The spring breeze is steep, and the river water is cold and biting.

Fan Zicheng was so cold that he stiffened, and after climbing ashore, someone hurriedly greeted him and handed over the clothes he had prepared in advance.

He glanced at the man, took his clothes, and stooped down to get into the car.

Not much.

After changing into clean clothes, Fan Zicheng's body temperature gradually warmed up.

"Brother Fan, this is the snatched trap box, and the eighth drawing is placed in it. The co-pilot's younger brother trembled and handed over a wooden box.

Fan Zicheng took it.

After looking at the box twice, Fan Zicheng had a cold face and shook expressionlessly, and there was no sound in it.

However, after knocking, listening to the sound is solid.

Since it's placed in the trap box, it can also prove on the side -

This drawing is real, and there really is no backup.

This kind of drawing scanning and copying is difficult to restore one-to-one, and any subtle differences will give a result that is very different from the real one, so it is most important to get the original drawing.

In addition, he had eyeliner by Ling Xize's side, and Ling Xize was afraid that he also had points in his heart, so he didn't dare to back up the drawings.

- Ling Xize didn't even tell Si Sheng.

"Huh. ”

Fan Zicheng pulled the corners of his mouth coldly.

Organ city blueprints, he was holding helpless. However, a mere trap box couldn't stop him.

Rubbing his fingers against the texture of the trap box, Fan Zicheng slightly locked his eyebrows, and then constructed the location of the trap in his mind.

Not long -

Fan Zicheng's fingers began to operate.

When he pried open the first small piece of wood, piece after piece of wood could be moved, like a puzzle. He shuffles up the patterns and reassembles them, in a kaleidoscope of combinations, but in his eyes there is only one correct combination.

Finally, there was a "click".

The top layer of the wooden box is spread out on both sides.

At the same time, Fan Zicheng's pupils shrank suddenly, and almost subconsciously, he grabbed the trap box and threw it out.

The trap box flew towards the window, brushing the edge of the window—

"Boom—"

The deafening sound rang in his ears, and Fan Zicheng almost reflexively threw himself down to the other side.

*

Si Sheng was waiting for Ling Xize at the intersection of the highway.

After about two or three minutes, Ling Xize arrived, and he didn't let Si Sheng wait long.

At the intersection with a dim vision, Ling Xize stepped down from the car, glanced at this side, walked by himself, there was a wind blowing the grass and trees, and the shadows of the trees were swaying, in this dark night, his lonely figure was inexplicably eye-catching.

Si Sheng's gaze followed him all the time.

He pulled the car door and sat up, and Si Sheng looked at him for the first time, "Where is the injury?"

The person has a full beard and a full tail, but he has fought with the gangsters, and there are some injuries on his body, scratches on the corners of his forehead, abrasions on the back of his hands, and all he can see are some skin injuries, but I don't know inside.

"It doesn't hurt. Ling Xize chuckled, raised his hand and pinched her face, "If you have a serious injury, you should go to the hospital early." ”

"Oh. ”

Si Sheng breathed a sigh of relief.

Raising his eyes to look at Steward Lu in the driver's seat, Ling Xize ordered: "Go back." ”

"Yes. ”

As soon as Steward Lu responded, he heard Si Sheng say, "We have to wait for news." ”

"No wait. Ling Xize said, "Fan Zicheng's positioning has disappeared. ”

"Did he find out?" Si Sheng frowned, "Or did he shield it?"

Ling Xize said slowly: "It shouldn't be discovered." I installed a small system in the box that would start the auto-kill process if I didn't enter my fingerprint in time after opening. ”

“......”

Si Sheng stared at him wordlessly.

Ling Xize was stared at by her and his scalp was a little numb.

Just as he wanted to ask, Si Sheng suddenly stretched out his hand to him and grabbed him by the collar, "You mean, the drawings have been destroyed?"

"Hmm. ”

"What about backups?"

"There are no backups. Ling Xize replied truthfully.

“......”

“......”

The two of them stared wide-eyed.

Si Sheng's gaze darkened inch by inch.

"No," Ling Xize grabbed her hand, "A drawing is more important than her husband?"

"If my husband is gone, I can find it again, and if the drawings are gone, you will resurrect Lao Yi?" Si Sheng's voice was gloomy.

“......”

This statement does make some sense, and Ling Xize has to accept it.

After a while, Si Sheng twisted his eyebrows, "There is really no backup?"

"It's too late. Ling Xize explained, "I have Fan Zicheng's eyeliner by my side, and once the backup drawings are backed, it is difficult to ensure that they will not be discovered." The best way to do this is to leave no one at bay and let the eighth drawing not exist. After confessing to you, I wanted to back it up, but it came earlier than planned, and I didn't have time. ”

Si Sheng narrowed his eyes, a little suspicious of Ling Xize's meticulous thoughts, "You didn't keep a second-hand three-handed four-handed?"

“......”

Ling Xize was dumbfounded.

Si Sheng was still suspicious and wanted to ask Ling Xize a few more words, when a call suddenly came in.

She glared at Ling Xize, but still chose to answer the phone.

"What's the matter?" her tone was full of anger.

I was choked up and stunned.

After a few seconds, he said in fear: "Hall Master, we have found the last place where the location appeared, and we found a car with damaged doors and seats, and it was blown up. There are also blood stains. But no one was seen. ”

“......”

, this can be run away by Fan Zicheng's grandson?

Si Sheng gritted his teeth, "Search for me." ”

"Yes!"

The member on the other side of the phone hurriedly answered.

Si Sheng pinched the phone.

Hearing Si Sheng's tone and words, Ling Xize on the side guessed a rough idea and frowned: "Ran away?"

"I don't know. ”

Si Sheng replied angrily.

"Don't be angry," Ling Xize was worried that the other little life in her stomach would be born as a small bomb, so he took her hand and hurriedly comforted her, "The eighth drawing is indeed gone, but I can be regarded as keeping half of my hand." ”

"Half a hand?" Si Sheng glanced at him in surprise.

After pondering for two seconds, Ling Xize said, "When you have almost processed those seven drawings, you should soon have an answer." ”

Si Sheng frowned, "What kind of dumb riddle are you playing?"

If it doesn't go her way, she'll be angry again.

Ling Xize smiled, handed her a bottle of water, and then said two words in a low voice-

"Qin Fan. ”