When I woke up, the rain had not stopped. It was overcast, a black cloud, and the dim sky light entered the house, and it was impossible to tell what time it was for a while.

The thunder was gone, and there were a few thunderstorms last night, but I didn't hear it again when I slept deeply. Huo's left hand went to the side, it was empty, and there was no residual warmth, that person should have gotten up and left a long time ago. He sat up with some difficulty, limped to the bathroom to wash, and when he brushed his teeth, he heard the table clock downstairs ring ten times, and a tofu seller shouted from the alley.

He took a white cotton and linen shirt from Shen Yigong's closet, as well as suspender pants. The weather was damp and stuffy, and the wound was painful and itchy, Huo Zuo scribbled his hair to the sides of the mirror embedded in the wardrobe, and then slowly walked outside.

On the third floor, in addition to the master bedroom and bathroom, there is a room opposite. He paused at the door, and saw the people in the room sitting at their desks, hunching on their desks. Huo Zuo knocked lightly on the door: "Hey." ”

The person at the table turned his head and lifted the glasses on the bridge of his nose: "You're awake." ”

"What about Shen Yigong?"

"Went to the market early in the morning. Oh yes, he told me to remember to change your dressing. Song Qi said, took off his glasses and was about to get up, but saw Huo Zuo walk in directly, propped his hand on his desk and looked down at the book he was writing, and asked casually: "Is there any smoke?" ”

Song Qi saw him standing there, almost stopped his way, and replied when he heard the words: "You still want to smoke?" ”

"Yes or no?"

He hesitated, and pointed to the second drawer on the left, Huo Zuo was not polite to him, and neatly opened the drawer and took out a cigarette from the big front door inside.

Don't forget to ask Song Qi: "What about the fire?" ”

The little writer who was sitting there was sent by God to polish the match for someone and help him light it. It wasn't until the other party spit out the first puff of cigarette that he realized it later: "Isn't it okay for you to recover from the wound like this?" If you want Shen Yigong to know, you must blame me. ”

Huo Zuo leaned against his table and chuckled with a cigarette: "Are you so afraid of him?" ”

"That's not either."

Next sentence.

"Have you slept with him, then?"

Song Qi almost choked on saliva, he coughed, the corners of his eyes were slightly red, and before he could come back to his senses, his chin made Huo Zuo raise his hand and lift it: "Good looks...... It's on par with when I was younger. ”

"Did you misunderstand something? I, I'm with Mr. Shen, we-"

Huo Zuo interrupted him: "You don't have to explain to me, I know that you are the one, you can see it at a glance." Although we are not quite the same. I don't know much about women's things. ”

Song Qi's expression was subtle: "Do you know that what you say now makes me feel embarrassed?" ”

Huo Zuo turned his head and spat out a puff of smoke: "So, have you slept?" I'm just casually asking. ”

"I've heard a lot of 'stories' about you, and because I've heard about you, the truth is up for sure, but no matter who it comes from, there's a common thing about you, you're a cruel tyrant. Do you think that my shallow knowledge of you will lead me to say some answer that angers you? ”

Song Qi's words made Huo Zuo laugh: "What did you say?" ”

“…… Can you, stop laughing? ”

"I'm not that intimidating, little writer." Huo Zuo flicked the cigarette ash into the ashtray on his desk, raised his uninjured hand and patted him on the shoulder, "I won't throw Shen Yigong's friend into the Huangpu River." ”

"If you say so, then we did ...... many years ago" Song Qi said as he cautiously looked at Huo Zuo's expression, but his voice became softer and softer, "Slept." And he does...... Very, big? ”

Huo Zuo had a subtle and eerie smile on his face.

"Do you feel upset when I say this......? But we're friends now, and I have a lover, and although he's often gone, he's alive and coming back to me one day. ”

Huo Zuo took a sip of his cigarette, and after he pressed the small cigarette butt into the ashtray, he raised his hand and patted Song Qi's face, and said to him, "Okay, come and help me change the bandage." ”

Song Qi still felt a chill behind his back, but he still nodded and stood up: "Okay." ”

When the two of them walked towards the master bedroom, Huo Zuo shook off another sentence lightly: "Little writer, when you look back in the future, you will realize that just now may be the closest you are to death." ”

Song Qi was stunned when he heard the footsteps, Huo Zuo saw that no one was keeping up, turned around, and suddenly smiled again: "Don't panic, I'm joking." And added, "How could I attack Shen Yigong's friend?" ”

When they walked into the room, Huo Zuo glanced at Xiao Song, who was too restrained, and beckoned to him: "Come here." ”

The other party took out the medical box from the drawer, and when he unwrapped the bandage for Huo Zuo, he thought about it and said, "Actually, I lied to you." ”

Huo Zuo turned his back to him, his hand pressed lightly on the side of his back shoulder blade, and listened to the inhalation sound of the other party's antiseptic solution touching the wound wound.

"I haven't slept with Shen Yigong. Of course I know he's big because ...... You know, sometimes people do stupid things. It's just that some people are stupid to the end, and I stopped. ”

"I don't care who he slept with." Huo said with his left back to him.

"You're not like that."

"I really don't care."

"You're lying."

Song Qi wrapped the bandage around his body little by little, as if he didn't care what he did with people who disobeyed him. Huo Zuo smiled again, and he turned his head to look at the young man: "Aren't you afraid of me?" Obviously, you panicked just now. ”

The little writer shrugged his shoulders: "I'm not afraid after discovering that you're just an ordinary person who sulks and gets jealous." ”

Huo Zuo frowned slightly, and he retorted: "I'm not jealous. ”

"So who is the person who just calmly wanted to throw me into the Huangpu River?"

