There are people from Mo Qinghan in the dark pavilion, and he has been hiding in the dark pavilion, waiting for Mo Qinghan's instructions.
Rong Mu said mildly: "You tell that person, you must be careful."
The implication was that if the person exposed himself, Mo Qinghan would not show mercy to him.
Jingyun responded and went to contact the person.
After receiving Mo Qinghan's explanation, Jingyun entered the secret room and made a phone call.
Before long, someone on the other end answered the phone.
The voice sounded, it was actually one of the members of the dark pavilion.
Meng Si.
Meng Si's tone is modest: "Hello."
Jingyun first recognized that it was Meng Si's voice, and then went on to say, "I'm looking for number 4."
Meng Si's tone suddenly became colder: "Who are you?"
Meng Si's words were vigilant, as if they were on guard.
Jingyun replied, "I live in Hanta Temple outside Shanghai for the time being."
Meng Si still had doubts: "Are you Jingyun?"
Although Meng Si was still a little uncertain, Jing Yun could hear that, compared with just now, Meng Si's tone was obviously relaxed.
Jing Yun said faintly: "Number four, long time no see."
Jingyun and Meng Si are old acquaintances, and the place where they first met was in Hanyang Prison.
Meng Si was imprisoned in Hanyang Prison for committing a crime, where he stayed for some time.
During this period, Meng Si met Mo Qinghan and was subdued by Mo Qinghan and served him.
The time when Meng Si and Wei Zheng went to prison did not coincide, so Wei Zheng, the former leader of the dark pavilion, did not know.
The people in Hanyang Prison were all wicked people, and Meng Si was no exception.
Meng Si has excellent skills and a fierce style, and will never show mercy to others.
After Meng Si came out of Hanyang Prison, he accidentally entered the hidden pavilion.
After passing the trial, he concealed his name and became a killer of the dark pavilion.
After Mo Qinghan learned of this, he would use his plan to keep Meng Si in the dark pavilion, which might be useful in the future.
The hidden pavilion is very powerful, and its strongholds are extremely wide, and the ability of people who can enter the hidden pavilion is not low.
When Mo Qinghan wants to use him in the future, Meng Si will be a help for him.
After passing the trial, the assassins were dispersed, and Meng Si went to the dark pavilion's stronghold in Hang County.
Meng Si stayed in Hang County. In order to conceal his whereabouts, he did not contact Mo Qinghan's people.
Now Mo Qinghan decided to use this dark move.
Meng Si immediately asked: "Jingyun, the master needs me?"
Jingyun's tone is as usual: "Yes, the master has an important thing for you to do."
Meng Si: "What's the matter?"
This is the first time Meng Si has received Mo Qinghan's mission.
Jing Yun's voice came: "Let the people from the dark pavilion take an order and assassinate Mr. Fei from Shenxin Textile."
The master wants to use the hands of Ange to get rid of Mr. Fei, and then put the blame on the Ange, and provoke the struggle between the Ange and Lu Sanshao.
Meng Si paused and asked, "Shenxin Textile?"
From the outside, Shenxin Textile is doing a serious business. But Meng Si knew that Mr. Fei had colluded with Xiaodongmen Cigarette.
Some time ago, Mr. Fei's smuggling of cigarettes was discovered by Lu Sanshao for some reason, and the place was also closed.
Even though Mr. Fei was in this kind of business, he never killed anyone.
Moreover, his business of smuggling large cigarettes has just begun, and his first order was sealed before it was delivered.
Meng Si knew that the hidden pavilion would not kill good people.
And Mr. Fei did not meet the standards of the dark court assassination.
Although Meng Si thought so in his heart, he did not say it, because no one could violate the master's order.
Jing Yun added one last sentence: "Be sure to do this, and don't expose yourself."
Meng Si thought without hesitation: "Okay."
After receiving Mo Qinghan's order, Meng Si immediately left Hangzhou County and set off for Shanghai.
After arriving in Shanghai, Meng Si changed his face and entered the antique shop on Smith Road.
Meng Si did not find anyone else, but directly found Meng Wu.
In the dark pavilion trial, the two were number four and number five.
The relationship between the two is very good. During the trial, they encountered a lot of difficulties and would spend it together, and they also experienced life and death at the same time.
Meng Wu asked: "Why are you here?"
Meng Si turned a corner: "There is an order, I don't know if I want to pick it up, I want to ask Mr. Jiang."
Meng Wuhui: "Mr. Jiang doesn't care about this."
Mr. Jiang is very busy, and each mission goal is determined by a trustworthy subordinate, unless it is an extremely important goal.
Meng Si continued: "Mr. Fei from Shenxin Textile, have you heard of it?"
