country's chief in Shanghai. However, our government didn't receive any news about the colonel's visit to Shanghai beforehand, and the murderer was too..."

If there is no wind, it has nothing to do with the new government.The meaning in Minglou's words was very clear, and number 76 was also left out.It's a case that becomes a super high class!

Yoko Nantian had no way to refute. The fact is that she also received a report today, and only then did she know that it was Tsuno Jiro who was murdered.If it wasn't for such an accident, she wouldn't even know that Tsuno Jiro came to Shanghai!

The secrecy work is so strict, but the news can still be leaked!

They underestimated the agents of the Chinese military command.

"I will definitely not let him go, this cold sword." Yoko Nantian was also terrified, such an invisible person.What's more, Yamashita Nakajima just died in front of her yesterday...

"I also really want to meet this Han Dao." Minglou smiled lightly, as if everything had nothing to do with him.

Wang Manchun took a deep breath, she is a woman after all, of course she was shocked by the terrifying atmosphere brought to Shanghai by the cold knife...

As for Liang Zhongchun, the cold sweat on his head kept flowing...

After they all left, Mingcheng made a cup of coffee and brought it in.When he handed it to Minglou, he saw that Minglou's brows were tightly furrowed, obviously very troubled.

"Brother, are you worried about Han Dao?"

"Why is such an outstanding agent just our opponent?" Minglou sighed, "Du Luning told the agents of the entire military command that Han Dao was his best student. At that time, I didn't believe it...but Now, this autopsy report is enough to prove everything."

A secret agent who has been dormant for ten years and is still secretive. He knows his skills well, his methods are clean, and his sword skills are superb.

It is really a peerless knife treasured by the army.

"Brother, have you never seen Han Dao?" Mingcheng looked at the autopsy report, and felt faintly nauseous at the photo of Tsuno Jiro lying in a pool of blood.

"If you really saw it, would it be so difficult?" Ming Lou took a sip of coffee and settled himself. "Over at Mingtai, what happened to the Polish Eagle?"

"The arrow is on the string." Mingcheng smiled and said four words.

"There is no turning back when you shoot a bow. Once Mingtai fires the first shot, there is no turning back." Minglou was very emotional. The child who was spoiled by them since childhood still took that step after all.

"Sometimes, it might be better to go another way." Mingcheng said softly.

Minglou's hearing ability has always been good, and he always tries to figure out what Mingcheng says out of habit.He felt that this sentence must be Mingcheng's emotion after personal experience.

So, he asked back, "Really?"

"Isn't it?" Mingcheng rarely asked without answering.

Minglou stared at Mingcheng like this for a long time, "What did you think when you joined the Communist Party?"

For this problem, Minglou slapped Mingcheng, but it was too late to do anything.He didn't want Ah Cheng to go this way, like him, he couldn't walk in the sun...

However, he knew it too late.

At that time, he asked Ah Cheng why.

Ah Cheng's answer is - I am Chinese.

And now, he asked again.

"Belief."

Mingcheng's answer is more succinct, but it is more sonorous and powerful than many years ago.It's so deafening that people can't refute it...

Wang Manchun asked Minglou for dinner. Mingcheng originally wanted to go to a random place to solve his food and clothing, but as soon as he walked out of the new government hall, he saw Rongchu coming from another direction.

Rong Chu didn't come alone. As the chairman of the Shanghai Chamber of Commerce, he came for a meeting.

"Ah Cheng." Rong Chu's smile was like the spring breeze as always, making people feel warm in the winter. "Go, go to my house for dinner."

"Okay." Mingcheng raised an incomparably bright smile.Today, Minglou doesn't want him to continue his get off work, and he is free all afternoon.

I don't know when, the two of them suddenly became familiar with each other.

Rongchu's home has always been on Songxue Street, Fuyou Road, and has not changed.Perhaps it was because there were still traces of Ah Ci's life here, Rongchu was unwilling to move away.

Both of them have good cooking skills, and each of them cooks a good dish in the kitchen...

"When I was young, I didn't like carrots. My godmother poured carrot juice into the steamed eggs. The taste is so good, I can eat a big bowl in one meal." Rongchu said when he was a child, Although at that time he didn't know that his godmother was his sister.

