On Monday, the light rain continued, the winter wind was mixed with mist, wet, a little biting, the cold snap lasted for several days, this winter, is coming.

At half past seven, the news broadcast ended.

At eight o'clock, Tang Ying packed up her things and knocked on the door of the lounge next door.

"Please come in. ”

Probably because of her profession, the first thing she pays attention to is always the voice, and the entire TV station, just count his voice.

Tang Ying pushed open the door, didn't rush in, and stood at the door: "Senior brother, I'll send you." ”

Her senior brother, Zhou Qingrang, is the only person on the TV station who sat on the news broadcast host in less than three years.

He had already changed into a suit, put on a heavy coat, and sat in a wheelchair: "No need. ”

There are thousands of lights outside the window, but there is always no trace of fireworks in the world.

He was born very handsome, like a person in an ancient painting, without colorful brushwork and ink, just a faint ink and blue, but painted delicately and thickly.

He is not young, he has very light fine lines at the corners of his eyes, he doesn't like to laugh, he doesn't like to talk, and he is always alone. He had a good temper and was gentle, but he didn't know anyone except work.

He has a bad leg and foot, his left leg has been amputated, he was fitted with a prosthesis three years ago, his right leg has undergone surgery, the steel nail has not been removed, and he rarely stands.

He is in a wheelchair, but he never bothers others, in the wheelchair, he put a pair of crutches, and few people have seen him on crutches.

Tang Ying had seen it, he was bent over, struggling with crutches, step by step, walking very slowly.

"I'll send you," she finally didn't feel at ease, brushing the hair from her ears, "it's raining outside, and the road is slippery." ”

He just shook his head and didn't say anything else.

What kind of stumbling do you have to go through to be like this? Tang Ying stood at the door for a long time before leaving, and when she saw him again, it was at the door of the TV station.

His wheelchair stopped on the top of the steps, the doorman came up to him and asked him if he wanted to help, he refused, picked up the crutches placed on the wheelchair, supported his legs and stood up with difficulty, only one crutch, and used his other hand to carry the wheelchair, moving down the steps step by step, because of the difficulty, the green tendons on the back of his hand were faintly raised.

The streetlights fell on the wet ground, smoothing the edges and corners of the figures, foggy and watery.

His residence is not far from the TV station, he put the wheelchair, sat down, slowly pushed, the distance is not far, but there is a section of uphill road on the way home, it rains at night, the road is slippery, halfway up the slope, the wheelchair slides backwards.

A hand rests against the sliding wheelchair from behind.

Zhou Qingrang turned around, and in the backlight, he couldn't see the other party's face clearly, only seeing that she was wearing black clothes.

"Thank you. He said.

She helped him push the wheelchair up the hill: "No thanks. ”

It's a young girl.

He thanked him again, grabbed the back of the ring with his hand, and pushed away.

That's him.

Zhou Xufang stood in place for a long time before putting on the wireless headphones: "Help me cut off the monitoring of Haitang Bay." ”

In the headphones was a synthetic voice, mechanical, neat: "What are you going to do?"

She replied, "He has a bad leg." ”

At a distance of dozens of meters, she followed behind Zhou Qingrang, and while walking, she put on the coat, hat, and mask in her backpack.

"He's not in a good leg, and I've got to get to the end. ”

Frostfall didn't ask much: "I see." ”

In less than half a minute, Zhou Xufang's headphones once again heard an artificial voice synthesized by frost: "Haitang Bay is only 800 meters away from the TV station, and there are four cameras along the road. ”

"Hmm. ”

She pressed down on her cap and leaped onto the roof.

Because the road is slippery, the usual ten minutes away, Zhou Qingrang took twenty minutes.

Lao Ji, the guard who kept vigil, was smoking outside the community, and when he saw someone, he extinguished the cigarette: "Mr. Zhou is back." ”

Zhou Qing let his jaw bow.

Lao Ji is more than 60 years old, and he just graduated from a pharmaceutical factory in the first half of the year: "There is your express delivery in the security room, and I have to go over to sign for it." ”

"Thank you. ”

"I'll push you over. ”

He did not refuse: "Trouble. ”

"You're welcome. ”

Zhou Xufang stood across the road and watched the wheelchair enter the community.

"Xu Fang, there is a situation. ”

Zhou Xufang looked up at the height of the fence in the community.

