Ye Chu didn't answer, but listened to Lu Huai's words silently.
Ye Chu knew that he had found his hiding place, but she was not nervous.
Her thoughts rolled and she was thinking about what to do next, but after waiting for about half a minute, Lu Huai remained silent.
Then, Lu Huai turned around, dropped his finger lightly, and pressed it on the light switch.
The room was extremely silent, and Lu Huai's voice rang.
"Ye Chu, you passed the test."
There was a slight smile in his words, but other emotions were well hidden.
Although Lu Huai was satisfied with Ye Chu's performance, he hoped that she would continue to improve.
When Lu Huai finished speaking, the light above his head turned on, and the light illuminates the entire dark room.
The soft light also fell on Ye Chu's face. She walked out of the hiding place slowly and saw Lu Huai standing there. He kept looking in this direction.
Lu Huai smiled faintly: "If you think the competition is not over yet, why don't you look for a chance to practice with me again as follows?"
Ye Chu just felt that he hadn't had much fun, and the outcome was still undecided.
Since Lu Huai took the initiative to make this request, she naturally complied with it.
When the heartbeat calmed down and his body relaxed from the tight state, Ye Chu remembered the conversation between the two before.
Lu Huai said that if she can pass his test, she will take her to a place.
Ye Chu looked up at him: "Where are you taking me?"
Lu Huai did not answer: "Tomorrow at eight o'clock in the evening, come to the Peace Hotel to find me."
Ye Chu didn't ask the bottom line, "Okay."
Lu Huai suddenly called her out: "Ye Chu."
He added: "I hope that in our cooperation, each other can have absolute privacy."
"From today, the people I sent will continue to protect you, but they will not tell me everything about your actions unless necessary."
Ye Chu was stunned, unable to speak.
Lu Huai had already told the group of men and asked them to continue to protect Ye Chu. They only protect her life and will not interfere in any of her actions.
He didn't want to restrain her behavior.
Ye Chu knew in his heart that Lu Huai meant that in this cooperation, there was no difference between high and low.
This will not only ensure the smooth progress of cooperation, but also maintain the relationship between the two of them.
In other words, Lu Huai and Ye Chu will always be equal and respect each other.
She had a sore nose and then moved her eyes away. Soon, she controlled her emotions.
Ye Chu opened her mouth, her voice sounded restrained and calm: "Thank you."
She lowered her eyes, not knowing what she was thinking.
Ye Chu was hiding very well. Lu Huai glanced at her face but didn't notice it.
After the two said goodbye, they left the Western Sword Club one after another, and went home respectively.
They left quietly, walking extremely low-key. No one knows what happened in that room in the club.
The voice once told Ye Chu that Mo Qinghan would come to Shanghai in disguise.
In recent days, the strange faces that suddenly appeared in Shanghai may be Mo Qinghan.
They have to be cautious.
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On this day, the weather was fine and the cold sunshine shone down.
But in some places, there are always people doing ugly things.
An antique shop on Nanjing Street welcomed a guest.
Gao Yan looked solemn and stopped in front of the antique shop. He thought for a while and walked in with his foot up.
Pushing the door open, Gao Yan looked around. The store has a strong quaint atmosphere, and every item has gone through a long history of precipitation.
But there was no one in the shop, and it was deserted.
The sun came in through the window, shining brightly, and it became more and more silent in the store.
Gao Yan walked to a cabinet with several antiques, each of which looked expensive.
He examined it for a while, and then walked to the clerk.
"I am not interested in the antiques in your shop. I want to see some more valuable ones."
The clerk is tall, wearing a navy blue gown, and looks gentle.
He bent his head, heard Gao Yan's words, and looked up.
The clerk is called Meng Qi, and he has a modest tone: "What kind of antique do you think is the most valuable?"
Gao Yan: "Han Fei Thousand-foot Jade, Sprinkle a Lin Frost."
Meng Qi knew the purpose of Gao Yan's arrival. He glanced at the other shop assistants: "Close the store door, and now it is temporarily closed."
The clerk knew, locked the door and put up a sign with a few words written on it.
There is something in the store, so business is temporarily closed.
Then, Meng Qi looked at Gao Yan and said gently: "Close your eyes first."
Since Gao Yan needed an antique shop to help him, he would naturally agree, and he nodded.
Meng Qi covered Gao Yan's eyes with a dark cloth. The cloth was specially made to block all the light.
Gao Yan only felt that the light dimmed in an instant, and then, it seemed that someone was holding his arm.
There was darkness in front of him, and Meng Qi's voice rang: "Now I will take you in."
Meng Qi left the counter, crossed the row of shelves lined with antiques, and walked inside. Behind the counter is a quiet corridor, very empty.
Meng Qi walked for a while, and suddenly stopped.
His eyes fell on the wall, where there was a dark switch, which was extremely inconspicuous. Meng Qi pressed it once, and the wall slowly moved up.
There is a door hidden here. Open the door and there is a room inside.
Meng Qi walked in with Gao Yan, and then pressed the switch in the room again, and the door closed.
Meng Qi took off the cloth from Gao Yan's eyes and said gently, "Please sit down."