Meng Wu nodded his head: "A few days ago, the third master had already dealt with his factory, and now Mr. Fei dare not come out to make trouble."
Meng Wu has known Meng Si for so many years, so he naturally understands what Meng Si means.
He wanted to kill Mr. Fei.
Meng Wu persuaded: "This kind of list is not good."
Meng was hesitant on all sides: "But I have already received the deposit."
He knew Meng Wu's temperament, and deliberately acted like this in an attempt to deceive Meng Wu.
Meng Wu: "Why did you take it?"
Meng Si was not such a reckless person. He clearly knew that Mr. Fei could not be killed, but he took the order without authorization.
Meng Wu believes that something must have happened.
Meng Si: "I was in Hanyang Prison."
Meng Si once came out of Hanyang Prison, only Meng Wu knew.
Meng Si hesitated for a while, and continued: "Now someone is coming to seek revenge and want to take my life."
Meng Wu frowned: "You..."
Meng Si apologized: "I'm sorry."
Meng Wu waved his hand: "No matter, I will help you solve this matter."
Meng Wu knew the difficulties of Meng Si, Meng Si was his life and death friend, he would naturally help this time.
Mr. Fei from Shenxin Textile is destined to not live long.
…
I don't know who leaked the news, Mr. Fei was discovered secretly smuggling big smoke, and now the place is gone.
This incident was a big blow to Mr. Fei.
He originally wanted to take this opportunity to make a good profit.
Unexpectedly, the business was terminated prematurely before the plan started.
In recent days, Mr. Fei is in a bad mood and is going to have fun in the French General Club.
The French General Club covers a very wide area, and its architectural style is Western-style.
No matter who it is, as long as you enter the French General Club, you will be deeply addicted to the feasting and feasting here. All worries will dissipate.
At dusk, Mr. Fei arrived at the French General Club.
There are many entertainment venues in the club, and there are many types.
Indoors, there are pubs, restaurants, dance floors, etc., and there are dozens of tennis courts and other courts outdoors.
Mr. Fei went straight to the tavern.
Before he walked into the tavern, the sluggish sound inside came out through the door.
Mr. Fei is a frequent visitor here. After he went in, he chose a spot and ordered a glass of wine.
Mr. Fei slowed down a bit after drinking several glasses of wine, he ordered a glass of wine and tasted it slowly.
Mr. Fei ordered the strongest foreign wines. After a few cups, he quickly became drunk.
At this time, the door of the tavern opened, and a man walked in.
Wearing a dark robe, he paced slowly, his every move was extremely elegant.
Even in a noisy tavern, he always stayed indifferently.
That person was Meng Wu who had changed his appearance.
However, the door of the tavern opens and closes, and the ridiculous men and women come and go. No one will notice such a man.
Meng Wu's goal is exactly Mr. Fei.
Meng Si had previously taken on a task that shouldn't be taken. Meng Wu understood his difficulties and had to go out and solve Mr. Fei himself.
Meng Wu glanced around and quickly confirmed the location of Mr. Fei.
Meng Wu didn't want to startle the snake, he didn't go over immediately.
He picked a corner and sat down, this position just happened to be able to see all the actions of Mr. Fei.
Mr. Fei drank a few more glasses of wine, and the cold wine entered his throat, but the temperature on his face rose a bit.
The temperature in the tavern is higher than outside, and Mr. Fei's forehead is even covered with a thin layer of sweat.
Under the influence of alcohol, Mr. Fei forgot the unpleasant things.
He had a sullen face, but now he smiled.
Mr. Fei drank too much wine, and his sanity was a bit unclear. He got up from his seat, ready to go outside to breathe and wake up.
Meng Wu saw that Mr. Fei made a move, and he immediately followed.
Mr. Fei stumblingly walked, his steps were unsteady and he was obviously drunk.
Meng Wu followed behind him without a trace, ready to find the right time to kill him.
Because Mr. Fei was drunk, he confessed the wrong direction and turned to another place.
At this time, the light in the corridor was dim, and there were not many people here, but there were a few people who were already drunk like Mr. Fei, and they didn't even know where they were.
Meng Wu's eyes sank, he was ready to do something in this place.
Meng Wu quickened his pace, took a few steps forward, and came behind Mr. Fei.
Mr. Fei didn't notice at all, and walked forward on his own.
Meng Wu looked around, and after confirming that no one had found it, he stretched out his hand and slashed at Mr. Fei's neck.
Mr. Fei immediately lost consciousness, Meng Wu stepped forward and caught him.
In the eyes of others, Meng Wu was just supporting a drunk man, nothing more.
