Bronze stared at Lao Yang and Xiao Li for a long time.

"I may regret the decision I made." Lao Yang said.

"What are you talking about?"

"I thought that even though what happened last night had nothing to do with our business, I could still wait and report back to HQ for a while."

"Are you going to help me?"

"Do you remember the three of us working together in Guangzhou?" Lao Yang asked unexpectedly.

"How could I forget?"

On March 16, 1934, the Japanese kidnapped the head of the Guangzhou Intelligence Station of the Intelligence Bureau. As members of the task force, Gu Bronze, Lao Yang, and Xiao Li were sent there to find the place where the stationmaster was being held. Bronze was searched there until September, when he was transferred to the mainland to engage in counter-espionage activities. The scorching summer heat of those months and the determination of the task force members remained etched in his memory. The stationmaster's whereabouts have never been found. A year later, on October 11, 1935, the Japanese publicly announced the death of the stationmaster.

"Walking down the street where the task force headquarters is located, it's a small zoo," Yang said, "do you remember?" ”

"Of course I do. I don't know how many animals there were in that zoo before the Civil War, but when we arrived, there was only a wolf and a bear left. That bear isn't used to that climate, it's pathetic. ”

"Later, a sniper from one of the factions decided to play a game and shoot at anyone who went to feed the animals. He killed the animal keeper, and over the next two days, he killed four more people who had volunteered to feed the animals. As a result, the animals were dying of starvation. ”

"I remember that, too." Bronze felt a choke in his throat.

"One night, you were gone. When you come back in the morning, you say you want to take food and water and feed the animals. I advise you not to go, and remind you that the sniper's favorite thing to do is to shoot Chinese. You tell me you've taken care of that sniper and he's never going to be in trouble again. Sure, maybe another sniper will shoot at you instead of him, but you don't seem to care about that. You're determined to make sure those animals don't go hungry again. ”

There was silence in the courtyard.

"Why are you bringing this up?" Bronze asked.

"Because I was going to ambush that sniper," said Yang, "but I didn't have the courage to come." I'm jealous that you did what I was supposed to do. Hey, isn't that ridiculous? There's an abyss of human suffering, but we're worried about those two animals. Of course, this also did not help, and the next day, a mortar shell blew them up. ”

"But they're not starving." Bronze said.

"That's right. You're a man who dares to talk and do. You show me where the nearest phone number is," Yang said, "I'm going to inform the headquarters that we're continuing to investigate and ask them to find out who rented a Chevrolet from the station's taxi company on Sept. 1." There may be more than one car there, but the station is not big. ”

"Old Yang?"

"What?"

“…… Thank you. ”

Bronze sat in the Ford that Yang and Li had arrived in earlier in the day, his eyes looking out the back window, trying to suppress his painful feelings. That seems to be a thing of the past forever. Through the rear window, he saw the fading vistas—mountains, yellowing aspen trees in the basin, adobe houses nestled in the hills, patches of dwarf pines and larch, and the crimson sunset of the highland desert.

This is the first time he has left Santa Fe since he came here more than a year ago. Oh, he'd driven out of town before — to go fishing, or to go boating on the white waves, or to go hiking. But the places he had visited in those days were not far from Santa Fe, and they were brief, and he knew he would be back soon.

But now he's really leaving—he doesn't know how long he's going to go, and he doesn't know if he'll ever be back. Of course he wanted to come back, from the bottom of his heart, and the sooner he came back, the better. But the question is, will he be able to come back? Could this search lead to unexpected dangers that would prevent him from returning?

He has carried out numerous missions in the Task Force and later as an intelligence agent. He survived these assignments in part because his professional ability enabled him to discern what was an acceptable danger and what was recklessness. But as a professional agent, it is not enough to rely on training, experience, and ability to make judgments, but also requires a special attitude - a balance between responsibility and objectivity.