Mingcheng smiled, "Then you are like my godmother, you hate carrots the most. Once I insisted on making Yangzhou fried rice for her, and she refused to let this one go and that one."

During that month in Germany, he enjoyed the care of a mother.Although, now that woman is the number one traitor that everyone shouts and beats, but...

After all, she hurt him.

"You also have a godmother!" Rong Chu was overjoyed, "In this way, we are more alike."

"Yeah." Mingcheng just smiled, "I'm very grateful that the Ming family took me in, otherwise I might still be a gangster in Shanghai."

"When it comes to gangsters, there's nothing wrong with that." Rong Chu shrugged, "Like the Green Gang, I think it's pretty good."

"So, you just laundered money for them?" Mingcheng laughed, "If you want to let that old-fashioned Young Master Rong of your family know, you must have family law to take care of you."

"Do you think you are much better than me?" Rong Chu retorted mercilessly, "Your Ming chief must know that you are celadon, and you have good fruits to eat!"

"Don't leave any pot unopened, can this matter be turned over?" Mingcheng put the stir-fried vegetables out of the pot...

"Unless you bribe me." Rong Chu smiled like a fox.

The two ate and chatted, enjoying a very pleasant lunch.Rongchu first asked Mingcheng, "I heard that another senior Japanese military officer died this morning. Did Han Dao do it?"

Mingcheng hesitated, "Can you not say such disgusting things while eating, I feel like throwing up when I think of that bloody photo."

"Then what's the matter, I can eat spaghetti while dissecting the corpse." Rong Chu didn't care, and continued his topic. "Tell me."

"Severed the carotid artery with one knife, and bled to death alive." Mingcheng narrated briefly and buried himself in his meal.Being friends with medical students is really troublesome...

"Yamashita Nakajima died of poisoning, and this one is so... Do you think this Handao is a medical student?" Rong Chu gave a very bold guess.

"Ahem..." Mingcheng choked, "Why do you pay so much attention to Han Dao?"

Rong Chu looked at him suspiciously, "When I mentioned Han Dao, you suddenly became so excited. In psychology, this is a physical conditioned reflex harvested from the stimulation of words. Ah Cheng, do you know Han Dao?"

Mingcheng felt that he should stay away from these psychology students.

"know."

Rong Chu frowned, "Really?"

Mingcheng put down the bowls and chopsticks, "Officer Ming said, you and Xia Yuechun will check the cold knife, and Du Luning will not be able to detect it. Can you tell me the reason?"

He was worried that if he took one wrong step, Rongchu would fall off the cliff.

Rongchu looked at Mingcheng seriously, and he decided to take a gamble!Bet on Mingcheng's sincerity...

"Are you sure who I am?"

"..." Mingcheng stared at Rongchu with wide eyes, he knew the meaning of this sentence.Because two years ago, he and Ah Ci occasionally corresponded.The most frequent is the time when Ah Ci learned of his life experience...

He remembered receiving a letter suddenly. It was the first time Ah Ci knew that there was a person who looked exactly like him in the world. Ah Ci said this at the end of the letter.

——When night falls, I have nightmares again and again, not knowing who I am.There is always another self in the mirror, he is with me, and he is dead with me.

Even though it was so far away, he could still feel Ah Ci's bewilderment at that time...

"Ah Ci joined the organization because of me." Mingcheng chose a topic to start, "I know him very well. Ah Chu, Ah Ci's sacrifice..."

Even though Rongchu's heart ached, he still keenly felt Mingcheng's voice choked up... "How did you and Ah Ci know each other?"

Then, Mingcheng was silent for a long, long time.

After a long time, Rong Chu almost gave up on this answer...

"Han Dao has never seen Ah Ci, don't worry."

He understood Rong Chu's worry. The military commander and even Du Luning thought that Rong Chu was Yang Muci.And Rongchu worried that Han Dao, as Yang Muci's senior brother, would reveal this secret to the public.

Mingcheng has been struggling, whether he should tell Rongchu his identity.After thinking for so long, he still decided to hide it.

Now Han Dao is a dangerous person.

Ever since he decided to kill someone, he decided to walk alone on this long dark journey.La Rongchu went into the water, or let Rongchu take risks for him, which violated his original intention.

Rongchu didn't fall into deep water without him, and he couldn't fall into deep water because of him...

