"Another one!" The cold hair on the back of Qingqi's neck involuntarily began to stand up collectively, "Could it be that these two murders were committed by the same killer?" ”

Thinking deeply, Haruhi bent down to take a look at the income register, but Hori's hand clenched so tightly that it took a lot of effort to pull out the income register, almost breaking Hori's fingers. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 info Qingqi noticed that Horikoshio's head also turned at a strange angle. It seems that his neck was also twisted, and it must have been the same killer!

Qingqi felt his neck start to chill again, this terrible killer really made him creep. He hurriedly ordered the temple to call again, and asked the special high school to send more people to inspect the second scene. He himself opened the income register, and although he was a veteran spy chief, his heart was still uneasy.

Every day, Nakata returned his secret book to the secret room at around 21:30, and the records in the registration book show that at 21:30 last night, Nakata returned his secret book on time, numbered I-1939-Nakata-7301. Suddenly with a sense of foreboding, Haruhi stepped over Hori's corpse and walked over to the I-Secret Locker, the door of which was open! The key to the combination lock is still on the lock! His scalp began to tingle, and he searched carefully, and the secret book No. I-1939-Nakata-7301 was gone! He froze there, and although he had foreseen such an outcome, he still felt that he was being struck by a muffled thunderbolt. "Eight grids!" He scolded viciously, and when he turned around, he saw another secret officer, Harukichiro Koizumi, standing by the door and probing his brain, so he walked towards him.

"Koizumi-kun, after the colleagues of the special high school finish their work, you should carefully check the entries in the income register to see if there are any documents missing, and report to me before ten o'clock today."

"Hello." Koizumi's heels were together, he stood upright, and took the income register with both hands.

Qingqi returned to his office and sat down in the back chair, a green tendon on his temple began to throb, and he quickly pressed it with a finger, his eyes rolled up like dead fish, and his nerves were about to collapse.

At seven o'clock in the morning, She Manshi, Shixin's contact, had already washed up and came out to buy breakfast. Today there are no joints and no other work, it is a rare day of leisure. The rising sun shone on her, casting her shadow among the shadows of the plane trees.

She lives in a secluded "foreign alley" in the public concession of Linglong Villa on Anhesi Road, where her eyes are delighted with its colorful wall tiles and Romanesque cast iron window railings.

Thirty meters from the left corner of the alley, there is a stall selling tofu brains. Tofu brain - Shanghainese call tofu flower is her favorite. Hot tofu brain with a few spoonfuls of soy sauce, sprinkled with chopped mustard, seaweed, dried shrimp, and a little fragrant sesame oil is a great temptation.

She walked unhurriedly, paying attention to whether there was a tail behind her, everything was normal. As she walked past the Tang Kee grocery store, she couldn't help but glance at the paving board piled up next to the door, which was the message board that Shi Xin communicated with her. Shi Xin is leaving Shanghai tonight, and this message board should be useless, but she still can't help but take a look.

At the top of the plank was a little mouse drawn in chalk, and her heart was beating wildly—it was a sign from Shi Xin that he had put something in that "dead letterbox"!

The old man who sells tofu flowers always picks up a pair of burdens every day, one end is used to heat the stove, and the shelves are filled with spices and chopsticks; At the other end are two buckets of tofu brains, and next to them are folding tables and chairs. He knew She Manshi, she was a frequent visitor here, of course, he didn't know her name, only that she always ordered a bowl of tofu every time she came, and then ate it quietly.

She took out two copper dollars and put them on the table, and the old man brought a bowl of tofu flowers. Today, the old man noticed that the lady was a little absent-minded. Yes, she was thinking about that mark, could it be that something happened to Shi Xin? I can't think about it, what can happen to him with that clever ghost? She hurriedly finished her tofu flower and walked towards the dead mailbox.

It was a secluded U-shaped alley with Anwaji Road at both ends.

Could it be a trap? How many pairs of prying eyes are hiding behind a certain window? Or are there a few agents with guns hidden behind a door?

She'd been through this moment countless times, and she was a little nervous at first, but then she got used to it, and she even liked the thrill of adventure a little bit - that's what she does!

After making sure that there was no tail, she burrowed into the alley. In a mediocre corner there is a mediocre moving brick. Pretending to tie her shoes, she bent down, pulled out a roll of paper from behind the brick, and hurriedly stuffed it into her small bag and hurried home.