Meng Wu had already judged the surrounding situation, and when Mr. Fei fell down, Meng Wu opened a small door next to him.
The door closed immediately.
There are two people missing in the corridor, but no one knows.
This is the utility room, all kinds of items are piled in it, messy.
Meng Wu fumbled and turned on the switch by the door, and the light came on with a pop.
The light bulb is covered with a layer of dust, making it even more dimly lit.
The lights were dim, and tiny dust was floating in the air.
Meng Wu put Mr. Fei on the side wall, he took out a small knife, the blade was extremely sharp.
In the next second, he cut through Mr. Fei's throat without hesitation.
Mr. Fei died without being sober, still with a slight smile on his face, which was very strange.
Meng Wu frowned. This was just one thing he had done for Meng Si and had nothing to do with the dark pavilion.
He didn't want people to know that this matter had something to do with the hidden pavilion.
Murders in the hidden pavilion have always been clean and uncluttered.
Meng Wu deliberately set up the scene, deliberately making a trace of the fight.
Everything here is scattered, as if Mr. Fei experienced a strong resistance before he died.
He tried to hide that the killer was from the dark pavilion, so as to clear the suspicion of the dark pavilion.
But Meng Wu still unconsciously brought out the murder habit for many years.
After Meng Wu handled all this, he quietly left.
It was not until someone entered the utility room that a person was found dead inside.
The incident was immediately reported to the patrol room.
…
The chief inspector of the Central Arrest House was surnamed Shao, and he was very well-known in the Shanghai concession.
Inspector Shao's family history is also quite dramatic.
He used to be just a baggage in the Xiaodongmen patrol room. Because of the high rate of solving crimes, he became an agent. He was promoted all the way, and now he has entered the central arrest room.
He is a very prestigious person in the French Concession.
Xianle Palace.
As night fell, Xianle Palace was brightly lit. The guests who came and went, both men and women were laughing and walking straight in.
There was a man sitting on the sofa next to the dance floor, surrounded by many women.
"Inspector Shao, are you busy with work on weekdays?"
"Why come to the dance hall now?"
"Sit down to me when you have time."
"..."
The speakers were the "Chang San" of the four-way street, and they were all people who were selling laughs on the market.
Si Ma Road is the most famous Fengyue Field in Shanghai, where the laughing girl came to Xianle Palace and recognized Inspector Shao.
Amidst the sluggish voice, there was the laughter of a woman.
Inspector Shao has struggled for so many years and finally got to his current position.
He has naturally seen a lot of things, and is extremely good at getting around.
Even in the face of these laughing women, he will be amiable.
Inspector Shao picked up the wine glass on the table, and before he did anything, someone immediately poured the wine for him.
Inspector Shao didn't enjoy the Xianle Palace for long, just a glass of cold wine, and a police officer came over.
The police officer looked a little wrong, as if there was something important to report to Inspector Shao.
The police officer stood aside: "Inspector General, the French General Club is dead."
Inspector Shao frowned, and seemed a little unhappy: "Do you still need me for this trivial matter?"
The police officer dare not say.
Inspector Shao put down his wine glass: "It's not that you haven't dealt with the French, so why are you nervous?"
The police officer hesitated for a while, and then said, "This time the killing technique is very special."
Inspector Shao casually looked away. He looked on the dance floor without taking the police officer's words to heart.
Inspector Shao spoke at random: "Really?"
The policeman gritted his teeth and continued: "It looks like a gangster did it."
Inspector Shao immediately retracted his gaze, and a fierce look suddenly appeared in his eyes, and he slapped the table sharply.
"A bunch of trash, come with me!"
The French General Club was a little far away from the Xianle Palace, but the car in the patrol room drove in a hurry and arrived soon.
Inspector Shao looked at the scene and found that only a little blood was left on the scene.
Only a blood stain was left on the neck of the deceased.
The technique is clean and neat, unlike a novice.
Although the scene was very messy, it seemed that the deceased had struggled violently before his death, but Inspector Shao was so experienced and could naturally see the difference.
It was clear that the scene was deliberately forged.
Inspector Shao had an idea, and he immediately called the Warlord's Mansion.
Adjutant Zhou answered the phone: "Warlord's Mansion."
Inspector Shao speaks very fast, and there seems to be something important: "I am the one from the central government arresting the house. I want to find the third master."
There was no movement on the other end of the phone, and after a while, someone answered the phone.
Lu Huai's voice was low, "Inspector Shao?"
Governor Shao went directly to the subject: "There is an accident in the French General Club."
He added another sentence: "This is the French Diaspora Club. Now they are panicking and they must find out the truth."
Lu Huai wrinkled, his voice suddenly chilled: "To be specific."
