The bar is filled with heart-pounding bass drums, and the noisy air is filled with the smell of tobacco and alcohol.

Ye Qingyan and Di Wei were led by the waiter through a golden corridor and into the hall.

The men and women on the dance floor twisted their waists as if they were electrocuted.

A girl in a miniskirt is fanatically performing a pole dance.

The two sat in the corner booth and asked for two carsberg beers.

Accompanied by dazzling lights, Ye Qingyan unconsciously followed the deafening rhythm of the music and twisted his body.

She looked at Di Wei's side face under the flickering lights, in fact, it was only a few days apart, but Ye Qingyan felt as if they had been separated for several lifetimes.

However, Di Wei, who was a scumbag before, now seems to be more handsome, but he is still a little worse than Li Shaoze.

Ye Qingyan didn't forget what he had to do, which was to remind the Director of the Diwei Secret Service that it was very dangerous, and it was likely to be the inner ghost of the Dark Left, the murderer who killed the five of them.

But she had to tell him in a clever way.

Otherwise, with her current identity, she would definitely arouse Di Wei's vigilance.

The heavy drumming music in the bar became more intense.

Ye Qingyan and Di Wei were like a thousand glasses not drunk, pouring Carlsberg beer into their throats one by one.

She just had to wait until he had some drink before telling him.

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The raindrops in Xicheng District seem to be more dense.

Compared to the city center, it is much more deserted.

Because of the rain, the streets were long deserted, except for a dim street lamp, which emitted light weakly.

There was already a layer of water on the road, and there was a crackling sound when feet stepped on it, and the water splashed everywhere.

A tall and thin figure in a black trench coat, holding a black umbrella, walked down the street.

His face was white, but there was melancholy on his face.

When he reached the door of a two-story mansion, another figure holding an umbrella came out of the alley next to the ancient mansion.

His purple-black studs reflected the dim light.

"Master Xiu!" Shi Mo's tall and thin figure stopped.

"Well, where is Ye Yunran now?"

"Boom!"

Suddenly there was a thunderclap and heavy rain poured down.

The two black umbrellas seemed to be unable to cover the pouring rain, and their arms and clothes on their backs were already wet from the rain.

Shi Mo bowed down slightly, "Master Xiu, that day at Fengqiao Winery, someone saw that Ye Yunran was injured and taken away by Young Marshal Li's Humvee. ”

"It's Li Shaoze again, didn't you track his car?" Huo Xiujie's tone was very cold, and the cold light in his brown eyes rolled.

"At that time, the Dark Left was thrown down from the upper floor, and I was sent to investigate the situation of that person." Shi Mo raised his head, the corners of his lips curled, "Master Xiu, I have successfully penetrated the left wing of the darkness. ”

"Very good, continue to lurk, as long as there is news of Ye Yunran, report to me here.

If it's inconvenient, the dark hole behind the ninth nail on the right side of the old mansion gate is the place where information is transmitted between you and me. ”

Huo Xiujie glanced at the doornail on the door of the old mansion, even on a rainy day, it looked very bright.

"It's Xiu Ye!" Shi Mo bowed deeply to Huo Xiujie, almost ninety degrees.

"Drop! Drip! ”

The horn of the car sounded, and a black Rolls-Royce drove through the rain curtain and stopped beside Huo Xiujie.

The driver hurriedly ran out of the car with an umbrella and opened the door for Huo Xiujie.

Before Huo Xiujie got into the car, he turned back to Shi Mo and said, "Don't let me down." ”