"Sir, let's buy a pack of cigarettes." The middle-aged man who peddled cigarettes stopped in front of Mingcheng.

In the past, Mingcheng smoked.

People who have been in the dark for a long time need cigarettes to relieve their loneliness.

Later, Minglou insisted on forcing him to quit.Since then, he has not bought cigarettes...

Just about to refuse, but among the rows of cigarette boxes of various colors, I saw the only box of Valentine's brand cigarettes... Mingcheng took out a banknote from his pocket, "There's no need to look for it."

Stuffing the pack of cigarettes in his pocket, he strode toward his car.

After closing the car door, he opened the package of the cigarette case, and there was indeed a universe inside.

A note rolled up like a cigarette...

——December 12.12, at four o'clock in the afternoon, at Shanghai Railway Station, Junko Ono, the flower of the Japanese spy, went to Shanghai to get rid of it.

A rolled up photo is exposed to Mingcheng's eyes a little bit...

The flower of Japan's spies is well-deserved.

Being so beautiful is itself a fatal weakness.

Mingcheng looked at his watch, it was less than one o'clock...

There are too many people at Shanghai Railway Station, and it is now an extraordinary period, and the special high school has been arresting cold swords.As the flower of a spy, Junko Ono must be a very vigilant woman.

Forget it, there are still more than three hours, go pick up Chief Ming first...

Drive the car opposite the western restaurant and stop on the side of the road.

Mingcheng lit a cigarette...

The remaining few sticks have to be smoked out...

When he drew the fifth stick, he saw Minglou and Wang Manchun going out together.When parting, Minglou played his little trick again.

Wang Manchun was overjoyed when he saw the rose that Minglou suddenly transformed into. He stood on tiptoe and gently touched her flaming red lips on Minglou's cheek.

Minglou subconsciously looked in Mingcheng's direction...

Mingcheng just showed a smile so bright that it hurts people's eyes... There it is!Any woman will love a rose, especially a pretty one.

"Mr. Ming, Ms. Wang." Mingcheng drove the car for the two of them respectfully. After they were all seated, Mingcheng drove back to the new government office.

"Ah Cheng, you've been waiting for a long time." Wang Manchun greeted, "Have you had lunch yet?"

"Eat." Mingcheng smiled and thanked politely, "Thank you, Miss Wang, for your concern."

It is exquisite in all aspects and does not leak water.

Minglou suddenly couldn't understand such Mingcheng, when did this person play bureaucrat so well?Moreover, his style of acting is completely different from the Ah Cheng he saw.

"Ah Cheng is polite." Wang Manchun was very satisfied with Mingcheng's knowledge of advances and retreats.

Mingcheng glanced at Minglou in the rearview mirror, "Mr. Ming, the General Administration of Customs has something to deal with this afternoon. I would like to ask for leave."

What else can the General Administration of Customs do besides smuggling? !Ming Lou nodded seriously, "Sure."

"Ah Cheng is a fat job in charge of the General Administration of Customs." Wang Manchun looked for a topic, but unexpectedly found a topic that Ming Cheng was afraid to avoid. "Brother, you are smart enough. You entered the Economic Bureau and arranged for Ah Cheng to manage the customs. Mr. Zhou must have put a lot of thought into it."

Minglou's eyes darkened, and a violent storm was brewing under his calm eyes.His voice was calm, without any ups and downs. "Fat water does not flow into outsiders' fields."

Mingcheng's hands holding the steering wheel trembled... Minglou got angry.

This was a subconscious reaction, he just knew that Minglou was angry without any reason.

"When you come back from the General Administration of Customs, tell me how you got this fat job." Before entering the office, Minglou calmly narrated to Mingcheng.

Mingcheng lowered his head, "Yes, Mr. Ming."

On December [-]th, at four o'clock in the afternoon, the train from Nanjing to Shanghai stopped on time, and a woman in a snow-white dress got off the train.

Exquisite makeup adorns her beautiful face...

As soon as she stepped out of the Shanghai Railway Station, she was stopped by a half-grown man.Unexpectedly, she was not angry, because the boy who was only thirteen or fourteen was holding a large bouquet of red roses in his arms...

"Beautiful lady, buy a flower."

It is nature for women to love flowers.

What's more, the bouquet of red roses in front of her was very colorful, especially one of them was blooming particularly movingly.

