Zhang Jiatian walked into the study and felt that Inspector Lei should be on the second floor, so he walked all the way up.

Sure enough, Lei Duli was indeed in the room on the second floor, and it was Lin Zifeng who was with him. Lin Zifeng is a self-esteemed scholar, and he always has a calm and relaxed cold energy, but Zhang Jiatian looked in from the door at the moment, and saw a half silhouette of him obliquely, and found that he was different from the past, and a small white face actually turned into a strange color of red and white.

Lei Duli stood against the desk, and when he saw Zhang Jiatian coming, he ignored it, and continued to speak to himself: "Those accounts in the account room, since Ye Chunhao said that she couldn't understand them, then I will return this errand to you." You've been with me for years, so you should always be better than that hairy girl. ”

Lin Zifeng hung his head, and his mouth seemed to mum the word "yes".

Lei Duli stared at him, and said, "If you can't understand it, then there's no way, I have to send Ye Chunhao over to help you." I've always treated you as a good person, and if you're not as loyal to me as that hairy girl, it will really slap me in the face. ”

Then he reached out and patted Lin Zifeng's shoulder: "Go!"

Lin Zifeng turned around and walked out without saying a word, and when he saw Zhang Jiatian, he didn't pay attention. Zhang Jiatian saw that his little white face had completely swelled into the color of eggplant skin, and he wondered in his heart. When he walked away, Zhang Jiatian entered the door and asked in a low voice, "Dashuai, Secretary Lin did something wrong?"

Lei Duli turned his face to look at him: "Who told you that? Ye Chunhao is good?"

Zhang Jiatian hurriedly shook his head: "No, no, I haven't seen Chunhao since yesterday." I heard that you seemed to be beating him with words, and I guessed that he had done something that upset you. ”

Inspector Lei turned around and walked back to the desk, and sat down: "Hear that?"

Zhang Jiatian took two steps forward and said with a smile: "Then why can't you hear it? For those of us around you, you have always had no temper, so if you are a little angry today, I can hear it." ”

Lei Duli replied: "Knowing that I lost my temper today, you still talk so much nonsense!"

When Zhang Jiatian heard this, he was not afraid in his heart - he sincerely loved Lei Duli, and he believed that Lei Duli must also know his love. He and Lei Duli have a relationship of mutual care, so even if he occasionally says the wrong thing, Lei Duli will not really hold a grudge.

"Dashuai, forgive me for talking too much, let me ask again, is the secretary of Chunhao doing a good job?"

Lei Duli raised his eyes and looked at him: "It's good, better than you." Put away your wishful thinking as soon as possible, and find another girl to be your daughter-in-law!"

Zhang Jiatian knew that he was in a temper today, and after listening to his words, he didn't take it to heart at all, and still had a hippie smile: "No matter how good she is, she is also a woman, it's okay to do some small things, but she can't do big things, but she can't be trusted." ”

Lei Duli raised his hand and knocked on the table, his eyebrows twisted: "What are you doing here?"

Zhang Jiatian saw that his face had really changed, and immediately held his head high, and said loudly: "Report to the commander, Senior Commander Hong will leave Beijing tomorrow and return to the station." ”

Lei Duli was really going to be angry this time: "! He's got the money, can't he die here if he doesn't go back? Besides, if he can't go back, what does it have to do with me? Is it possible that I still have to give him a ride?"

When Zhang Jiatian heard this, he was stunned for a moment: "Aren't you—don't you hate him?"

"So the farther he rolls, the better!"

Zhang Jiatian looked at Lei Duli suspiciously, as if he didn't understand what he said: "Then you just let him go?"

Lei Duli raised his eyes and looked at Zhang Jiatian slowly, his eyes rolled sluggishly, as if he was very surprised, and he didn't know where the wild boy ran in front of him.

"What do you mean?" asked Inspector Lei.