In the headset, Frost said: "There are two groups of people thirty meters north of the main gate of Haitang Bay, one of them is Tianxing's people, and the identity of the other group is temporarily unknown, and there are people at all the elevator entrances and safe passages of the nine buildings. ”

Zhou Qingrang lives in Building 9.

They had just delivered their things when someone came to the door.

"What should I do?" Frost asked Zhou Xufang what he meant.

She estimated the height, stepped back, bent over, and jumped over the fence: "No way. She straightened up, wiped the rain from her hands, and pulled out a pair of black gloves from the pocket of her coat. ”

The staircase on the first floor of the nine buildings.

The man came out from behind the door: "Zhou Qingrang has already gone up." ”

The shadow on the ground is strong, and the man is wearing a black suit, a Chinese face, and deep eye sockets.

In the headphones, it was a woman's voice: "Don't startle the snake, first make sure that the thing is not in his hand." ”

"Understood. In front of him, a dark shadow flashed, and the man immediately turned around, "What person?!"

There was no one in the back, and there was no sound, and the voice-activated lights on this floor were manipulated, only the light on the first floor leaked out, dim and dim.

"What's wrong?"

"Nothing—"

Before the man finished speaking, his neck was choked, he raised his head suddenly, and his pupils shrank suddenly: "You, you, are ......"

The other party was wearing a mask, his face was no bigger than a man's palm, and under his feet were a pair of canvas shoes with a small shoe size.

It's a woman.

When did she come to him?

The man wanted to open his mouth, but the hand on his neck added a little strength, she ripped off his wireless earphones, and left a sentence inside: "No matter who you are, don't come to Zhou Please make trouble again." ”

After saying that, the headphones were thrown to the ground by her and shattered, and then she looked up and let go.

The man staggered back two steps and touched his neck: "Who are you?"

Who?

On her black coat, on the position of her arm, a letter was tattooed - Z.

The man was dumbfounded: "You are, you are ......"

She took a step back, jumped forward, pressed the tip of her left foot against the wall, and slashed her right leg at the side of the man's neck, and with a slight pressure, the man fell to the ground.

He rolled his eyes and fainted.

Zhou Xufang straightened his hat and went up to the second floor.

On the side of the road opposite Haitang Bay, several cars were parked, and at the front was a Bentley, black, with the window open, and the man in the passenger seat was answering the phone.

His tone was very respectful: "Mr. Xiao Luo." ”

The old man of the Luo family has not been in good health over the years, the eldest son is mediocre, the second son has passed away, and the Luo family is temporarily in charge of the eldest granddaughter Luo Qinghe, and the whole company calls her a little Luo.

"Secretary Han. ”

You say. ”

"If you can't get something, do you know what to do next?"

Han Feng is Luo Qinghe's secretary, and he has been with her for three years, and he also thinks about her thoughts clearly: "I know." ”

"Don't make a mistake, the consequences are serious. ”

"Yes. ”

Luo Qing hung up the phone over there.

Han Feng put on the headphones and shouted a few times, but no one responded for a long time, he got out of the car and saw a person running out of the exit of the underground parking lot, looking panicked.

It was the one he sent out.

Han Feng walked over: "What's the matter?"

The man was sweating profusely, looking around as if he had lost his soul, and his speech was inarticulate, and he trembled, "That...... The woman went upstairs in the blink of an eye, like a ghost, like a ghost. ”

Female ghosts?

Han Feng sneered and kicked on the man's calf: "Idiot, so many people can't handle a cripple." He turned around and instructed the men in the car, "You all go in, whatever method you use, make sure you get your stuff." ”

As soon as he finished speaking, a man walked out from behind the lamp pole.

"What's that?"

Han Feng raised his head and was stunned for a moment: "Qiao Shao." ”

The son of the Qiao family, Qiao Nanchu.

The rain was light, he didn't hold an umbrella, leaned on the street lamp, his hair fell a layer of mist, and his eyebrows and eyes were merry: "You know me." ”

One of the favorite grandsons of the old man of the Qiao family, who doesn't recognize him in the imperial capital.

"Since you know me, you should know what I do, right?" After saying it to himself, without waiting for an answer, he took out his mobile phone and dialed a number, "Cheng sir, there are a few people here who are very suspicious, you come here." ”

The Qiao family, just being a policeman, has a big vote.

Han Feng's face still did not change, but he was calm: "What does Qiao Shao mean by this?"

"I'll send Xiao Eori, recognize it. He pointed to a car not far away, "He just had a 12 million watch stolen and was catching a thief." ”

This book was first published by Xiaoxiang Academy, please do not reprint!