"I want this one, how much is it?" Her voice was soft, and she spoke Mandarin fluently, but there was a little lack of flatness.

"One dollar, thank you miss." The boy held the flowers in front of her and let her take it herself.

She took the flowers, lowered her head and sniffed, and the rich fragrance of flowers came to her nostrils...

Holding a rose in her hand, she walked out of the Shanghai Railway Station.When he just left the gate, his feet suddenly became unstable, and he fell into the arms of a man who was passing through the gate together...

"Walk carefully, miss." The deep and pleasant voice made her feel a little dazed.

As the proud spy flower of the Japanese imperial army, she already felt that she was doomed.

The hand around her waist frivolously caressed her back, and she could feel the slender fingers clinging to her spine.She sensed danger...

As a spy, the most instinctive reaction.She is going to fight...

However, she could only follow him, and couldn't even see his face clearly... She was like a rabbit bitten on the neck by a wolf, and death approached her little by little.

"Crack" a muffled bone splitting sound, causing her pupils to burst...

Outsiders watched enviously as the couple cuddled up and sat in the lounge area outside the cafe closest to the train station.After the man bowed his head and didn't know what to say, he walked gracefully and disappeared around the corner of the cafe.

When the waiter went out, he only saw the corner of the iron-gray windbreaker floating around the corner...

"Ma'am, what would you like to drink?" The waiter saw that the woman lowered her head and responded, so he had to move closer. "Ma'am, you... ah!"

The woman fell from the chair to the ground without warning, her face was distorted, her beautiful eyes were wide open, and the corners of her eyes were almost cracked...

"It's not good! Someone's dead!" The people around hurriedly dispersed, for fear of getting involved in a life lawsuit.

Office of the General Administration of Customs.

The person in charge was holding the documents, and when he saw Mingcheng sitting at the desk, he immediately leaned over like a dog. "Sir, the goods have all been packed and are waiting for your signature. Please..."

Mingcheng took ten lines at a glance, and signed his name smartly at the signature place. "It's really a good place for you to take a nap here, okay, this time you pass the test."

"Thank you for your understanding, sir, go slowly, sir."

For Mingcheng's surprise inspection, the person in charge was sweating.Fortunately, I just rested in the office for three hours and didn't take him into surgery, otherwise...

Mingcheng drove the car out of the General Administration of Customs. The car passed by the deserted riverside. He opened the car door and threw out a bag of clothes.

After a few ups and downs, the paper bag surging on the river surface was washed away by the river water without any trace.

Mingcheng glanced at his appointment document from the General Administration of Customs on the passenger seat... There is also a pass at Minglou. In fact, he was prepared, but he didn't expect Minglou to wait so long after returning to Shanghai. He noticed that the General Administration of Customs was held in his hands.

Minglou seems to have always thought that he was just a clerk of the General Administration of Customs...

On this day, Minglou failed to get off work on time.

The atmosphere in the city government office dropped to freezing point...

Mingcheng didn't go in, and could feel the oppressive air inside.He stood quietly at the door of Minglou's office, listening to the case report from Wang Manchun and Liang Zhongchun.

"... Junko Ono was transferred from the Nanjing Super High School to Shanghai to assist Section Chief Nantian in investigating Handao. She set off on No. 11 in the morning, and was assassinated by a mysterious man on the street as soon as she got off the Shanghai Railway Station this afternoon." Liang Zhong Chun's voice was trembling, "According to passers-by, they didn't see the man's face, they only said he was wearing an iron gray knee-length windbreaker..."

"Mr. Ming, this is the autopsy report of Junko Ono." Wang Manchun paused, "The spine of the corpse softened, the fourth and fifth vertebrae were broken, and he died of suffocation. There were fingerprints of the murderer on the back. According to the comparison, it was a man's hand." And this one is in Junko Ono's pocket."

A piece of white paper with a short-bladed saber drawn...

Minglou's voice was gloomy and cold, "It's a cold knife again! One life a day, and you've only got such a piece of paper to hand over the job! What's the use of the government supporting you!"

"At least... At least I can be sure it's Han Dao..." Liang Zhongchun stammered back.

"Bullshit!" Ming Lou burst into anger, "You have been led by the nose by Han Dao! If he hadn't left this behind, would you still want to tell me and the special high school that the murderer is unknown!"

