On the night when the red beans made a move, it was not peaceful, and it seemed that there was more than one place left. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

On the outskirts of Frozen Green City, Aowen avoided everyone's attention and appeared alone in front of a bell tower.

In the distance, taking advantage of the darkness of the night, came a man who looked like a scholar, he stopped at the side of Aowen, and without saying a word, they separated to confirm the movement in the four directions, and then entered the door of the clock tower one after the other.

This clock tower is the only building within a radius of more than ten miles, and the top floor is a small open-air platform, where you can stand here and overlook the whole land, even the traces of birds migrating in the distance.

Proudly stepped onto the platform, looked up at the starry sky slightly, and counted the hours, the man followed behind still very cautiously, his eyes wandering back and forth along the night.

He asked uneasily, "Is this place really okay?" ”

"That's natural, if you are targeted again, the rest will be over......"

The man retracted his gaze, only stayed on his face for a moment, and then looked out again: "If it weren't for the evening book being followed, there would be no need to stop the plan, and there would be ...... It's a shame that you've come up with this method to dispel the presbyterians' doubts and hand over that person once and for all. ”

Ao Fei slowly walked a few steps along the platform, and continued what he had just said: "This time I deliberately showed my horse's feet, it seems that the effect is not bad, the rest of the capital, I should have noticed it, or in a few days, the people of the ruling group will surround me." ”

"I've come out of the painting house, and the rest should be none of my business......"

The man rubbed his unshaven face, and the cuffs rattled non-stop.

He pulled out a black album from it, flipped through it, and it happened to be a picture of a woman coming down from the small terrace of Fox Alley and knocking on the door of the painting house.

Then on the next page, the woman avoided everyone's attention and hid in the courtyard of the painting house, and then there was no more, and the corners of the album were torn to pieces.

He ripped off the previous two pages along with this position, found a piece of fire, and shook his wrist at random to set the paper on fire.

For a while, along the position he threw out, the shadow of a woman gradually emerged in the firelight, holding her hair behind her ear with one hand, and said: "I know that people won't, you did it on purpose......, right?"

Then she quickly put her hand out and made a strange movement, shook her waist as if she had walked a long way, and finally knocked on the door: "I'll get the things I ordered before, Mr. Li asked me to come." ”

The figure bent over as if in gratitude, nervously looking around as it kept moving.

The scene in the flames stopped in the patio of the painting village, and Ao Feng couldn't help but clap his hands: "It's really good!" ”

He didn't care about such a compliment, but he still politely and humbly.

This man was the one who was talking in Fox Alley before, and was overheard by Ming Mo hiding under the bridge.

His name is Chen Daishan, and like Ao Qu, he is a person who has been in the empty hall for a while.

However, he doesn't have any physical skills, but he is good at painting, so he has the title of "bone painter".

It's just that no one thought that Wanshu was just a character in his pen, who killed Master Ji according to the original design, and smuggled the blueprints of the Xingsha Wasteland out of the remaining capital.

Because it is the person in the painting, the black-winged bird of Lord Ying follows behind, but it always pounces on the air for no reason.

As soon as he was noticed by the black-winged bird, Chen Daishan destroyed the drawings of the late book walking through the wasteland as soon as possible, terminated the entire plan, and then infiltrated the painting village, not only to hide for a while, but also to monitor the person in the painting village by the way.

The two pages he burned just now were based on Ao Zhen's proposal to let the evening book reappear in the frozen green city, on the one hand, it could eliminate Lord Ying's attention to the Xingsha Wasteland, and on the other hand, it also shifted the attention of the Elders' attention to the painting village.

Ao Fei stopped and looked at him: "You have also worked hard during this time, so stay here for the time being...... When the ruling group goes to the painting village, everyone's eyes will be on this, and you let the evening book take advantage of the chaos to rush to the rocky harbor to meet. ”

Chen Daishan nodded, put away the album and grabbed his cuffs tightly.

Ao Fei quickly noticed him, only to hear him ask, "I heard that you found him?" The man who survived the half-mile city. ”

"That's right......"

Chen Daishan finally stopped staring at the bottom of the bell tower: "Looking at you like this, it doesn't seem to be going well." ”

Ao Fei smiled helplessly: "When my people noticed him at the settlement site, he not only drew a bone knife, but also slashed a person......"

"Oh? Who? ”

"Lu Dong's Green Tooth Army," Ao Fei supported his eyebrows with his hand, "but I have already asked people to follow, and there will be results soon." ”

Dai Shan couldn't help but want to laugh at him: "It seems that the person you are going to recruit is not simple, and he is also a troublemaker, how can you ...... Lost faith? ”

Ao Xiang shook his head: "None of the stubbles I encountered were good stubble, and I don't know if it was a coincidence." ”

"Do you want me to help you find out? I can draw another one. ”

Ao Fei showed a mysterious smile, and squeezed out a sentence from between his teeth: "What are you kidding......"

Then he took advantage of the night to get off the clock tower and disappeared on the way back to the city.

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In Duyi Street at night, Ming Mo followed Xiaojing back to the Qingguan, and everyone fell asleep at this time.

She slipped back to the back kitchen of the restaurant on the second floor, and burned the letter paper that had been stolen from the room in the "Form 4" with the fire in the stove that had not yet been extinguished.

She had just finished reading the letter, which detailed previous clashes with the cliffs at the settlement and, more importantly, a special piece of information.

"Recently, I found that Mr. Li will deliver food every few days, I saw that he was acting strangely, so I followed him a few times, and then inquired around his activities, Mr. Li did hide a person in his own house, the location is located in the fox lane behind Duyi Street, according to the time, it should be that person is not wrong...... In addition, things are ready, the time is almost up, I will think of ways to attract the attention of the Luxi people, there will be a conclusion in less than three days, just wait for the time to come, you can meet the inside and outside, please rest assured - seventy-seven centimeters of snowflake silver. ”

I don't know why, this paragraph made Ming Mo inexplicably worried, it was not that the Qingya Army was making any moves behind his back, but the person who was hidden by Mr. Li.

She already had a hint of speculation in her mind, but she didn't dare to think about it.

Little by little, the letter paper in the flames was reduced to ashes, and it was the moment when everything was silent, and a faint chirping of insects came back from the treetops outside the window.

Just as she was thinking about it, a figure had already stood behind Ming Mo and reached out to cover her mouth.

Ming Mo was so frightened that she trembled, and just wanted to turn around, but one of her hands was twisted by him, and the whole person was completely controlled.

Then the man crawled behind Ming Mo's ear and whispered, "I mean it's a thief, I didn't expect it to be you...... This is good, burn my letter, I might as well hand you over, and it can be regarded as a meritorious service. ”

This person's voice was so familiar, Ming Mo looked behind him with difficulty, and sure enough, it was the man named Qingluo.