Zhen Wen sat alone in the room, and he couldn't see any fluctuations in his appearance. But the mind expands in all directions, like a spider's web spreading through the mind.

He was judging whether the current situation was true or false, after all, Ade was arrested before him, and it was difficult to say whether there was Sato's intervention or not.

Zhen Wen's thinking jumps very fast, and every detail is filtered to look for possible omissions.

As long as he is foolproof in this regard, everything else can be dealt with temporarily.

He never thinks about it once, even though it's just filtered once for so many years, and there is no mistake. But he still thought about it again, this had long been his habit, and now it was the second time.

Footsteps sounded in the corridor, and Zhen Wen knew it was Imai when he heard the voice.

His steps are very rhythmic, and whoever listens to it the last time and hears it again will guess that it is him.

"Zhen Wenjun, Section Chief Sato is invited."

Imai didn't know whether it was intentional or not, so he asked him to the content without mentioning a word.

Sato's face still hasn't changed, and Zhen Wen's face has not changed because of long-term training.

And he seemed to be born like this.

Some people are born like this, but there are not many people like that. Sato wasn't born either, he was born in a ninja family, and Zhen Wen was still in school when he trained.

Iga was not there, and he left with the drawings. He's not an expert in handwriting, but his friends are.

Sato also knew the man, but not as casually as the Iga relationship.

Li Shiqun lowered his head and thought about things, Sato didn't rush at him at the moment, but Wu Si seemed to have aroused his suspicions.

Digging like this, Li Shiqun was worried that he would wrap him inside. So much so that Zhen Wen came in, and he didn't notice it.

"Steady, sit." Sato is still polite.

Zhen Wen sat down as he was told, Sato was not an impulsive person.

"Section Chief Sato, I don't know how Junko's injury is? I want to go see Junko. ”

Zhen Wen was testing Sato's reaction with words.

Sato pondered slightly: "Although Junko didn't hurt the vital point, I don't know if she can communicate with people. Wait until I ask the doctor. ”

Sato grabbed the phone and dialed the number, he asked Junko about her current condition, put down the phone and let out a long breath.

"Junko is fine, the doctor said that she will recover soon, and you can go see her."

Zhen Wenwen's face was overjoyed when he heard this: "This is good news, I've been worried about Miss Junko, so I'll go over now." ”

"Let Imai take you. You don't have to go in and out of it. ”

"Thank you, Mr. Sato, I'll take my leave first." Zhen Wen said goodbye and left, and went out to call Erbao. The sun is shining outside the door, and there is a burst of warmth on the body.

Getting into the car, Imai said, "Section Chief Sato didn't tell Junko that you were going over, I hope you can surprise her." ”

On the way, Zhen Wen got out of the car and bought a large bouquet of flowers. Flowers have many meanings, and the flower seller said that these were for the patient's speedy recovery, so he bought them.

The hospital is remote and the roads are bumpy. It's a small yellow building with no house number or number.

The plaque on the door reads the four Japanese characters of the Japanese Sanitary Quarantine.

Imai took out his ID, and the Japanese soldier standing guard immediately opened the door.

The car was parked on the left side of the downstairs door, and the entrance was a narrow corridor, and the smell of disinfectant water was in the air.

The doctor took them to a sunny ward on the west side of the third floor, and Imai left with a smile, at least on the surface.

Junko lay on her back on the wooden bed, staring at the ceiling.

Her complexion was pale and lackluster, and her lips were dry and colorless. From time to time, he frowned, enduring the pain of the gunshot wound.

"Is Junko-san here?" Zhen Wen walked to the bed with flowers in his hand.

"Zhen Wen?" Junko was surprised, and a smile appeared on her bloodless face.

"Section Chief Sato didn't say you were coming, don't you think I'm ugly?"

"Who said that, you're still so beautiful. Like the moon in the water, the flowers in the fog, you can watch it without touching. Zhen Wen sent the flowers to her.

"Junko, may you recover soon."

It should be Iwata who cares about Junko the most, and he is not there? Zhen Wen trusts his judgment, just as Mo Lonely cares about Jiang Nan.

"Thank you." Junko smiled and showed a row of crystal teeth, "Do you think it's strange?" ”

"Strange? What's so strange? ”

Junzi Jiao glared at him: "Have you forgotten what day it is?" It's the day of the gun, and I really want to check it out. ”

Junko's words came out, Zhen Wen sighed secretly, obviously Iwata went to the western suburbs. I wanted to leave Mo lonely without embarrassment, but he was still not as good as the sky.

Zhen Wen is not worried, even if Iwata goes, he will return in vain. Unless he made a mistake in judgment, Mo Lonely didn't care about Jiang Nan's comfort.

Zhen Wen understands Mo Lonely, so it's just some regrets. He looked at his watch, and there were still twenty minutes before the two of them were fighting guns.

Twenty minutes, but in an instant.

Mo Lonely was also on the way to the western suburbs, and he did give up the gun before. Jiang Nan's comfort has exceeded his face.

After a night of waiting, Mo came out alone.

He didn't go to compare guns, but the ghost made a god appear near the special high class.

In Mo Lonely's subconscious, Jiang Nan was in a Japanese hospital, and he hoped to hear the news of Jiang Nan.

When Ade fired, Mo Lone glanced at it, and a familiar figure appeared in his eyes.

Although Jiang Nan is wearing makeup, his body shape and steps are particularly different from those familiar movements. Suddenly, Mo Lonely's heart was shocked.

When Jiang Nan turned around, he also found Mo Lonely, because he didn't make up and recognized it at a glance. Jiang Yan turned around and left, she wanted to tell Zhen Wen the news, but she called but was told that Zhen Wen was no more.

Mo Lonely looked at her figure and smiled, Jiang Yan was fine, and he didn't care anymore.

He turned and walked away, walking towards the western suburbs.

The breeze in the western suburbs blows the grass down, the birds are crying constantly, the sun is shining, and the clouds are lazy.

Wu Si led people to ambush in the grass, and they came early and waited for an hour.

Wu Si was very addicted to cigarettes, but he didn't dare to light a cigarette in his mouth. His fingers kept flicking his watch.

"Slow, too slow, can't the fuck be faster?"

The watch didn't move, Wu Si took off the watch and threw it on the ground, leaned against a tree and took out the gun and removed the magazine, and when he saw that it was full of bullets, he pushed the magazine up again.

"Listen, I chose you because you were good at shooting. The reason why I didn't take a skinny camel was because he couldn't shoot well. ”

"Captain Wu, the thin camel is still in the hospital, and you can't bring it if you want to."

Wu Si stretched out his hand and slapped him: "Nonsense." He can't take it with him if he has good legs. Remember, remember. If the trap doesn't work, be sure to hit him in the leg, leg, leg. ”

"Captain Wu, don't worry, where do I mean? You say hit his left leg, I don't hit his right leg. Now it's not a question of whether the legs are or not, the question is whether the assassins dare to come? ”

"Grandma's, who do I ask me?" Wu Si raised his leg and gave him a kick, "If his grandmother's is me, I will never come." ”

"Shhhh

Mo Lonely appeared in the field of vision step by step, in the opposite direction, Iwata got out of the car, waved his hand to prevent others from following, and walked towards the appointment step by step.