The muzzle of the black hole was obscured by a trench coat, and only Coriander and Rong Martingale could see clearly.

Looking up at Shang Rong Ying's eyes without a trace of emotion, looking at it was like falling into an unfathomable cold pool, and in an instant, the coriander was full of coldness.

She suffocated in her chest, and secretly said in her heart: This guy is real!

At this moment, the muzzle of the gun is silent, but he is not sure when the gun will go off, maybe in the next second.

"I don't have time for you to think about it." As he spoke, Rong Ying put one hand on the shoulder of the coriander and paused—this little woman is so thin. Then he quickly turned the parsley one hundred and eighty degrees. The other hand-held gun was held against her back and demonstratively hit her, "Go." ”

Under his coercion, Coriander had to walk in the direction of the alley.

Coriander pretended to be relaxed, "Just now I didn't blink and said that I was going to give me the 20,000 silver dollars, what, now I'm distressed." ”

Rong Ying snorted lightly, "Toast and don't eat and drink." ”

If you don't follow his wishes, it's hard to predict what this man will do.

He threw such a tempting bait, but he didn't lure the coriander to the bait. There are really few people in Shanghai who dare to save his face like this. Since the soft one can't work, he has to come to the hard one, which is nothing more than a different means. He had a hundred ways to make her obedient.

He is bold and not afraid of death, and coriander is a master who cherishes his life.

"You only have one gun in your hand, and there are many of them, each of them has a gun in their hand, so you are not afraid of being beaten into a hornet's nest by one of them?"

Rong Ying was not bewitched by her, and said with confidence in his eyes with an arrogant expression: "I want to see if their bullets are fast or my bullets are fast." ”

It's really a beep dog, does this man think he is made of bulletproof glass?

He must have been stimulated by something!

Yes. He just wanted to prove to this little woman that he could take that gang of robbers in one go!

He desperately wanted to prove how capable he was in front of coriander, stubborn like a child, childish and outrageous.

Coriander was forced to keep close to Rong Ying, and this ambiguous/ambiguous posture attracted many people on the street. No one could see that the back of the cilantro was still against a hard object.

Coriander quipped: "Don't you think our current posture will make many people misunderstand?" ”

Rong Ying used such shameless means to coerce a weak woman, and she was already embarrassed and a little embarrassed, as Coriander said. It's even more red.

Glance around. really noticed that many people had strange eyes, and he urged irritablely: "Go quickly!" ”

He just wants to end it quickly!

Coriander is going to go slowly, and go in such a hurry to be reincarnated?

The two of them entered the alley one after the other. Away from everyone's gaze, it's no longer so eye-catching.

Walking to the stagnant water in the alley, Cilantro stopped.

This stagnant water resembles a small lake, connecting the two sides of the alley. There's no place to put your feet at all. This obstacle was also one of the reasons why Cilantro retreated at that time.

If you want to cross this alley, you have to wade through this muddy water.

Look at this muddy stagnant water. Rong Ying's eyes were disgusted.

He commanded: "Carry me over!" ”

Coriander turned her head and looked at him in disbelief, "Are you still a man!" ”

This product has exceeded the bottom line, and he is not qualified to be a man at all!

He is a large man who is more than 1.8 meters tall. I actually want to lie on the back of a little woman who is only 1.58 meters, I really can't bear it!

For the pair of shiny brown leather shoes made by a famous foreign shoemaker on his feet, and the smoky gray trousers that are the same brand-name as the one on his lower body. He really couldn't bear it!

It can be said that since he was a child, he has never walked such a dirty road.

Rong Ying used his usual methods to persecute coriander. Lifted off the trench coat, took the muzzle of the black hole hole and made direct intimate contact with the back of coriander, and pushed her forward a little harder, "Less nonsense!" ”

Coriander's face froze, and she looked sideways slightly, only to realize that the muzzle of the gun was firmly aimed at her temple. A pair of apricot eyes suddenly crossed a trace of anger.

