After I was awakened by Yu Xu's voice, I opened my eyes and saw a person in a raincoat standing at the door of the room.

It looked like he had just pushed the door open, but it was dark because all the lights in the room were turned off. I can't see his face clearly, the main thing is that his face is the same as the people of the Thirteen Eagles on a rainy night that I have seen before, all of his face is painted black, not to mention that he has not turned on the light, and he can't see it clearly when the light is on.

However, looking at the body shape and dress, he must be a man, and he seems to be wearing a pair of high-waisted leather boots under his feet. At this time, his eyes that exuded a murderous aura were looking around the room. Obviously, this man is the killer I'm waiting for.

My purpose in pretending to be Qin Xuan is to wait for Qin Zheng to send someone to come and kill "me".

As soon as I saw this person, my heart trembled, I only hope that my guess is correct now, otherwise I will become Qin Xuan's scapegoat.

That's when it happened. The man said coldly: "Qin Xuan, don't come unharmed." ”

"Don't talk nonsense, hurry up and get me out, otherwise Qin Ye won't want to get the real ancient poems." I said in a slightly hoarse voice on purpose. Everyone's voices are very different, and Qin Xuan's voices and I are very different. Of course I can't speak in a normal voice. And speaking in a hoarse voice can give the illusion that there is something wrong with the voice. For example, a cold or something like that can make a huge difference in a person's voice.

"Do you know the real ancient poems?" The man was visibly surprised.

"Hmph, this is my talisman, how can I give him the real ancient poems, hmph, I know that he will definitely unload the mill and kill the donkey!" I said coldly.

"Hmph. Do you think you can deceive Qin Ye with such a lie? The man sneered.

Hearing him say this, my heart instantly calmed down.

At least this can prove that this person is indeed a person sent by Qin Zheng, as long as he can go with him, he will have the opportunity to meet Qin Zheng.

"Believe it or not, you can call Qin Ye and ask, the poem I gave him was originally a poem that he had known for a long time, and he just wanted me to confirm whether that poem was true or not. And the poem that Lin Mingjun gave me at the beginning was of course different from his poem, but how could I tell him the real content. "I'm a little smug about ...... hum.

In fact, I'm pretty proud at the moment.

The reason why I dared to make such a risky plan was because after careful consideration, I thought that Qin Zheng might have known the content of that ancient poem for a long time.

Because when Qin Xuan forced me to say that ancient poem, I deliberately said a few wrong words. But he found out. It can be seen from this that he obviously knows the real content, he knows the real content, and of course Qin Zheng also knows. So I judged that Qin Zheng's purpose in asking Qin Xuan to come to me for that ancient poem was just to confirm whether the ancient poem in his hand was the same as the one that Lao Xu left me.

Hearing me say that, the man was visibly hesitant.

I hurriedly struck while the iron was hot, and immediately continued: "Tell Qin Ye, that poem is fake, as long as he is willing to let me go." Give me back my freedom, and I'll tell him the truth. I'm a wreck now, what does he have to worry about me? Besides, this is also good for you, you have done such a big thing for Qin Ye, Qin Ye will definitely not treat you badly. ”

Qin Xuan's tendons and tendons were all broken by us, and we were indeed ruthless not to pick him up at that time, but before sending him to the detention center, there was a little conflict with the prison warden on their side. They couldn't accept such a cripple who needed to be served, so we had to call the hospital to pick him up again.

But like Qin Xuan's case, even if he picks it all up, he is a cripple, although he can barely walk and can take care of himself, he can't do anything anymore.

The killer hesitated for a moment, and sure enough, he slowly took out his phone and made a call.

Originally, we could have caught this person when this killer called Qin Zheng, but this was not the case in my plan. Because Qin Zheng is too cunning, even if I see this person calling, I can't be sure that the phone number he dialed is next to Qin Zheng, even if we locate and look for it, we may not be able to find Qin Zheng.

I have already learned the habit of Qin Zheng calling a few times. I talked to him several times, and every time he called, he would use another mobile phone to relay, and we could only find the one that was transferred, and it was not so easy to track him down based on the phone.

After the phone was connected, the man said slowly: "Tell Qin Ye that Qin Xuan said that the poem he told Qin Ye was fake, and he is really here, what do you think Qin Ye said, is it to kill or live?" ”

After saying this, the killer waited quietly for a while with his mobile phone, probably asking Qin Zheng for instructions.

