More than a dozen people died at once, and they died at the door of the party committee, even if many eyewitnesses said that it was just a very simple traffic accident, but he couldn't stand pondering about it. Everyone will think about it, why don't you get into a car accident early or late, but when it comes to the demonstration, you get into a car accident? It's not such a coincidence, is it?

Anyway, Muralov was muttering in his heart, he knew very well that when he was talking to a certain immortal on the phone just now, someone's tone was not very good, uh, it should be said that it was very bad, and when he heard it, he had a plan not to do good things, and it took less than ten minutes to get full of calculations, and there was such a bad traffic accident, and he did not suspect that there was a problem with his IQ.

But it's useless for Muralov to be suspicious! After preliminary reconnaissance, the car accident was indeed an accident, an accident caused by a frightened horse, and the protagonist of the accident was Bunakov's driver, not to mention that the driver's eldest brother had died on the spot. It has nothing to do with Li Xiaofeng, and it can't be planted on him.

Rao was so Mulalov still felt uneasy, thought about it, and finally couldn't help but dial the phone of a certain immortal in the evening, "Comrade Andrei, when do you plan to solve the problem I reported to you in the afternoon?" ”

Muralov asked this question in a subtle way, in fact, the problem had been solved, he just wanted to confirm whether it was the work of some immortal.

"Oh? Hasn't the problem been solved yet? Li Xiaofeng waved his hand, also knowingly asking.

"Uh......" Muralov didn't know how to speak, and replied that the problem was solved, and it seemed that he could not continue to ask, saying that the problem was not solved. It's talking nonsense again. After thinking about it, he could only deliberately be alarmist. Let's see if we can get a little truth out of someone's mouth: "The problem is getting more and more serious, just in the afternoon, there was a serious traffic accident in front of the party committee, and there were heavy casualties...... After preliminary reconnaissance, it was judged that it may be a man-made ......"

"Oh? Such a vicious incident happened...... "Li Xiaofeng is not a fool, he guessed Mulalov's purpose with a little use of his brain, and said in his heart: "If you want to set up brother, you are still too tender!" ”

"If it can really be confirmed that it is artificial. Then I think it's very likely that this is a plot against our party. Comrades of the Ministry of Internal Affairs can be asked to participate in the investigation, and the murderers must be brought to justice! ”

Li Xiaofeng said it righteously, but Muralov had a toothache when he heard it, Nima, what do you mean by that, kid? Afraid that the world will not be chaotic? Let the disciples and grandchildren of the Man in the Iron Mask interfere, do you want to break the sky?

Suddenly, Muralov was in no mood to beat around the bush, and asked directly: "Comrade Andrei, don't go around in circles for me." You tell me the truth, is this car accident ......"

"What is it?" Li Xiaofeng asked nonchalantly.

Muralov bared his teeth and lowered his voice. Whispered, "Did you exert your influence?" ”

Li Xiaofeng smiled and replied nonchalantly, "So what?" Isn't it? ”

Muralov became more and more helpless. asked in a low voice: "Don't go around in circles with me, not long after I ended the call with you, something happened, you said I wouldn't be nervous...... You give me the truth, let me be a little prepared, and if something happens in the future, I will cooperate with you! ”

Li Xiaofeng was a little unhappy in his heart, why did you cooperate with me, obviously I cooperated with you, if it weren't for your repeated complaints, my brother wouldn't bother to care about any demonstrations, anyway, it wasn't me who was beaten and blocked. You're going to take advantage of yourself first, right?

Li Xiaofeng is a tangled temper, you want to get rid of it, but I'm going to drag you in. At that time, he laughed dryly on the phone, "Didn't I do it at your request?" Comrade Mulalov, it's not that you cooperate with me, but that I cooperate with you! This is also your big face, if you are someone else, I don't bird him! ”

"Nima, you kid is too yin, aren't you!" One can imagine the anger in Mulalov's heart, he didn't let a certain immortal do such a horrible thing. He meant to let people go, don't bother about this, who would have thought that a certain immortal would directly light the powder keg for him, and he would not be informed before the ignition that the countdown had begun.

Muralov really didn't want to get involved in this matter, but unfortunately, he didn't have the right to choose, and the only thing that could make him a little more at ease was that things were indeed done very hidden, and all the responsibility was left to Bunakov, so nothing big should happen.

Of course, even so, he must remind a certain immortal, as the old saying goes, if you are not afraid of 10,000, you are afraid of what happens, be careful to sail a ship of 10,000 years!