She could grab him by the collar and throw him over the shoulder, throwing him into the mud puddle;

She could also grab his white scarf and slide it behind him, strangling him out of breath;

She could even snatch his gun from him and turn the tide of things

As if seeing through the thoughts in Coriander's heart, Rong Ying pushed the muzzle of the gun close to the fatal part of Coriander's head, and said coldly: "Don't want to play tricks!" ”

The hand he held on to Coriander remained still, and with the other hand, he grabbed Coriander's neck, and the whole person was attached to Coriander's back, bending Coriander's waist.

Coriander carried the martingale, wading through the stagnant water, and bursts of coolness penetrated into the body from the soles of the feet. Looking down at the wet mud of her shoes, of course she hated Rong Ying so much that the roots of her teeth itched. When she let him go to the ground, she rubbed a handful of oil on his sturdy thighs, and saw that his face was even more uncertain, and his mood became very good, and there was a faint hint of pleasure in revenge on his originally tense little face.

Coriander glanced back at the mouth of the alley, thinking that if she turned back, this cleanliness man might not necessarily catch up.

Rong Ying seemed to have guessed her little caution, and he stabbed her in the back with the muzzle of a gun just after he had just retreated from the coriander.

"Be honest!"

That meant she didn't use her hands and feet, and she wasn't allowed to play tricks.

Coriander hooked her head, followed the two rutted marks on the ground, and continued to carry Rong Ying deeper into the alley.

Turning around, passing through several houses and a few narrow alleys on the way, it seems that people can read all kinds of life.

There are young children playing in front of their homes;

There was a couple who had set up a small stove in front of their house to prepare for the fire of decoction;

There are also old men who bask in the sun in their yards with the gate open

There is a plum tree growing on the side of the courtyard wall of a house, and the petals have not yet fallen, and the bright branches are poking out into the hazy world of spring. The falling flowers are spread all over the ground, and some people can't bear to step on them.

Following the eye-catching rut marks on the fallen flowers, the coriander carefully tried not to step on the petals that had not been stained by the mud.

Rong Ying doesn't have as many feelings as hers, her steps are crisp and neat, and her feet are like the wind. As he walked by, a few thin petals fluttered at his feet, and eventually fell to the ground and were muddy.

A plum blossom fell from the plum tip and stuck to the side of the coriander's hair, but she herself didn't notice it.

Seeing this, Rong Ying moved her fingers, but she never raised her hand to brush off the plum blossom petals for her. The bright red petals are petite coriander. It adds a little bit of fresh flavor. A little red on his hair. It's beautiful, too.

After looking for the car print, I turned two corners, and the coriander who was walking in front suddenly stopped.

Rong Ying cooperated very well with her pace. Stop at almost the same time.

Two side-by-side walls held them in the center, and from the end of the deep alley beneath their feet, two parallel car prints could be faintly seen.

"The car prints have become shallower." Cilantro turned around and folded back. When passing by Rong Ying, his expression did not change at all. As if he were transparent.

Rong Ying narrowed his eyes slightly and silently followed.

Exiting the alley, Cilantro stepped on the edge of the car print all the way, slowly moving her feet. Leaning over and pouting his ass, his face close to the ground, he observed very carefully. Finally found the place where the groaning began to get shallower.

She stopped, and turned sideways to face a small, blackened door.

Compared to this piece of other portals. The small door is inconspicuous and hard to notice.

A few stray footprints can also be discerned from the front of the doorway.

"This should be it."

Rong Ying was skeptical, but he still stepped forward to find out.

He leaned close to the small door, and with one eye pressed against the crack in it, he saw that it was locked from the inside, with only one latch sticking horizontally. He looked deeper, and saw a small courtyard with farm tools and a small house with red walls and black tiles.

With his ear on the door, he listened carefully, and the movement in the yard was not small.

There is the sound of punching and clinking glasses.

Rong Ying could distinguish the voices of three people in the courtyard. The three were complacent about what they had done, and even discussed how to divide the spoils and how to ask their masters for reward afterwards.

