In Paizi Hutong in Xicheng, outside the gilded wooden door of the Shanhe Hall, there is a girl who probes her brain. Seeing that no one was paying attention to him, he tentatively walked in.

The security guard glanced at the camera in the girl's hand and went with her without saying anything.

Every weekend, there are three types of people in the alley that will increase significantly. Those with cameras, drawing boards on their backs, and those with wide-eyed eyes looking for the toilet. The security guards have long been surprised.

Today's Hutong bungalows are mostly large courtyards with five or six households or even a dozen households living together. Just look at the meter box at the gate of the yard and you will know that there may not even be a place to stay in the yard.

The original courtyard house is rare, either the private residence of the rich, or the place where the Shanhe Guild Hall does business.

The gate of the former is closed, and it is impossible for people who collect wind and travel to visit casually. The latter is different, opening the door to do business is not afraid of those who are fooling around. There are really no winners for their photography and art works, and it is still a cost-free publicity for the boss.

These twists and turns, the security guard is clear in his heart.

The boss said that if someone inquired about the name of the Shanhe Guild Hall, he would have to tell him about the source.

As early as the beginning of the Qing Dynasty, Paizi Hutong was already called this name, and it was still a very famous "commercial street" in the capital at that time. There are shops that sell hats and crowns, Jizo-an where incense is burned, shops that specialize in enamelware, and Baohualou Restaurant, which is equivalent to a Michelin-starred restaurant.

In addition, there are several guild halls for people from all over the country to take the exam and rest, one of which is called Shanhe Guild.

Such a Hutong hotel with a history can be traced, and it is more expensive to stay for a day than a five-star hotel. Even so, there are still many monthly and even annual guests in the Shanhe Hall.

There is a strange man who is not bad for money.

This person's name is Zhai Jiakun, and the ID card for the registration of accommodation shows that he is over half a hundred years old, but he looks like he is only in his twenties and thirties, and he does not even have a single white hair. Mr. Zhai's life is very regular, whether he goes out or not, he must go to the courtyard twice in the morning and evening.

At this time, Zhai Jiakun was boxing, and Ai Yu, who was following him, took a few Beijing-flavored backs with Leica.

Seeing this person intuitively with the naked eye, Ai Yu realized that the so-called man in black was not young. Hitomi told her that this person's bone age was at least two rounds older than her own. But this person is not a monk, and there is not the slightest mana fluctuation on his body.

Could it be that his maintenance secret is the king eight punches that he fought at this time?

Seeing that Ai Yu had taken a photo of the guests, the lobby manager of the Shanhe Hall couldn't help but step forward and accost, "Hello, do you need any help?" ”

"Ah, I'm a journalist, shoot some footage at random. You can rest assured that not a single photo shows your face. If it is adopted later, the source must be indicated as the Shanhe Guild. Ai Yu took a business card from his waist bag and handed it over, which immediately dispelled the other party's doubts.

"Reporter from the main station? Fortunately, fortunately! ”

This is still the business card of the previous Ministry of Social Information, if you take out the business card of the rule of law investigation, it is estimated that the manager will not feel lucky. Ai Yu didn't lie, if the Shanhe Hall had something to do with the Century Building, her feature film would definitely make it famous.

It's just that by the time the film was broadcast, it might have been closed down for business a long time ago.

After chatting with the manager for a while, Ai Yu really got some news. Not only did I know the name of the man in black who boxed, but I also knew that the registered company of the Shanhe Hall was called Shanhe Century.

That's interesting.

"You're busy, I'll pat and turn around at will, and I'll trouble you if I have something."

After getting rid of the manager, Ai Yu decisively took out his mobile phone to send a message to Liao Ju.

[The annual meeting company is called Shanhe Century. The owner of the Paizi Hutong Shanhe Hall is also called Shanhe Century. 】

It is inconvenient to tell the Liao Bureau about the explosives package, but it is what the sub-bureau is good at investigating these corners, and there must be surprises.