"Comrade Andrei, you ...... this way of cooperating" Before he finished speaking, Mulalov sighed first, "Can you not cooperate like this in the future?" If this kind of thing is exposed, it will be piercing! ”

"Why don't I understand what you're saying? I didn't say the accident had anything to do with me! Li Xiaofeng's tone immediately changed, and he flatly denied the incident, "Wasn't the car accident caused by the driver of Bunakov honking his horn?" What does it have to do with other people? How could you make such ridiculous associations? ”

"I haven't said anything about Bunakov and his driver! How do you know the way! Nima, it can be seen from this point that you can't get out of it! Muralov almost wanted to say a dirty word, but after all, it was not appropriate for it to come out of his mouth, so he held back and just asked: "Comrade Andrei, it really has nothing to do with you?" ”

"I'm not a wizard, how can I let people die?" Li Xiaofeng smiled, "But I still have to say, it was a good collision...... This is probably a dog-eat-dog-hair, right? How is Bunakov now, he has nothing to say about the bloody case brewed by his driver? ”

"You'll lose it!" Muralov also laughed when he heard it, and when he heard Li Xiaofeng's sarcastic words, he naturally felt a bad breath in his heart - think about the current Bunakov, I'm afraid he needs to think to explain, and he is the one who is anxious!

However, he also had to hint at Li Xiaofeng, "This time is too sensitive...... Well, I said, in the future, let's try not to do this kind of thing, okay? It's easy to be passive! ”

on this. Li Xiaofeng was very disdainful in his heart: "You are just too timid." If you start with a little tougher. Bunakov dares to kick his nose in the face? For this kind of goods, you have to take fierce medicine from the beginning! ”

"On the medicine?"

Muralov couldn't laugh or cry, how could he have the guts! And in his opinion, the medicine ordered by a certain immortal is already strong enough.

What a fierce medicine! Li Xiaofeng immediately pursed his lips, this is just a temporary method he came up with, and the real fierce medicine is still to come!

"And fierce medicine!" Muralov jumped up in surprise and roared into the microphone, "Comrade Andrei, what else have you done?" ”

"What did you do?" Li Xiaofeng laughed dryly. But instead of answering, he asked rhetorically: "If Bunakov and his gang really engaged in counter-revolutionary conspiracy, would it be possible to eliminate them as a matter of course?" ”

Mulalov's heart was pounding, and he was sure that there must be a reason why some immortal said this, and the most likely thing was that some immortal had already begun to set up a plot against Bunakov.

Immediately, his cold sweat came down, and he had already caused so much chaos after only three little minions were arrested, and if he dealt with Bunakov, with that influence in Russia, it would be an eight-magnitude earthquake!

"Comrade Andrey. Andrei's eldest brother, Andrei's ancestor. Can you please not mess around! Muralov was already incoherent, "Didn't I already tell you this afternoon, now is not the time to clean them up, you have to be patient, you have to wait for the time." We can't be in a hurry until they have a real grasp of their counter-revolutionary crimes, and until they have committed their crimes and caused extremely bad consequences! ”

"I know the way!" Li Xiaofeng snorted nonchalantly, "Isn't it just a bad consequence, and the fact that they want to commit a crime?" Just because they don't do it now doesn't mean we can't do it for them! I've arranged everything," Li Xiaofeng said, looking at the wall clock on the wall, "In about half an hour, their counter-revolutionary crimes will be carried out!" ”

"What!"

Muralov was so surprised that he was about to cry out, so that he trembled like chaff, and he took the teacup on the table, and poured a large gulp of water, but still felt his throat dry. Someone's boldness and madness are beyond his imagination, and even an old fritter like him, who has seen the wind and rain, can't help but feel fear.

"Can you not do this?" Muralov asked dryly.

Li Xiaofeng rejected him without hesitation: "Can't!" ”

After a moment of silence, Muralov seemed to have accepted his fate, sighed, and asked: "So, what kind of crazy conspiracy will Bunakov and his gang plan?" Comrade Andrey, can you please prepare me mentally? ”

Li Xiaofeng smiled and said unconcernedly: "Their biggest conspiracy is, of course, to overthrow our regime. I suspect that they are very likely to have planned a series of terrorist attacks against the Soviets of Workers' and Soldiers' Deputies and the Moscow Party Committee...... So, Comrade Mulalov, you must pay attention to safety! ”

Muralov suddenly cooled down again, his heart brightened, he remembered the afternoon and the reminder he had just given to someone, that the other party must have done something that was indignant to be exterminated. And what kind of evil deeds are most unacceptable to the Central Committee of the Party Central Committee and the Central Executive Committee of the All-Russian Soviets of Workers' and Soldiers' Deputies? That, of course, is a political assassination!

It was time for politicians to flex their muscles, and who wants to be put to an end by a bullet and an assassin? If this really happens, it can really anger all the members of the Central Committee and the Central Executive Committee.

Well, Muralov really wants to smack himself a few times now, and it is clear that someone has no intention of such madness until he reminds someone. It was his big mouth that did the bad thing - unleashed a demon from the abyss of hell.

Muralov was nervous and irritable, he wanted to call someone again and advise him to give up those crazy plans, but he knew that someone was now a king and a man was so determined that it would be difficult for him to turn back!

Just when Muralov was at his most agitated, anxious, and frenzied, he clearly felt the floor shake, as if it had been an earthquake, but soon a dull loud bang hit his eardrums, and a fireball lit up in the night sky, as if something had exploded.

