there are bandits

Hebei, Zhangjiakou.Luoying Gorge.

After Yu Manli left, Minglou and Mingcheng searched through the books at home, but couldn't find any information about Luoyingxia.Neither of them had ever heard of this place. According to Yu Manli, even the elderly local people may only have heard of it but never seen it. It is a place that exists in legends.But they all knew that Yu Manli would never talk about this place for no reason, and Ah Cheng said that if he asked Yu Manli again, Minglou knew that if he asked again, he would not get anything.Manli would not know more than them, if she knew, she would definitely say it.Because, that is where the eldest sister went this time.

"She must have seen this word from Suzuki, or Suzuki told her this word. Maybe, Luoyingxia is what Suzuki wants to know from the Ming family."

"In Hebei, in Zhangjiakou. If it has always existed, is it related to the Ming family's mine? Then, it should not be directly related to the elder sister's visit this time, right?"

Probably not, Ming Lou didn't answer, but just looked up at Ah Cheng.For the first time, Cheng saw uncertainty in the eyes of his elder brother.This big brother who has always been calm and calm has a lot of weaknesses in his body.The people he cares about and love are all his weaknesses, but isn't this also the strength that supports them to grope forward in the dark and refuse to fall down.

If there is no one who cares, who will care?

"You must contact the person sent tomorrow to find out what happened there. Eldest sister must call here every day, and I will tell you again that you must call to report safety no matter how late you are. It doesn't matter where you call Okay." Minglou rubbed his forehead thinking about all the possibilities: "No accident will happen. If it has something to do with the Japanese, I will never rush to attack the eldest sister before they figure out the canyon. The hole card will not be played so early. .”

"If Suzuki Ju doesn't know it, what about Fujita Yoshimasa? The two of them don't have any harmony to talk about now. Suzuki has adopted a strategy of ignoring Fujita, the consultant."

Ah Cheng saw Minglou's pupils constricting a little bit, and his five fingers resting on the armrest of the sofa curled up, digging into the leather sofa like eagle's claws.The lines on his face became more and more cold, he said: "Go and explain this matter to Mingtai, let him go to Zhangjiakou!"

No. 76 has stagnated recently in the matter of arresting □□□. In the past, there were always people on trial in this cell. Even if no one was caught, Director Wang could just pick up a homeless person who broke the curfew. Dozens of whips or a dozen shuttles.The screams were the accompaniment that made the gloomy-looking building No. 76 feel alive, and the whip in Wang Manchun's hand was fed by eating human blood.Ever since Chief Ming broke her into playing with bullets on New Year's Eve, there has never been such a scene.No one is born to like to stay in a bloody place, so someone privately explained that the officer is like the prince who rescued the princess in a fairy tale, suppressing the vicious queen Wang Chu.So who is the princess?Is it the girl who frequented Ming's house that Wang Chu ordered to keep an eye on?

If No. 76 does not make progress, Minglou, the deputy director of the special committee, will have to take responsibility.Suzuki Juyi, the dean of the super advanced class, had to intervene.But Suzuki is really different from the braided Yoko Minami. He doesn't like meetings, and he won't chatter and howl alone in a conference room, watching the lower and lower heads of the people sitting in the bottom two rows.Even though he knew that he was being slandered by them in his heart, he felt bright on the bright side.

He won't, that's no fun.Or maybe it's because he used to be the one sitting there, don't do to others what you don't want to be done to others!But he will also come to No. 76. If he does not come, he will not show importance, and he will not be able to reach the intensity of the whip.He had someone set up a round table and two chairs at the place where Wang Chu often shot targets.

There is tea, paper and pens on the table, guns and knives.

There were two people sitting at the table, Suzuki Kikuichi in a Chinese tunic and Minglou in a Chinese tunic.Everyone else is not allowed to attend, whoever should be arrested will be arrested, and don't look or listen to indecent insults.

"What do you think the two of them are talking about? It's fun, it's not like reprimanding and arguing, but it seems to be having a long conversation. If there are no guns and knives on the table, I really want to laugh."

"What are you laughing at?"

Liang Zhongchun and Wang Manchun rarely stood side by side in the distance, they were peeping.

"Laugh...hehehe, laugh at yourself." Liang Zhongchun originally wanted to laugh at Suzuki's nondescript gown and the weird Chinese he spoke, but after he said the first word, he realized that Suzuki's Chinese was no longer what it used to be. So strange, his accent is getting more and more positive.If you don't know that he is Japanese, you may think that he is from a remote mountain village in China, with a local accent, but he is not from Shanghai.As for the long gown he is wearing today, if it is said that it matches his thin figure carefully, if it is said that Dong Shi imitated it, he must be the one who imitated it best.

A Japanese is about to become a Chinese.This is by no means the result of the strong assimilation of the Japanese by the Chinese, but the encapsulation and erosion from the outside in.Liang Zhongchun felt a chill rise from the soles of his feet. Should he be thankful that his identity as a traitor might not be punished, or should he be happy that an onion started to rot from the center, so that his eyes would no longer be sour and choke his eyes? Mouth and nose, let him no longer shed a drop of tears and joy?

He turned to look at Wang Manchun beside him: "Those two Japanese, which side do you choose, Wang Chu?"

Wang Manchun knew that he was referring to Fujita and Suzuki, one was young and gloomy, the other was seasoned and ruthless, the two exchanged punches silently, which hurt their bones. The word "election" is too flattering to them, it is already good not to be abandoned.

"do not know."

This answer was expected, Liang Zhongchun was not surprised, and asked again: "Then what about the first two? It's not difficult for Wang Chu to choose."

