Lu Huai and Mr. Jiang have the same idea.
Mr. Fei did not meet the requirements of the secret court, but he died in the French General Club. And the murderer's tactics were exactly the same as that of Ange.
Who actually took this order? Who killed Mr. Fei again
The killer of the dark pavilion is not allowed to seek revenge in private. Therefore, only one possibility remains.
There are ghosts in the dark pavilion.
The death of Mr. Fei will not only annoy the French, the patrol house will not be able to investigate, and it will even create a gap between Lu Huai and the hidden pavilion.
The people who designed this bureau wanted to kill two birds with one stone, and were extremely vicious in their minds.
Mr. Jiang: "Thank you for your trust."
Lu Huai's voice was faint: "Since I work with Mr. Jiang, I won't doubt you easily."
Lu Huai: "The French want an explanation from the patrol house. I hope Mr. Jiang can give them a satisfactory answer."
Mr. Jiang: "It will definitely live up to the trust of the three young masters."
…
Mr. Jiang is going to catch this inner ghost.
The temperature was extremely low, and the cold and dry air filled the French Concession.
Mr. Jiang walked into the antique shop on Smith Road, and he took a light walk. There were very few people in the shop and it was deserted.
Seeing Mr. Jiang coming, Meng Wu yelled respectfully: "Mr. Jiang."
Meng Wu asked others to look after the antique shop, and he went to the secret room with Mr. Jiang.
Mr. Jiang glanced at Meng Wu, "Meng Wu, what mission did everyone have last night?"
After talking to Lu Huai, Mr. Jiang has already investigated, and the person who assassinated Mr. Fei is most likely related to Meng Wu.
Now, he is here to test Meng Wu.
Meng Wu's expression was calm: "Mr. Jiang, the dark pavilion had no mission last night, and all the members are on standby."
No outsider knows about his contact with Meng Si. No one knew about the murder of Mr. Fei.
Meng Wu was sure that Mr. Jiang would not find out.
Mr. Jiang continued to ask: "Really? I have one more question."
Meng Wu: "Mr. Jiang, please speak."
Mr. Jiang's eyes were gloomy and unclear: "Have anyone from other bases come to Shanghai recently?"
This sentence is a bureau set by Mr. Jiang. If Meng Wu's answer is incorrect, Mr. Jiang can be sure that he was the killer that day.
Meng Wu said categorically, "No."
Meng Wu pretended to be calm, not allowing himself to expose anything wrong.
He thought this was hiding for Meng Si, but this sentence revealed himself.
Mr. Jiang sneered in his heart.
Mr. Jiang: "I asked the third minor to check it. A person from the Hangzhou base did come the day before yesterday."
Hearing this, Meng Wu was a little panicked.
Mr. Jiang also said: "The man came to Shanghai under the pseudonym of Ji Hang."
On a train from Hangzhou to Nanjing, a passenger died accidentally. His name was Ji Hang.
But on the second day, Ji Hang appeared on the train from Nanjing to Shanghai.
Mr. Jiang knew that someone must have borrowed Ji Hang's identity to cover his whereabouts.
As the inner ghost came from the hidden pavilion's stronghold in Hang County, Mr. Jiang wanted to test Meng Wu's reaction.
Meng Wu was silent and did not speak.
Through Meng Wu's reaction, Mr. Jiang already knew the truth.
Mr. Jiang: "That person is Meng Si?"
He used a statement tone, extremely calm.
The secret pavilion has the rules of the secret pavilion, and people in each stronghold cannot leave the stronghold without order.
Meng Si ignored this rule, hid his identity, and came to Shanghai with special intentions.
Mr. Jiang looked at Meng Si coldly: "The French General Club has died, and the French expatriates are panicked, causing turmoil in the French Concession."
"Meng Wu, do you want to disrupt Shanghai Beach?"
A trace of regret flashed in Meng Wu's eyes. He did it wrong, and he never thought that the consequences would be so serious.
He shouldn't have taken this order privately just because he had friendship with Meng Si, because he would hurt the secret court by doing so.