"I didn't." He still said so.

Song Qi didn't bother to argue with him, he shrugged his shoulders as if he didn't care: "Say whatever you want." They say you're scary? What is the difference between you and others? ”

This sentence was too unfamiliar to Huo Zuo, he sat there, and there was a sense of helplessness in front of this young man who didn't know what to say. The rain was still falling outside, and the raindrops were "clicking" on the window. In this rainy day, Shen Yigong rushed to the hidden bookstore located in the east of the city wearing a raincoat.

Lao Lu and other comrades have been waiting for him here for a long time.

Shen Yigong told them all the information brought by Huo Zuo, and explained the relationship between Cheng Changyu's two daughters and You Yiman and others. The newspapers controlled by the Japanese side in the public concession published an article this morning, portraying Cheng Changyu as a hero who was not afraid of hardships and dangers and still fought on the front line after Huo Zuo and his wife were attacked and killed. He was discharged from the hospital last night and went home with his two daughters. There are a lot of secret service officers stationed around to patrol and guard to prevent retaliation.

In any case, the huge wealth carried by these two girls must not fall into the hands of the Japanese side, and everyone in the organization can reach a consensus on the matter of rescuing them to board the plane and go to the United States.

Lao Lu also said: "If this operation is successful, we will have a clearer understanding of the arrangement of the Japanese spy division in the public concession, and it will also be very beneficial for planning a counteroffensive in the future." ”

Tomorrow's plane will be at 3:40 p.m., and after everyone has made a clear division of labor and plans, they will leave to carry out their own tasks at hand.

Shen Yigong finished the plan with them, found out where Cheng Changyu was, and arranged where his two daughters were. When he returned, it was midnight, and when the rain finally stopped after a day and a night, he walked to the door with an umbrella, and most of the family had already slept.

Shen Yigong went into the kitchen to heat up the bowl of noodles, and suddenly heard a rustling sound behind him, pulled out the gun and turned around, facing Huo Zuo and put down the gun with a sigh of relief. He slammed the gun on crutches on the cabinet next to the kitchen door: "Are you so vigilant at home?" ”

"Do you draw a gun when you're a guest at someone's house?"

Just as the water was boiling, Shen Yigong inserted the gun back, turned his head and brought the noodles from the pot to the table. He glanced at Huo Zuo's gun on the cabinet: "Also, this is my gun." ”

“…… I heard a voice downstairs just holding it in my hand. ”

"I hid it in the mezzanine at the back of the closet."

"Really? So how did it get to me so easily? Huo Zuo flicked the barrel of the gun and pushed the safety back again, "This gun is definitely not as well hidden as you think." ”

Shen Yigong raised his face and glanced at him, but did not answer. Huo Zuo walked to his desk with the gun in his hand and a cane, put the gun in front of him, sat down with him, and asked him, "How is tomorrow?" ”

"It's arranged. Cheng Changyu took his two daughters home, which is a residential area, and the road conditions are relatively complicated, suitable for hiding, which is beneficial to us. Tomorrow morning at 10 o'clock in the morning, the car will wait at the street corner and drive directly to the airport. He glanced at the revolver, raised his left hand and pushed the gun in front of Huo Zuo, "This gun is for you if you need it." ”

Huo Zuo was not polite to him, and after putting away the gun, he continued to ask: "Is your person reliable?" Cheng Changyu will definitely arrange for the army to be at home in case we take Xinyi and Yaya away. ”

"Reliable. Have you forgotten that we are a bunch of people who eat by faith, and you can't find anyone more reliable than them. ”

Huo Zuo was pierced by his soft thorn and showed a smirk: "Yes, you eat by faith, and I only have the most cruel means of survival." I asked about 'reliability' not 'credibility', I wondered if these guys would be able to get them to the airport alive? Dead people are of little use, no matter how great their faith is. ”

"I'm the one in charge of picking up Xinyi and Yaya from the apartment." During the conversation, Shen Yigong had already used up his dinner in a hurry, he put the bowl into the sink and looked back at Huo Zuo, "Is it credible?" ”

The other party looked at him calmly, and after a while, he stood up with difficulty and replied to him: "Credible." ”

That's how it was arranged.

When they slept at night, the two of them were still separated by such a distance, and neither of them said a word. When Huo Zuo woke up again the next day, Shen Yigong hadn't left yet, he was standing in front of the wardrobe and rummaging for a while. Huo Zuo sat up and said to him: "With that point four or five caliber, I have a good idea of the training style of Japanese spies, and if you progress, try to break their territory first, and the inner thighs and inner knees are weak points." ”

The man who was rummaging there paused slightly, and when he said this, he took out the gun he had said.

"You have to be careful, this child is too young and emotionally unstable, bring a sleeping pill and wrap it in chocolate for her to eat, she won't refuse."

Shen Yigong interrupted him: "You asked me to give sleeping pills to a five-year-old girl?" ”

"Or do you want her cries to draw enemies in and affect the action? A little sleeping pill will do, let her sleep for half an hour, and when you get to the car, Xinyi can slowly coax her. ”

Shen Yigong stared at him for a long time with subtle eyes, and finally broke a small pill in half, wrapped it in tin foil and stuffed it into his pocket.

Huo Zuo looked quite satisfied. He waited for Shen Yigong to take his things and was about to go out, and then opened his mouth to add: "That's right." ”

Shen Yigong looked back helplessly and slightly impatiently: "What else do you have suggestions, Mr. Huo?" ”

Huo Zuo leaned on the head of the bed and said, "Come back alive." ”

The man was slightly stunned, the corners of his mouth raised slightly, and he waved his hand at him: "Don't worry, of course I will." ”