He determined that the few people in the courtyard were undoubtedly the people who committed the crime at the Flower Bank. Except for the driver who picked them up and helped with the aftermath, there were only three of them.

Hmph, it's just three people!

Rong Ying's eyes were clear, and after loading the gun, he raised his foot and broke into the door.

Bang bang bang, after three gunshots, the rooster cries and the dog barks. Young children playing in the nearby alley were carried into their homes by their parents and shut out.

After calming down, Rong Ying strode out of the small door, and saw that the door was empty, so he looked around for the trace of coriander. Soon, he spotted the figure hiding behind a tree not far away.

"Come out!" Seeing that the figure behind the tree swayed, but he didn't mean to show up, he narrowed his eyes and raised his voice to threaten, "You also want to be bulleted?" ”

Coriander then popped out of her little head, and when she saw Rong Ying's noble chin, she hurriedly trotted all the way into the courtyard after him.

The courtyard was fairly clean, and the most shocking thing was that there were three dead bodies lying on the side of a square wine table, and a large area of blood stained red. Three gunshots rang out in succession, and the guns were fatal, one shot killed one by one.

Witnessing such a bloody scene, Coriander only felt her heart twitch twice, and her face turned even whiter and whiter.

Rong Ying on the side, I don't know if he is satisfied with his results, or satisfied with Coriander's reaction at the moment, there is a smug look on his face. Killing three people in the blink of an eye, his expression can still be so relaxed, it is really chilling.

Accustomed to seeing the ugliness of the world, Coriander still can't adapt to it. After going through so many things, she has learned to be ruthless, but she can't help but show mercy when she starts. She can also be ruthless, but she can't do it and don't care about anything.

Of course, she can do whatever it takes to protect what she cares about.

With an unbearable crossover on her pale face, Cilantro closed her eyes and stopped looking at the three lifeless corpses bathed in the pool of blood.

She tried her best to protect herself from being touched, but she was never able to remain indifferent.

Rong Ying came out of the hut with two suitcases and gave an order to the coriander who was stunned in the courtyard: "Go and push out the rack car standing by the wall." ”

Hearing the sound, Cilantro glanced around, and her eyes were locked on a wooden cart on the edge of the courtyard wall.

It is a very ordinary wooden cart, with two wooden wheels under the board and two handrail-like wheels at the head, which can be mounted on the body of a slightly taller domestic animal and used as an ox cart or horse-drawn cart for transportation.

Coriander pulled the cart out. He was summoned by Rong Ying to carry a box in the hut.

Before the money stolen by the gang could be transferred, nearly 30,000 silver dollars, including more than 1,000 silver dollars in Lao Qu's vegetable basket, were placed in the hut. The men were too lax and careless to hide the silver dollars, and they piled them on the floor of the hut.

Coriander had come to scavenge for waste, and not only did she see the stolen silver dollars in the hut, but she also found a wooden wardrobe in a more secret part of the inner room, in which she found two hundred gold bars. A whole box full of small yellow croaker. The golden light almost brightened the eyes of the blind parsley!

She rummaged through the cabinets again. I didn't find anything else, so I happily went out with a box of small yellow croaker.

When Coriander placed the suitcase on the wooden cart, Rong Ying only glanced at the painted box. I thought that the box contained the money proposed by the Coriander Flower Bank, so I didn't care much.

He has too much money of his own money to spend it, and the idle egg hurts to covet the silver in the hands of others. He just put his money in the car, not as kind as coriander, and even deliberately went to other places to search for it. If he sees what's in the box. Maybe I won't be as indifferent as I am now.

Coriander was used as a cow and a horse, pulling a cart and leaving the bloody land. The cart was loaded with stolen silver dollars and a box of small yellow croakers she had looted. There is also the big living person Rong Ying.

Rong Ying's slender figure was a little difficult to use on the narrow wooden cart, so he hugged his knees and shrunk in the center of the cart. He is a famous brand, and he has a very down-to-earth wooden car. It looks very discordant, even a little funny.