Mr. Jiang no longer looks at Meng Wu: "I will hand you over to the patrol room and give the French an explanation."
Mr. Fei was killed by Meng Wu, this is the punishment Meng Wu deserves.
As for Meng Si, he will deal with it in another way.
That night, Mr. Jiang went to Hangzhou by car.
Meng Si was in Hangzhou's stronghold, and he would personally take Meng Si's life.
Hang County.
It was raining in the sky, and the rain was a bit heavy, and the raindrops fell mercilessly on the ground.
There are very few pedestrians on a quiet road. Maybe because the rain is getting heavier and heavier, everyone hastened their pace.
Holding a black umbrella, Mr. Jiang walked slowly on the road.
The black umbrella, the cold night, Mr. Jiang's figure seemed to melt into the cold night.
It rained hurriedly and quickly, and the rain slapped the umbrella heavily, but his clothes were still clean and dry, and they were not wet at all.
There are street lamps on both sides, and the soft light falls, illuminating the road ahead.
There was an antique shop in front of it, the stronghold of the hidden pavilion, and Mr. Jiang went straight in.
The night was getting darker, and there happened to be no one in the shop, and it was terribly silent.
Mr. Jiang entered the store and put away the umbrella. The black umbrella leaned against the table, and the rain fell.
His every move is extremely gentle and extremely elegant.
It seemed to be the last calm before the storm.
Hearing the movement, Meng Si looked up.
When he saw the person coming, his heart tightened.
Why is Mr. Jiang here? Could it be that he has found himself
Meng Si maintained his apparent composure: "Mr. Jiang."
Mr. Jiang's words are warm, and it sounds like he just asked casually: "Meng Si, how long have you been in the dark pavilion?"
Meng Si: "It's been five years."
Mr. Jiang said calmly: "The dark pavilion treats you not badly."
Five years is enough time for Ange to teach Meng Si many things. Five years' time was enough to make Meng Si betrayed.
Meng Si's answer was extremely cautious: "It is my honour to meet a master like you, Mr. Jiang."
It sounds like their conversation is very common, but Meng Si still heightened his vigilance. Mr. Jiang came here suddenly, and he was a little uneasy.
Mr. Jiang chuckled softly.
His tone was gentle, but there was a chill in his eyes.
"A few days ago, you found Meng Wu. Then, Mr. Fei died in Shanghai."
Mr. Jiang's voice is extremely soft, but with a faint sense of depression, it is suffocating.
Meng Si naturally refused to admit: "Mr. Jiang, I don't know what you are talking about."
Mr. Jiang: "Meng Si, you let Meng Wu do it, and you don't come forward. Even if something goes wrong, you will stay out of it."
"In order not to make me doubt, you first took a car from Hangzhou to Nanjing, and then from Nanjing to Shanghai."
Meng Si's hand was hanging on his side, shaking slightly.
Mr. Jiang already knows.
Mr. Jiang looked indifferent: "The dark pavilion trains you, not for you to one day use those skills to deal with the dark pavilion."
Mr. Jiang's gaze swept across Meng Si, icy.
The chill covered Meng Si's back inch by inch, and his eyes were full of fear.
Mr. Jiang said word by word: "Meng Si, you know, I don't like betrayal."
The air seemed to freeze, making people unable to breathe.
At this moment, Mr. Jiang suddenly asked: "Meng Si, who is the person behind you?"
This man manipulated Meng Si and even tried to disrupt Shanghai Beach. His mind was really vicious.
Meng Si is from Mo Qinghan, and he knows that if he reveals the identity of the person behind the scenes, he will die.
Meng Si immediately took out the gun at his waist and aimed at Mr. Jiang.
If he wants to leave here, Mr. Jiang must die.
But Mr. Jiang moved faster than Meng Si. Meng Sigang raised his gun and Mr. Jiang had already fired.
A dull gunshot suddenly sounded in the air, breaking the silence!
Mr. Jiang's gun hit Meng Si in the wrist.
Meng Si felt pain in his wrist, so he couldn't help letting go, and the gun fell on the ground.