Now that Zhang Jiatian listened to Lei Douli's words, he was also surprised: "If you don't do it again, he will run away—do you really plan to give him a million for nothing?"

Lei Duli was silent for a moment, and finally took a deep breath, because he felt that there was a fresh outlaw aura on the wild boy in front of him.

The higher the official position, the more afraid he is of death, especially compared with his colleagues, he is considered a young man, and the more he has to cherish a rich life. He is afraid of death, and none of his henchmen are tired of being crooked, and they are also afraid of death. Only Zhang Jiatian is an outlier - he has not tasted the true taste of power and glory, and he still has the recklessness and bloodiness of a newborn calf who is not afraid of tigers.

It's just that I don't know if he's vicious enough or cruel enough.

Thinking of this, Lei Duli beckoned to him, and his voice suddenly became pleasant: "Come here, tell me what you think." ”

Zhang Jiatian stayed in Lei Duli's study for more than an hour.

When he came, he originally had two purposes, one was to beg Lei Duli to do well, and quickly expel Ye Chunhao, so that she would never have another chance to pursue her career;

He is still naïve after all, when Lei Duli is his eldest brother, the eldest brother is bullied, of course the younger brother has to come over and take revenge with the eldest brother. However, when he left the study more than an hour later, he found that he had already been burned.

Inspector Lei asked him to "get rid of" Hong Xiaojiu.

Governor Lei has always shown weakness to Hong Xiaojiu, so this Hong Xiaojiu is arrogant, and this time he will enter Beijing, and the vigilance will not be too strict. But the difficulty is that Zhang Jiatian can't bring helpers - Hong Xiaojiu has planted a lot of secret agents around Lei Duli, although Lei Duli has changed the entire guard, but he still refuses to trust others easily.

If you don't trust others, you only trust Zhang Jiatian. He asked Zhang Jiatian to kill people for himself, but it was like he gave Zhang Jiatian face.

Zhang Jiatian has been on the street for many years, if you talk about fighting, he is a good hand, and his skills are not bad, and he is not afraid of a few more opponents. But let him kill people with a pistol, he never did it, and he never even thought about it. But now, how can he retreat?

Didn't he swear a curse a long time ago and give his life to Lei Duli? He can't be cowardly, if he is cowardly, even if Lei Duli understands him, he is not a good man anymore, and he has no face to be.

The person who dies for his confidant, Lei Duli is really good to him, he can be regarded as his confidant, he is not wronged if he really dies for him, but he can't let go of Ye Chunhao - he likes her so much, but she is bright and upright in her heart, and she really only treats him as a second brother.

Since you can't let go, you have to get out alive and come back alive.

Zhang Jiatian left the Lei Mansion, did not bring his entourage, and walked home alone.

He closed the door and closed the window, found a piece of paper, and wrote the will with a pen dipped in water, and all the family property was still left to Ye Chunhao. In fact, he also vaguely saw that Ye Chunhao was heartbroken by the people in her family, so he didn't wait for anyone to rely on anyone, not even marriage, and would rather eat by herself and be an old girl.

So he wanted to leave all the family property to her, and she would have more savings in her hands, so that she could be more relaxed as an old girl in the future.

He is a bad handwriting, full of teeth and claws, and the words are getting bigger and bigger, and in the end it is like a ghost drawing. Folding such an item and stuffing it into an envelope, he placed it on the table and pressed it with a large teapot.

Then he unfolded a map—it was a map, but it was actually the layout of the house that Inspector Lei had sketched with a pencil. Hong Xiaojiu's house in Beijing was also forced to discuss with Lei Duli, so Lei Duli was familiar with the structure of Hong's house. Spreading the scribbled map on the table, he lowered his head and traced the road with his fingers, imagining how he would have sneaked in and how he had slipped out if he had been there.

I felt that I had probably figured it out, he had eaten a full meal, and he originally wanted to drink some wine -- when the condemned prisoner in the prison was about to be killed, wouldn't he be able to get a few sips of wine to drink?

