After Jing Zhiguo came to the guest room, he put the leather bag he was carrying on the kang table, coughed, blew out the light, and lay down on the hot kang, his eyes widened, and he looked at the room fence in the dark. He was worried that once he closed his eyes, he would fall asleep under the influence of alcohol. Hearing that there was no sound outside, he got up from the kang, got off the kang, stood in front of the kang table, opened his leather bag, and took out a set of night clothes from it. This night-walking suit is made of silk, soft and thick, and it was custom-made at a Chengtian store in Mukden when he was in the Northeast Army Martial Arts Hall. Dressed in his night clothes and wearing a silk hood, he took out a Japanese pistol and a dagger with a carved mahogany sheath from his leather bag, both of which were inserted into his silk belt. Then, he took out a rope of silk with a hook on it, and then he took out the brown paper bag containing the black and swarthy thing that he had pried off the broken shelf of Wang Chun's car during the day, folded it, and put it in the bag of his shirt. I went on the kang again, leaned against the back window and put my ear on the back gable and listened for a while. There was no sound. So he broke the hook that tied him to the window, lifted it from the bottom up, and jumped out of it.

Jing Zhiguo went all the way to the courtyard at the foot of Longwangling in the northeast, four or five miles, and arrived in a flash. He did not take the gravel road facing the courtyard, but crossed the unharvested rice fields to the southeast of the courtyard, and went directly to the mountain behind the courtyard.

Longwang Ridge under the moonlight, the autumn wind is bleak, and there are bursts of whispering. Jing Zhiguo put away his body and jumped under the courtyard wall in the northeast of the courtyard in a few steps. He thought that he could climb into the courtyard through the branches of the oak trees hanging above the courtyard wall, but then he realized that such an idea could never be realized. From a distance, the branches of the oak trees seem to be on the courtyard wall, but when you look closer, the branches are several meters away from the courtyard wall, not to mention that the courtyard wall is connected to the power grid. Now it seems that there is only one way to climb it. Climb the wall first, then look for a chance! Jing Zhiguo took the silk rope from his body, unfolded it, hung the hook rope downward, shook it, and threw it up to the wall at once, and with a pull, he stretched the rope with both hands, bowed his waist, and with only two strokes, his elbow was attached to the top of the courtyard wall. The top of the wall was all glued with broken glass, and on top of it were iron bars with spear tips, and copper wires wrapped around them.

Jing Zhiguo carefully poured his hand from the rope to the wall, avoiding the broken glass on the wall and the copper wire on the iron bar, put his hand as flat as possible, climbed the wall, and then remained motionless, he did not immediately take further action. He first tried to turn his head to the left, then to the right, and searched carefully the dark oak forest behind him, and then raised his ears and listened carefully, and the autumn wind blew on the oak forest, and no other sound could be heard. Jing Zhiguo believed that everything was normal, so he turned his head into the courtyard. The small building in the courtyard stands at the base of the north wall and is connected to the north wall. On the west side of the courtyard is connected to the courtyard wall is a row of cement flat-roofed houses with four or five rooms, and on the south side of the flat-roofed house is a large iron cage that is four or five feet square, the yard is dark, and it is impossible to see what is in the cage, Jing Zhiguo judged that the cage should be the fierce dog. Jing Zhiguo glanced back and looked at the small building. From his angle, he couldn't see the face of the small building clearly, but he could see the corner of the gatehouse with the front door of the small building sticking forward, and he could see the round yellow electric lamp hanging on the corner of the gatehouse, which was the size of a football. Jing Zhiguo let his eyes wander back and forth in the courtyard, hoping to get some valuable clues from it. No, nothing, the whole courtyard is clean. I don't know why, from the moment Jing Zhiguo climbed onto the wall of the courtyard, he had a feeling, that kind of cold feeling. He didn't know if the feeling came from the late autumn weather, or from where.

Suddenly, Jing Zhiguo felt an almost imperceptible cold wind blowing through the back of his neck, although this cold wind was not as shivering as the autumn wind blowing in the oak forest, it made people feel bitterly cold. Almost for a moment, there was a soft sound of dried fallen leaves not far behind Jing Zhiguo, and at this moment, the fierce dogs in the courtyard barked wildly. Jing Zhiguo was shocked in his heart, and he fell backwards and fell down from the wall of the courtyard, how fast it was! But it's too late! Before he could hit the ground on his heels, he felt an even stronger cold wind sweep over the back of his neck. Jing Zhiguo once again fell backwards and dodged the palm that came with the wind! As he fell backwards, he saw the man who had attacked him. The man was not tall, and he was also wearing a black night suit, and his face was tightly covered by a hood, and only two eyes were exposed, which were still shining in the dark night! This attack came so suddenly, and it was not easy to dodge it! At this time, he can not think too much! He leaned back, hooked the two calves of the man in black in front of him with both hands, stood upside down, and smashed his legs down on the shoulders of the man in black. Immediately after, Jing Zhiguo retracted his legs, intending to smash the neck of the man in black. To be honest, Jing Zhiguo was still in the coping stage at this time, he avoided the attack of the man in black, and in a hurry, he didn't want to put the man in black to death. The man in black was not an idle person, as soon as he saw Jing Zhiguo's posture, he knew that Jing Zhiguo was going to use his legs to pinch his neck, and immediately leaned back, but this leaning back was not only over the upper body, but the whole body lay backwards and fell. The black-clothed man lay down and dodged Jing Zhiguo's pincer-like legs, and immediately wanted to jump up by rebounding from falling to the ground. Who is Jing Zhiguo, knowing that his legs can't hit the man in black, so he took advantage of the situation and slapped his two long legs flat on the ground. The man in black who fell to the ground saw Jing Zhiguo's two thighs smashing down from the sky, and immediately changed the strength of the rebound and rolled to the side. Jing Zhiguo's two legs smashed on the mountain ground covered with dead leaves of oak trees. In just an instant, Jing Zhiguo had already stood up from the ground with the strength of landing on his legs. The man in black saw that Jing Zhiguo's kung fu was really good, and he had no heart to fight, so he immediately came to the dragon gate, turned over to the side, and walked away, disappearing in a flash. Jing Zhiguo chased a few steps, how could he still see a figure!

Jing Zhiguo stood leaning against the trunk of the tree, constantly churning the scene just now in his mind, and he couldn't figure out the origin and intention of the man in black just now. Jing Zhiguo felt that the people who appeared here just now should be two people besides himself. One was the man in black, and the other was the man who neither showed up nor made a move. Are these two people in a gang?

Jing Zhiguo decided that the man in black was a woman. Just now, when Jing Zhiguo was about to hit the man in black with his legs, he hooked the two calves of the man in black with both hands, and the muscles of the man in black's legs were relatively soft. Looking at the figure of the man in black when he left just now, it was also the figure of a woman.

Finding nothing, Jing Zhiguo was a little disappointed. It's not a mistake today, but it's really not a success. At this time, the chickens in the town of Longwangmiao crowed, and they came with the autumn wind. Looking at the sky in the east, the sky was already a little white. Jing Zhiguo relaxed his steps and went all the way to the tavern in Longwangmiao Town. When he arrived at the back wall of the tavern, Jing Zhiguo squatted down against the wall and looked around repeatedly, before jumping back from the window that he had jumped out when he came out, fastening the window hooks, and putting all the belongings he was carrying back into his leather bag one by one. He didn't look closely at the purse. He knew that his purse must have been tampered with, and there was no need for him to look closely. He lay back on the kang and soon fell asleep.