Hua Ting took a rickshaw all the way to the door of Jiyun Theater.

There is a water sign at the door of the theater, and it is written in big letters that tonight's drama is the whole book of the heroes, at this time, there are not many people entering the theater, and there is no imaginary ticket office, but directly to the people at the door, Hua Ting was about to take out her small leather bag, and a man who looked like a foreman in a black cloth robe had already trotted over, nodding and chucking and smiling at her: "Miss Bai is so interested in coming to our Jiyun Theater today?" ”

"You know me?" For the foreman's enthusiasm, Hua Ting felt slightly uncomfortable.

The foreman straightened up and smiled and let her in, "Of course, is there anyone in Shanghai who doesn't know Miss Bai?" As he spoke, he took her to the private room on the second floor, "Miss Bai will go this way, give you the best box location, does Miss Bai want to drink Biluochun or Pu'er?" We still have new preserved fruits, I bought some gentle a few days ago, and the taste is not bad......"

The foreman talked a lot, and Hua Ting reluctantly responded: "No need, it's still Pu'er." ”

Entering the box, look down to know that the Jiyun Theater is an old-style theater form, the so-called box on both sides is also a corridor, separated by mahogany window railings, covering the curtain, the lobby below is simply a teahouse, facing the stage in a row several Eight Immortal Tables, each table is equipped with three chairs, there is a tea room in the theater garden back and forth to the audience who has sat down on the hand towel handle, serving tea and pouring water, on small snacks, shuttle non-stop. The next few rows are benches, which are arranged very closely, on a first-come, first-served basis.

It is completely different from the pattern of Juxintang Teahouse.

Hua Ting leaned on the handguard and looked east and west with a slight freshness, at this time the play on the stage had already started, but it was not the main play, a few children who had not yet grown up were dressed as soldiers, fighting and turning hollow hearts.

"Is Miss Bai coming alone? Or come with Mr. Jane? The foreman stood by the door with a grin, as if he had no intention of leaving.

"Alone."

"Which play does Miss Bai want to watch? We have "Yang Sanjie's Complaint", "Long Road", "Children's Heroes" and ...... tonight"

Hua Ting interrupted: "Mu Guiying is in charge". Looking at the audience downstairs, those who ate melon seeds and laughed loudly, none of them focused on the stage, "The downstairs is not full yet, is it?" Do you want to wait until the house is full? ”

"No, as long as Miss Bai opens her mouth, it will open at any time."

Hua Tingting wants to laugh, the glorious title of "Miss Bai" is still thanks to the gangster Bai Qihong, right? Hehe.

Hua Ting took a bite of peanuts and said impatiently, "Then let's wait until the downstairs is full." ”

"Okay!" Before leaving, I didn't forget to look back and confirm, "What Miss Bai wants to watch is "Mu Guiying in Charge", right?" ”

"Hmm." Suddenly I miss the inspector very much.

"Okay!"

It was fifteen minutes before the downstairs was full.

A crisp and sweet male voice sounded on the stage downstairs, Hua Ting poked her head curiously, this time her angle was just right, and she could see a man wearing a moon-white brocade robe standing on the stage, not tall, with a pink face, his eyes were dripping and turning flexibly, and he was playing with a silver gun in his hand, and when he turned his head slightly, Ling Hua remembered the young teacher Lu in the daytime.

If you look closely, it's really him.

It seems that men in the Republic of China period are really versatile.

Looking at the scene of singing and playing on the stage, although I can't understand it with my comprehension ability now, I have a strong affection for this "Mu Guiying in Charge" for no reason, perhaps due to the influence of her grandfather, a "Mu Guiying in Charge" has left an inseparable emotional bond in her mind.

The young Chinese teacher's performance of "Mu Guiying in Charge" won a thunderous applause.

The difference between Jiyun Theater and Juxintang Teahouse is that its night show is not only about singing, but also has more exciting singing and dancing shows behind, so most of the audience downstairs are men.

After two scenes, a woman with a delicate face slowly stepped into the center of the stage on a pair of slender high heels.

She combed her fashionable Ai Si hair, wore a snow-blue silk satin cheongsam, and a pair of tender lotus-like ** loomed in the cheongsam. Her name is Kako Hino, a Japanese intelligence worker, ruthless and inhumane, and has repeatedly abused her power to torture several ** members to death.

Hino Kako's face is better than peach blossoms, her eyes are like water, and her sweet and greasy singing voice can make men's bones crispy, and she is a stunner whose eyes shine when men see it, and her body should be concave and convex, and her waist is as soft as boneless, swinging out a natural graceful style. She is not only beautiful, but also has a particularly sultry charm. Whether it is smiling, walking or sitting, all of them are overflowing. A woman who is both beautiful and charming, is the most amorous and seductive.

