Cinnabar-dyed celadon

Ah Cheng who opened the door was wearing a black suit and vest, and cinnabar was wearing a dark purple brocade cheongsam.

Champagne, music, and two people who are like a golden girl.

"Mr. Ying Zuo, what's the matter?" Zhu Sha smiled while holding the wine glass.

"Miss and Mr. Ah Cheng, didn't you hear the gunshot?" Ying Zuo Zhenzhao was unhappy, and his tone was naturally not very good.

"For Shanghai, is the sound of gunfire still a surprise?" Ah Cheng turned off the gramophone, and the room suddenly became quiet, which made Yingzuo Zhenzhao a little embarrassed.

"Matsumoto-kun, who lives on the seventh floor, was assassinated. I was worried that something might happen to Miss, so I came here to see." Yingzuo suppressed his temper.

"Matsumoto-kun?" Zhu Sha shook her head with regret. "I heard that the people who live here on the seventh floor are the pillars of the empire, so I have been living here. I thought that this place should be fortified with iron walls."

"It's because we underestimated the enemy." Ying Zuo heard the thorn in Zhu Sha's words, and let out a heavy sigh of displeasure, "Since Miss is fine, I won't bother Miss."

"Thank you Yingzuo-jun for your understanding." Zhu Sha smiled.

Minglou came quickly, and according to the plan, he didn't have a good look at Ah Cheng.

"These anti-Japanese elements are so arrogant!" Ming Lou was filled with righteous indignation.

"Yeah, I didn't expect them to be so bold." Yingzuo Zhenzhao was furious, "Fortunately, they didn't have time to open the safe and take away the documents. Otherwise..." Yingzuo sighed heavily, "Just Unfortunately, Matsumoto-kun..."

"That's good," Minglou said with a look of relief, "That's really a blessing in misfortune."

Ah Cheng followed Minglou with a submissive face, but secretly proud of himself in his heart.

Ying Zuo is worthy of being a master spy, there are traps everywhere near the safe, but fortunately, he avoided them all safely.

"That's right. Moreover, judging from the point of impact of the shot fired by the bodyguard, the assassin must have been injured. I have already sent people to check all the hospitals in the city, hoping to find clues."

"Not only hospitals, but also small clinics, places where gunshot wounds can be treated must be investigated. Also, the car the assassin left is also the focus of the investigation." Minglou added cooperatively.

According to Minglou's "plan", when Minglou left, he was still in Secretary Chen's car.

Yingzuo Zhenzhao looked at Ah Cheng who stood at the entrance of the restaurant for a moment, and raised the corners of his mouth slightly.

For Kagezuo Zhenzhao, this is almost the same, and it is the most satisfying thing for him tonight.

When Ah Cheng returned to the Ming mansion, Ming Lou was waiting anxiously in the study.

He held the book in his hand, but he never read it.

He could see the scene clearly, between Ah Cheng and Zhu Sha, someone must be injured.

Is it Ah Cheng?Or cinnabar?

Minglou's somewhat selfish hope is cinnabar.

Compared with Ah Cheng's safety, whether the intelligence is obtained is more important.

If you can't get the documents, you can think of a way, but Ah Cheng's life is only once.

What's more, looking at the child's eyes, Minglou felt

It's done.

"Brother." Ah Cheng opened the door and came in. Ming Lou immediately looked up at him, and found the answer he wanted in his eyes. "The documents are here."

"Well done!" Ming Lou was half relieved, got up and walked in front of Ah Cheng, but when he saw his slightly pale face, he mentioned it heavily. "Where's the injury?" As he spoke, he pulled Ah Cheng to sit down and examine him.

"Right arm, a little scratch," Ah Cheng shook his head, "it's been stitched up, it's fine." As he spoke, Ah Cheng moved his right arm to indicate that he was fine.

"Nonsense!" Minglou glared at Ah Cheng, stretched out his hand and rolled up his shirt sleeves, seeing that there was indeed no blood seeping, so he was relieved.

Ah Cheng took out the miniature camera from his pocket and handed it to Minglou.

"The action is fast." Minglou shook his head helplessly, and nodded ah Cheng. "I was injured just now, go to rest early."

That night, Ah Cheng had a good night's sleep.

Cinnabar's suturing is very skillful, and in just ten minutes, the wound has been treated very clean and the bandage is also very proper.

In fact, Ah Cheng's wound was not shallow, and there was a lot of bleeding.The bullet grazed his right arm, scraping off a large chunk of flesh.

Fortunately, the perfume Zhu Sha used was strong enough, and he sprayed a lot on him to suppress the smell of blood.

In the Ming family industry, perfume is a very important item.

Therefore, even if the signboard of Ming Jiaxiang belongs to Ming Tang now, even if Ah Cheng only came to Ming House when he was ten years old.

He is also very familiar with perfume.

Not to mention that he had studied specially in the special training class.

Naturally, the special military training class at that time was not the same as that on Mingtai.

The top note of cinnabar perfume is rich and sweet, so it can suppress the blood, but at this moment, the bottom note is very elegant.

The front note is eye-catching and takes up the edge, but the back note smells like a breeze blowing on the face, bringing a touch of spring.

This is cinnabar.

Ah Cheng secretly made a definition in his heart.

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