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Bai Yunfei vaguely felt that something was wrong, he took a few steps forward, and saw that the consul's hanging hands were motionless, and his heart seemed to be suddenly grabbed by an invisible hand. At the same time, a gunshot rang out outside the door. This gunshot shattered Bai Yunfei's previous optimistic expectations, and also made him recognize the reality in front of him in a short period of time, this is a game. When he was planning to launch an all-out attack on the Japanese interest groups represented by Ryoko Matsuyuki, someone had already carefully dug a big hole for him here.

There was a cry for help outside, Bai Yunfei locked the door of the study from the inside for the first time, and then ran to the dead consul, picked up a revolver from his feet, and there were five bullets in the pistol, and the missing bullet should be in the consul's body. Bai Yunfei was not armed before entering the consul's residence, and he was sure that it was this pistol that took the consul's life. The game-maker carefully planned every step, and everything here pointed the suspicion of murdering the consul at him, and Bai Yunfei was speechless.

Although he didn't want to pick up this gun, but now this pistol was the only weapon he could fight back, Bai Yunfei secretly sighed at the subtlety of the mastermind's layout. He lifted the corner of the curtain and saw several pillars of light flickering outside, and an ambush had been arranged outside the window, and if he jumped out of the window and escaped, he would definitely become the target of public criticism.

Bai Yunfei heard the sound of banging on the door outside, and someone shouted: "Bai Yunfei, you'd better surrender, otherwise there is only a dead end." ”

Bai Yunfei frowned, looked at the revolver, and finally gave up the urge to fight his way out and escape, reason told him that the possibility of rushing out alive in the midst of the encirclement was very small. Bai Yunfei was accustomed to seeing swords and swords, he calmly analyzed his situation, and quickly made a choice, he wanted to surrender, and the crime of killing the German consul was not trivial.

The people who are planning to deal with themselves tonight are not necessarily trying to put themselves to death, they just want to eradicate their own forces and replace their position in the concession. Staying in Qingshan is not afraid of no firewood, as long as he can save his life, he will not worry that he will have no chance to find out the truth and take revenge.

Bai Yunfei said loudly: "I surrender!" He threw away the pistol, and before throwing down the pistol, he specially wiped all the traces on it with his long shirt, and in the situation in front of him, he only had one gamble, that is, gambling on luck and life. If a person dies, there is no luck, looking back on the years he has passed, although it is thrilling, but the luck has been quite good.

Bai Yunfei opened the door, he heard the sound of pulling the bolt outside, maybe he would die from the random gun.

Fortunately, this scene did not happen, the muzzles of more than ten black caves were aimed at him, Bai Yunfei raised his hands, his expression was light, better than a leisurely stroll, his figure was a little short in this group of tall foreigner patrolmen, but his aura was not half a point weaker, his eyes swept over everyone present, and finally fixed on the grief-stricken butler, the butler's gaze did not dare to face him head-on.

Sergeant York, who led the team, came over with a fierce look and yelled, "Handcuffed!"

Bai Yunfei stretched out his hands cooperatively, watching the patrol handcuff his hands, he secretly breathed a sigh of relief in his heart, he won the bet again, at least he escaped the doom of being shot and killed on the spot, it seems that the other party did not make up his mind to put himself to death, Bai Yunfei looked at this group of people quietly, silently remembered everyone in his heart, he secretly swore that as long as the people who participated in the framing of him today would all die.

Bai Yunfei walked past York's side, paused for a moment, and said softly: "Sheriff, can I get a light sentence if I plead guilty?"

York looked at Bai Yunfei with a slight sympathy in his eyes: "That depends on the judge's ruling." ”

A person who makes a living from crime has to know some laws, Bai Yunfei knows that whether he pleads guilty or not, it is a dead end, under the hostage of two loaded guns, Bai Yunfei sat in the back seat of the car, after the car started, he made a small request: "Can you give me a cigarette?"

The two patrolmen glanced at each other, and Bai Yunfei said, "I have silver dollar coupons in my wallet, you can take them all, just give me a cigarette." ”

One of the patrolmen was finally moved by him, reached out and groped around Bai Yunfei's body for a while, found his wallet, took out a stack of silver dollar coupons from his wallet, and immediately frowned. Only then did he take out a cigarette from his arms and approached Bai Yunfei's lips, and Bai Yunfei choked it with his mouth. The patrolman took out a match and lit it for him, Bai Yunfei took two puffs of hard and spewed out a thick cloud of smoke, and the patrolman who was choking on the cigarette couldn't help coughing, at this moment, Bai Yunfei raised his handcuffed fists and hit the cigarette patrolman on the jaw, causing the patrolman to lean back and his head slammed into the car window.