At this time, Mr. Jiang's cold voice sounded: "Your marksmanship was taught by Ange."
Then he abolished Meng Si's hand, making Meng Si no longer able to hold a gun.
Seeing that the situation was not right, Meng Si endured the pain and ran out of the door immediately. Mr. Jiang is very skilled. If he fights with Mr. Jiang, he will have no chance of winning.
Meng Si actually knew that he might not be able to get out of here today. However, Meng Si still wanted to fight for the last chance.
Seeing Meng Si's behavior, Mr. Jiang did not act.
Since Meng Si wanted to escape, he let Meng Si breathe for a while. Anyway, Meng Si always wanted to keep his life here.
Mr. Jiang stood there, taking off his gloves slowly, his movements were extremely elegant.
The gloves are black and have excellent texture. The snow-white light shone down, making it even more slender and clean that Mr. Jiang's hands were.
It was almost time, Mr. Jiang raised his eyes and looked out the door.
Mr. Fang Caijiang deliberately let Meng Si run away, and Meng Si quickly got outside.
The door was hidden, leaving only a shallow gap, and the cold air came up.
Meng Si raised his hand, just about to put it on the doorknob, and opened the door.
A bullet broke through the wind and hit Meng Si with a fierce momentum.
Meng Si's eyes tightened and he withdrew his hand.
Mr. Jiang's shot was a warning to Meng Si.
Before Meng Si continued to move, the dull gunfire sounded again.
The cold bullets engulfed the chill, whizzing across Meng Si's head.
The sharp pain swept through again, and Meng Si felt terrified.
At this moment, Mr. Jiang's cold voice sounded behind him: "Meng Si, your current life is given to you by the Secret Pavilion."
After the Dark Pavilion was taken over by Mr. Jiang, it was completely different from the previous cold-blooded and cruel rules.
The dark pavilion doesn't care about the killers' past, as long as they are loyal, if the task is completed, the dark pavilion will give them excellent treatment.
"You betrayed the hidden pavilion, and I will take back everything you have."
Including your life.
Even if Meng Si didn't look back, he could feel the deep chill behind his back.
Obviously only a few minutes passed, but Meng Si felt that time was so long.
Meng Sixin was ashamed, and Mr. Jiang could easily take his life, and no matter how hard he struggled, it was in vain.
Meng Si turned around and looked at Mr. Jiang.
With a sneer at the corner of Mr. Jiang's mouth: "I'll ask again, who is the person behind you? Who are you doing for?"
The black muzzle was aimed at Meng Si, and if Meng Si moved slightly, Mr. Jiang would shoot immediately.
Meng Si's body trembled. He should have known long ago that from the moment he chose to betray the dark pavilion, his life would remain in Mr. Jiang's hands.
The atmosphere in the room was extremely depressed, and the air stagnated.
There was heavy rain outside the window, and white lightning flashed across the sky from time to time.
Mr. Jiang's expression was colder than this bleak winter day, and there was no temperature in his eyes.
Meng Si never spoke, and there was silence in the room.
Mr. Jiang knew that Meng Si had a tolerant temperament. If he did not speak, he must have made up his mind.
Mr. Jiang suddenly smiled.
The next second, he pulled the trigger.
The bullet hit Meng Si's eyebrows without mercy.
At this moment, Mr. Jiang became that Jiang Xun who had fought over from the proving ground.
Cruel and unfeeling.
Meng Si is dead.
The antique shop in Hangzhou will be taken over by another person.
Mr. Jiang put away the gun, the coldness in his eyes dissipated.
He picked up the black umbrella and walked out of the antique shop without any haste.
The door was closed, blocking the smell of blood.
With the rain still falling, Mr. Jiang walked into the deep night under an umbrella.
After returning to Shanghai, he returned to his original identity.
…
Originally, Yijun was scheduled to perform after the New Year, but because the Russian dance troupe was coming to Shanghai, the performance of the drama Yijun was scheduled earlier.
Tickets are already on sale. To their surprise, the tickets were sold out in just a few days.
Since Yijun was published, it has been selling well for some time.
Many people have read Yijun's novel, and there are fans of this book all over the country.