"Mr. Ming, the humble staff will step up the investigation." Wang Manchun also panicked when she saw the furious Ming Lou. How could her senior brother be so angry that he uttered foul words? !

"Check! Even if Shanghai is turned over, we still have to find this cold knife!"

"Yes!"

Wang Manchun and Liang Zhongchun walked out in disgrace. When Liang Zhongchun saw Mingcheng, he made a very depressed expression.Pulling people aside, "Brother Ah Cheng, Chief Ming is in a bad mood, stay away from him."

Can be far away, want you to say?

Mingcheng looked at him helplessly, "Thank you for your kindness, you should worry about yourself."

Mingcheng took his appointment document for the Director of the General Administration of Customs into the office, and put it in front of Minglou. "Master Ming, please take a look."

Minglou looked at him deeply, picked up the letter of appointment, and looked directly at the issuing unit.

Military Statistics Bureau.

"In order to make it more convenient for you to operate in Shanghai, the upper echelon of the military command appointed me to be in charge of the customs as the last way out. At the same time, it is convenient for the upper echelon of the military command to smuggle in exchange for strategic materials ahead." Mingcheng saw that the evil spirit on Ming Lou's body gradually dissipated, and he knew that he was about to pass. It's over again. "I thought you knew, so I never mentioned it. I'm sorry, it was my negligence, and I won't do it next time."

Minglou pressed his throbbing forehead, and Mingcheng quickly poured him water and took the pills.

"It's already the third..." Ming Lou leaned back on the seat and sighed long.

"What third one?" Mingcheng asked softly.

"From Yamashita Nakajima to Tsuno Jiro, and Ono Junko an hour ago. Han Dao killed three Japanese in three days and came to Shanghai high-level. The methods are different, clean and neat." Minglou put Ono Junko on the table The case report was handed over to Mingcheng, "We, including the special high school, have no whereabouts of these murdered people. Where did Handao know? Also, will there be a fourth one tomorrow..."

"Brother, he killed all Japanese, and it has nothing to do with me..." Mingcheng interrupted Minglou, and just halfway through, Minglou took over the words again.

"It doesn't matter? You don't know who the military command trained? Can you guarantee that he only kills the Japanese? Dai Li hangs this knife above our heads, not only to deter the Japanese, but also to remind us!"

Mingcheng was silent for a while, "Brother, I'm off work, sister is waiting for us to go back."

Minglou looked at his watch, "Let's go. We'll talk about it when we get home."

After leaving the gate of the city government office, Mingcheng crossed Minglou to open the door for him...

"What's wrong?" Minglou obviously felt Mingcheng's whole body tense for a second, staring at Mingcheng's face, he noticed that he frowned his pretty eyebrows.

"It's cold, and my arm hurts." Mingcheng rubbed his right arm, and smiled awkwardly. "Driving later, Mr. Ming, don't be too unsteady..."

"Sit in." Minglou walked around the front of the car, opened the cab, and started off skillfully.Seeing that Mingcheng beside the car was still standing there in a daze, he honked the horn. "I haven't come up yet, I don't want to eat dinner!"

"... Oh." Mingcheng bowed and sat in the back seat.

Minglou saw from the rearview mirror that Mingcheng's complexion was not good, and when the roadside lights hit his profile, a pale color appeared.

Minglou's heart seemed to be pricked by something...

Back then, if it wasn't for saving him, Mingcheng wouldn't have suffered severe pain in his right arm when the weather suddenly turned cold. "It hurts a lot?"

It's not the arm that hurts, but the palm...

A cigarette label burned his palm sorely.He understood that when this cigarette mark appeared, there was another task to be completed...

What made him even more unexpected was that Minglou took the initiative to become a driver because of the excuse he made.

This has never been done before...

"It's okay." Mingcheng shook his head lightly, he thought maybe Minglou really cared about him... But, this caring was to thank him for saving his life back then?

Minglou pursed his lips, his eyes were deep, and he tried to drive the car as steadily and steadily as possible.

At dinner, Mingcheng barely ate.

"Ah Cheng, is it not to your liking?" Ming Jing hurriedly called Ah Xiang to the kitchen. "Ah Xiang, hurry up and see what other dishes are there? Do you have fish fillets? Make his favorite vinegar fish fillets..."

