At night, Jimo Road is exceptionally clean, and Japanese people in kimonos walk along the street with clogs. In the Japanese izakaya on the side of the road, there was a dark and strange singing, and from time to time one or two drunks in kimonos staggered out of the izakaya hand in hand, and then fell to the ground, laughed and cursed, and then helped each other to get up.

No one noticed that there was anything special about these two men in suits who were also stumbling, and Geng Chaozhong was nagging Japanese loudly while bringing the guy who was following him to the door.

knocked on the door, Fang Zhitong looked at Geng Chaozhong with surprise on his face - it had only been less than five minutes since he went out, and Geng Chaozhong actually helped someone back again.

"Brother, who is this?"

Fang Zhi asked while letting the two people in at the same time.

"A friend of mine got drunk while walking, and I sent him back, you leave it alone. I'll send him up and come down to you later. ”

Geng Chaozhong helped the stranger up the stairs as he spoke, and Fang Zhitong behind him couldn't help but touch his head - there was no smell of alcohol on his body at all, not like he was drunk?

Geng Chaozhong helped the stalker to his bedroom, took off his shoes and socks and looked at them, then picked up a cup of cold boiled water from the table and poured it directly on his face. Who knew that this guy snorted and hadn't woken up yet.

Geng Chaozhong scratched his head embarrassedly - the method that Zhu Fatzi taught him was really good, but the strength was not well controlled, and it seemed to be a little too strong?

Syllable!

Geng Chaozhong slapped him, the guy tilted his head, his facial expression was still dull, and he obviously didn't mean to wake up.

Geng Chaozhong had to open his bow left and right, slapping one slap after another, until his two arms began to go numb, and then Brother Pingtou coughed violently and woke up slowly.

When this person opened his eyes, he subconsciously wanted to scream, but as soon as he opened his mouth, a cup was stuffed into his big mouth, and the "ah" he just shouted was immediately perfectly sealed in the cup. He was just about to retreat with his hands on the ground, but Geng Chaozhong had already jumped up and sat on his waist with his buttocks, and Brother Pingtou couldn't move immediately.

Brother Pingtou opened his eyes wide and looked at Geng Chaozhong in horror - Geng Chaozhong was holding it upside down, and the handle of the knife was about to smash into the glass, this person was so anxious that his forehead was sweating, and his hands kept waving in front of him, signaling Geng Chaozhong not to do anything - nonsense, can this glass stubble be poured into the throat?

Geng Chaozhong's knife handle did not fall, and began to ask:

"I ask you to answer, nod if yes, shake your head if no. Don't try to lie, I've watched 700 episodes of Conan and have at least 600 ways to kill. ”

The guy nodded with a cup in his mouth, although he didn't understand what Conan was, he still understood 600 ways to kill.

Geng Chaozhong nodded with satisfaction and asked:

"You're Japanese?"

Brother Pingtou hurriedly shook his head, Geng Chaozhong did not hesitate at all, the handle of the knife slammed down, and with a bang, the cup was smashed with a muffled sound, but it did not break, but instead went 2 inches deep into Brother Pingtou's mouth, and it seemed to be directly inserted into his throat. Brother Pingtou's small eyes were wide open, his mouth made a uh-uh sound, his chest rose and fell sharply, and the bottom of the cup was dyed white by the air he exhaled.

The glass made in this Republic of China is too thick! If the wall of the cup is nearly 1cm thick, the bottom of the cup is even thicker!

Geng Chaozhong shook his head helplessly, then turned the knife upside down, held the handle with one hand and stabbed it directly with the knife edge, Brother Pingtou's face suddenly turned pale, and his eyes suddenly closed!

However, at the moment when the knife edge touched the cup, Geng Chaozhong suddenly stopped, and said to himself: "It's not good to break the knife edge." ”

Then he turned his head to look around, and when his gaze rested on a large ceramic flower pot in the doorway, the flathead nodded.

"Well, the second question, are you from the Black Dragon Society?"

The flat-headed brother shook his head.

"Man of the Iron Man? Or is it someone from Lok Sin Tong? Consulate's? ”

Geng Chaozhong asked three questions in succession, and the Japanese shook his head and denied it.