Bronze resigned from the Intelligence Bureau precisely because he had lost his sense of responsibility and was tired of the objective situation that made him feel deeply isolated and helpless. But now he knew he had a heavy responsibility on his shoulders, a responsibility heavier than at any time in his life. He must find Gong Yu, this kind of decision is physically and mentally devoted, it is emotional, infatuated and persistent. His love for her was eternal, she was the focus of his life, and he was willing to risk any danger to find her.

He asked himself, is there any danger? His answer was without hesitation, yes. Because, if he can't find Gong Yu, if he can't get rid of the tension suppressed in his heart, he won't be able to do anything. His life will lose its meaning, and he will lose his way.

He looked wistfully at the side window of the car, watching as the sunset's crimson deepened, almost turning blood-red. At this time, he heard Lao Yang, who was sitting in the front row, say something, calling his name.

"What?"

"People here are always driving so crazy, or is it just because it's a festival?"

"It's not just the festival, it's always the traffic here." Bronze said he wasn't focused on talking.

(At this time, many wealthy and powerful people in the interior took refuge here, and they could even send planes to the interior to deliver scarce supplies, including opium, so the war was not all bad for some people, and many people became rich after the war.) At one time, the number of cars here was even higher than in some places in the mainland, but the road conditions were very poor. ）

"I think drivers in Chongqing and Shanghai are scary enough, but I've never seen them drive like this. They were right behind my rear bumper at 60 kilometers per hour. I could see them staring at me in the rearview mirror because I hadn't driven to 70 kilometers per hour. They turned into the passing lane without signaling, and then turned back into my lane without signaling, this time almost hitting my front bumper. Then they went straight ahead and squeezed into another car. Yes, in Chongqing and Shanghai they also squeeze you, but that's because the cars are close to each other. Here, I have a lot of time in front and back, but they still squeeze you. What's going on here? ”

Bronze did not answer. He was peering through the back window at the hills and adobe houses that were getting farther and farther away. He began to feel as if he had fallen behind them, and the lane flashed by. The cars then began to drive up towards the summit, and then they would head south downhill to Xining, two thousand feet below the summit.

"That person may not be home on Saturday night." Lao Yang said.

"Then I'll wait until he comes back." Bronze said.

"We're all waiting for him." Xiao Li said.

Bronze was moved for a while, and he was almost speechless. "Thanks, I hope so."

"But I don't know how long I can be perfunctory to headquarters." Lao Yang said.

"You've done a great job."

"Maybe. We'll soon find out if what I've learned really helps. ”

While they were still in Santa Fe, Yang drove to find a pay phone and asked his boss for news. After a while, Lao Yang learned that there were several Chevrolets for rent at the station, but all of them were rented out before Thursday, September 1, except for one. This one was indeed rented out on September 1, at 10:13 a.m., but the name of the renter was not Dai Hongxing, as Bronze hoped, but Lin Genghuai, and his address did not match Dai Hongxing's situation, not in Chongqing or near Beiping and Hangzhou, but in Xining.

"Lin Genghuai." Lao Yang had already driven away from Santa Fe, and they were about to reach the top of the mountain. "Who do you think he is?"

"And, why would a person who lives in Xining go to the station to rent a car?" Bronze withdrew his gaze from the fading crimson sunset. "That's what makes me think we're on the right track."

"Or at least that's the only way to hope." Xiao Li said.

"But why didn't Gong Yu say his real name?" Bronze shook his head. In a sense, the question was naïve – he already knew part of the answer. She lied to him for the same reason. She didn't tell him that she knew she was the real target of last night's attack; For the same reason, she also didn't tell him that Ryan would be waiting in the trail to pick her up in the car. Bronze thought that she had been hiding something from her dealings with me the whole time. Our association itself is a hoax.

No! He insisted that it wouldn't be a scam. So how can powerful emotions be a hoax? In that case, how could I not see the concealment in her gaze? How could I not be aware of the hesitation and pretentiousness in her demeanor? What I'm best at is observing people, and there's no way she'll be able to fool me. The emotions she showed me were real, that tenderness, that passion, that thoughtfulness, that ...... Bronze was about to use the word "love", but he suddenly realized that he couldn't remember a time when Gong Yu had told him plainly that she loved him.