This is also the main reason why Kako Hino is able to complete the task smoothly every time.

The male audience at the table rushed to throw flattering glances at her, delusional that she could take a second look; Hana Ting sat in the private room on the second floor, sneering slightly, his left hand slowly raised against the gap in the hollow carved window, and the muzzle of the revolver was facing the temple of Kako Hino downstairs.

Hino Kako is worthy of being a talented person, first took a pipa from the girl on the side, stroked the silk strings, slowly raised the cherry lips, sang an ode to joy for the occasion, and then sang a few fashionable tunes, the singing voice is tactful, the sound is like a warbler on the branch, and the applause is applauding.

It's a pity, her head is going to bloom in the next second.

The atmosphere rose to the ** place, and Hua Ting knocked the trigger without hesitation, but there was an empty sound.

She froze on the spot, out of bullets!?

After exiting, the wheel turned to the left magazine, which was empty, without a single bullet.

Why is there no bullet at this critical moment!? Hua Ting slapped his head hard, thousands of calculations, how could he not count the bullets as insufficient?

Blame her for being careless and not checking the number of bullets beforehand, which is good, but the task can't be completed.

Seeing that Hino Kako on the stage ended the curtain perfectly in a thunderous applause, Hana listened to it with a itchy tooth, but she was unable to do anything with an empty gun.

At the moment when Hino Kako was about to step off the stage, a "bang" gunshot, and the graceful figure on the side of the stage fell to the ground without warning, and blood gushed out from the back of her head.

The audience was stunned for two seconds and didn't react at all.

Hua Ting quickly pushed open the door of the private room and walked towards the penultimate VIP box at the end of the corridor.

If she was right, the bullet had pierced the back of Hino's head from that direction to the center of her eyebrows.

Taking advantage of the chaos of the crowd, Hua Ting simply didn't bother to knock on the door, and pushed open the door of this VIP private room with one hand.

At the dark brown solid wood round table, a man in a khaki coarse cloth robe was slowly blowing the tea soup in the cup with his head down, and the rising mist surrounded the depths of his eyebrows, which was indescribably chic and energetic.

"Old ginger?" Hua Ting breathed a sigh of relief.

Lao Jiang took two sips of Biluochun in the cup, stood up and took the gray low top hat on the table next to him, straightened the two wide cuffs, and said in a low voice, "Let's go." ”

Walking through a crowded crowd downstairs, Hua Ting followed Lao Jiang to the depths of an alley, where it was very dark, but by the moonlight, he could still vaguely distinguish the change in expression on the other party's face. Hua Ting looked a little excited, and the sparkles in his eyes kept flickering, "Old Jiang, why are you here?" I'm almost going to mess up this mission......"

Lao Jiang's face was calm, and a pair of dark eyes swept back and forth on her face, "You are the mysterious person recommended by love with accurate marksmanship?" ”

Hua listened to the little vanity in her heart, raised her head and said, "Yes!" ”

"You did the task of Chongyang University?"

"Yes!"

"Why didn't you shoot just now?"

"Uh...... It was my negligence that the gun ran out of bullets. "I still feel guilty when I think about it.

Old Jiang smiled, holding his forehead with one hand, "Child's play!" It's child's play! ”

Hua Ting laughed at herself: "I know, I almost messed up this mission, if it weren't for you, I wouldn't know how to end it." ”

"Don't meddle in any more affairs related to our organization in the future!" Lao Jiang suddenly straightened his face and said, "This time is an exception, Jian has already violated the organizational regulations......"

"Then let me join!" Flower listens to a loud interrupt.

"What?"

"Let me," Hua said, pausing and accentuating the syllable, "join you!" ”

Lao Jiang didn't have a good impression of her, and the temperature between his eyebrows cooled, "You are not suitable." ”

"Why?" Hua Ting frowned at the moment.

Lao Jiang's tone was slightly reproachful, and it was also a little cold, "At present, your temperament is indeed not suitable for this work, Miss Bai should be your Mrs. Jian obediently, and please don't meddle in any affairs of our organization in the future." ”

Lao Jiang left after speaking, without giving her any room to refute.

Hua Ting bit her lip, and also stopped following with interest.

The absence of bullets in the gun was indeed one of the lowest mistakes she had made, and it was during her mission.

If there was no old ginger at that moment just now, wouldn't it mean that Jian Yi's task failed?

However, there is no "if" for any agent during his mission. (To be continued.) )