Returning the same way, Coriander pulled the cart with so many things to the mouth of the alley where the rain had accumulated. Hula, more than a dozen people swarmed in. She suddenly felt that it was dark in front of her, and she almost didn't stand firm.

The extra big hand on the waist. helped her stabilize her staggering body.

There was a familiar smell of grass lingering between the noses, and when the parsley looked up, it was Fujihikodo.

Supported by him, Coriander's body relaxed, and she suddenly felt tired, and a thick tiredness surged into her brain.

As soon as she let go of her hands, the wooden cart tilted backwards, and the rear of the cart fell heavily into the water. Rong Ying's face changed suddenly, and he wanted to jump off the side of the car in a dashing manner, but his body slid uncontrollably into the puddle with his two cash boxes.

His feet were stuck in the mud puddle, as if he had stepped on dog shit, and his expression was strange.

No one felt sorry for him, and he was angrily reprimanded by Fuji Yantang, "Big brother, you are too much!" ”

Fujihikodo's cherished girl was actually called by Rong Ying to be a coachman.

Rong Martingale and Coriander, the tempers of these two people, he understands. are all temperaments that would rather bend, what good things can happen when the two of them meet together?

Rong Ying is the master who refuses to back down, and maybe he even coerced Coriander to do something else!

Second Master Xiang, who has a strong self-control power, was openly angry, and the people next to him were dumbfounded, and even Rong Ying himself was a little stunned.

His gaze fell on Coriander's pale and somewhat transparent face, and Fujihikodo's originally angry handsome face was instantly filled with pity.

Seeing this, Rong Ying's chest suffocated, and his temper dissipated invisibly.

The father and son of the Qu family, who were brought by Fuji Yantang, stepped forward in public, and when Lao Qu saw the prostrated coriander, he was annoyed and distressed, and stomped on the spot and patted his thighs and shouted "My good girl". He left Guancheng behind, rushed to Cilantro, grabbed Cilantro's ear, and pulled her out of Fujihikodo's arms without a trace.

Coriander wailed again and again, "It hurts, it hurts—"

"You still know it hurts!" Lao Qu tugged at her ears and didn't let go.

Coriander's face was painful, and her earlobes were red, which showed that Lao Qu was ruthless.

Lao Qu kept roaring, "If that bullet hits you, it hurts even more!" You're running so fast, and in the blink of an eye, you're gone, and you can't even call back! ”

"Did you call me?" Coriander is at a loss.

Of course she didn't remember such a thing, when the money was snatched away, the Qu family father and son came out of the Flower Bank, and the coriander had long since disappeared. Lao Qu shouted twice, and Channel Cheng said that she might have chased the thief, and almost scared Lao Qu's soul away.

Lao Qu twisted her ears and said even more violently, "Is it your turn to be a hero!" ”

Coriander pointed to the basket of vegetables on the wooden cart, "Money, money, money—"

Lao Qu then remembered that there was such a thing, so he hurriedly let go of the coriander, rushed over her and took down the vegetable basket on the wooden cart. When I lifted the cloth and looked into the vegetable basket, I saw that most of the silver dollars were still there. He was overjoyed and shouted "Thank God".

The money is there, and the people are fine. The heart that the channel had been hanging on finally landed, and he breathed a sigh of relief at the same time as Lao Qu.

Coriander ran to hold the suitcase on the wooden cart in her hand, like a treasure, a pair of apricot eyes sparkling, and her flushed face. At the moment, her appearance is quite sultry.

Just now, her face was still miserable and pale. At this moment, it was not normal to be red, and Fujihikodo's heart moved, and he raised his hand to cover her forehead. Sure enough, I found a piece of piping hot.

Fuji Hikodo's face was tight, and his chest seemed to have been crushed by something, and the pain made his heart tremble, and his internal organs were spasms.