He had often said this to her, but had she said it on her own initiative? Or every time he confessed like this, did she respond? He thought about it and thought about it, but he still didn't have any impression.

Other memories quickly came to his mind—the first time he and Gong Yu ...... , they collapsed on the brick floor of her studio, immersed in an ambiguous, tentative, awe-filled love...... It was also on September 1, after he saw "Dai Hongxing", that is, after Gong Yu showed him her paintings. One after another, questions came to my mind, and I was about to drive Bronze crazy. Are they really those paintings painted by Gong Yu? Is Gong Yu her real name? Is her husband really dead? For that matter, Was she really married? What is her relationship with Ryan? Ryan knew both him and Gong Yu, and it couldn't be a coincidence.

Bronze thought to himself, this is simply crazy. Beads of sweat oozed from his upper lip. He felt top-heavy and out of balance. It seems that everything is out of order, and anything he approves of has a question mark. He developed a feeling that he couldn't get rid of, as if he was falling all the time. He wished he had never resigned from the intelligence services. At least then he knew the rules. Deception is the rule, and he has never been fooled by the lies in front of him. Now, when he was determined to believe that life doesn't have to be built on deception, he was eventually deceived.

So, he asked himself, why was he so determined to find Gong Yu? Is it to protect the woman he loves? Or was it the motive to get an explanation from the woman who lied to him? Confusion was the only feeling he could affirm - there was also the fact that no matter what it was, he would never give up and must find Gong Yu. He tried to the end.

Xiao Li was talking to him again. "If it's the detective—what's his name? Officer Blue? - He's going to go crazy with anger when he finds out you've left Santa Fe. He'll have the provincial police department hunt you down. ”

"It's after us." Lao Yang added, "He saw our car in front of Lao Gu's house, and he can describe what it looks like. ”

"Yes," said Bronze, "he will come looking for me." ”

The Ford drove up to the top of the hill and then began to drive downhill towards Xining in the distance. As Santa Fe vanished, Bronze turned his face and stared at the dark unknown world in front of him.

Accustomed to the ethnic houses of Santa Fe, the traditional buildings with flat-roofed, brick or wooden facades in Xining seem unusual. Santa Fe has only a few Chinese-style buildings, while Xining has many. They also look unusual in bronze eyes, as well as the numerous ranch-style bungalow dwellings. Lin Genghuai's house is one of them.

It took an hour to find the address. Only finally did I find a place with a map. The map wasn't as detailed as they had hoped, so they had to drive slowly and check the road signs, but they finally found their destination on the plain west of the city. The street is flanked by rustic-looking ranch-style bungalows with lawns, shade and hedges that make Bronze feel like he's on the outskirts of the Midwest. Once again, he felt unreal and felt dizzy.

"That's the address." Lao Yang said. He was driving past a house that looked like any other house.

It was past 10 p.m., and the sunset had long since disappeared without a trace. Except for the street lamps on the wide streets and the light from the windows of a few homes, the area was dark, and the residents were probably out. The back and porch of the Lin family's home were lit up.

"Maybe he's at home — maybe he's not there," Mr. Li said, "and maybe the lights are there to keep thieves out." ”

"Drive around the neighborhood," Bronze said, "and let's figure out if there's anything out of the ordinary." ”

There are no anomalies. Everything in the vicinity looked as normal as the Lin family.

"Maybe we're mistaken," Mr. Yang said, "and it doesn't look like a breeding ground for danger at all." ”

"That's the only clue we have on hand." Bronze persevered, unwilling to give up hope. "I want to ask the guy surnamed Lin why he has to go all the way to rent a car."

Lao Yang stopped the car at one end of the street.

Bronze waited until the Ford's headlights went out before getting out of the car. He wanted to use the night as a cover. But when he was about to turn around and walk towards the Lin family's house, Lao Yang opened the suitcase.

