Suddenly, he felt a gun against his waist, and he subconsciously raised his hands, but he reacted that the other party couldn't see it at all. Before he could speak, the gun that had been pinned to his waist was taken away, a sack was placed over his head, and a punch and kick followed. Batkin first asked 'what do you want to do' in Russian, and when he saw that the other party did not respond, he asked again in Chinese, but the other party still did not respond.

Batkin tried to fight back at first, grabbing a guy and punching him twice, but someone immediately pulled him away from behind. Batkin heard only a zila, and thought that the man's clothes were torn in the tugging. However, after that, he didn't have the heart to think about this, there were several people on the other side, and he could only protect his head with a pair of fists after that, curling up to minimize the damage.

Those people fought for a while, and suddenly one of them said, "もうやめて、もし彼が死んでしまうと、賀さんに迷惑を掛けるぞ!" Batkin's heart sank, and he thought to himself, no wonder they didn't respond to speaking Russian or Chinese, it turned out to be Japanese.

The men withdrew their hands and said nothing more, and Batkin curled up in the corner, his ears poking up. The men seemed to have gotten into the carriage, and then the sound of horses' hooves could only be heard in the East Commercial Street. Ignoring the pain, Batkin picked the sack from his head and followed the sound out of Dongshang Street. The carriage was running so fast that it was impossible to catch up, but by the dim light of a few lanterns, Batkin saw that the roof of the carriage was royal blue.

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He Mu sat in the car with a solemn face, Yang Yun's face had already begun to bruise, and Chen Fang had already taken off his makeup and changed into homespun clothes at this time. The charming woman before, as if she had never saved zài.

The carriage slowed down as it ran out of China Street, and in a short time it entered a small courtyard, where one of the warehouses of the United Commercial Company was located. He Mu jumped out of the car, dismantled the car with the rest of the people, and replaced it with a light gray roof.

After a qiē was ready, several people walked into the warehouse, folded the cloak and other clothes they had woon, packed them together, and let He Mu collect them. He Mu looked around at the four of them and said, "Rest here tonight, and tomorrow morning, except for Yang Yun, you all go home." ”

"Boss, aren't we going to run away?" Chen Fang asked.

He Mu shook his head, "China Street is so close to the police station, I wonder if Batkin has already issued an order to set up cards at various exits of the city. But being beaten up is not a glorious thing after all, and he shouldn't make a big fuss. So what are you supposed to do tomorrow, just do it as usual. Yang Yun lives here for a few days now, and when the bruises on his face are gone, he will go back to the shop to work. I'll find someone to bring you food these days, and I'll tell him if you have anything. ”

"Okay", Yang Yun responded, "What about you, the owner?" ”

"I'm going to see what the situation is tomorrow, and then burn all these cloaks and clothes we wore," He Mu said, looking at Chen Fang's anxious face, he said, "Jewelry or something, I'll sell it somewhere else after a while." ”

Chen Fang said with a look of pity, "I wore it once." ”

"The money from the sale is yours," He Mu added.

"Oh, that's fine," Chen said.

He Mu packed up his things, stuffed them into the carriage, and turned around and instructed the four of them, "Remember to dismantle the blue satin noodles for a while, cut them into pieces, and burn them." Be careful, don't catch fire. ”

"Don't worry, owner", Chen Fang said, "We are good at this kind of thing." ”

He Mu nodded and walked out. The carriage got into the night and drove towards Fujiadian. The coachman picked a small road to walk, and there was no one along the way, He Mu directly let the coachman enter Zhou Shiying's yard, and after parking properly, he let him go back first.

After passing through the west gate, you will arrive at Lin Hongwen's residence. Sure enough, there was still a light in the house, He Mu knocked lightly on the door, only to hear a sparse sound inside, and the door opened. Lin Hongwen stretched out his hand and dragged He Mu in, and asked in a low voice, "Why did you come from over there?" ”

"It's too late now, I'm afraid that it won't be safe for the coachman to drive back in the carriage, so I asked him to park the car in the courtyard on Shi Ying's side," He Mu explained, "Tomorrow when there are more cars on the street, and then let him go out together." ”

"How's it going?"

"It's roughly the same as I thought before," He Mu said, "but one of us made Batkin slap in the face." I've already asked him to take care of it, so don't come out for the time being. ”

Lin Hongwen nodded, and then asked, "Did you throw that rag?" ”

"Thrown," said He Mu, "before leaving, I threw it down." He tore the cloak open, but it didn't, so I had to mend it. ”

"So, a qiē is it right?" Lin Hongwen asked.