If only he had arrived earlier

There must be a reason why Fujihikodo made an overstep to the coriander. Immediately, he whispered, "What?" ”

"I've got a fever—" Fuji Yantang glanced at the Qu family's father and son, "I'll leave you alone for now." ”

That being said. There was not a hint of apology on his face. At this moment, his eyes and his heart were full of a little girl.

Seeing that Fuji Yantang was half-supporting and half-hugging coriander, Lao Qu was about to step forward to stop him, but he was pulled by Guancheng and looked back. saw his son gently shake his head at him.

It's not that Lao Qu disagrees with their relationship, it's just that Coriander is just a teenage girl who hasn't matured, and she was abducted by a big man like Fuji Yantang. It's not a big deal.

Fujihiko took the coriander to the car as if no one was around, "I'll take you to the hospital." ”

It's like hearing a forbidden word. As soon as she heard "hospital", Coriander's face changed suddenly, and she shook her head for a while, like a stubborn child, "I won't go to the hospital!" ”

If she showed Coriander this appearance, how would she explain it to him?

Something seemed to float in Fujihikodo's gaze, and he smiled brightly and said softly with a tentative taste: "Go to me?" ”

"Go to me!" Halfway through, a trip to bite the gold.

Fujihiko Tang glanced at the visitor, full of displeasure.

He Shaoqing walked around from his side to the front of the car door, and after learning that Rong Ying had an accident, she followed Ma Feng. Just now, she seemed to see a big bad wolf wagging his tail with bad intentions. If she didn't stop it, Fujihiko Tang wouldn't have to take Little Red Riding Hood home to eat and wipe it clean?

He Shaoqing looked at Fuji Yantang, who was disillusioned, and said with interest: "It's more convenient for me there." ”

Then, she left a message for one of Ma Feng's subordinates, and got into Teng Yan's car and left.

Xinli apartment, said to be an apartment, is actually a very large manor. Each dormitory in the estate is a small detached cottage.

Most of the female artists living here are popular female artists in Shanghai.

After arriving at the place, He Shaoqing asked the maid to vacate a room.

Fujihiko Tang entered the room with the already burned coriander, obviously there was a maid, but he didn't call.

The dignified Second Master Teng personally took off her dirty shoes for the wild girl who didn't know where she came from, and carefully washed her little feet with warm water. He rubbed and massaged gently again and again until the feet were at a normal temperature.

Coriander hummed and chirped to indicate satisfaction.

In the fog, when she saw Fujihikodo's hand reaching out, she waved it away, "Don't touch my face with the hand that has touched the stinky feet!" ”

Fujihiko Tang smiled, but he caught Coriander's hand, and saw a few bruises and blood blisters on her white and tender palms, and couldn't help frowning.

Coriander's eyebrows were also slightly twisted, and there was a slight pain on her face, and she muttered, "It hurts." ”

Xu hurt his hand when pulling the car, and there was a wooden thorn embedded in the palm of the palm of the coriander near the love line, and if you don't look closely, you can't notice it.

Asking the maid for a tool, Fujihiko took parsley's hand and gently and carefully removed the wooden thorn from her palm with tweezers.

He Shaoqing stood quietly on the side, she had never seen Fuji Yantang tempted by a woman, but she didn't expect him to be so touching once he was emotional.

He Shaoqing persuaded Fuji Yantang to ask the maid to wash Coriander's body, and then called a doctor to diagnose Coriander.

With a needle, the effect was immediate, and the coriander quickly subsided in fever.

Fuji Yantang was not at ease, so he stayed here for a night.

Xinli's apartment was full of people, and the matter of Fujihikodo's overnight stay spread quickly, so naturally there was nothing good to say.

Early the next morning, miscellaneous good words reached He Shaoqing's ears through the maid's mouth. She was used to not being burdened by gossip, but she didn't want to hurt the brotherly harmony between Fujihiko and Ma Feng because of this matter.

So early in the morning, He Shaoqing drove Fujiyantang out of Xinli's apartment.