"Elder sister, I'm not hungry." Mingcheng quickly brought a dish for Ming Jing, "You and elder brother eat slowly, I'll go upstairs first."

Mingjing watched Mingcheng go upstairs, and looked at Minglou. "Minglou, are you scolding Ah Cheng again? I'm not talking about you, can you change your young master's temper? Ah Cheng is so obedient..."

"I'll go see him after dinner."

Ming Lou said this after listening to Ming Jing's chanting.Because he was worried about Ah Cheng, he didn't have much appetite, but with the elder sister beside him, he ate casually.

Only after arriving in his room did Mingcheng dare to unfold the paper folded into the size of a palm.Only the "Valentine" cigarette mark is printed on the outermost part of the paper...

——12.13, 03, Queen7, Sakai Takamoto, except.

Behind the photo of Sakai Takamoto, there is such a sentence written in hard pen calligraphy.Although he didn't introduce who this Japanese officer is, Mingcheng also knows...

The Jinan tragedy, the executioner behind the scenes.

The flames of the lighter gradually swallowed the photos and notes together. Ah Cheng stood in front of the window, looking at the dark night in front of him... There were no stars and no moon. Half light and warm.

"Ah Cheng..." Ming Lou rarely looked at Ming Cheng's back.

All along, Ah Cheng has been by his side, always one step away from him.Just that one step is the distance that can never be crossed between them.

Ah Cheng may have seen enough of his back, he has never seen Ah Cheng before...

Ah Cheng's back is very straight, like a Populus euphratica tree standing on the Gobi, tough and tenacious.It seemed that no amount of hardships could bend his back.

However, Ah Cheng's back is full of melancholy.

"Brother, have you ever thought about this dawn..." Mingcheng turned around slowly, staring seriously at Minglou's eyes with eyes as clear as water.He paused before speaking the second half of the sentence. "When will it come?"

Minglou was stunned, really.

Ah Cheng's question is probably the most concerned by the general public who are caught in war all over the world.However, no one can give an answer.

Minglou just stood with Mingcheng for a while, the two of them faced the dark night sky outside the window, neither of them spoke.Just standing still and watching...

"Go to bed early." Minglou noticed that it was getting late, and put the medicine bottle in his hand on his desk. "If the pain is so bad that you can't sleep, just take one tablet, don't take more."

Mingcheng looked at the bottle of medicine that accompanied him every winter, and said in a low voice. "Well. Good night, brother."

"Good night."

Minglou stepped out of Mingcheng's room with heavy steps, and when the door closed, he didn't hold back.A crystal teardrop just rolled down from the eye socket...

"Ming, Ming..." Ming Jing walked out of the room, and what he saw was Ming Lou's tears.She was so shocked that she couldn't even pronounce Minglou's name...

Minglou wiped his face very naturally, even the tears that just fell were completely wiped off.Showing a warm smile at Ming Jing, "Sister, it's getting late, I'm going to bed. You should go to bed early too, good night."

Ming Jing watched him go down the stairs, and Ming Lou's back showed unspeakable desolation and sadness.Ming Jing's heart twitched, and he turned and went back to his room, not knowing what to see.

This younger brother of hers has never shed tears...

But tonight, just that one tear made her feel so sad and sad.

Queen's Boulevard is a villa area for wealthy people. Sakai Takamoto learned the lesson of Tsuno Jiro and did not live in a high-end place like the Peace Hotel, but chose a single-family villa area that can be protected by heavy troops.

Mingcheng pulled out the saber in his riding boots, and with a flash of silver light, the throats of the two guards guarding the back door were cut.He flashed into the kitchen of the villa...

The saber cut off the natural gas pipeline in the kitchen, and Mingcheng quickly walked out through the back door.

He was wearing a black windbreaker, leaning against the big tree outside the villa.

Almost merged with the night...

He waited for them to change the guard...

At three o'clock in the morning, the Japanese soldiers who were changing guards found two corpses at the back door...

Mingcheng quickly ran in another direction...

After more than a dozen gunshots of "bang bang", there was a "rumble", and the villa at No. 7 Queen's Road was bombed to the ground.The flames soaring into the sky attracted countless spies and traitors.

Mingcheng walked towards the Ming mansion without looking back.