Whether in Peking or Nanjing, the local theater troupe is preparing for this drama, and they want to put Yijun on the stage.
The drama Yijun is about to be staged in the Cathay Theater. This is the first time that Yijun has been adapted into a drama, which is naturally expected by everyone.
And this time the actors are all students from Xinli Middle School, and the younger generation will interpret the book, which everyone finds very novel.
Today is the last rehearsal for the students of Xinli Middle School.
Some people don’t even care about food in a hurry.
Ye Chu knew that this opportunity was very important to Yan Manman and the others, and of course she would accompany them.
In order to achieve the effect on stage, all the actors put on formal costumes, and even the makeup on their faces was painted in advance.
The theater has drawn a thick curtain, only the lights are on on the stage, and the understage is completely dark.
All the students tensed their minds and devoted themselves to this drama.
At this time, He Xun walked into the Cathay Pacific Theater.
He Xun seemed to have something to do and came to the theater specially.
He Xun saw the theater manager standing not far from the stage. He was watching the performance of the classmates on stage, and he was very interested.
He Xun crossed the aisle and walked over.
The theater manager was a little surprised: "Master He, long time no see."
Although the Cathay Pacific Theater belongs to He's family, He Xun doesn't come here often.
The theater manager will only see He Xun when something goes wrong in the theater.
The theater has been quiet recently, and he doesn't know why Mr. He came over suddenly.
He Xun said casually: "I came here today to ask the manager for a few tickets."
The ticket in He Xun's mouth is naturally the ticket to the drama Yijun.
The theater manager asked casually, "Daddy He is useful to himself, or does Mrs. He want to see Yijun?"
Mrs. He likes to watch theaters, and Mrs. He is a filial piety. He must have come to ask Mrs. He for the ticket.
He Xun paused for a while and said, "Mother wants it. Women in Shanghai like to see Yijun."
In fact, his mother just left Shanghai a few days ago. This time he wants to come to the ticket, but he wants to see it.
But this does not prevent him from using his mother as an excuse.
The theater manager nodded with a respectful expression: "Okay, you can wait here."
Although it is claimed that the tickets have been sold out, each theater will have some reserved tickets.
He Xun said, after the manager left, he turned and leaned against the wall, very casual.
Ye Chu just happened to come in from outside, she had something to do at home, so she came a little later.
There is no overhead light where He Xun is standing, and the shadow covers most of his figure.
Ye Chu's attention was always on the stage, and he didn't notice He Xun leaning against the wall beside him for a while.
However, He Xun saw Ye Chu.
He Xun turned his head slowly, and when Ye Chu approached, he straightened up and blocked Ye Chu's path.
Ye Chu stagnated and stopped walking forward.
He Xun raised his eyebrows with interest: "Ye Chu."
Ye Chu quickly caught a glimpse of He Xun's bandaged wrist.
Ye Chu asked, "Mr. He, your hand hurt?"
He Xun said in a hurry, "I accidentally hurt him when I was at the Golden Gate Hotel last time."
In fact, Mr. Jiang was in an ambush in Jinzhou, and this injury was also caused at that time.
However, He Xun didn't know what the man did, only that he woke up with an injury on his wrist.
Now Ye Chu asked, He Xun didn't want to tell her.
He deliberately mentioned this to remind Ye Chu that he knew the secret of how she could shoot.
Ye Chu naturally didn't believe it: "I clearly remember that Manager He was not injured at that time."
Ye Chu remembered very clearly that He Xun was unscathed at the time.
He Xun didn't take it seriously: "Ye Chu, it seems that I need to remind you. At that time, you were really skilled with the gun."
Ye Chu looked around with his light, no one noticed it.
She did not answer.
He Xun smiled at the corner of his mouth, obviously watching the good show: "Ye Chu, how did you learn to use a gun? Did you explain it clearly to Su Mingzhe?"
He Xun could naturally see that Su Mingzhe was very nervous about Ye Chu's younger sister. If he saw Ye Chu shooting suddenly, he would definitely ask questions.