When she saw his picture, she blushed. "This guy!" She said with disgust. But when she saw his letter, she was deeply shocked, and then she was full of gratitude to Shi Xin. It turns out that there are traitors in the party! Hidetoshi Nakata, who has been betrayed to the Mei Agency! And Shi Xin has cleared Nakata and the Centipede Gang, helped her clear her ass, and snatched out the secret book that Nakata used to record. But the traitor in the party was only a code name in Nakata's secret book: "Nightingale." Shi Xin didn't have time to investigate, so he could only hand over Nakata's confidentiality book to her first and entrust her to continue the investigation.

She's been exposed anyway, and God knows if Nakata told the other devils about her? Although she is a brave woman, she also does not approve of unnecessary sacrifices, so she must transfer, she must take over with her own leader, the secretary of the **** Huxi Special Committee, report the current situation to him, and then hand over the spoils of Shixin to him - the secret book of the Mei agency agent is a rare treasure trove!

The house of Linglong Villa can't stay, Shi Xin said in the letter, her address has been listed in Nakata's confidentiality book. She had to leave immediately, but she still had a safe house, a place to hide in case of danger. She cleaned up and burned all the documents that couldn't be taken away, leaving only Shi Xin's picture and the secret book. The contents of the secret book were so important that she was worth the risk.

At half past eight, she left Linglong Villa and walked to the road to hail a rickshaw.

In the north of the city, at the headquarters of the Shanghai Dispatch Army on North Sichuan Road, General Qingqi had just finished answering a phone call, and it was General Matsui Ishine, the commander of the Shanghai Dispatch Army. Although he is also a general in the army, Matsui does not have any affection for people like Haruhi who are always in the shadows. What's more, two of Qingqi's subordinates still died in their own "fortress", and Matsui felt unlucky anyway. Despite not swearing, Matsui still asks Haruhi what happened? When can you tell him a result? In any case, Matsui is still Nominally Haruki's boss, so Haruki stubbornly said that he would hand in a complete report within a week, and the truth would come out at that time.

He was worried about the second call. He picked up the confidential phone on the table and called out angrily: "I'm Qingqi." ”

"Hello, General." The person on the other end of the phone seemed to be in a bad mood when he heard Qingqi, and his tone was very soft, no matter how angry you are, you won't send it to this kind of person, not to mention that this call is what Qingqi has been waiting for, "Sun Meizhong's relics are what you want, right?" ”

"Ah, it's Shiqun!" Qingqi's voice immediately became joyful, and although he still had a stiff face, his happiness came from the heart. This is Li Shiqun, the director of the secret service and the minister of police of Wang Jingwei's government that he single-handedly supported, and one of the people he trusts the most. "Coming back so soon?"

"Yes, as soon as Xiaomei had an accident, I set off and fought with the **** guerrillas in Anting." Li Shiqun's voice was calm. In fact, on the way back to Shanghai last night, Li Shiqun almost became a ghost under the ****'s gun.

"It shouldn't matter, Shiqun?" Qingqi thought to herself that this guy was quite calm, he almost died last night, and he still seems to be okay today. Li Shiqun's every move has been reported to him, and no matter how much you trust him, Li Shiqun is also a person who must be strictly controlled.

"It's nothing," Li Shiqun had long known that he had sunny eyeliner around him, but he had been pretending not to know, "Mr. Nakata's matter," he paused, "I'm sorry." ”

This time it was Qingqi's turn to be surprised, Nakata had only been dead for a few hours, and Li Shiqun already knew that this guy had very long ears.

Qingqi smiled bitterly a few times, and quickly staggered this topic that made him unhappy. "Shiqun, as far as you know, is there a person in our opponent who has a very high level of kung fu and can kill a master like Sun Meizhong with his bare hands?"

"Yes," Li Shiqun replied bluntly, "There is such a person, as far as I know, he should be ****." ”

"Really?" Qingqi felt very surprised, but Li Shiqun's words made him unhappy again.

"This person can sneak into your office without knowing it and pinch a master like Nakata to death like an ant!" Every word of this sentence hit Qingqi's heart like a sledgehammer, Qingqi's eyes turned red, but his voice was still calm, "Okay, Shiqun, I'll trouble you about this matter, go and arrest him." I'm going to chop him up with my own hands to avenge Nakata. ”

There was no sound on the other end of the phone for a long time, and it took a long time for Li Shiqun to come back to his senses, "Okay," he also diverted the topic, "I will ask She Aizhen to send Xiaomei's relics over when I go back." With that, he hung up.

"Arrest that person? Oh my! You Japanese don't want to do it, but don't think that I, Li Shiqun, am as stupid as you Japanese! There is a way, but it takes a lot of work, this is a master, it is difficult and difficult to get. Anyway, you don't limit my time, I hold a "drag" word, forgive me and I can't do it! ”