"Oh, then it's okay, I was afraid of offending some people who couldn't be offended, but now ....."

Geng Chaozhong raised his knife, aimed at Brother Pingtou's chest and began to gesture:

"I heard that when I poke my lungs, I bleed a lot, and it's not good to stain my tatami mats, so I bought a very expensive ......"

Brother Pingtou nodded again and again, indicating that he completely agreed with Geng Chaozhong's opinion.

Geng Chaozhong frowned, as if he hadn't thought of a perfect way to kill, and Brother Pingtou's eyes had already begun to panic.

"There it is!" Geng Chaozhong's eyes lit up, and he slapped his thigh and said:

"It is said that you bushido has a method of cutting the liver, and the bleeding is relatively small, and it is not so painful, so you can try this."

Brother Pingtou's eyes widened and he shook his head again and again, and after shaking his head, he nodded again and again, and after nodding, he began to shake his head again and again.

"You're messing me up like that! Do you want to poke the lungs or cut the liver, or do you mean to poke the lungs first and then cut the liver while you are not dead? You Japanese are greedy. ”

Geng Chaozhong sighed, raised the knife, and stabbed the Japanese in the chest, seeing that the knife was about to be inserted into the chest, the Japanese was in a hurry, and his hands actually grabbed the knife tightly, and the blood fell down his hands one by one, and his chest was red. But the Japanese man had no scruples, still holding the blade tightly and nodding his head at the same time.

Geng Chaozhong raised his fist and slammed it from left to right, and the glass was smashed out of Brother Pingtou's mouth, and flew out with two molars, but the Japanese couldn't take care of these at all, and as soon as he could move his mouth, he couldn't wait to speak:

"I'm from Lok Sin Tang! You can't kill me! Shopkeeper Tong asked me to keep an eye on the room to see if there was anyone coming and going, and if there was anything unusual, tell him! I don't know anything else! ”

Kid shopkeeper? Although I don't know who this guy is, but since he is a person sent by Leshantang, will it have something to do with Zhang Zongyuan?! According to Boss Liu, Zhang Zongyuan was born in Leshantang, and it was logical for him to entrust the people of Leshantang to do some things.

Geng Chaozhong was stunned, he hadn't gone to look for him yet, but he came to the door?! Geng Chaozhong pondered for a moment, then asked:

"Do you know Zhang Zongyuan?"

Brother Pingtou shook his head, looking at him as if he was lying.

"You know, I don't want to offend the Japanese, as long as you tell me everything, I'll let you go."

Brother Pingtou's expression was relaxed, and he said inarticulately:

"I didn't lie to you, I am a clerk at Tongxin Pharmacy on Anhui Road, a month ago our shopkeeper instructed me that there was a person at No. 246 Jimo Road who owed him a sum of money, and asked me to keep an eye on him to see who was dealing with him, so I came over to stare at the guy who worked in the newspaper, I don't know anything else, I can guarantee it!"

This person speaks authentic Jiaoao official dialect, and at first glance, he has been in Shandong for a long time, if it weren't for Geng Chaozhong's gap in his toes and the traces of passing through the clogs, he really couldn't see anything. In addition, there are indeed many pharmacies opened by Japanese people in the island city, and these Japanese people use Chinese names and speak Chinese, and the locals have long been accustomed to it.

What's more, although this flat-headed Japanese is cunning, he is not very strong-willed, not like a specially trained Japanese spy. If it was a real Japanese spy, it shouldn't be so easy to speak.

If that's the case, there's nothing suspicious. It seems that the only way to ask the shopkeeper is to find out. The point is, if Shopkeeper Tong really has something to do with Zhang Zongyuan, why would Zhang Zongyuan send him to keep an eye on his house? He and Zhang Zongyuan only had a one-sided relationship in old Germany, but Liu Zhixun told him the details of Zhang Zongyuan, so he planned to stare at Zhang Zongyuan, and Zhang Zongyuan had any reason to stare at himself?

No, he didn't stare at himself, but only at the owner of this house, and there was a big difference between the two. Otherwise, this flat-headed brother should not stare at Fang Zhitong, but should stare at himself. So, what does the owner of this house have to do with Zhang Zongyuan?