Wang Manchun cast a sideways glance at Liang Zhongchun, and her mind was like a battle between heaven and man, as if a thousand horses were galloping. She quickly settled down, and said slowly and proudly on her bright red lips: "If my senior brother and the super high class are not of the same mind, then you Wouldn't I have become a mouse in the bellows?"

Minglou casually picked up the gun on the table and compared it to the red heart of the target in the distance, then picked up the knife, held the blade against the sun, and filled the small teacups for himself and Suzuki. Tea, picked it up and took a sip.

"How is Chief Ming's marksmanship?"

"It's not that good. Ming is engaged in economics. In comparison, maybe his knife skills are better."

"how to say?"

"Scholars write and cut paper, practice makes perfect if you cut too much!" Ming Lou replied with a serious smile, folded the stack of paper on the table with one hand and took the knife that was much wider than the blade of the paper knife and not too long. Shao's knife raised his arm and swung it horizontally.His hand was still pressing the paper, and the blade brushed under his fingertips. In the blink of an eye, the knife was off the paper. With two fingers twisted, the stack of narrow edges seemed to be made of unfolded paper in his hand. Small fan, neatly cut open.The edges of the paper are neat and not fuzzy.The action can be called chic and neat.

Suzuki's eyes lit up, and he exclaimed a little: "Good knife skills, see the blood seal the throat."

"Congratulations, it's just cutting the throat, it's just cutting the paper. In terms of it, the barrel is still used, and the bullet is faster than the knife, and it doesn't take much effort. The shooting range is full of gun blood. If you smell it carefully now, you can still see it." in the air."

"The feeling of blood splattered by a gun is completely different from the feeling of seeing blood with a knife. The gun barrel is still warm but there is no smell of blood. The knife is different. The process of wiping blood is better than splattering blood."

Looking at Suzuki's almost enjoying and yearning expression, Ming Lou brushed his fingers lightly over the blade, "I don't know if Section Chief Suzuki has heard an old Chinese saying that after playing with eagles all his life, he was pecked at the eyes by the eagles. Some things, it’s better not to like them too much, they are the four words I recognize most.”

Suzuki's long and narrow eyes filled Neche's eyelids in vain, and there was a gleam in his eyes, and he nodded slightly: "I've been taught. Speaking of eagles, does Chief Ming know Luoying Gorge?"

Minglou stared into Suzuki Juichi's eyes, and listened to these three words with an almost expressionless face. A sail in his heart seemed to have finally met the wind that could blow it up, filling him with nowhere to go. heart of heaven.It's still time to wait, Luoyingxia, if you want to look for it, I will look for it too.

The peaks of his brows slowly gather together, forming a word for Sichuan.Suzuki's eyeballs also focused with this fluctuation, and he tilted his head unconsciously, feeling the tension of catching an answer that was about to come out.

"never heard of that."

Minglou answered very calmly, like a wisp of smoke, drifting away together with the lingering blood in the sky above the shooting range.Suzuki's mind went blank, and he was stunned.Minglou added another sentence: "Where is that? Places of interest?"

The flowing air was still and solidified at this moment, only the wind blowing on the stack of papers on the table rattled, like a blade whistling in the wind.Even Liang and Wang in the distance felt it, and unconsciously took a step forward.

Very slowly, Suzuki's smile with the corners of his mouth magnified in Minglou's eyes, he didn't get angry, and laughed dryly twice, without answering Minglou's question, he changed the subject and said: "Miss Yu's purple sand pot contains chrysanthemums. How is it?"

"Heh", Minglou laughed and waved his hands: "Isn't this busy catching □□? My office documents are piled high and have not been approved. How can I have time to send a purple clay pot to her home?"

"Then don't delay Chief Ming, please."

The two stood up at the same time. Minglou looked at the buttons on Suzuki's neck that were stretched out, pointed at them, and stretched out his hand to button them for him: "Wearing a long shirt is like wearing a military uniform. You can't undo even a single button. It’s opened. Especially the one on the neck, it can only be untied when doing bad things.”

Suzuki stood upright, seeing Minglou's hand stretching out to his neck, he wanted to back up for a moment, but stood still.Minglou's fingers were very cold, and when he was buttoning the buttons, they passed over his Adam's apple, and he subconsciously rolled down his throat.

"The buttons are not easy to fasten, they are too tight. The hem of the clothes is too narrow, and it is inconvenient to sit up. It still doesn't suit me very well."

After buttoning the button, Minglou retracted his hand, took a step back and looked at it, and smiled slightly: "That's right, the Chinese are too particular, and knees are especially bad, so they only kneel down to the emperor, relatives and teachers."

Liang Zhongchun looked at the way they were getting close, and raised one eyebrow in puzzlement, with an indescribable feeling, always feeling awkward.Liang Zhongchun felt that although the two looked similar in height, in terms of stature and imposing manner, Chief Ming would definitely be able to suppress Suzuki.

So, he chose: Minglou.

Mingtai went to Zhangjiakou, Ah Cheng came in Chongminglou every day and shook his head, saying everything was safe.

Ming Lou asked someone to deliver a gift box to Yu Manli's residence, with a note inside: Section Chief Suzuki presented a good purple clay pot with a handle.

Yu Manli went home and opened the lid of the box, took a look at the yellow paper, put it on the table, went to the flower shop downstairs to buy a bunch of chrysanthemums, cut the stems short and put them in the teapot, and carried a pot to burn. Hot boiling water was poured into the teapot with a sizzling sound.

Very satisfying to hear the sound.It's quite like the first dish in the world that Mr. Guofu of the Jiang family's Tianxia and Chen's party researched: Pour the crispy rice, and there is a thunder.