"Wait a minute." Lao Yang called him softly and handed him something. Bronze sensed that this was a set of lock-picking tools.

Then, Lao Yang handed him another thing, and the bronze knew exactly what it was without asking. He was so familiar with the feeling of that thing - a semi-automatic pistol.

"9mm caliber," Yang lowered his voice, "it's Beretta, it's its silencer." Lao Yang took things out of the suitcase, and Xiao Li also took them out.

"But how did you get through station security?"

"We don't have to go through security."

Bronze nodded. "Now I remember. You said when you were at my house that you were on a plane from the Bureau. ”

"Are you all ready?" Xiao Li asked.

After looking around to make sure no one was peeping, Bronze removed the cartridge and looked at it, and found that it was full of bullets, then he loaded the cartridge again, pulled the bolt, and put a bullet on the chamber. He carefully pulled off the plunge of the pistol, and without caring whether the safety of the gun was closed, he tucked the gun under his belt. Before leaving, he put on a dark coat and a twill cheesecloth shirt, and also covered it with a dark blue gown. Now, the caftan covered the pistol under the belt. Although he tried his best to rinse the smudge off his hair and skin when he showered, the cool water did not work as well. There was still a faint smell of smoke on him. "Ready."

"What are you going to do?" Xiao Li asked. "If that person is at home, he may not be alone. He may have a family, he may be innocent, or he may live with a group of people who like to get together and play with automatic weapons. In either case, we can't rush in. ”

"You're here to keep an eye on this house, I'll take a look." Bronze said.

"But you may need help."

"You said it yourself, it's not your job. It's my thing, so it's me who should be on the adventure. ”

"We're not here to do this for work."

"Trust me, I'll tell you if I need help."

Lao Yang closed the suitcase. Bronze pretended to be calm and walked along the dark sidewalk. He cautiously looked at the houses on both sides of the street, and gradually approached the Lin family's house. There was no one in front of him. He walked past the front of the house, turned to the left, and entered the courtyard of another house, where the house was pitch black, and he moved his cat waist along the wooden fence until he came to the back of the house. He was worried that this family or the Lin family would have dogs, but there were no kennels in the backyards of the two families, and he did not hear the dogs barking. The nights are peaceful. He tried to control his nervousness, and smelled the smell of freshly cut grass.

The light at the back of the Lin family's house shone through a window, reflecting a rectangular light in the dark backyard. There was no figure swaying in the window. From where he is, he can see the back of the Lin family. He moved as slowly as he could, as silently as possible, over waist-high fences, and landed on the lawn on the other side. Immediately after, he threw himself onto the back wall of the garage and blended into the shadows. Seeing that no one was responding to him jumping into the yard, he peeked in through the back window of the garage. By the light at the back of the house, he saw that it was empty.

Then he crawled to the bushes behind the house, hunched over under a black window, and listened for any talking, music, radio programs, and anything else that would indicate that there were people in the house. There was silence in the room. Fortunately for him, the fence and the tree covered him, and the people in the house behind him could not see him. He emerged from the shadows and pricked up his ears to listen carefully to the movement at the back door of the Lin family. There was no sound inside. He moved under the window where the light was shining and listened, but there was no movement.

He weighed the current situation. If the person lives here alone, and the outside is empty, it means that he has gone out. However, if you live with someone else, will there still be someone left in the house? Or, what if he doesn't have a car at all, so he rented it on September 1st?

Bronze thought, damn it, I don't have time to reconsider all this. I must find Gong Yu! If this had happened in his previous life, he would have stepped back and watched the house until he had a chance to make direct contact with them under control. But this is the life of Gu Bronze now, and besides, his heart is beating violently, and he is sure that Gong Yu is in danger and needs his help. Why did she lie to him, there must be something strange in this. Perhaps, at this moment, she is about to be killed in her home here.