Pointed to the side seat.
Gao Yan's vision became clear, only to realize that this room was huge, several times larger than the entire antique shop.
He sat down and said, "My name is Gao Yan, and I want to ask Ange to help me get rid of a person."
Gao Yan took out a photo and handed it to Meng Qi: "This person will appear at the Fontainebleau Cafe at 8 o'clock tonight."
Meng Qi took the photo and glanced at it carefully.
The surname of the person in the photo is Lin. Meng Qi knows that this person has done a lot of evil and done all bad things, but many people have been deceived by this surname Lin, thinking that he is a good person.
Meng Qi raised his head and said in a gentle tone: "Are you clear about the rules of the hidden pavilion?"
The secret pavilion's rules are: one, not to kill good people, and two, not to take orders from Shanghai.
As soon as the voice fell, Gao Yan's heart relaxed a little, knowing that Ange did not refuse, he was a little grateful.
The hidden pavilion doesn't take all orders. Some people come to the door even if they know the existence of the hidden pavilion. If the person who wants to kill does not meet the rules of the secret court, the secret court will refuse.
Once Ange refused, there would be no more room for maneuver.
Gao Yan: "I know that the hidden pavilion has a high salary, but once the order is placed, it will be completed, and the employer will never be disappointed."
After a pause, Gao Yan spoke again: "And after it's done, I must not divulge this matter, otherwise I will be punished by the hidden pavilion."
Gao Yan took out the silver ticket and put it on the table: "This is my commission to the hidden pavilion."
Meng Qi whispered: "Wait a moment, I'll make a call."
He stood up, walked to the phone, and dialed a number. This number is a dedicated line.
Meng Qi turned his back to Gao Yan, and Gao Yan could only see his back. There is no wrinkle in the gown on his body, it is extremely smooth.
Gao Yan suddenly remembered a word about the dark pavilion. The dark pavilion did things cleanly and extremely elegantly in killing people.
After Meng Qi spoke a few words, she put aside the phone, walked over to Gao Yan, and sat down.
Meng Qi put his hand on the banknote and picked up the banknote, he said gently.
"This order, Ange took it."
Gao Yan looked happy and thanked him again and again. Then he was blindfolded again and led out.
The sky was raining, and the ground kept pattering. The sky is gray, like a faint shadow on the cage.
On the wet trail, a long man holding a black umbrella walked over slowly.
He is wearing a suit, the suit is very well tailored, and the temperament is very elegant.
The rain was getting stronger, but the man's clothes were still clean and dry, and the slight rain did not fall on the man.
Under the cold rain curtain, everything around looked white and vast, but the man's figure became clearer.
The man stopped in front of a tavern.
He closed the umbrella, moved lightly, and walked straight in.
The man asked for a bottle of wine and sat in the corner. The umbrella was set aside and hung down, making the ground more damp.
Perhaps because of the rain and the extremely low temperature at night, there were only a few people in the pub.
The man picked up the wine glass, moved it to his mouth, and took a sip. The wine was reflected against the transparent wall of the glass, making it more and more that the man's fingers were slender.
His every move is gentle and gentle, like a modest gentleman.
He looked out the window, and a little rain fell slowly along the edge of the window.
The man's eyes fell into the distance, his eyes moved slightly.
At the other end, a person walked slowly, and there was a cafe at the end of the street corner.
The night was getting darker, and the street was a bit remote, and it was very quiet all around.
There is a faint coffee aroma in the air. If someone is passing by, they can't help but walk in, order a cup of coffee, and savor it in the shop.
On a cold winter night, drinking a cup of hot coffee will make you feel much better.
Meng Qi wore a pair of exquisite gold-wire glasses, a suit and a neat tie.
With his back straight and steady, he walked straight into the cafe.
Meng Qi came to the cafe tonight to find someone.
The cafe is small and simple in layout, so you can see it thoroughly at a glance.
He saw the man he was looking for. The man was about forty or fifty years old, he was a little bloated, and was drinking coffee.
He lifted his foot and walked over.
Meng Qi walked to the other side of the man, sat down slowly, and said mildly, "Are you Mr. Lin?"
Mr. Lin put down his coffee and raised his head, somewhat puzzled: "You are..."
He didn't know the person in front of him, he didn't know who this person was.
Meng Qi: "I know your son Lin An, and I am his classmate."
"We have a good relationship, and we can talk about it better."
Mr. Lin is quite clear, he heard his son mentioned that he has a good friend. Listening to Lin An's description, his friend was gentle, and the man in front of him seemed to fit him.
Mr. Lin: "Where is this? Lin An said that you helped him a lot. If you were not there, he would not be able to solve many things."
Meng Qi smiled, that smile was gentle and gentle, and looked very modest.
Although the two are not familiar with each other, Meng Qi's attitude is very good, and his speech is also very cultivated, which makes people feel good about it.
Mr. Lin felt that he was very comfortable talking, and Mr. Lin's words gradually increased, and the two talked very happily.
Meng Qi also ordered coffee and desserts, the waiter brought them up, put them on the table, and left.