But he still didn't drink after all, for fear that if he got drunk, he would delay things.

After eating and drinking until dark, he changed into black clothes, took a pistol and a dagger, and went out.

He first returned to his old home, which had been abandoned for a long time.

Pushing open the courtyard door and walking in, the courtyard was in tatters—he had never realized that his house was in tatters before, but now that he had opened his eyes, he realized that this home was really not a home. He went into the woodhouse and pulled something out of the pyre. There were a number of forbidden fellows hidden in the pyre, including several rusty fragment knives, which were the weapons he used when he and his brothers were fighting. Turning the knife and other objects out and throwing them aside, he stretched out a long thick hemp rope from the pyre.

At the end of the hemp rope is a cross-shaped iron hook with a sharp tip. This thing has a name, called the Flying Hook, which is a tool used by the Snitch to climb over the wall and cross the house. Zhang Jiatian didn't do the thing of stealing chickens and dogs, this thing was still brought back when Hou San didn't learn well, and later Hou San found out that he was really not the material for thieves, so he threw this thing into Zhang Jiatian's armory in the firewood room.

Zhang Jiatian went into the house and found a square cloth, wrapped the flying hook into a small baggage, and then didn't linger, turned around and left.

After going out, he called a foreign car. When the foreign coachman had pulled him across three streets, he paid the bill and got out of the car, bowed his head and walked two or three miles away. He stopped at the mouth of an alley, and looked into the depths by the light of the street lamp, and saw that there were soldiers with rifles walking back and forth in the alley, and it could be seen that there must be a big officer living in a house in the alley.

This calmed him down a little, knowing that he was on the right track. Stepping forward, he made a big circle and came to a high wall.

This high wall is made of red bricks, which is obviously higher than the neighbors, and there is a strong barrier at a glance, so Zhang Jiatian dares to be sure that this is the back wall of the Hong house. Hong Xiaojiu is not often in Beijing, and the house is a little sloppy, Zhang Jiatian raised his head and looked up, and found that the wall was not blocked by the barbed wire grid, and he was more and more relieved. Looking around and seeing that there were no guards patrolling, he quickly opened his baggage and took out the flying hook. Holding a piece of hemp rope in his hand, he pulled the hook a few times, and he found the right place to send it upward, and the hook came out of his hand and flew upward, just hooking the edge of the high wall.

He tugged at the rope, and when he saw that the hook was strong, he jumped upwards with the rope and climbed up silently.

He forgot to put on his gloves, and the rough hemp rope strangled his hand, and quickly rubbed away a layer of skin from his palm. He gritted his teeth and endured the pain, and kicked the wall up with his feet alternately, and with a single blow he kicked the wall. Sitting on the wall, he didn't dare to wonder what had become of his two hands, so he only re-hooked the hook in a different position, and then threw the rope into the inside of the high wall, pulling the rope and quietly slipping down.

The house is not big, and there are some flowers and trees in the second half, but because there is no owner to live for a long time, the flowers and trees are not pruned, and the lush growth has a wild appearance. Zhang Jiatian walked all the way to the point of flowers and willows, and did not go far to see the house.

The lights were still on in the house, and the laughter of men and women could be faintly heard. Zhang Jiatian squatted down in the bushes and grass, hugged his knees and waited quietly, his heart was empty, and he had no thoughts at all. The mosquitoes were biting him, and he was unconscious—not that he was stoic, he was really unconscious.

He didn't dare to be sentient, because once he woke up, he would immediately be scared. How could there be such a young killer as him? He didn't even know what to do next! Anyway, he came with a knife and a gun!

Bai Xuefeng went to the battlefield and told him: "When you go to the battlefield, you don't think about anything, you patronize and kill, and you forget about being afraid." He listened to it at the time, and he didn't think so, and to this day, he also goes to war.

He also didn't expect that the first time he went to the battlefield, the vanguard of the enemy army was actually a large group of black mosquitoes.