Inspector Shao immediately said: "The deceased was Mr. Fei from Shenxin Textile."
Lu Huai's eyes sank, and he knew that Mo Qinghan had started.
Inspector Shao continued: "The killing tactics are weird, can the Third Young Master always come to France?"
Lu Huai did not hesitate: "Okay."
After Inspector Shao hung up, he has been waiting for Lu Huai's arrival at the French General Club.
Lu Huai came very quickly, and it didn't take long for the car of the Governor's Mansion to stop at the entrance of the French General Assembly.
As soon as Inspector Shao saw Lu Huai, he immediately stepped forward: "San Shao."
Inspector Shao has discovered that today's case is different than usual. His expression is calm, but his brows are frowned.
Lu Huai nodded at him.
The atmosphere at the scene was very serious. Not far from here was the ballroom, but there was no sound of music.
Lu Huai squinted slightly, the corners of his mouth curled into a straight line, and started walking into the utility room.
The light in the room is very dim, even if the overhead light is turned on, it still looks dim here.
A ray of white light came from behind, and a police officer turned on the flashlight, enough for people to see the situation clearly.
Mr. Fei fell by the wall, leaning to one side, with a blood stain on his neck, he was injured by a sharp weapon.
Apart from this, there are no scars or blood stains elsewhere.
The utility room is very messy, with a lot of things scattered on the ground.
Others may be fooled, thinking that this is just an ordinary fight.
However, inspectors Lu Huai and Shao have rich experience, so they can naturally see the unusualness here.
Lu Huai's eyes were dark, his eyes were dark, and he couldn't see his emotions.
Lu Huai narrowed his eyes when he saw Mr. Fei's tragic situation. The man's killing methods were clean, and the mess on the scene seemed to be deliberate.
Inspector Shao observed Lu Huai's look and expressed his own views: "I suspect it is a Jianghu organization."
Lu Huai's eyes darkened, and his voice was extremely low.
"Do you doubt the hidden pavilion?"
Inspector Shao nodded.
As the chief inspector of the central arrest house in the French Concession, Inspector Shao knew what was happening in the French Concession.
The head office of the dark pavilion moved to Shanghai, and he also knew about this.
Shanghai is rich and prosperous, and all parties are entrenched. It is impossible not to accommodate a rivers and lakes organization.
However, if this Jianghu organization affects the interests of Shanghai Beach, the direction of the matter will be different.
Inspector Shao understood that the hidden pavilion was a secret assassin organization, and the patrol room in the French Concession could not be blatantly approached.
Therefore, in this matter, he hoped that the three young masters would come forward.
Lu Huai was good at guessing people's hearts, and he quickly guessed what Inspector Shao was thinking.
Such incidents in the clubs of French expatriates will not only affect the stability of the French Concession, but will also make people in Shanghai panic.
Lu Huai said solemnly: "I will let the people in the dark pavilion give an explanation to the French Association."
Inspector Shao smiled with joy: "Thank you Sanshao."
In the middle of the night, the French club club lost its previous excitement, but it was very quiet. The people who patrolled the room stayed to deal with the aftermath and soothed people's hearts.
…
Lu Huai returned to the Governor's Mansion.
He quickly dialed a phone number, and no one answered it after three calls.
Lu Huai frowned, feeling something was wrong.
Early the next morning, Lu Huai continued to try to call Mr. Jiang.
The phone was finally picked up.
Mr. Jiang's voice came over there: "San Shao."
Lu Huai was straight to the point: "Mr. Jiang, what were you doing last night?"
Mr. Jiang did not answer: "This is personal privacy."
Lu Huai seemed to have become accustomed to Mr. Jiang's secrecy. He said directly: "Last night, the French club died."
Mr. Jiang was taken aback.
Is it possible that the three young masters are suspecting that they have something to do with this matter
However, Mr. Jiang could not explain where he went last night, because no one knew his true identity.
Lu Huai said: "The person who died was Mr. Fei from Shenxin Textile. The people who patrolled the room thought it was done by Ange."
Mr. Jiang narrowed his eyes: "This person does not meet the conditions of the dark pavilion, we will not take such orders."
Mr. Jiang knew that Lu Huai had dealt with Mr. Fei’s smuggling a while ago, and now Mr. Fei has died in the French General Club.
Although I don't know who did it, that person definitely wanted to plant it on the hidden pavilion.
Lu Huai's voice fell heavily: "I called to tell Mr. Jiang something."
Mr. Jiang's heart tightened.
Does the Third Young Master believe in the hidden pavilion
Lu Huai spoke slowly, his voice low.
"There are ghosts in the dark pavilion."