Muralov's heart jumped, and he subconsciously took out his pocket watch, no more, no less. Half an hour will have passed since someone's warning. Go without saying. This explosion was someone's handiwork.

Tut!

Muralov held his trembling left hand, the matter had happened irreversibly, and the only thing he could do was to follow the script drawn up by someone, and after a glance at the direction of the explosion, he prayed in his heart that the casualties would not be too heavy, and then immediately picked up the phone and shook it violently.

"Give me Comrade Frunze's office, and I want to know where the explosion happened just now. Yes, ...... immediately"

When Muralov put down the phone, his face was darker than the bottom of the pot, the site of the explosion was the Moscow Soviet of Engineer Deputies, although the exact number of casualties is not yet known, but the violent explosion destroyed half of the building, you can imagine how staggering the number of casualties will be.

"Go to the City Soviet at once!"

Muralov picked up his coat and top hat and hurried out of the house, and by the time he arrived at the city Soviet, the site had already been cordoned off by workers' pickets. Frunze is inspecting the scene.

"Comrade Mikhail, how many casualties?" Muralov is now only concerned with this issue.

Frunze glanced at him. There was no expression, just a faint reply: "For the time being, I can't give you a specific number, I can only say that compared to the tragedy of the scene, the casualties are not particularly large, because it is late at night, there are not many comrades working in this building, most of them are slightly injured......"

Before Frunze could finish his sentence, a broken human thigh fell from a branch beside him, startling Muralov.

Frunze glanced at the stump, still very calm, for a soldier like him, such limbs are too much: "It seems that at least one person has died!" ”

Muralov could only cover his mouth and nose and nod silently, now, he hated a certain immortal in his heart. But since he came, he couldn't leave, so he could only follow Frunze and continue to check the scene.

As the clean-up work got on track, fragmented or charred human remains were constantly being found, and of course more of the wounded were bleeding from their heads, but the only good thing was that most of the wounded were not in danger of life, and they were enough to be at the scene of the explosion at the time of the explosion.

"Comrade Frunze, we have discovered!"

A worker picket dragged out a tattered garment from the pile of rags at the scene, and it should be said that it was now a pile of rags with flesh and blood. I saw him dig through the rags and take out a small notebook that was mostly burnt.

"What is this?" Frunze asked with a frown.

The worker picket opened the small notebook, glanced at it, and sighed in surprise, "This is a party membership card!" ”

Muralov sighed first, and then subconsciously asked: "Who is this comrade who unfortunately died?" ”

The picket was stunned and cautiously replied: "Comrade Mulalov, this deceased man is not our comrade, he is a Socialist-Revolutionary!" ”

Muralov raised his head in surprise, he immediately realized that this should be the foreshadowing left by a certain immortal, and immediately ordered: "What? Show me! ”

As a result, the pickets handed over the blood-stained half-crippled party membership card, and Muralov endured his nausea and looked at it carefully, although most of the documents had been burned, but the photos and names on them were fortunately preserved.

"I know him," Muralov handed Frunze his party membership card, "he is Bunakov's secretary!" ”

As soon as he heard the name Bunakov, Frunze also immediately attracted attention, he knew everything that had happened in the past few days, Bunakov had a car accident in the afternoon, and then the secretary was killed in the evening, how do you look at it, it looks like there is a conspiracy!

As a victim who had learned how deep the water was in Moscow, Frunze immediately closed his mouth and did not express any opinion, of course, in fact, he had nothing to say, because there were too few clues to draw any conclusions at all.

But Muralov is different from Frunze, he knows everything that a certain immortal wants to do, and naturally knows that the little secretary who was killed by the explosion is the foreshadowing laid by a certain immortal. As a person who got on the thief ship, he had no choice but to ask: "Ask the comrades present, has anyone ever seen this secretary, I would like to know what he is doing in the city Soviet in the middle of the night?" ”

Frunze glanced at Muralov in some surprise, and then his brow furrowed, as if he was thinking about something. This action made Muralov's head a little big, but he had no choice now, he could only continue to ask: "Can you be sure that it is the place where the explosives were planted?" ”

The picket, twisting the rag head, pointed to the center of the rubble, "According to our preliminary investigation, the explosives appear to have been planted in the middle of the conference room, that is, under the conference table, but ......"

Mulalov's heart skipped a pound and asked, "But what? ”

The picket lifted the cloth in his hand and said, "Judging by the scorch marks and chipping on the remains of the corpses and clothing, it seems to be ...... Seems to ......"

Now even Frunze was in a hurry, "Don't rub it off, if you have something to say, hurry up!" ”

The picket smiled bitterly, "From this phenomenon, we can draw a conclusion, that is, when the explosion occurred, this secretary was quite close to the explosives, and the explosion almost happened next to him......"

As soon as this conclusion came out, Muralov and Frunze immediately looked at each other, and it was obvious that, judging from the current situation, the little secretary who was killed seemed to be the one who planted the bomb...... (To be continued......)