He thought that Takamoto Sakai would not know that he died of a natural gas explosion caused by a dozen empty guns from his stupid subordinates...

The extra-higher class in Shanghai, No. 76, might not have thought of it either.

Yes, the night still goes on.

However, the night can still kill people, kill those demons who ignore life and invade other countries...

Chapter [-] Lonely Sincerity

Liang Zhongchun went to see Chief Ming early in the morning. He first strolled around Mingcheng's secretariat.Look left and look again, hesitate to speak.

"If you have something to say, go out if you have nothing to do."

Liang Zhongchun stuffed the document under his arm to Mingcheng, "Look at this, it's terrifying! Didn't you see Yoko Nantian's face today, tsk tsk..."

"The No. 7 villa on Queen Street exploded for no reason..." Mingcheng looked up at Liang Zhongchun, "This incident is also related to the special high school? You must be full if you are full."

"Brother Ah Cheng, you don't know the inside story!" Liang Zhongchun looked left and right again, making sure that there was no one around, and then moved to Mingcheng and lowered his voice. "The person who lives here is the Japanese chief Sakai Takamoto who secretly went to Shanghai. I heard that he has been here for a week and has been fine. He was killed in the early morning of this morning. It is called a bloody mess. I also went to see it. Tsk tsk...the coroner at the Japanese Army Hospital is sewing limbs on the corpse..."

"That's enough, let's tell ghost stories." Mingcheng closed the document, got up and went to Minglou's office. "Before Chief Ming doesn't get angry today, go in and report quickly. Don't talk about those who have nothing, and don't gossip!"

"Of course, I don't have the guts to say that in front of Chief Ming. Aren't we brothers, we're just chatting." Liang Zhongchun limped behind Mingcheng, but reported the situation to Minglou.

Minglou looked at the case report, "What did the Special High School say?"

"What else can I say..." Liang Zhongchun immediately replied seriously when he saw Minglou staring at him with incomparable majesty. "According to the preliminary judgment of the special high school, there is another hidden story behind the explosion of the No. 7 villa on Queen's Road. The murderer killed the Japanese Colonel by extremely brutal means. However, the destructive power of the explosion was too high, and no one survived the scene, let alone left any clues , so it is tentatively designated as a no-lead case.”

What Liang Zhongchun recalled was the conclusion of the extra-high class, but Minglou knew that this was another task done by Han Dao.From the murder to the aftermath, it's flawless.

An assassination that no one caught.

"Director Liang, go back, I know about this matter." Ming Lou was very happy to see Han Dao kill these Japanese officers, the only thing he minded was that Han Dao pointed the blade at him and Ah Cheng.

Therefore, he is also afraid of the existence of the cold knife.

Because he can't lose Ah Cheng...

Mingcheng sent Liang Zhongchun downstairs, Liang Zhongchun asked cheekily, "Brother Ah Cheng, are you free tonight?"

"No time."

Mingcheng answered with no room for negotiation.

"Yes, you are the master." Liang Zhongchun said helplessly, "Then my bastard..."

"Aren't you afraid that the cold knife will kill you?" Mingcheng's deep voice was filled with teasing.

"It's none of my business. I'm not Japanese." Liang Zhongchun lowered his voice, "Besides, I've been in Shanghai all the time. The telegram only said to kill people who came to Shanghai..."

Mingcheng looked at him helplessly, "You don't want your life if you want money! Now that the rumors are so tight, will you die if you skip two trips?"

"Who pushed the God of Wealth away?"

"If you earn your life, you have to spend your life..."

In the end, Mingcheng agreed to help him get the goods. "Take this and go, and the person in charge of the customs will handle it for you. Let me tell you first, I will not be responsible for anything that happens."

"I know, I know, all the brothers understand the rules."

At 12:15 am on December 10th, Japanese businessman and vice president of the Shanghai Chamber of Commerce Qinghe Zhumu returned to Shanghai from a business trip in Rehe.As soon as I stepped into the hall of the Chamber of Commerce, I fell because the ground was too slippery.When he fell to the ground, Zhumu Qinghe hurriedly pulled the handrail of the stairs, hit his head on the iron escalator decoration, directly penetrated the temple, and died on the spot.

At that time, Mingcheng was in the office of Rongchu's president.