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Although Fang Tinglan didn't need to worry about such a small matter as moving, he still dragged Hailian into the street with the excuse of "I need a new set of bedding, please help me"—naturally, at night, The two can "try out" the new bedding as much as they want, from left to right, from the head of the bed to the end of the bed, until they are as crumpled as the previous set, and then leaning together sweatingly, chatting with each other's arms Not at all. Interesting stories about Dongzhou and Southland, a school of fish flying over the waves, and the gray past and golden future.
Tonight, the two of them chatted about the tasks that Hailian helped the Public Security Department to solve in private. Although Hailian's eloquence was not very good, and even the thrilling assassination was talked about dryly by him, Fang Tinglan still listened with great interest : "Speaking of...how did you meet this sheriff?"
"Faluko?" Hai Lian tilted his head and thought for a while, "Three years ago, he needed someone who helped him take over the White Tiger Gang, and I happened to want to destroy the White Tiger Gang, so it was just right."
"I remember you said that the White Tiger Gang treats you well, and you still have a master in it."
Hai Lian didn't answer, he was silent for a moment and then said: "...Maybe it's because I've stayed for a few years and found that I still can't get along with this group of people. Or maybe it's because I think it's better to be an official dog than a gang dog?" Hai Lian continued casually, shifting his position, "At least the ones Faluco told me to kill were all bad guys... probably all of them."
Fang Tinglan hooked the corners of his mouth, the kid is still very good at lying. He didn't intend to continue to ask, anyway, there will be opportunities in the future. The man stroked Hai Lian's shoulder with his fingers. There was a shocking trace of betrayal. The skin where the tiger head tattoo was forcibly erased was not smooth. He kissed the brand mark: "Will it still hurt?"
Helian shook his head. He glanced at Fang Tinglan: "Speaking of which, you also have old injuries."
Fang Tinglan raised his eyebrows: "Are you distressed?"
"Yes, yes, my heart aches to death." Hailian curled her lips.
Fang Tinglan couldn't help smiling: "I have been down and down before, and these injuries are just a commemoration, always reminding me of what I should do."
"do what?"
"Be a good person."
Fang Tinglan leaned over Hailian's sneer, and they kissed again. There is wine and snacks on the bedside, who is having a banquet outside the window, and the music is clear and melodious. Good night is just right.
When Hai Lian woke up the next day, Fang Tinglan was fully dressed. Seeing Hai Lian opening his eyes and looking at him, he came over and kissed him: "I'm going out for a while, maybe I won't be able to have dinner with you."
Hailian grunted to show that she knew: "Don't worry about me."
"Okay, you can arrange it as you like," Fang Tinglan was reasonable, blinking at Hai when he went out, "but remember to miss me."
Hailian rolled her eyes and buried her head in the bed again.
Without Fang Tinglan's harassment, he slept peacefully until noon. The Shiratori District at noon was quiet and peaceful, with no crying children or quarreling gangsters. Hailian, who was used to the hustle and bustle of the muddy district, was a little uncomfortable. He sat up and rubbed his hair, put his coat on his body, and went straight Flipped out the window.
He wobbled back to his home in the Mud District in the sun, and just as he was about to climb up to the roof, he bumped into his writer neighbor.
"O'Brien." Hailian greeted.
I haven't seen him in a few months, and the little writer's complexion is much better than before. There are two oil stains missing from the newly repaired gray coat, and a little mustache carefully grown on his lips. Going to the tavern in the century-old district next door with this appearance, At least you can get a smile from the mean lady boss.
O'Brien smiled immediately after seeing Hailian: "I happened to be looking for you!"
"how?"
The other party stepped forward and handed him another sealed letter.
You don't need to read the letter from the Public Security Department to know what is written in it. Hai Lian nodded and accepted it. Seeing that the other party did not leave, he asked again: "Is there anything else?"
"Uh, it's nothing, just..." O'Brien smiled dryly, "I want to treat you and your brother to a meal."
"Hey, the great writer is actually rich?" Hai Lian laughed.
O'Brien blushed immediately, and quickly waved his hands: "It's not rich, it's not rich." He looked around curiously, "Speaking of which, why haven't I seen your cousin recently?"
Hai Lian subconsciously touched his collarbone. He gave a dry cough, and decided that it would be better to quickly untangle the lie: "Actually, he is not my brother..." He paused, and put the key into the lock, and a bug came out of the door. Sliding past quickly, "How about this, you go to the Pearl Tavern and wait for me first, I'll clean up the house and talk later."
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Fang Tinglan went out to see Zhou Buyi, of course. The other party was late for a quarter of an hour, and when the prodigal son wandered into the room, not only was he not ashamed, but he also teased him: "I haven't seen you for the past few days, I thought Master Fang was going to die of drunkenness in the gentle village, but I didn't expect to be willing to come out." .”
Master Fang turned a deaf ear and took out a piece of letter paper from his pocket: "Take it."
"What is it?"
"In the past three years, Faluco has asked Shang Hailian to assassinate people." Fang Tinglan said lightly, "Not necessarily all, but definitely accurate."
Zhou Buyi's expression froze: "... How did you get such a confidential thing?!"
"What do you say?"
Zhou Buyi was speechless. After Fang Tinglan came back from Yunhai, with an attitude of sharing information, he had already explained the whole story and the ending to him, and naturally he did not hide the matter between him and Hailian. Zhou Buyi was a little emotional. Although he himself often obtained information from his fans, if a girl was willing to risk her life for him, then he would feel unbearable to use her again. people.
Hearts are black.
"Fang Tinglan, you are trading your body for information," Zhou Buyi sighed, "Beauty tricks."
"Thank you." Fang Tinglan smiled.
"I thought you liked him quite a bit, after all, it was a fateful friendship."
"Of course I like him, but it doesn't conflict with my work."
"Aren't you afraid that he will know that you are using him?"
"He won't know." Fang Tinglan couldn't help smiling when he saw the distressed expression on the other party's face, "I'll take him back to Dongzhou after the matter is over, everything in the southern border has nothing to do with him, as long as you don't Tell him, and he won't know." Fang Tinglan raised his eyes when he said this, "Zhou Buyi, don't tell you that you suddenly found out your conscience? Then we have no business to do."
"How is it possible?" Zhou Busu laughed, and shook the paper again, "How do you get this list?"
"Analyze and analyze first, find a few thread ends, and give the thread ends to Qin Weiyu. His identity is there, which is more convenient than our activities." Fang Tinglan folded his arms, "Time is very tight, I can't stay here much It's been a month, and Qin Weiyu can come here as conveniently as you want."
"for example?"
"If you lack money, people, and knives, you can just speak up."
Zhou Buyi made a gesture of understanding, put the list into his arms, and looked at the time: "The carriage is almost here, I have prepared a banquet for you, if you deal with it well, they can do a lot of dirty work for you." A matter of hands."
Fang Tinglan nodded, took out a box of magazines from the drawer and stuck it in his waist: "Let's go."