The eyes behind the cloth towel did not move, and there was no trace of expression.

The room was quiet for a moment before his voice rang out again: "That man, kill?" ”

This time, he asked the blue-robed man.

The blue-robed man immediately stood up, bowed down and said, "Back to the Lord, that person can no longer contain the sight of the palace, so his subordinates are the masters and kill him, otherwise if she confesses something, it will be detrimental to me and other major affairs." ”

The man in the dark robe looked at the man in the blue robe silently, and the two eyes behind the cloth towel were dark and black, like bottomless black holes, straight on his body.

The blue-robed man couldn't help but wipe the corners of his forehead, not daring to say a word, but his body bowed lower.

After a long time, the Xuanyi man suddenly laughed "hehe", the laughter was light and sharp, which made people's hearts hairy.

Needles could be heard in the room, and even the sound of breathing seemed to disappear.

"Go on." The laughter of the Xuanyi man suddenly stopped, and the illusory voice of smoke sounded again.

"Yes, Lord." The blue-robed man seemed to breathe a sigh of relief, and continued: "After this incident, our people have also been exposed, but they are all irrelevant, and their subordinates have already arranged them. At this point, his tone became a little hesitant, "It's just that, in this way, all parts of the palace have been washed again, and our people have also lost nearly 20%, and key positions such as Chengming, Yongchang, Shou'an, Suiyu and several other places are no longer able to penetrate." If your subordinates are incompetent, please punish them. So saying, he touched the ground on one knee and fell to his knees.

The Xuanyi man looked at him quietly for a while, and then raised his sleeves: "Get up." ”

With just one word, the blue-robed man immediately stood up, wiped the sweat from his forehead again, and bowed back to his seat.

The room was quiet again. The thick curtain leaked a beam of sunlight, and dust floated in the sunlight. However, beyond the light, there was a dark and dead silence in the room, which was so oppressive that people couldn't breathe.

"Joint Investigation Division, no changes." After a while, the hoarse voice of the brown man rang out.

Xuanyi's eyes moved.

"How's the case going?" The man in Tsing Yi suddenly spoke. The thick eyebrows behind the cloth towel furrowed tightly. There was a little dissatisfaction in his eyes when he looked at the man in brown.

"None." The brown-clothed man cherished words like gold, and after finishing speaking, he stood up and bowed to the Xuanyi man. Fu sat back down.

In this room, this action means that the retribution is finished.

The black hole-like eyes of the Xuanyi man finally stopped at him.

The brown-clothed man lowered his eyes, as if he had not sensed the sight of the black-clothed man at all.

"Chen Xilai." The Xuanyi man said in vain.

A name that has no beginning or end.

However. The brown-clothed man shook and raised his head. In those eyes, which were covered by cloth towels and felt hats, there was a trace of sharpness, as well as deep resentment and cruelty.

There seemed to be a sigh in the room, like a cry of resentment, as if there was nothing. Like a ghost crying.

Meng Zhao's scalp was numb for a while, and a cool breath rushed through his backbone, and he couldn't help but flex and stretch his toes. The body sitting in the chair became more and more stiff, and he didn't even dare to move his hair.

"Don't take it as an example." The Xuanyi man's voice sounded again.

Somehow. Meng Zhao always felt that there seemed to be a bit of compassion and sadness in this voice.

No one spoke, and no one made any movements, and the words spoken by the Xuanyi man were as if they were speaking to the air.

Then, he glanced at the man in Tsing Yi.

"Restore my homeland and rejuvenate my Nanshan." The man in Tsing Yi stood up and said in a deep voice.

Meng Zhao exhaled a long breath in his heart, stood up, repeated a slogan with everyone, and sat back in his seat.

Today, their people were uneven, and the yellow-robed people were somehow absent, which was the first time since Meng Zhao participated in the secret meeting. However, it was impossible for the Xuanyi people to explain to them, so Meng Zhao could only privately guess that something had happened to the yellow-robed people, or they had other arrangements.

While he was thinking, he quietly raised his gaze again, and at this time, just as the brown-clothed man left, Meng Zhao glanced at him.

In the past, he seldom paid attention to the people attending the meeting, but after a closer look today, he found that the man in brown should be very young, no more than thirty years old, thin in stature, not too tall, but his skeleton was quite symmetrical, so he appeared to be slender, and there was a bit of graceful taste in his behavior.

As if sensing Meng Zhao's searching eyes, the brown-clothed man suddenly turned his eyes, and two cold and cruel eyes instantly stared at Meng Zhao.

Meng Zhao's heart sank, and he quickly retracted his gaze, and sat upright, not daring to look more.

The man in brown snorted softly, rolled out his sleeves, and swaggered out the door.

With a "clang", the door of the house closed behind him, and the atmosphere that was so oppressive as a tomb was also blocked behind the door, and in front of the brown-clothed man was a brilliant and bright March afternoon, with the fragrance of flowers and the fragrance of people.

The brown-clad man's eyes narrowed slightly, revealing obvious disgust, and he walked through the overgrown courtyard and out of the house through the side door.

Behind the side door is a short alley, turn the short alley is a four-way intersection, the intersection is planted with tall paulownia trees, the trees are already green shadows, as far as the eye can see, a cool shade of green.

This four-way intersection connects at least three forks in the road, no matter which way it goes to the end. Not only that, but the exit through the front door, the corner door, and the back door is also complicated and dense like a spider's web.

Looking at the intersection in front of him, the corners of the brown-clothed man's eyes narrowed again.

As a place for secret meetings, Orchid Lane is really suitable, with few people, alleys and alleys, many abandoned houses, and many big trees to hide, which is very easy to hide.

As he thought, he lifted the torn felt hat on his head to his forehead and walked forward slowly.

At this time, he no longer had the well-proportioned posture that he had just been, but bent his waist, shrunk his shoulders, and staggered, just from the gait of the man, he was at least twenty years older.

After touching a stick of incense, the figure of the man in brown finally appeared at the north alley entrance of Dagongfang Orchid Lane, and the flow of people gradually became denser.

Today's weather is excellent, sweeping away the cold of the spring cold a few days ago, the Dagongfang is very lively, bustling, and it is a little more noisy than Suzaku Street.

The man in brown stopped, took off his cloth towel, and looked up at the sky.

The spring sun was like a translucent thin silk cotton cloth, warmly rushing on the person's face, and at that moment, his face was reflected by the brilliant light very clearly.

It was an extremely ugly face, with bald hair on the forehead and eyebrows, crisscrossed with pink and red flesh scabs like wriggling worms, crawling all over the cheeks, even if there were no scars, the skin was red and purple, and the facial features were almost invisible. (To be continued.) )