Ye Chu didn't answer directly: "Does this matter have anything to do with you?"
Ye Chu didn't want to answer, and He Xun didn't ask any more.
Someone soon interrupted the stalemate here.
The theater manager came over: "Hey the manager, your theater ticket."
The moment the manager walked over, He Xun immediately returned to his original appearance.
He Xun said to Ye Chu: "Student Ye, your rehearsal is very good, keep working hard."
Ye Chu smiled and said, "Thank you for the compliment of the school manager He."
He Xun nodded: "I'm leaving now. Goodbye, classmate Ye."
Ye Chu said goodbye: "Hey school director, goodbye."
It seemed that it was just an ordinary conversation.
…
Ye Chu left the Cathay Theater very early without watching this rehearsal. She is going to accompany her mother to the Yang Mansion for a banquet tonight.
On the night of Ye Chu's birthday party, Su Lan agreed to Mrs. Yang's invitation in person.
Therefore, Su Lan must go to this banquet.
Financial Secretary Yang Zhong is recuperating in Shanghai, and he is in good health recently. To celebrate, Mansion Yang held a dinner party.
This banquet invited many celebrities and dignitaries, just like the most common banquet in Shanghai.
For Ye Chu, tonight is just going to accompany Su Lan and will be able to go home soon.
Ye Chu has been following Su Lan, quiet and well-behaved, and accompany her to talk to the wives.
Even if Lu Huai entered the banquet hall, Ye Chu only glanced at it from a distance, not much.
But unexpectedly, in a peaceful atmosphere, there are people with restless thoughts.
A waiter was holding a plate with French pastries on it. With a smile on his face, he treats guests extremely politely.
But his eyes always glance in one direction inadvertently.
Mrs. Ye and Miss Ye Er.
He entered the Yang Mansion as a waiter. He came to the party this time to assassinate Sulan.
He has two purposes.
One is to force Miss Ye Er to expose the fact that she knows how to shoot in front of everyone, and the other is to test Lu Sanshao's views on Miss Ye Er.
These two things, no matter which one succeeds, are the results the master wants.
As for Su Lan's life, it was not considered at all.
He is just a pawn ready to die at any time.
His family is already under control, and if he does not die, they will die.
The waiter has been observing the two people, and he is looking for the most suitable time.
Ye Chu and Su Lan were not moving fast, they walked to the long table covered with white tablecloths, on which some Western food was placed.
Although Ye Chu accompanied Su Lan, she did not lose her vigilance, paying attention to the surrounding movement.
The waiter had already put down the plate in his hand, and he slowly walked to the opposite side of Ye Chu. She didn't stand far away, she could see him as long as she raised her eyes.
There is a long table between them, and he can ensure that the firing range is complete and there is no interference from obstacles.
The waiter looked at Ye Chu in silence. She noticed his sight and just raised her eyes to look over.
He stretched out his hand and took out the gun, deliberately raising the gun in front of Ye Chu.
He wanted Ye Chu to see his actions in order to try out her reaction.
No one noticed the movement here yet.
Ye Chu narrowed his eyes.
She could see clearly, the black hole's muzzle was facing Sulan's direction.
The man quickly pulled the trigger, and gunfire started.
The gunfire evoked a scream of exclamation all around!
Ye Chu's movements were extremely fast. She slammed Su Lan aside, and the bullet quickly grazed Su Lan's side and shot into the wall behind her.
Ye Chu immediately reached out and touched her waist, she squeezed the Browning M1910 tightly.
Under Su Lan's shocked look, Ye Chu pointed the gun at the man, and she pulled the trigger firmly in her eyes.
At this time, two gunshots sounded at the same time!
The icy bullet passed through the chaotic air in the hall and shot directly at the man holding the gun.
Two bullets shot into the man's heart at the same time!
The man fell to the ground and died between the lightning and flint.
One of the shots was shot by Ye Chu.
She was startled slightly, and turned her head to look in the direction where the gunfire rang.
There was a person standing there.
His face is stern and his eyes are deep. He was holding a gun in his hand, and his anger surged.
Another person who shot.
It is Lu Huai.