He found no signs of warning of potential intruders, suggesting that the house was unguarded, and that would normally be found in any conspicuous place. There are no protective brambles on all of the rear windows. Bronze clung to a glimmer of hope and forgot to lock the back door. He tried to push, but there was no hope. He pulled the bag of lock-picking tools out of the pocket of his jacket and opened it in less than 30 seconds. He could have done it faster, but he had to be careful not to make a noise that would alarm anyone in the room. He suddenly realized the mockery of fate, and someone had also cautiously tried to pry open his door last night.

He pulled out his Beretta pistol, pushed the door open, and pointed the muzzle of the gun into the room. He found that it was a small kitchen, and the light he saw was coming from the electric light above the sink. As silent as possible, he quickly dived into the other dark rooms and looked around all the corners. Luckily, the house has only one floor and doesn't have a basement. He didn't find anyone.

He went out the back door and quietly returned to the dimly lit sidewalk in front of the house. Five minutes later, he returned to the house, and this time Lao Yang and Xiao Li also came in together. Bronze casually locked the door behind him and said, "Let's see who this Lin Genghuai is." When I searched, I found no children's clothing or toys, and I didn't see any women's clothing. Either live alone or with another man. ”

"I'm going to search the master bedroom." Lao Yang said.

"If there's another bedroom, I'll search for it." Xiao Li said.

"Well," said bronze, "then I'll go search the study." ”

"Maybe." Lao Yang frowned.

"What's wrong?"

"There are lights in the driveway."

Bronze was taken aback. Through the side window of the kitchen, he saw the approaching pillar of the front car and heard the sound of the car engine. The car wasn't driving very close, so it was impossible for the people in the car to see directly inside the kitchen. However, it won't take a few seconds for the car to get closer. Bronze, Lao Yang, and Xiao Li hid under the window, looking around eagerly.

"Let me deal with it. Don't let anyone see your face unless absolutely necessary. "Maybe it's nothing to matter, I don't want him to recognize that you broke in." He stepped back from an archway on the right, and hid into the darkness of the living room. Lao Yang and Xiao Li hid in the corridor on the left that led to the study and bedroom.

Outside, the garage door creaked, and seconds later, the car's engine turned off. Then, the garage door creaked again.

The bronze clings to the bookshelf in the living room. He heard the scraping sound of the key unlocking the door and felt beads of sweat running down his chest. The door opened, and the footsteps of a man entering the house were heard. There was another scraping sound, the door shut, and the lock twisted back into its original position—just as Bronze stepped into the kitchen with his pistol in hand.

Seeing the person in front of him, he was both relieved, flustered, and angry. Bronze was well aware that his determination had led him to take risks that he had refused to consider in his previous lives. It is likely that Mr. Lin was a law-abiding citizen, and it may have been a coincidence that he rented a Chevrolet at the station on Sept. 1. If that's the case, what if you panic when you see your own pistol? What if a very bad situation arises and the other person is mortally wounded? Or even if he wasn't injured, it would be illegal to break into Green's house on his own. If he were caught for this, his former boss would not have come to convince the local police to open up against him.

The man was about to enter the kitchen when he heard the sound of bronze footsteps and turned around in astonishment. The bronze doubts suddenly disappeared without a trace. The man was astonished at the sight of the bronze pistol, and immediately put his right hand under the clothes he was wearing. But as soon as he pulled out his revolver, Bronze rushed to him, raised his foot and kicked him in the leg, grabbed his right hand and raised it to the ceiling, and then slammed his wrist and knocked the revolver out of his hand.

The man fell to the ground, grunting in pain. Bronze kicked the revolver to the side, put Beretta against his head, and quickly searched him. After confirming that he had no other weapons on him, Bronze took a few steps back with his wallet, but the Beretta in his hand was still aimed at him downwards, and at this moment, he heard hurried footsteps in the aisle behind him, and Lao Yang and Xiao Li rushed into the kitchen.

"Are you alright?" The Beretta in Xiao Li's hand was also aimed at that person.

