When it was just dawn, Fang Buwei woke up. He had wanted to sleep a little longer.

I wonder if my uncle and Director Ma will send someone to the hospital to find me?

Fang Buwei thought about it and got up again.

He took the liberty of losing his trace, not to mention the others, his uncle and Chen Xinran would definitely be worried.

This age!

Those who are used to using instant messaging tools feel very unaccustomed.

The sun had come out, and there were pedestrians on the street, so Fang Buwei called a rickshaw and went straight to Xiao Zaiming's house.

The hospital can't go back for the time being, and if you go back and come out again, it's easy to be suspicious. Fang Buwei went to his uncle's first to talk about the radio station.

Chen Xinran also just got up.

When she saw Fang Buwei, she was first overjoyed, and then looked at the left side of her face, which was still a little red and swollen, and felt distressed again.

"Who!" Xiao Zaiming's voice came from upstairs.

Chen Xinran had a smile in his eyes, but he snorted coldly in his mouth.

"Uncle, it's me!" Fang Buwei responded.

Chen Xinran turned his head and left, and Fang Buwei went up to the second floor.

"Why are you here?" Xiao Zaiming, who had just changed his clothes and was about to go out, asked.

"Tell me something!" Fang is not a return.

Xiao Zaiming sniffed and smelled a smell of wine.

"You're drinking!"

Fang Buwei nodded. Yesterday, he was afraid that Yao Tiannan would call him in for questioning, so he deliberately spilled some wine outside the iron gate and poured it on his clothes.

Although the alcohol in the body is digested, the clothes are still there, so my uncle will smell it.

"You don't want to die!" Uncle drank coldly.

It's only been a few days since he woke up, and it's still his brain that hurts, and Xiao Zaiming is worried about Fang Buwei's body.

"I can't help it!" Fang Buwei followed his uncle into the study.

Hearing that Fang Buwei went to Yao Tiannan in the middle of the night, Xiao almost slapped him twice.

"Is it easy to raise you so big, your father and your mother?" Xiao was trembling with anger, and he even left the radio thing behind.

"I'm also thinking about finding evidence as soon as possible......" Fang Buwei didn't argue.

"Fart!" Xiao Zaiming shouted, "What is the secret service doing, it shows that you can endure it......"

Xiao Zaiming was tired of scolding, took a breath, pointed at him and said: "Next time, I will really find a way to transfer you out of the secret service, don't be a soldier, go to Shanghai to find your uncle......"

"Telegraph in the middle of the night......" Xiao Zaiming muttered, his eyes widened again, "It seems that it is really Japanese?" ”

Fang Buwei was a little puzzled: "Don't you and Director Ma think so?" ”

"According to your inference, I think this is very likely, and Director Ma is also a little skeptical, but Gao Sizhong strongly believes that your inference is in the wrong direction. He thought that Yao Tiannan wanted to blackmail you and let you be his internal ......

Yesterday, Yao Tiannan agreed to the family matter, and Director Ma was also inclined to your inference, and Gao Sizhong also began to be suspicious......

But there is no evidence, it is idle to say anything, we are deliberating, how to test it, let them show more horses......"

"What if I find a radio station?" Fang Buwei asked again.

"You also said that Yao Tiannan is the deputy head of the secret service headquarters, and the search for the radio station from his home does not mean anything, unless the codebook of the messages they sent can be searched together and the ...... can be deciphered."

Fang Buwei was big for a while, and he didn't dare to bet that Yao Tiannan really had a codebook at home.

It seems that there is only one way to track and bug drivers.

looked at the location of the red dot, and it was still at Yao Tiannan's house. But if you can't guarantee that the driver will go out, you don't dare to delay more.

"Uncle, I'm not going to the hospital first, I'll go back to the headquarters first and find Director Ma......" Fang Buwei was ready to leave.

"Yes, you can report this matter to Director Ma and see what he arranges...... But remember to take the medicine! Xiao Zaiming said.

Fang Buwei responded, and when he was about to walk to the door, he turned around, "Xinran seems to have guessed something, I told her about the marriage, and she didn't react......"

Fang Buwei didn't say anything about slapping himself.

It was still early before the time to go to work, and Fang Buwei went to the secret service headquarters in Xiao Zaiming's car.

Seeing that Fang Buwei left in a car, the strong man who followed behind was a little dumbfounded, they didn't ride a bicycle......

Hearing Fang Buwei, he heard the sound of the transmitter at Yao Tiannan's house, and Ma Chunfeng was also shocked: "Yao Tiannan has been a spy for nearly ten years, how can he not be on guard and let you hear the voice of the report?" ”

For this point, Fang Buwei had already thought of the wording: "After waking up, I found that my body was much stronger, strong and light, and my six senses were ...... keen."

Ma Chunfeng raised his eyes and looked at him, obviously not believing it, and Gao Sizhong was even more gloating, meaning that you even dare to deceive the director.

Fang Buwei knew that it was not a way to hide all the time, so he wanted to find an opportunity to show his hand, and today was just the right time.

"Director Rong will forgive me for being presumptuous!" Fang did not take a preventive shot first.

Ma Chunfeng nodded. Gao Sizhong also wanted to see what tricks Fang Buwei wanted to play.

Fang Buwei took two steps back, kicked under his feet, rose in place, rose into the air contrary to common sense, rolled twice in the air, and fell down again. The sound of the shoes falling to the floor was almost inaudible.

Ma Chunfeng and Gao Sizhong glanced at each other, and they both saw the horror in each other's eyes.

When Fang Buwei rolled, his body almost touched the roof. Ma Chunfeng's office is specially renovated, with a ceiling height of at least three meters.

How tall are the courtyard walls of ordinary people's homes?

Even Fang Buwei was taken aback. Tumbling in the air is also his most blessed action. When he was in the hospital the day before yesterday, he only jumped more than a meter on the spot.

It seems that it is still because of the skill, and there is a chance to find a master to practice well.

Gao Sizhong looked at Fang Buwei like a ghost, and circled around him.

"How much strength?"

Fang Buwei looked around, wanting to find something to try.

"Here!" Gao Sizhong patted the armrest of the sofa beside him.

Fang Buwei looked at it, the sofa was made of solid wood, and the armrests were more than ten centimeters wide and five or six centimeters thick.

Seeing that Fang was not moving, Gao Sizhong smiled: "Don't worry, I'll buy a new one for the director if it's broken!" ”

Ma Chunfeng also nodded.

That's what Fang didn't want, and when he walked to the sofa, he didn't see his luck or accumulation, so he slapped it so casually.