The patrolman behind him raised his gun, but was hit by a powerful elbow strike from Bai Yunfei, who reacted quickly, and then Bai Yunfei grabbed his right hand holding the gun with both hands, and Peng shot the roof of the car. The patrolman sitting in the passenger seat hurriedly turned to support his companion, but was shot in the chest with a second shot. The patrolman who had just lit a cigarette for Bai Yunfei was dizzy from the car window, and he was a little sober and ready to pounce on him.

Bai Yunfei's handcuffed hands grabbed the pistol, pressed his body against the patrolman behind him, raised his feet and kicked the patrol who was about to pounce, the patrolman's burly body was kicked by Bai Yunfei with all his strength and fell backwards again, his back hit the car door, the door that was hit twice finally couldn't bear the pressure, and opened outward, the patrol lost the support of the car door behind him, and leaned back with a scream, the speed of the car did not slow, and the open door was hit by the telephone pole next to the road, this time the collision made the car door close again, and the heavy car door slammed on the top of the patrolman's head。

After passing the telephone pole, the door opened again in a bump, and the bloodied patrol rolled out of the hole.

Bai Yunfei and the patrol officer behind him fought desperately for control of the pistol, the bullets in the chamber of the gun were scattered everywhere, and a grenade unfortunately hit the back of the driver's head, blood and brains sprayed on the windshield, the driver's pierced head hung down, clinging to the steering wheel, and the car horn made a piercing long beel.

The car that suddenly lost control was like a wild horse, first slamming into the car of its companion in front of it from the side, and then slashing diagonally onto the long bridge in front of it, breaking the guardrail of the long bridge, and in the night, the headlights made a downward trajectory, and the car splashed a large snow-white spray when it fell into the surface of the Haihe River.

All the vehicles responsible for escorting the suspect quickly gathered at the gap in the bridge, and watched as the car sank under the surface of the water.

It was midnight, and the lights were still on in the Ueno bookstore in the Japanese Concession, and the bookstore owner, Toshio Fujino, was sitting cross-legged under the lamp with reading glasses and reading, when his old friend Ryuichi Funakoshi arrived.

Fujino knew that something big must have happened, otherwise this old friend would never come over at this time to disturb his purity. Although Funakoshi Ryuichi is one of the four masters of the Xuanyang Club and is highly respected in the Xuanyang Club, he maintains an extremely humble attitude towards the small owner of the Jinmen Concession Bookstore.

Fujino Toshio is not a member of the Genyang Society, his relationship with the club is very mysterious, and many of the backbone of the Genyo Club maintain a friendly friendship, Lan Ximei came to Jinmen to carry out the mission this time under his status as a relative.

Funakoshi Ryuichi did not come empty-handed, specially brought a set of photo scrolls to Fujino Toshio, Fujino Toshio unfolded it and recognized it at a glance, this is "Forty Scenes of the Old Summer Palace", this set of atlases from the first year of Qianlong in the Qing Dynasty, that is, 1736 A.D. began to draw, Qianlong nine years were completed, a poem and a scene, forty scenes are independent, framed into a book, the only book at that time was stored in the Yuanmingyuan Fengsan Selfless Hall presented. When the British and French forces captured the Old Summer Palace in 1860, it was plundered by the French army and presented to the French Emperor Napoleon III as a trophy.

Of course, this set of pictures presented by Ryuichi Funakoshi is not the original, but a copy of the carefully copied by later generations, although so, the depiction is also vivid, and the skills are profound, after Fujino Toshio took it, he couldn't put it down and admired it.

Funakoshi Ryu: "Late at night, I hope Fujino-kun won't be surprised." ”

Fujino Toshio said where he was, his eyes still fell on the scroll, and he had reached the realm where he couldn't bear to release the scroll, and after a while he sighed: "It's a pity that the original work was taken away by a legal person." ”

Boat Yue Long: "At that time, it was not only "Forty Scenes of the Old Summer Palace" that was taken away by the British and French forces. ”

Fujino Toshio said: "I love gardens and landscapes in my life, but unfortunately I was born at the wrong time, I didn't have the opportunity to see the magnificent scenery of the Garden of Ten Thousand Gardens, several times through the ruins of the Old Summer Palace, you can still see its former grandeur, such a ingenious treasure in the world was ruined by the robbers. ”

Funayue Long nodded and said, "It's a pity that my country was not strong enough at that time, otherwise this Chinese land would simply be in our pocket." ”

Fujino Toshio said: "Fusang Huaxia is a strip of water, the Chinese gas is exhausted, we can take its place, the land of East Asia is related to the future development of our country and the nation, and it is closely related to the fortune of our country, how can we allow foreign races to interfere." ”

The two men spoke impassionedly and with righteous indignation, forgetting that they were no different from the Anglo-French forces, and that they were nothing more than thieves who coveted the wealth of their neighbors.

The guest and the host expressed their feelings around this album, sitting on the tatami mat, Fujino Toshio picked up the iron kettle and poured hot tea in the cup, Funakoshi Ryuchi took a sip of tea, and finally returned to the topic, sighed and said: "Yoshino Warehouse is in trouble." ”