In the morning, Fuji Yantang and Ma Feng met Rong Ying at Qiao Xianju.

Qiao Xianju is the shelter of Rong Ying.

Ma Feng ran around all night, still in high spirits, and asked Fuji Yantang energetically, "The girl you took away yesterday" Seeing that Fuji Yantang's expression suddenly turned cold, he hurriedly changed his words, "That little girl, how is it?" ”

"I don't want to talk about anything other than yesterday's case." Fujihiko said coldly. He will only reveal his truest emotions in front of the people he trusts the most.

Rong Ying could see that Fuji Yantang had a grudge against him, because he had beaten Fuji Yantang and entered Qiao Xianju, so he hadn't looked at him properly.

Ma Feng's smiling face broke the strange atmosphere between the two and reported yesterday's robbery.

The case was basically clarified, and the manager surnamed Wang of Huazhi Bank and the gang wanted to make a windfall, so they committed this case together.

The main culprit had already been shot dead, and the French Concession patrol party treated the manager surnamed Wang of Huazhi Bank as an accomplice, sentenced this person lightly, and closed the case.

The results of the private detectives he sent out were slightly skewed.

"Big brother, Yantang, you will never think of the origin of that manager surnamed Wang of Huazhi Bank!"

Fuji Yantang thought about it for a while, and then resolved the pass that Ma Feng sold, "The surname is Wang, is it difficult?" ”

"The manager surnamed Wang is from the Blue Dragon Society, and he said that he was a relative of Wang Shiyao's distant son." Seeing Fuji Yantang poked, Ma Feng felt a little disappointed, so he simply made his words clear.

Rong Ying pinched the tip of his chin, his expression was thoughtful, and there was a hint of danger in his eyes, "This matter is really being manipulated by the Qinglong behind his back." ”

"Big brother, when you went to withdraw money yesterday, you should have made an appointment with the Huazhi Bank. The one surnamed Wang must have calculated the right time to ambush you! "Ma Feng might as well change his name to Ma Houpao.

Fuji Yantang secretly copied a confession from an eyeliner in the patrol room of the French Concession, and went to visit the Qu family father and son, and also learned some things.

He snorted coldly, "Those people are really greedy and don't want to swallow elephants, they originally went to the eldest brother, but I was afraid that they would want to get rich, and they also robbed other people's money by the way." ”

Lao Qu didn't get the money for so long in the Huazhi Bank yesterday, and as soon as the manager appeared, everything was settled, but when he got the money again, the gang of robbers appeared. Is this a coincidence?

After figuring out this matter, Rong Ying suddenly said thoughtlessly, "Ma Feng, the person I asked you to find, don't need to look for it." ”

Hearing this, Fujihikodo's expression changed abruptly, and he was unnatural for a moment.

Rong Ying glanced at him indifferently and didn't say anything more.

However, after Ma Feng answered, he couldn't hold back his curiosity, and asked in the dull air: "Big brother, are you looking for the little girl that Yantang took away yesterday?" ”

Rong Ying's non-speech is tantamount to acquiescence.

Ma Feng complained about Fuji Yantang, "Yantang, you found someone and said it earlier, so I sent people around to look for it for a while!" ”

Suddenly, Rong Ying raised his eyes and stared straight at Fuji Yantang, as if he didn't intend to let go of the slightest change in his expression.

Fujihiko smiled at the corner of his lips, and his eyes were handsome. His eyes showed confusion and innocence, "Is that girl the person the eldest brother is looking for, I didn't know before." Big brother, are you sure? How is she similar to the woman you painted? ”

Rong Ying's expression was blank, thinking quietly, as if he was really comparing the sketch he had drawn before with the coriander deity in his mind, and said faintly after a while: "It's really not like it." ”

Ma Feng pursed his lips, glanced deeply at Fuji Yantang, and quickly withdrew his gaze. What he just saw was Fuji Erye's signature smile.

Yantang, Yantang, you can't lie. (To be continued) >