It took about a second or twenty before the killer said, "I know, I'll bring him back as soon as possible." ”

He hung up the phone before he whispered to me, "You're in luck!" ”

He walked over and pulled out a handcuff key to help me open the handcuffs, then turned around and walked out of the room.

Outside the ward, a policeman was sleeping on a stool in the hallway. This is something we can arrange, and if he doesn't sleep, no one else can come in. Even if he had to come in, if he didn't sleep, he would definitely be in danger. So, for the sake of safety, I deliberately arranged for him to pretend to sleep outside.

When I followed the killer out of the room, I saw him first look over the nurses' station, where there were two nurses chatting.

There was no one at either end of the hallway, so he pulled me in the opposite direction from the deputy mayor.

Soon we came to the staircase, which I had deliberately locked with an iron chain, but by this time the chain had been cut. These are some small ideas I devised to hide people's ears, Qin Zheng is too shrewd, if we don't lock the door at the staircase and don't send anyone to defend it, it will definitely arouse his suspicion. To deal with people like him, you have to think through all the details.

He dragged me limped down the stairs with one hand and followed me to the first floor, and then got into a very ordinary car.

After getting into the car, I was happy and worried. Douli is talented.

Happily, my plan is halfway there. The worry is that if Li Dakui and them don't arrive before they do anything to me, I will die.

But if you don't go into the tiger's den, this is already the only way I can think of to lure out the old fox of Qin Zheng.

He has done too many things that lack morality, and it is really intolerable to continue to let him go unpunished.

As soon as I got into the car, the man told me to strip my clothes, threw me a black suit and told me to put it on, and told me to take off my underwear.

Of course I knew what he was trying to do, he was just afraid that I had a tracker on me. I changed my clothes and shoes as he told him before he drove.

Not long after he drove the car out, when he came across a truck passing by, he threw all my clothes and shoes into the cargo box of the truck.

He didn't say a word until he drove out of the center of town and threw me a black bag to cover my head. I guess Qin Xuan did this when he went to see Qin Ye in the past. I didn't say anything,

I didn't say a word, and pretended to understand very well and obediently put on the black bag.

Because I had a spy-grade high-precision tracker on my arm, similar to the one I saw in the movie, it was injected into the flesh, and even if I was stripped naked, I wouldn't have noticed that I had a tracker on me. He told me to throw away all my clothes, and he knew I still had this tracker on me.

With the hood on, I couldn't see the car's path at all.

For the next six hours, I followed him to change cars, a total of four times before and after, and each time I changed cars, the killer had a connector, and it was obvious that someone had come to deliver the car to him, not prepared it himself. It can be seen how careful they are in doing things.

After about seven or eight hours, we finally got out of the car and started walking. I was able to guess the time because I felt that the sun was quite big at this time, and it was obviously almost noon.

After walking for about half an hour, I got into the car again.

It was at this point that I felt as if I was being carried around in circles by him.

However, this is not the case.

When the black hood on my head was pulled back, I opened my eyes and saw a very familiar mountain in front of me.

This should be said to be a mountain, not a mountain. However, I know that this mountain is called Lotus Mountain, because it is surrounded by seven peaks.

I never imagined that overnight, this killer would actually bring me to Lotus Mountain. Of course, what I didn't expect was still to come, when he took me into a farmer's house in Lotus Village, I saw an acquaintance.

This person is none other than Zheng Yuan, who I have always felt a little ashamed of him.

Why him? Why......

Countless question marks popped up in my mind.

I really can't accept that he is Qin Zheng, which surprised me so much.

Because yesterday I thought about all the people around me, and I didn't think about him.

But I quickly figured something out. If he is really Qin Zheng, then every time we find a clue in the past, he will use means to get all the evidence away, which is easy to explain.

But how is this possible? How could Qin Zheng be someone in that kind of department?

If it was him, then what my dad was involved in back then was far more complicated than I thought.

Zheng Yuan seems to be much older than before, and his face is not as good-looking as before.

He used to have no gray hair, but now he has a lot of gray hair.

In addition, he used to look only forty or fifty years old, but now he gives people the feeling of being over sixty years old.

However, the majesty and domineering on his face were much stronger than before. He just glanced at me faintly, and just by looking at me, I felt my heart pound and my breathing began to rapid.

When we entered the house, Zheng Yuan was making kung fu tea, and after he glanced at me, he took a sip of tea before slowly saying, "What about poetry?" ”