"Everything that needs to be done has been done," He Mu said, "and then there are some finishing touches." Tomorrow, the two of us will burn the used things that we have worn here, and I think they will be buried in Shi Ying's yard after they are burned. ”

"It's okay," Lin Hongwen said, "the day after tomorrow will be fifteen, clean up, and wait for the opening." ”

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Of course, it was impossible for Batkin to be beaten up and that was it, and he ordered his subordinates to set up checkpoints at the entrances to the city, so that they could pay attention to men with bruises on their faces and women in light gray mink coats. But the whole night passed without any news. Batkin lay on his hospital bed, thinking about the royal blue satin roof that he seemed to have seen somewhere. He pondered what had happened these days, and suddenly slapped the head of the bed hard. Of course, he had seen the royal blue satin sedan chair, and just a while ago, someone told him about the residence of the group of people who were in the royal blue satin sedan chair. But this is a bit contradictory, the group of people in the 'Heaven and Ocean' are rebelling against Russia, and those Japanese beat him up for the sake of the Japanese spies who were shot before. But in any case, their target is Russia, so how can their own people expose their own people.

He remembered what the Japanese had said, and he had memorized it as best he could, and even when he got to the hospital, he borrowed a pen and paper from the doctor and wrote it down in Russian phonetics. He took the paper and read it in a whisper, and couldn't help but froze when he read it. Among the Chinese he knows, there are only a few people with the surname He or He, and only one is particularly famous. Batkin's doubts grew, and he picked up another rag and looked at it repeatedly. He hadn't noticed the cloth, but after the carriage had gone away, he remembered that he had pulled at a man's clothes, and it seemed to be torn. So he went back to Tung Shang Street to see if he could find something, and he struck several matches before he found the rag. The cloth is dark gray with some dark lines, which is rare. Batkin called two of his subordinates and told them to find a Japanese translator and to find out where the rag had been bought, and whose carriage belonged to the royal blue satin-roofed carriage.

After the two subordinates left, they lay on the bed with their eyes closed, with a smile on the corner of their mouths. In fact, now that I think about it, those people didn't intend to kill him in the first place, otherwise why would they have guns and fists. Whether they are Japanese or not, this businessman surnamed He will not be spared. As long as someone is sent to arrest him, to scare and scare him, he will obediently bring out a large sum of gold and silver treasures. Therefore, it is worth taking this beating yourself.

Batkin took a nap, and when he opened his eyes again, his subordinate told him that the interpreter had arrived. Batkin read to him what he remembered, and after a moment the interpreter distinguished, he said, "He should have said that he should not fight, and that if he dies, he will cause trouble to a person with the surname He or He, and the pronunciation of the two surnames is somewhat similar, so I am not sure." ”

Batkin nodded and let his subordinate lead the interpreter away. Based on this sentence alone, he could actually order the arrest of people, but there is too little evidence for doing so, and the person surnamed He will not come up with too much money, so it is better to wait for another subordinate to come back and make plans.

Another subordinate did not return until dark and reported to Batkin that there were two families with royal blue satin-roofed carriages, one surnamed He and the other surnamed Yao. Both are businessmen and are said to be relatives. Bhatkin's eyes rolled, he remembered that this person surnamed Yao had eaten together not long ago. Now that I think about it, when I was eating, I just said that I had a headache for these anti-Russian organizations, and the person surnamed Yao immediately inquired diligently. Although he said at the time that he wanted to help himself share his worries, who can say for sure whether he was asking how much the police station had in its hands.

Batkin had a guess in his heart, and asked about the rag again, and his subordinate said that he had inquired about more than a dozen shops that sold cloth, and all of them said that they had never sold it. Batkin thought for a moment and said, "Tomorrow don't ask the Chinese and the Japanese, but the British, the Americans, and the Jews." ”

After the subordinates wrote it down, Batkin said, "Tomorrow I will send someone to search the homes of those people in the 'Heaven and the Ocean', and if you think there is a problem, you will take it back." ”

The subordinates were very happy to hear this, because everything that is valuable is problematic, and after studying the problem, it becomes everyone's.

"Take the interpreter with you," Batkin added, "and ask the interpreter to ask the neighbors who they've been dealing with lately." ”

After the subordinate finished writing down, he went to arrange, and Bart lay on the bed with peace of mind, a word of Japanese, a royal blue satin, even if the rags could not find out which store sold them in the end, it was enough.