Coming out of the newspaper office, Qinghan walked directly into the teahouse opposite.

Walking up the wooden stairs, Zhao Nan smiled and slammed to the ground: "Thank you Miss Qinghan, you have done us a great favor." ”

Qing Han smiled faintly: "I don't believe that Officer Xiaowu will be a serial murderer, I just want to help him once." ”

Zhao Nan nodded: "You have helped us a lot. ”

The two of them sat down by the window, and Xiao Er served tea and a saucer of dried fruits.

"You ......"

"You ......"

The two of them said in unison, and smiled lightly: "You say it first." ”

"Miss Qinghan, don't worry, I will definitely protect you."

Qing Han pointed to the staircase and said, "There are people from our Baoqing Gang downstairs, and Huang Ye has handed over all the manpower here to me." ”

Zhao Nan secretly admired that the cool girl on the Hankou dock in the past has now grown up, steady and mature, organized, bold and careful.

If you ...... I can't think about what if, she and him are two parallel lines of life, meeting by chance, each extending into the distance, never intersecting.

The two of them sat opposite each other, drank some tea, and Qinghan pinched a small walnut in her hand, the walnut skin was very thin, and she pinched it with a long and long plucking sound, but she didn't eat it, just kept pinching it back and forth.

Zhao Nan asked, "You're a little nervous." ”

"Yes, I'm worried that Fang Qingyang is the real Fang Qingyang, not a shadow, this kind of thing is too unbelievable. But if it was worried, Xiao Wu's grievances would be even more difficult to clear. ”

"Xiao Wu, his uncle always has a way to keep him, it's a big deal to go away, and no one will look for him in the sky."

"It's not the same. Even if he will not be sentenced and will not lose his freedom, but he will lose his pursuit of his dreams, Officer Xiaowu likes to be a police officer very much, likes to investigate cases, when I first met him, I thought he was a little yin and yang, in fact, he is still very sincere, I realized my dream, and I hope he can have the opportunity to continue to be a policeman. ”

Qinghan's eyes were sincere, which made Zhao Nan a little embarrassed. He lived too long, became more and more sleek, and although he had good intentions, he was less vigorous than a real young man.

Dreams, ideals, feelings, these things are worthless in his opinion, he has the length of life, but he has never thought about the breadth of life.

Just as he was pondering, Qinghan pointed out the window and said, "He came out." ”

Sure enough, Fang Qingyang came out with a briefcase and beckoned to call a rickshaw.

"Is it really a shadow?" Seeing this person come out without a trace of fear in the sun, he couldn't help but talk to himself.

"It's a shadow, and later you will find that under the sun, he has no shadow, because he is a shadow himself, but now this shadow has replaced the main master." With that, Zhao Nan got up, "It's time for you to continue playing, Qinghan." ”

He didn't say Miss Qinghan, the current Qinghan is already a partner who can fight side by side in his eyes.

Fang Qingyang came out after making a phone call in the coffee shop, and his eyes kept drifting towards Dahua Yangxing.

Soon, a slender figure appeared, and Fang Qingyang stood behind the plane tree, carefully observing the woman.

The woman walked into the hall of the foreign store naturally.

This woman is indeed from Dahua Foreign Company, and she is indeed going to the newspaper office to contact the advertising business. But why did she mention Lao Chen? How much does she know?

Fang Qingyang looked around and didn't find anything abnormal, so he walked slowly along the edge of the road under the tree.

Since it was late autumn, the leaves of the plane tree had already fallen, only the branches were left pointing straight to the sky, there were no leaves to block it, the sun was still very strong, but it was already better than other places, after all, there was still a little shadow.

If one looks closely, one will see that the shadow of this person in the sun is very faint, like smoke, as if the wind will disperse when the wind blows.

An old man in ragged clothes swept the edge of the street with all his might.

The edge of the broom swept to Fang Qingyang's feet, and he glared at the old man, finding that the old man was looking at him in a daze. Fang Qingyang suddenly realized something, and hurriedly lowered his head to look at his shadow, and sure enough, the old man stammered: "Ghost, you are a ghost, you have no shadow." ”

Fang Qingyang hurriedly looked around, this was on the street, people came and went, he didn't dare to let the old man continue to shout, and said in a low voice: "What, your eyes are dazzled." ”

"No, you can't see your shadow at all, you're a ghost."

The old man was leaning and couldn't see his appearance clearly, but he didn't give up.

Fang Qingyang was anxious, worried about being discovered by others, so he hurriedly took out two silver dollars and stuffed them to the old man: "Take it, don't bother me." He waved to the distance: "Rickshaw." ”

The old man saw him hurriedly get into the rickshaw, worried about the silver dollar in his hand, shook his head and smiled.

"Demon, you are uncomfortable."

Fang Qingyang got into the car like a run, and the coachman ran away, he looked back at the back, but found that the old man who was sweeping the floor was gone!

In just a moment, where can that person go?

Fang Qingyang thought about it and said an address to the driver.

A black sedan followed the rickshaw not far away, and saw the car stop in an alley.

Fang Qingyang stood in front of the door of a house, stretched out his hand and knocked on the door, and after a while, the door opened, and a person probed out, as if talking to Fang Qingyang.

Zhao Nan had already stopped the sedan in the distance, changed into a long shirt, wore a top hat and talked to the people at the cigarette stall at the entrance of the alley, and when he saw the man probing out, he had already seen the person's appearance clearly: this person he knew, a market in Shanghai, known as helping people eliminate disasters and peace, all called him Long Er, and they had fought with Ye Liang before, but they all ended in failure.

After a while, Fang Qingyang came out, he stood at the entrance of the alley, called another car, and went straight to his house.

Zhao Nan drove behind him, he looked out the window a little casually, and suddenly wondered what was the relationship between Fang Qingyang and Long Er? This case is so big, Ryuuji has been in contact with him in the past, and his ability is insufficient, so he can't be the mastermind behind the scenes. And Ryuji ...... It's not good, Ryuuji has always been at odds with Wei Han, I'm afraid that he has investigated a lot of Wei Han inside and outside, and he must be able to know that Light Han and Wei Han have a lot to do with each other. Thinking of this, Zhao Nan hurriedly found an intersection to turn the head of the car and went straight to Dahua Foreign Bank.

It was already noon, and Qing Han walked out of the foreign store, planning to go to a nearby coffee shop to have a light meal. A Chevrolet car drove in the distance, Qinghan didn't care, the car got closer and closer, but the speed increased. Qinghan stopped, she seemed to realize that something was wrong, and looked forward and backward left and right, at this moment, the car had crashed towards Qinghan.

Zhao Nan sighed, moved as fast as he could, and saw a figure flashing, Qing Han had been gently taken away, and then several young men in short coats ran out of the shops on both sides, and surrounded the car that hit the curb of the road.

Zhao Nan stood still, his hands naturally clenched into empty fists. He knew that those who must be the Baoqing Gang, Qinghan no longer needed her hero to save the beauty, she knew what she was doing.

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