After getting off the stone bridge and walking forward for another seven or eight meters, Fang Buwei turned his head very casually, saw Huang Jun leaving the railing, and was about to get off the bridge.

The candy paper was still caught between Huang Jun's fingers.

Fang Buwei wanted to see where Huang Jun wanted to throw this piece of candy wrapper.

He took a few more steps, and when he saw a small bush, he poked his head out and looked inside.

There was no one inside.

Fang Buwei put his hands on his belt, pretended to be untied, and got in.

Less than a minute later, Fang Buwei came out from the other side of the bushes again.

The top hat on his head is gone, and he has less than a centimeter of stubble, which looks very energetic.

The suit on the upper body is also missing, only the vest and shirt remain.

But he had a pair of sunglasses on his face, covering his eyebrows and eyes.

At this time, Fang Buwei had already gone around behind Huang Jun.

Huang Jun walked slowly with his hands behind his back, but he didn't see that the candy paper in Huang Jun's hand was gone.

Where did it go?

Fang Buwei glanced back, Bian Congjun and Feng Jiashan were gone, and there were a lot of pedestrians on the stone road, but he couldn't tell for a while, which one was on Feng Jiashan and Bian Congjun's subordinates.

Fang Buwei stretched out his right hand, as if he was wiping sweat, wiped a handful of hair, and shook it on the ground twice.

Feng Jiashan and Bian Congjun's subordinates would recognize him as long as they saw this action.

Sure enough, a tourist in front of him suddenly stopped and beckoned behind him: "He Hui, hurry up!" ”

Ho Hui?

To the Shadow Heart!

Hearing the sound of high-heeled shoes stepping on the stone slab, Fang Buwei subconsciously turned his head and saw a graceful woman walking towards him.

It's not Xiang Yingxin, who else.

Xiang Yingxin didn't stop, as if with a gust of wind, flashed by, and ran towards the man who beckoned to him.

When he passed by Fang Buwei, a piece of paper floated down and landed at Fang Buwei's feet.

It was the piece of candy paper that Huang Jun was holding before.

Fang Buwei glanced at it carefully.

It's a very ordinary candy paper, with a few simple lines printed on it, not to mention words, and there is not even a trademark.

Did you guess wrong?

He was suspicious, and noticed that someone was coming over again, and when he looked up, he found that it was Feng Jiashan.

"Where did it come from?" Fang Buwei asked in a cold voice.

"Huang Jun stuck on a plum tree on the side of the road, and I let Xiang Yingxin pick it off......," Feng Jiashan pointed back.

"Idiot!" Fang Buwei scolded hatefully, "Tie it up for me as it is......"

One glance is enough, why do you have to take it off?

How can Yellow Beach be so idle, take a piece of sugar paper so far, just to add some scenery to Xuanwu Lake Park?

Huang Jun's move is likely to be a guide to the person who handed over the information, and even a warning.

For example, when the spy saw the candy paper, he knew that Huang Jun had the information with him and was ready to hand it over at any time, but Huang Jun didn't put the candy paper, which means that Huang Jun thought that the time was not right.

Feng Jiashan took the candy paper and thought aggrievedly: Isn't this because we are afraid that our eyesight is not enough, and we can't see if there is a mystery on it, so I want you to palm your eyes?

He and Bian Congjun were afraid that there was any information or code hidden on it, and they were afraid that they would not be able to see it, so they took it down and decided to let Fang not take a look.

Feng Jiashan secretly wiped his sweat, called a subordinate, and explained in a low voice.

Seeing that there was no one around, Bian Congjun sneakily touched it.

"Sir's disguise technique is becoming more and more superb......" Bian Congjun looked at Fang Buwei's back with his hands in his pockets, hanging his arms, and following Huang Jun farther and farther away, and said with admiration.

"Who's to say it isn't?" Feng Jiashan nodded.

If it weren't for Fang Buwei's gesture of wiping his sweat, Feng Jiashan and Bian Congjun wouldn't have recognized it at all.

Fang Buwei just took off his coat, took off his hat, and changed his walking posture again, as if he had completely changed a person.

But if you really say it, it feels so simple.

This is also the reason why Bian Congjun and Feng Jiashan admired Fang Buwei.

When a person observes or identifies others, he will first look at the face, and if he can't recognize the face, he will subconsciously observe the clothing, and then the body shape.

Fang Buwei used some of the simplest means to change all three points.

Not to mention Huang Jun, even if a Japanese spy came, he wouldn't be able to recognize Fang Buwei.

After walking forward for more than a mile, seeing that Huang Jun still hadn't moved, Fang Buwei hid behind a rockery and made a fuss for a while.

The waistcoat and shirt were replaced with a short undershirt, and the leather shoes were replaced with wide cloth shoes.

These were all exchanged from the subordinates of the Bian Congjun.

Fang Buwei took off his sunglasses, revealing his face with makeup, looking a little pale and sang.

There was a notice from his subordinates, Feng Jiashan and Bian Congjun naturally knew that this sudden appearance of the old man was Fang Buwei.

This time, Fang Buwei greeted Huang Jun in front.

As if he was tired of walking, Fang Buwei sat on a big rock, unbuttoned his sweatshirt, lifted half of his shirt, and kept fanning the wind.

Although it was dozens of meters away, Fang was not sitting high, and all of Huang Jun's actions were in full view.

As if he was really enjoying the scenery, Huang Jun stopped and stopped, sometimes looking at the lake view, sometimes looking at the flower field.

Fang Buwei looked at the red glow from the western sky, and secretly sneered.

It's getting dark, and I'm going to see if you're going to get there.

This time, Huang Junjiao stayed for a long time, and he also stood by the lake and smoked a cigarette.

Halfway through the pump, a bright light flashed on Huang Jun's face.

Fang Buwei only thought that it was the light and shadow reflected after the rippling water, and he didn't care.

Huang Jun narrowed his eyes slightly and flicked the cigarette butt out of his hand.

The cigarette butt flew to the surface of the lake and fell into the water with a soft "snort" sound.

After throwing away the cigarette butts, Huang Jun turned around again and walked to the flower field by the lake.

Fang Buwei didn't know that Huang Jun was going to start showing culture again.

Along the way, Huang Jun has done this a lot: see the water and sing the water, see the trees and sing the trees, see the flowers and sing the flowers......

Huang Jun, who is not aware of it, does not want to be a professor of Chinese studies, which is simply a condescension.

There are many flowers and trees in the flower field, peonies, peonies, roses, and plums......

But now only the roses are still blooming.

Huang Jun rarely did not chant poetry this time, but pulled off a rose petal, put it in his mouth and chewed it.

"Although the roses are gorgeous, they are still a little less ......"

Huang Jun looked at an old plum tree and sighed.

The driver may not have much culture, but just smiled awkwardly.

Your sister!

You are a traitor who also wears the word "wind bones"?

Fang Buwei scolded in his heart.

He was slandering, and when he saw Huang Jun's movements, his eyes suddenly widened,

Huang Jun took out a piece of candy paper out of nowhere, twisted it into the shape of a flower, and hung it on the thorny bud of the old plum tree.

It just so happens that the candy wrapper is also yellow, and it looks like a newly bloomed flower.

Spy Hunting