"If you think about what I've become, you'll know I'm fine." Bronze pointed to the skinny 50-year-old man on the ground. The man had a kind face, and his hair was gray and thin. The only slight change in Bronze since he had last seen him was that his pale skin from 10 days ago had now been a little tanned by the desert sun. "Let me introduce you to the art dealer who claims to sell paintings for Gong Yu, Dai Hongxing. It's been a long time, old Dai. How is your business? ”

Dai Hongxing raised his head from where he was lying on his stomach. "What the hell do you think you're doing? Do you know—"

Bronze kicked him. When Dai Hongxing stopped moaning, Bronze said, "I asked you a question, Old Dai, how is your business?" If you have to leave your gallery in Peking, your business will not be very good, right? Or is your real name Lin Genghuai? I'm so confused by all this, old Dai, and I'm angry when I'm confused; And I'm angry—"

Bronze pulled out a drawer in the kitchen and poured all the weights inside at him, smashing Dai Hongxing with his arms and screaming. "Talk to me, Lao Dai, you have to talk sooner or later, so you might as well save yourself as soon as possible, so as not to suffer from flesh and skin."

"What don't you know—"

Bronze threw an iron pot at Dai Hongxing, smashing it right on his thigh. His face was distorted in pain, and he didn't know which part of his body to scratch to feel better.

"Don't mess with me." Bronze poured some water into a jug, placed it on the stove, and lit a fire. "If you're curious, I can tell you I'm not here for tea. Have you ever had third-degree burns? People say that burns are the most terrible. I'm serious, old Dai, listen, you'...... And...... Gong Yu...... Be...... What the...... Relationship? ”

Dai Hongxing was still clutching his thighs in pain. "Look at my wallet."

"What?"

"My wallet, the one you hold in your hand, look inside."

"Is there any information about Gong Yu here?" Bronze didn't want to take his eyes off Dai Hongxing, so he threw the wallet to Xiao Li. "See what he's talking about?"

Xiao Li opened the wallet, carefully examined the contents, and frowned.

"What's wrong?" The individual asked, "He lied?" No Gong Yu's situation? ”

"I can't find any information about Gong Yu." Xiao Li looked very uneasy. "However, assuming that this ID card is not forged, then Lin Genghuai is his real name."

"Really? So what? ”

"According to this—" Xiao Li took out a badge. "He's a magistrate at the court."

"Magistrate?" Bronze's mind was in turmoil. "No, how is this possible, how can a magistrate of the court be involved——?"

"Be quiet." Xiao Li said.

"How ——?"

"I hear movement." Xiao Li looked at the window of the back door. "Oh my God." He raised his gun. "Get down, there's someone outside!" As soon as he finished speaking, he was shot in the forehead, and blood splattered everywhere. He fell on his back.

The bronze shrank back, his ears buzzing with the sound of the shot. The window panes of the rear doors were shattered. He felt that Lao Yang was lying on the ground, and he also followed his example. He aimed his gun at the back door, then in a panic he turned to the window above the kitchen sink, and then at every window in the room. Although Xiao Li's death shocked him, he did not allow himself to react to it. He would have felt grief in the future, and it was extremely grief, but for now, his well-trained mind had taken control of him. There is only one thing he must do at the moment - try to survive.

Bronze quickly moved backwards, trying to find a place to hide in the dark living room. He shouted at the man he thought was the Red Star, "Who shot us?" Tell them not to shoot! ”

However, the expression on Dai Hongxing's face showed that he didn't know anything about it.

Bronze heard angry shouts coming from outside the back door, and heard the glass in front of him shattered. He was about to turn around and aim in that direction when something exploded, almost bursting his eardrums. One, two, three, four. Bronze was almost stunned, and he covered his eyes and ears with his hands, desperately trying to cover them, because of the loud thud that came with a strong flash of light that pierced his eyes and pierced his brain.

He fell to the ground, screaming in pain involuntarily, unable to control his nervous system's knee-jerk reaction to the severe pain, and unable to resist the effects of the flashing concussion grenade. This weapon can render a person hors into combat but does not cause lasting damage. In the depths of his chaotic mind, he knew exactly what was going on—he had used this flashing concussion grenade many times before.

