Lin Hai put his hands at his side, swinging at his side as he walked. He felt cold at this point, which reminded him of the coat he had left in his office.

When he walked to Yan'an East Road, he met Zhu Muya. The latter opens the door and makes a gesture of please.

Lin Hai got into his car, and at this time, he had no other choice. On the way, Takemuya told Lin Hai that he had been waiting for him for a long time. And Lin Hai didn't respond, he looked at the scenery outside the window, they were all swaying and fleeting in his eyes. And Lin Hai's reaction was expected by Zhu Muya. He asked, pretending to be relaxed,

Lin Hai, which side are you from?

By thy gift, it is neither.

Lin Hai smiled, the corners of his mouth barely tugging at a sarcastic smile, but Zhu Muya was very satisfied. He said to him, "Neither side is the best."

His words reminded Lin Hai of the scene when Lin Zhou left home. The eldest brother, who was half a head taller than Lin Hai at that time, put on his winter clothes and wrapped them very tightly. On that sunny winter day, he got into the rickshaw that his father shouted for him. It was only on that day that Lin Hai realized that he couldn't understand Lin Zhou at all.

He felt as if something was missing now, and after touching his neck, Lin Hai suddenly remembered the khaki mesh scarf that had been left behind in "No. 76".

Mr. Takeki, where's my scarf?

After opening his voice, Lin Hai realized that it was time for him to drink water. He pursed his lips and swallowed his saliva, seeing Takekiya glance at him. Takekiya said to him, forget that one, buy another one.

Lin Hai fell silent, for him, that scarf was really nothing. He just sat in the car and felt empty in his heart, as if an important part was missing, so he remembered the scarf.

The day after they returned to the Japanese consulate, Lin Hai followed Takekiya and met Li Shiqun and Mrs. Li, who was dressed up next to him. He stood behind Zhu Mu Ya, watching them politely compliment each other, and until the end of the conversation, Zhu Mu Ya did not take his eyes off Lin Hai. But despite this, Lin Hai still felt that the "station" was like pins and needles.

After Li Shiqun left, Zhu Muya sat in a leather chair in his office. He closed his eyes, his left index finger tapped on the tabletop, and Lin Hai looked at him leaning against the backrest, looking very tired. He felt that Takekiya's movements were like sending a telegram.

For some time after that, the only sound in the office was the sound of their breathing. Lin Hai felt that he should leave the room, but Zhu Muya stopped him, and he said, Lin Hai, stand there by the window.

Lin Hai did so, and he walked slowly to the window. At this moment, Zhu Muya suddenly smiled, he put his hand in his coat pocket, and said to Lin Hai, lie down.

What the?

Get down!

"Peng!"

The bullet sliced through the air, tearing a hole in the cold wind. The glass shattered in response, and thanks to Lin Hai lying on the ground in time, he survived, only to be embedded in the palm of his palm by a few glass shards.

Shiro Kawamura heard the gunshots and hurriedly rushed into the office with someone. He saw Lin Hai sitting on the ground, his face strained, blood staining his left hand. In the place where the broken glass and wooden floor were shrouded in sunlight, it took on an awkward appearance. Lin Hai didn't cry out in pain, nor did he panic, he just stared at Zhu Muya who was standing beside him.

Zhumuya smiled at him, and he said, Lin Hai, look out the window.

Lin Hai turned his head, and he saw the sun hanging brightly on the broken glass, and the fireball seemed to be shattered. It can't shake the snow that has already fallen to the ground and has piled up into a hill, and its only function is to add a few different colors to this cold winter. After that, his gaze moved to the upstairs not far away, which was a restaurant. Lin Hai couldn't see the sign, but he could smell the smell of meat.

He heard Takekiya order someone to catch the missing member of the hoe team. After a noisy sound of footsteps disappeared, Lin Hai turned his head, and at this moment, Zhu Muya suddenly crouched down and looked at him. He took his left hand and rummaged through his pockets for a while, as if he had some rare treasure to be handed over.

Lin Hai suddenly thought at this moment that if it weren't for his recklessness to pass on the information, Zhumuya should not have closed the net in advance. Perhaps the hoe gang will be able to sense that they have been exposed, and quietly withdraw. Or, Takekiya could have thrown him into a cell and let him stay there for two months. But he didn't do this, but let Lin Hai follow him.

He had a hunch that Takekiya was playing a big game, and he himself was a very important piece in the chessboard.

Lin Hai looked at Zhumuya in front of him and suddenly grinned. Then, he squeezed a hoarse voice out of his throat.

Masaya Takeki, you don't look like a Japanese.

Zhumuya put a silver ring on the index finger of Lin Hai's left hand, and the blood stained Zhumuya's white gloves, which also stuck to the silver ring. After that, Takeki Masaya spoke, and he asked Hae-do Hayashi, what do you think the Japanese should be like?

Lin Hai couldn't describe it, so he quickly changed the subject, and, compared to the fact that Takeki Ya was not like a Japanese, it was obvious that this ring was more attractive to him.

He asked Zhu Mu Ya why he wore a ring, and the latter replied that Zhou Mu was engaged.

I'm Lin Hai, not Zhou Mu.

Takekiya stopped talking. Lin Hai noticed that the ring had a faint reflection when the light fell on it. is like a young man who is not willing to be mediocre, but has been doing nothing, even if there is a shining point, it is insignificant.

Lin Hai tentatively withdrew his hand, and as his left hand made a fist, the flesh-piercing glass was about to touch his bones, and as he stretched his hand, he could perceive the edges and corners of the small broken glass embedded in the flesh.

He heard Takekiya ask him.

Scarf what color you want.

Three days later, Takemuya took Lin Hai to Paramount Gate. The former sat on the sidelines smoking his cigar, while the latter was ordered to dance with a beautiful woman on the dance floor.

Lin Hai looked at the woman who danced with him, the woman was very beautiful and danced well, but he couldn't appreciate it. He couldn't guess what Takekiya was thinking, and he couldn't figure out the identity of this woman. If it's really just a dancer, then why did Takeki Ya choose her to dance with herself?

Lin Hai was a little upset, but he didn't show it and couldn't show it. After a dance, fine beads of sweat appeared on his forehead. When he returned to Takekiya, he saw Takekiya frowning, and then took out a black handkerchief from his jacket pocket to wipe his sweat.

Lin Hai felt that Zhu Muya had a habit of cleanliness, otherwise why did he always carry a handkerchief with him. He let Zhu Muya move, but his body stiffened, and he didn't dare to make any big moves. At this time, Zhu Muya said to him that there were three military commanders here, but they were not from the hoe team, and he wanted Lin Hai to guess who it would be.

Lin Hai said he didn't want to guess.

Why?

Because of the people here, you can move, and if you don't like it, you have to take it away. It doesn't matter if you guess or not.

But Lin Hai soon felt that this sentence was lacking, so he guessed. He said, "I guess the one who just danced with me, and the two who were holding champagne." Catch a few more, and you'll always be caught.

Takemuya laughed, and he said that he liked Lin Hai's words.

When Lin Hai followed Zhu Muya into the car again, Lin Hai's state of mind was very different from before. He knew that there were more than a dozen "military command agents" escorted in the convertible behind him, and he also knew that those people must be certain to die. At that time, it was already dark, and in this cold winter, Lin Hai found that the sound of rain came from the world outside the window, which was three points more than the summer rain, and two points less wanton.

Lin Hai said that it was raining.

Unexpectedly, this sentence, which was supposed to be self-talking, was picked up by Zhu Muya. He said that it was sleet, and if you go out tomorrow, be careful of the ice on the road.

Where to go tomorrow?

To meet our old friends.