484 How cruel the little woman is

At four o'clock in the morning, the moon was pale blue in the reflection of the deep blue night, pure as an ice sculpture hanging in the sky, and the stars were bright and uncertain, a kind of quiet before dawn.

In the jungles and grasslands of the northeast, Daqing Town is like a pearl dotted on the black fertile soil. No matter how gloomy the night is, it is also bright,

The trapezoidal steel support, the crane with its head tilted high, the sound of smashing wells, the sound of drilling is humming, and when oil erupts, it is rumbling, like thunder.

The day and night of Daqing are very lively, the oil workers work in three shifts 24 hours a day, people do not stop, and the oil conference battle does not stop day and night. Abundant crude oil and natural gas fuel resources bring abundant electricity, and there is a lot of light everywhere.

The small building where Zhang Meixi lives is the center of Daqing Town, and the location is only slightly worse than the two empty buildings in the middle. There are more than 20 incandescent lights in front and back of the small building, which is no different from the daytime.

In front of the small building is a newly transplanted wild orchid, the purple blooming orchid is the size of a fist, the petals are trembling, condensing the clear night dew the size of a soybean, and the orchid is also like being woken up suddenly, and the night dew is dripping down.

Apricot protected Zhang Meixi behind her, the eldest lady had never seen a dead person, Zhang Meixi gently patted Apricot on the shoulder, comforted her, and took two steps forward.

This time, even the young master of Wednesday became worried, and covered the assassin who was killed with his tall body, and smiled at her:

"It's dead, it's dirty, big sister go upstairs to rest first, I've already called the security captain I met yesterday to come and recognize someone."

Zhang Meixi raised her head and smiled at Young Master Wednesday, her voice was very cold:

"I'll take a look first, and if necessary, the dissection is okay."

In this era, Zhang Meixi thinks that he can be regarded as a half-hung doctor, although he certainly can't reach the kind of top-level divine doctor Cheng Dù that the world misunderstands, but there is no problem with autopsy.

Young Master Wednesday was worried that seeing a dead person would scare her, but listening to her, he not only wanted to see it, but even used a knife. Only then did she realize that it was not an ordinary weak woman in front of her, and she turned sideways slightly, and a thick arm was still stretched there, as if she was guarding against the dead man and suddenly jumped up and bitten.

In fact, the assassin was already dead and could not die anymore. Shot in the chest and in the head, he looked a little terrifying, and he wore a wood-colored linen robe, a hat of the same color on his head, and a pair of clogs at his feet.

The clogs are not in the style of a pull board, but a piece of wood covered in fur with perforations, on which a dozen pieces of hemp rope are densely tied. It seems that he will walk on his heels and will not make a sound.

Zhang Meixi took a few steps closer, looked around, and commented:

"Look at the clothes and shoes, they look a little like the Japanese."

Little Peach also came up and handed her a long wooden stick.

Zhang Meixi picked the assassin's hat with a wooden stick, revealing his hair, which was stained with brains and blood, and was a greasy medium-length hair, which was scattered. She went a step further and ascertained:

"Now there are very few Chinese people who have hair like this."

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Although the night in Daqing Town was lively, the gunshots were still quite harsh, and the principal Gao, who lived not far away, was also awakened, and as soon as he heard that the sound came from Zhang Meixi's small building, he immediately put on a coat and trotted over.

His guards wore military boots, snow-white leggings, and carried large guns, and although they were neat and uniform when they ran, they were only attached behind Principal Gao, as if their body was really slightly worse than Principal Gao.

Captain Gao hunched his waist, his two arms were drawn and pulled indiscriminately, and the wolf bèi was unbearable, and his panting running style was vaguely in line with a certain natural law, so the speed was not slow.

When he arrived at the kitchen of the small building where the accident occurred, he pulled Zhang Meixi open, and when he saw the appearance of the assassin, Principal Gao screamed, turned around and ran out again, bending down and vomiting in the flower bed in front of the door.

Snot and tears also flowed out together, he wiped his face with his sleeve, found a water pipe to rinse it again, and then rubbed his hands back, with a grinding dubbing under his feet:

"I can't live here, hurry up and pack my things, go to my place and wait, and go back to Shanghai at dawn." How do you wear so little? Haven't you said it many times? No matter how hot it is, the body armor can't be taken off. ”

Zhang Meixi nodded:

"Mr. Gao, don't worry, I'm wearing it. Why are the clothes so wet? Let's go back and change first, and bring more people. ”

After finishing speaking, he turned his head and rushed to Young Master Wednesday:

"Carry this to my room."

A guest room in the small wooden building has been converted into a real yàn room, where some test tube bottles of crude oil decomposition are placed.

On Wednesday, the young master immediately commanded the guards to carry the dead. A number of comments were also made:

"Let people go back and take off their clothes, Mr. Gao should stay here, don't go back."

Principal Gao subconsciously thought that he was an adult, and his small building was safer, but on Wednesday, the young master thought that this small building was the safest, even if there was a dead body.

Director Qian also arrived quickly, and after a while, the security captain and several security team members from last night also arrived. Director Qian instructed them to identify the corpses:

"Let's see, is it the same as last night when I hurt someone and ran away?"

Two homeless people ran away during the night patrol last night, and the security guards of the whole town have been notified. The clothes and appearance of the two homeless people, the security captain had already replied more than ten times.

This time, he approached the dead body very seriously, stared at the boss for a while, and then said uncertainly:

"Both of those guys last night had medium-long hair and twisted headbands. I think the hair is somewhat similar, but the color of the clothes is different, and the clothes they wear are dark brown. ”

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The eldest prince of the Northeast King was the latest to get the news, he did not eat enough for supper last night, and when he returned to his residence, he was very sleepy, and he did not burn a lot of smoke with all his strength, so he slept very rigidly and did not hear the sound of gunshots. It wasn't until dawn that he was woken up by the iron abacus Liu Blind:

"I killed an assassin last night, let's go and see, if there is, we should go back immediately, and if we delay the Mid-Autumn Festival banquet of the handsome, it's amazing."

The eldest prince had no choice but to cheer up, and after freshening up, he took people to the small building of Dean Zhang's daughter, and at this moment there were already layers of guards under the small building.

After all, the eldest prince still has a little face here, and after the report went in, after a while, a word came out and invited him in. Led by the guards, I walked to the real yàn room on the second floor.

The guard stood still and made a gesture inviting him in, but did not go in himself.

The eldest prince didn't take it to heart, he went in directly, and saw that the beautiful maids of Dean Zhang's daughter had all changed into white coats, and the daughter of the Zhang family was also wearing a white coat, greeting him with a smile, holding a cold and shining scalpel in her hand.

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I'll see the next chapter tomorrow. (To be continued.) )