After entering the hotel, Fang Buwei went up to the second floor, pretending to be looking for someone, and walked back and forth along the aisle.

When he passed the agreed room for the second time, Fang Buwei quickly put his ear to the door and listened for a while.

There was no one inside.

Lin Zhicheng didn't come?

Fang Buwei smiled and pushed the door open with the doorknob.

It is a private room with a window directly opposite the door and a street below.

Fang Buwei closed the door, didn't turn on the light, walked to the window and lifted the curtain.

He guessed where Lin Zhicheng was hiding and observing.

Spend the belly of a gentleman with the heart of a villain.

If you really want to arrest him, why bother so much?

Fang Buwei took advantage of the light of the street lamp to observe the nearby environment.

There is a restaurant and a cinema across the street, and the best location for these two places is that you can observe the situation in the room you are in.

Movie theaters are too noisy and unsafe.

Fang is not eighty percent sure, Lin Zhicheng is hiding in that restaurant.

He slowly squatted down, holding his fingers and constantly gesturing, looking for Lin Zhicheng's specific location.

The business of the restaurant is not very good, and half of the windows on the second and third floors are dimmed, so they are not swept through one by one.

When he swept to the position on the third floor, Fang Buwei saw an extremely subtle difference.

There was a little more reflection on the glass of this window than on the others, and when I looked closely, there was a dark shadow standing behind the window.

This is not Lin Zhicheng, who else?

Fang Buwei shook his head, lowered the curtains, and walked to the door again and pulled the lamp rope. Walk to the window again.

As he passed, he carried a small vase on his desk......

Lin Zhicheng stood in front of the window, holding a telescope in his hand, staring closely at the door of the hotel and the room on the second floor.

The appointed time has passed, and he has not found that the suspicious figure of Fang Buwei has walked into the hotel.

What's going on?

Lin Zhicheng confirmed the time again.

It's been five minutes.

When he looked up again, there was a light in the room opposite.

Before Lin Zhicheng could take a closer look, the window opposite was suddenly opened, and a figure flashed, as if something else had been thrown out.

What is it?

Before Lin Zhicheng could react, there was a sudden loud noise, the window shattered, and a black dot flew in.

Lin Zhicheng's heart was cold, he kicked hard under his feet, and rushed to the door with a leap, holding his head with both hands.

But after waiting for a long time, there was no sound anymore?

Not a grenade?

Lin Zhicheng raised his head, and by the light of the street lamp, he saw the broken glass on the ground, and the curtains made by the wind-blown hunting.

No matter how stupid he was, he would have thought that the location where he was hiding had been discovered.

What was thrown in?

And who threw it?

Ye Xingzhong?

Is it to warn yourself?

But how did he know he was hiding here?

Lin Zhicheng pulled out his pistol, and after the shot, he leaned against the door and listened quietly for a few seconds.

There was still shouting outside, and there was no unusual movement.

Just because there's no movement doesn't necessarily mean there's no danger.

Do you want to rush out?

Lin Zhicheng looked at the smashed window again.

He crouched a little low, and couldn't see the situation downstairs or across the street, only some blue porcelain shards on the ground, in addition to the broken glass.

Two or three meters away from him, there was also a fist-sized paper ball.

Lin Zhicheng touched a piece of porcelain and looked at it.

It's a vase, and it's supposed to be an ornament in a hotel room.

He picked up the ball again.

You give Lao Tzu a little faster!

That's all there is to it.

Lin Zhicheng gasped violently.

This is Fang Buwei's handwriting.

How did he know exactly where he was hiding?

Lin Zhicheng bent his waist, walked quickly to the window, and glanced down quickly.

Everything is normal.

He looked again at the distance from himself to the other side.

About fifty meters or so, the average warrior can throw such a distance.

But the question is, who can throw so accurately?

Lin Zhicheng secretly suppressed the suspicion in his heart, put the note into his arms, picked up the telescope on the ground, and went out unhurriedly.

Hearing the sound of footsteps in the aisle, Fang Buwei snorted secretly.

If he didn't force him, Lin Zhicheng would definitely be able to wait until dawn.

Lin Zhicheng knocked on the door very rhythmically, and a familiar voice came from inside: "Come in!" ”

It is indeed a square not for.

Lin Zhicheng secretly breathed a sigh of relief, gently pushed open the door, and saw a bearded man sitting on the sofa on the side of the door.

There was no one in the room anymore.

What about Fang Buwei?

Lin Zhicheng was startled, squatted down suddenly, and reached out to touch his waist.

Fang Buwei stretched out his leg fiercely, first tripped Lin Zhicheng, and closed the door with a slight hook of the other foot.

Lin Zhicheng rolled around, half-lying on the ground, the pistol in his hand was facing Fang Buwei.

Fang Buwei leaned on the sofa for the big horse golden knife, and looked at Lin Zhicheng with disdain: "Lao Tzu can't scare you to death, bastard!" ”

Or is it the voice of Fang Buwei?

Lin Zhicheng looked at Fang Buwei's face in amazement.

The face has become larger, the sword eyebrows have become lying silkworm eyebrows, the nose has become an eagle hook nose, and even the mouth has become larger......

The whole face can't see the shadow of Fang Buwei at all?

How is this makeup put on?

Lin Zhicheng suddenly thought of the time when Fang Buwei had put on makeup in front of him when he was investigating the driver's case just after he lost his memory......

"Is it really you?"

Lin Zhicheng stood up, put the gun back into his waist, took two steps forward, and reached out to touch Fang Buwei's face.

"Don't do it much!" Fang Buwei knocked out Lin Zhicheng's hand.

"Hehehe......" Lin Zhicheng laughed happily.

He was really happy.

There was no expected ambush, so Fang Buwei really came to see him alone.

Seeing Lin Zhicheng pounce on him with his arms outstretched, Fang Buwei frowned, stretched out his toes and pressed against Lin Zhicheng's chest.

"If you are a woman, Lao Tzu will hug you, but you are a rough old man, and you are still covered in stinky sweat, so it's better to stay away from Lao Tzu......"

Lin Zhicheng's enthusiasm was washed away, and he gritted his teeth in anger.

"Let's get down to business first!" Fang Buwei rolled his eyes, "After that, let's see if it's necessary to talk about the old ......."

Lin Zhicheng glared at him and sat opposite Fang Buwei.

"My superiors sent me to ......"

"Stop!" Fang Buwei waved his hand violently, "I didn't call you here to let you convey to me the spirit or instructions of your superiors......"

Lin Zhicheng was stunned for a moment.

He always felt that the words "convey the instructions of the spirit of the superiors" came out of Fang Buwei's mouth, and he felt so familiar, as if Fang Buwei was talking about it every day.