While Mr. Zhai's Wang Baquan was not finished, Ai Yu found a bathroom not far from Qiushan Ju, locked the door, and unceremoniously swept the person's house with his divine sense.

According to the routines of various stories, as long as there are hidden things in the house, there must be a secret compartment. Either a closet is dug behind the bookcase, or the floor tiles under the bed are hollow.

Although this routine is no different from the daylight, as long as you don't deliberately check it, the hidden effect is still there. At least those who provide room service don't think about the hidden mysteries in the house. But to the monk's divine sense, all the tricks are useless.

There is indeed a floor tile under the bed in the bedroom of Akiyama that can be pried up, and there is indeed a hidden grid under the brick, and there are guns and ammunition in the grid!

Ai Yu doesn't understand the model of the firearm, but just looking at the quantity, it should be no problem for these things to arm twenty or so people.

"Huh? Good stuff. ”

There are several quaint daggers on the coffee table in the living room, all rusty and can only be used for ornamental purposes. If you let the people in the antique street see it, nine times out of ten it will be judged to be antique and old handicrafts. Seeing that the surname Zhai is so casually shelved, maybe he thinks so too.

Ai Yu bit his lower lip, and his divine sense locked on one of the daggers, which was no more than forty centimeters long.

What should I do if I want to go along......

Dispensable, you should be fine if you lose it, right?

Just when Ai Yu was struggling with whether to be a thief, Zhai Jiakun went back to the house with his mobile phone.

"Childe, it's all arranged."

“……”

"There will be about a hundred and fifty people, no problem, all of them are regular customers."

“……”

"Yes, I'll keep an eye on it."

The moment the phone hung up, Ai Yu's consciousness glanced at it and saw that there was only one word on the phone screen.

【Shen】

Shen Gongzi, who could that be?

Listening to Zhai Jiakun's tone, the son on the other end of the phone is at least a small leader, if not the helmsman of the Century Building.

Ai Yu had been in the bathroom long enough, and before going out, he reluctantly left a divine sense mark on the dagger he fancied.

If I'm not mistaken, the dagger that was treated as garbage is actually a magic weapon. Don't look at it now rusty, the rust is all the attachment of the sea, not the dagger itself has rotted.

If Zhai Jiakun has a heart, smashing it with a sledgehammer and grinding it with sandpaper will inevitably make it see the light of day. It is even simpler to fall into Ai Yu's hands, and a dust removal technique can be as clean as new.

"The pearl is secretly cast, the heavenly objects are violent, and the eyes do not know the gold and jade......"

It's a shame that good things are someone else's.

Ai Yu was not happy in his heart, and his desire to bring Zhai Jiakun to justice was stronger than getting Su Yuan's explosives bag.

The Dongcheng Branch, which is conducting a thorough investigation of the mountains and rivers, has received a series of news one after another.

Article 1 20:23

In the short video, a man in black clothes and black pants is boxing, and the angle is obviously a candid shot.

Article 2 20:24

[Zhai Jiakun, the auction site arranger, lives in the Qiushan Residence of the Shanhe Hall. More than twenty guns were hidden on the floor under the bed. I heard him and a person surnamed Shen call to report his work, and called the other party Gongzi. 】

Article 3 21:50

A photo of six mini-detonators lying in the palm of a slender hand.

Article 4 21:52

[When Zhai Jiakun called Shen Gongzi, he mentioned that C4 was arranged on the six surveillance cameras in the venue, and I found a way to avoid the monitoring and take out the detonator. 】

Article 5 21:55

A photo of the gate of the Shanhe Hall

Article 6 21:56

[I'm going back to the Shanhe Hall to squat, when are you going to arrest someone?] 】

Liao Liangjun's hand holding the mobile phone was numb for a while, and he commanded in a dumb voice: "Team, put on bulletproof vests and set off with me." The second team, find out what the little son of the Shen family has been doing recently. ”