He Zifeng had injuries on his body, and several people on the Japanese side were staring at him, but even with Kato Yuya's vicious eyes, it was difficult to see at a glance where the scar came from. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

There are a lot of scars on his body, no less than a dozen horizontal and vertical, a clock repairer should not have so many injuries, but He Zifeng just has, two rows of black shirts a total of 10 people, took out 10 daggers that are bright and dangling, He Zifeng Every time he takes a step forward, there are always two daggers that fall on his body, bringing out two dazzling blood marks.

When he walked to the seventh master, he was like a bloody man, the seventh master sat upright, his face was dark, he asked, does it hurt?

He Zifeng shook his head, took the tea bowl handed by the black shirt, held it with both hands, knelt down on one knee and said, Master, drink tea!

The seventh master took a sip and said loudly, good tea! After that, he stood up, walked to the desk with He Zifeng, and put on the incense again, at this moment, there is no more incense in the incense burner, exactly 6 sticks.

The two black shirts stepped forward and treated He Zifeng's wounds, and then bandaged him and put on his clothes, the seventh master saw all this in his eyes, and he said to everyone, Jinzifeng joined my Green Gang, which made my Green Gang like a tiger, but everything can not be an exception, those who have just joined the gang cannot be promoted without achievements, Zifeng, you have no opinion, right?

He Zifeng shook his head with a smile, uniting all the forces that can be united, Li Mei's words are still in his ears, he doesn't care what kind of position he can reach in the Green Gang, as long as he can enter the Green Gang, in addition to being able to have a backstage, that is, he can unite some forces.

The applause rang out again, the seventh master pulled He Zifeng into his seat, and in the applause crowd, only Tu Tianchong stood up, and he looked at He Zifeng's gaze revealing a kind of reverence that others couldn't understand at all.

Kato Yuya raised his glass and touched it lightly with the seventh master, listening to the seventh master's voice just now, it seems that he knows He San's parents, I think there must be a lot of stories in this, right?

He Zifeng on the side was awe-struck when he heard this, he looked at Yuya Kato, and the gloom revealed by his eagle eyes was like a cold light in the cold wind, which was heart-wrenching. At the moment, he smiled and said, Chinese talk about generation, my little seventh master has two strings, and he is naturally the same generation as my father.

The banquet was particularly enthusiastic, many people got up and walked to the table of the seventh master to toast, He Zifeng had a limited amount of wine, and he also drank a lot this night, and when the banquet was over, he refused the kindness of the seventh master's escort and chose to go home on foot.

The night breeze was light, the French plane trees on both sides of the road swayed lightly with the wind, He Zifeng looked up, and the crescent moon hung in the air, as if a smiling eye was looking at the world below.

Isn't it wonderful? No, it's not good at all, so why are you laughing? Are you laughing at this devastated world, or are you laughing at the people who are struggling to survive?

The corners of He Zifeng's mouth showed a wry smile, in this battlefield full of crises but without gunsmoke, he was just an inconspicuous drop of water.

He suddenly remembered a man, a resounding name, who had transmitted hundreds of valuable pieces of information during the White Terror, who had also saved the lives of hundreds of Communists in the Holocaust, who was also an outcast, but who had built a huge intelligence network, and who also had a very incomprehensible code name - "Sunflower"

Why is it called sunflower? What does his code name mean?

He Zifeng was a little upset, and unconsciously, he walked to the mouth of Dongqiao Hutong, the light in Li Mei's room was on, thinking that he had come back, he paused at his feet, and finally chose to go inside.

The mailbox on the wall tonight is thought to be a devouring black hole, He Zifeng looked at the faint marks on the wall and stretched out his hand.

The identity of the traitor has been confirmed!

A few simple words, but it made He Zifeng's heart beat a few times, the hoe team has lost a trace since that breakthrough, and the whole of Shanghai has been very peaceful recently, but this gives He Zifeng the feeling that it is just the calm before the storm. Now that the identity of the traitor has been confirmed, it is time for him to act next.

Gently climbed the window sill on the second floor, the window was not locked, Li Mei seemed to know that He Zifeng was back, and when He Zifeng entered the room silently, Li Mei, who was leaning on the head of the bed, said softly, You are here.

is still the set of silk pajamas, obediently attached to Li Mei's body, setting off her figure exquisitely.

"You seem to be a little drunk." Li Mei turned her head to look at him, and her voice was soft: "Shall I pour you a glass of boiling water?" ”

"Okay." He Zifeng sat down indifferently, he looked around the room, and suddenly smiled: "Before I moved out of here, I lived in this room, and there are many memories of me here, especially my father. ”

Li Mei's hand pouring water paused, she remembered Kato Yuya's words at the banquet, and couldn't help asking, "Your father and Jin Qiye...... Do you really know? ”

He Zifeng took the water cup handed over by Li Mei, but he was thinking in his mind, he was a strict person, so strict that he could doubt others just by saying a word from others, and Li Mei's words just made him suspicious.

Outcasts have always been independent individuals, and there can be no intersection between individuals and individuals except for the exchange of information, and now, Li Mei has broken this, and she wants to know more information about He Zifeng by asking.

"I don't know, in my memory, I don't know the seventh master, and I haven't seen him have any contact with my father." He Zifeng took a sip of water, and his answer was unusually bland, even revealing a trace of dissatisfaction.

Li Mei stopped talking, she sat back on the bed, and quietly looked at the man in front of her.

looks a little old-fashioned hairstyle, thick Qi bangs, soft facial lines, ordinary facial features, it seems that in addition to height, He Zifeng has nothing worthy of special attention, but Li Mei feels that He Zifeng has a special charm.

What is it?

She thought about it, maybe it was the unique cloud and light breeze.

I vaguely remember that day at noon, the winter sun was still good, and the slightly pedantic man stood straight at the door, staring at himself with straight eyes, unscrupulous but clear.

It was also at that afternoon that after getting in the car, I turned around by chance and saw the silhouette of the slightly trembling figure, staring at the mailbox not far away.

It was at that afternoon that Li Mei was almost certain that He Zifeng was the partner she was looking for, the partner that Sunflower said.

After a few contacts, He Zifeng was like a pool of undisturbed lakes, no matter what he encountered, he always faced it indifferently, but he resolved the crisis again and again, opened up the situation step by step, and let things develop in his favor.

"What are you thinking?"

He Zifeng's tone was still flat, Li Mei was excited, and then reached out and stroked the long hair next to his ear, and said softly: "You came, you want to ask the traitor, right?" ”

He Zifeng's eyebrows twitched a few times, and the room fell silent again.