But even if he knew, he couldn't suppress the panic in his heart at first. Before he could hold back the pain and regain his composure, he was kicked out of his hand. He could neither hear nor see, but felt grabbed and pulled up violently. Then he was shoved out the door. He fell on the sidewalk and was dragged up again and pushed down the sidewalk. Suddenly, as if he had lost his weight, he was lifted up and thrown to the right, slamming hard onto the metal floor. He felt someone else being pushed in with him, and vaguely realized that he must be in a car. He was dizzy and thought, maybe it was a truck. By the time everyone had squeezed in, the metal floor had tilted slightly. After a few bumps, the door slammed shut and the car sped off.

"Have you searched them?" A raspy voice asked.

"Searched the house."

"Search again."

"But we've seized all their weapons."

"I'm telling you, search again, I don't want more accidents."

The bronze is still dizzy. He felt a few hands grossing at him, and then he swept him over, and there was another flick of the rubbing. His impaired vision was gradually regaining, and his ears were still ringing in pain, so that the sounds he heard seemed to come from far away.

"He's gone." Another hoarse voice said.

"It's the same with everyone else."

"Okay." The first voice said. When he spoke, his throat felt like it was stuffed with gravel. "It's time to call them up for questioning, hey."

The truck shook to the side, probably a turn. The car engine is louder. Bronze felt the car speed up.

"Hey." The hoarse voice repeated.

Bronze felt something move around him.

"That's right, you, I'm talking to you."

Bronze closed his eyelids, then opened them again, blinked, and felt much better eyesight. The bright spots in his vision began to fade away, replaced by oncoming flashes of headlights through the windshield. This is the flow of traffic on the highway. Bronze looked at it, and yes, he was on a truck. There was no seat in the back of the car he was in, and three men with guns crouched at the other end of the car, facing him, and further ahead were the driver and a man sitting in the passenger seat. The man was turning his head to stare behind him.

"Yes, you." The raspy voice repeated. The man was sandwiched between two gunmen. He was a stocky man with thick black hair and a grayish-yellow complexion that bordered on olive. He was about 30 years old, and wore a pair of canvas shoes on his feet, a pair of sturdy loose trousers, and a short riding coat over a delicately made gown, all of which were dark colors. Bronze noticed that the other people in the car were also dressed similarly to him.

The man held the gun, leaned forward, and touched the man lying next to the bronze. Bronze took a look and saw that it was the person he thought was Dai Hongxing.

"You, for the sake of the Bodhisattva," said the man, "sit up and listen carefully." ”

Dai Hongxing was dizzy, and finally sat up and leaned on the edge of the carriage.

Although the bronze ear still ringed in pain, his eardrums felt much better. He could hear the driver complaining. "Another one! Oh my God, these drivers are crazy people. How did they drive, are they drunks? They thought it was a mountain road in Chongqing. They always leaned in front of me. If we get any closer, they'll bump into us......"

The man, who looked like a small boss, ignored the driver's complaints, and kept staring at Dai Hongxing, who was on the left side of the bronze. Lao Yang, who was on the right side of the bronze, also slowly sat up.

"So here's the thing," said the big man, "we know that Bronze doesn't know the woman's whereabouts, otherwise he wouldn't have run around looking for her." But he definitely thinks you know where she is. The man pointed hard at Dai Hongxing. Otherwise, he wouldn't have traveled all the way from Santa Fe to Xining, barged into your home, and waited for you to be interrogated when you got home. ”

Adrenaline was churning through the bronze, leaving him breathless. It all happened so fast. Yet, despite the fact that Bronze was restrained before he had time to resist or escape, and was dizzy and disgusting, he did his best to maintain his composure and pay as much attention as he could to any detail he could.

He had always been fascinated by the man's dark eyes, thick features, and tawny skin. He was confident that it was Japanese, and this group was Japanese, just like the same group last night. Shanghai. All of this has something to do with what happened in Shanghai. He shuddered. But how could this be?

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