The coffee is a little hot, and the pale mist rises, making Meng Qi's expression more and more gentle.
Meng Qi glanced at the table, and there was a delicate watch on the black table. This watch belongs to Mr. Lin.
The watch is only a short distance from the edge of the table.
Meng Qi withdrew his gaze, he suddenly stretched out his hand and reached for the dessert, seeming to accidentally get the watch to the ground.
The winter is extremely cold, and the coffee shop floor is covered with a thick blanket, and the watch falls on the blanket.
The blanket was relatively thick, and there was no sound when the watch fell.
Meng Qi’s voice was full of apologetics: "Sorry, Mr. Lin, I blamed me for being careless."
"If the watch breaks, I will pay you."
Mr. Lin waved his hand again and again: "It's okay, you're just not careful."
Meng Qi's behavior was very elegant, and Mr. Lin let go of his guards after only a brief chat.
In front of Meng Qi, Mr. Lin, who had always been cautious, also lost his vigilance.
Mr. Lin just said: "You don't have to take it to heart."
While talking, Mr. Lin bent down, ready to pick up his watch.
At the same time, Meng Qi also bent down.
Mr. Lin picked up the watch and looked at it. The watch was fine and undamaged.
He was about to stand up, suddenly feeling cold, as if something sharp brushed his neck quickly, feeling cold to the touch.
Immediately, there was a sharp pain in his neck. Before he knew what was happening, Mr. Lin closed his eyes and immediately stopped breathing.
Mr. Lin's head dropped, and his body was about to fall. At this moment, Meng Qi stretched out his hand and gently caught him.
Meng Qi hid a blade as thin as a cicada's wing in his hand. Just when Mr. Lin bent down, he took a knife and cut the most fragile part of his neck.
Killed in one fell swoop.
At the same time, Meng Qi pulled up his clothes a bit to cover the wound.
With Mr. Lin's figure, he casually hid the blade back where it was.
The movements are extremely fast, but extremely gentle.
Meng Qi held Mr. Lin's head and put him on the seat.
Then, he moved slightly to make Mr. Lin's head rest on the table. The voice is so soft that no one else can notice it.
From the outside, it is not surprising that Mr. Lin is a man who has fallen asleep.
Meng Qi sat back in position without rushing, took a sip of coffee, and then stood up slowly.
His body and hands were clean and there was no trace of blood stained.
The suit is still neat, without wrinkles, and the tie is neat.
It's exactly the same as when I first entered the cafe.
In the slightest, he killed a person in an instant.
Meng Qi's complexion was calm, he walked out of the cafe with graceful steps.
After a long time, the cafe was about to close, and the waiter walked up to Mr. Lin and wanted to wake him up.
The waiter thought that Mr. Lin was lying on the table and fell asleep. He gave a light push: "Sir, our shop is about to close..."
Unexpectedly, Mr. Lin fell to the ground all of a sudden, his face was pale and bright red bloodstains flowed to the floor.
The waiter was so frightened that his legs were soft, and he yelled, "It's dead..."
After Meng Qi left the cafe, he walked into the tavern next to him. He behaved as usual and walked straight to a man.
He came to the man, sat down, and poured wine into the glass.
Meng Qi picked up the wine glass, moved to the man's side, and said mildly, "Mr. Jiang, the wine is full."
What he meant was that he had successfully completed the task.
Mr. Jiang was the one who came to the tavern earlier. His figure was hidden in the darkness, making it indistinguishable.
The moonlight was white, falling through the gaps in the clouds, illuminating only a small area near his feet.
His shadow was printed deep and shallow on the ground, and the outline was a little fuzzy.
Mr. Jiang took the wine glass in a hurry and placed it gently on the table.
The brandy in the glass shook slightly, but gradually calmed down.
"Meng Qi, the action is fairly neat." Mr. Jiang lowered his head and glanced at his watch.
His voice was like a breeze and drizzle, and his eyes were calm and gentle.
Meng Qi lowered his head slightly: "Naturally not as good as Mr. Jiang."
Mr. Jiang did not answer, he stood up and walked outside the pub. Meng Qi picked up the umbrella and followed.
Mr. Jiang stopped at the door.
Mr. Jiang wore a three-piece suit with delicate buckles on the cuffs of his shirt and a half-Windsor knot on his textured tie.
He had custom-made high-end leather shoes on his feet. It was clear that it was raining tonight, but those shoes were brand new as before, without a trace of dust.
His every move is elegant and indifferent.
Meng Qi stepped forward and opened a black umbrella. The rain hit the umbrella surface, and the sound was clear and cold.
The night was heavy, and it was dark all around, and there was no light. The black umbrella seemed to blend into the deep night.
Mr. Jiang went under the umbrella and walked forward slowly into the rain in Nanjing.
He suddenly felt that it was time to go to Shanghai.
The author has something to say: The elegant and gentle mysterious organization Dark Pavilion has appeared, and all the suspects disguised by Mo Qinghan have appeared.
Author: As suspects, what do you think.
Uninhibited son He: I'm just a dude.
Mr. Jiang smiled gently: Borrowed, I'm just here to do a task.
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