"What feature?" Xie Wan'er's eyes lit up!
Zhang Zixiang looked around and whispered: "The death of uncle and uncle is related to an organization."
Xie Wan'er also whispered: "Do you know what organization it is?"
"I don't know what organization, but I got some evidence. Unfortunately, I had no money and no one to help, so I had no choice but to give up." Zhang Zixiang's face was full of disappointment.
Xie Wan'er asked excitedly: "Do you have evidence? In what way?"
"Why are you so interested in this matter? The investigation is a matter of the patrol room." Zhang Zixiang leaned back, leaning on the back of his chair, looking at her for a while.
Xie Wan'er smiled awkwardly and explained: "I hope the person who killed the uncle and uncle will be arrested, so that we can all be safer?"
"Those people killed were people of the generation of uncles and uncles. You are fine." Zhang Zixiang seemed to say casually. But there was a certainty in the tone. This makes Xie Wan'er feel very strange.
"Then what if they pay my dad?" Xie Wan'er questioned.
"You are right. The evidence I found is kept at home. If you need it, you can get it now." Zhang Zixiang said generously.
"Thank you, Brother Zhang." Xie Wan'er said joyfully.
"We'll go after you have eaten." Zhang Zixiang put the cow into his mouth, his mouth turned up slightly.
Xie Wan'er put down the knife and fork, wiped her mouth, and said, "I'm done!"
Zhang Zixiang glanced at the food that was barely moving, and put the knife and fork down, "Then we will go directly to get the evidence."
The two left the International Hotel and drove directly to Zhang's house. Zhang's house is a two-story white building, and the neighbors next to it are French. The relationship between the French and the Zhang family is good, and the two have frequent contacts. However, since Zhang's father passed away, Zhang Zixiang has rarely dealt with the French. He neither allowed the French to come to his home, nor did he go to the French house again.
The car stopped at the door of Zhang's house. Xie Wan'er looked at Zhang's small white building in darkness, feeling gloomy, and felt a sense of fear in her heart, as if there was some fierce beast hidden in the building.
"Wan'er, since my family passed away and the money was swept away, all the servants in the family were fired, and I developed the habit of living independently. I didn't hire any more people, which made you laugh!" Zhang Zixiang explained and opened the door. , Turn on the lights in the living room.
"Big Brother Zhang stood up again in adversity, strong and independent, admirable." Xie Wan'er praised.
The two came to the living room together, and Zhang Zixiang said, "Sit down, I'll pour red wine for you. The new English wine tastes very good."
"Brother Zhang, don't bother! Give me the evidence, and I have to rush home." Xie Wan'er looked at the empty mansion, a little fidgeting.
"No trouble." Zhang Zixiang insisted on pouring a glass of wine for Xie Wan'er, took a glass of wine by himself, sat on the sofa, and passed the wine to Xie Wan'er, "Taste it, don't rush for this moment."
Xie Wan'er took the bar, Zhang Zixiang touched the glass with him, brought the glass to his mouth, and took a sip. Watching Xie Wan'er drink, the corners of his lips curled up slightly, and a sly smile after success hung up.
Xie Wan'er put down the wine glass and said awkwardly: "Big Brother Zhang, it's too late. My father has a rule that I can't go home late."
"Wan'er, I heard that you are asking about the birth hospital of the assassinated uncles and uncles, right?"
Xie Wan'er's face changed. She had been investigating secretly. How could Zhang Zixiang know
"Yes, I'm looking for uncles and uncles in common. Brother Zhang, where were you born? At home or in the hospital?"
"Hospital." Zhang Zixiang knew everything.
Xie Wan'er felt that her head was a little dizzy. She rubbed her temples without paying too much attention, and asked, "What year is it?"
"The third year of the Republic of China. It is also interesting to say that there was a Japanese child who was born at the same time as me. My father even took a picture of us and took a picture with the Japanese." Zhang Zixiang shook the red wine with a look on his face. Smile, talking about this funny story.
"Uncle Zhang took a photo? Where is the photo? Can I see it?" Xie Wan'er couldn't help but feel nervous, with a kind of excitement close to the truth.
"The photo may be in the study room. The photo at that time still has a signature, but it is estimated that I can't find it!" Zhang Zixiang's face showed a look of regret.
"Big Brother Zhang was born in St. Mary's Hospital?" Xie Wan'er shook her head increasingly dizzy.
"It seems so! My father said it, I didn't remember it. When I was packing up the relics, I put the photo together with the diary where my father recorded my birth!"
"Can you find it for me?"
"Not now, I don't have time to find it. It's better to wait for two days. I will give you the evidence first. I will press it at the bottom. It may take ten minutes. Wait a moment." Zhang Zixiang left the living room and entered the bedroom on the second floor. .
Xie Wan'er saw Zhang Zixiang enter the bedroom, closed the door, and quickly came to the study on the second floor. Turn on the light and look for the photo and birth certificate.
The Zhang family's study is very large, and there are not many books yet. There is nothing but a table and a bookshelf.
Where are the collected relics? It doesn't look like there are relics here. Xie Wan'er opened the drawer. There were no photos or diaries inside. Although Zhang Zixiang promised to show him the photos and diary, Xie Wan'er felt that he was perfunctory and decided to look for it himself.
After searching on the table, Xie Wan'er began to search on the shelf.
Zhang Zixiang walked out of the bedroom and listened carefully. He heard the sound from the study, with a smug expression on his face. He gently went downstairs and locked the door before going upstairs again. The wool carpet avoided the sound of footsteps, until Zhang Zixiang stood at the entrance of the study, Xie Wan'er hadn't noticed yet.
"Wan'er, why are you here?"
Xie Wan'er was taken aback, and quickly put the book in her hand back to the shelf, and said in a flustered manner: "Big Brother Zhang, I was looking for the bathroom, but I came to the wrong place. I saw that the book on the shelf was good, so I picked it up and took a look."
"Wan'er, you like to read books. As long as you marry me, you can read the books in my house and I will buy more for you. If you are willing to learn about your father and me, I will tell you without reservation." Zhang Zixiang said, approaching Xie Wan'er step by step.
"Big Brother Zhang, don't you kidding me, what's the evidence? I'm going home!" Xie Wan'er looked at Zhang Zixiang, who was approaching her, and had become two heads. Xie Wan'er had a bad premonition in her heart, she didn't seem to be drunk.
"Evidence? I am the evidence. Do you think your investigation is very secretive? You think I don't know why you are investigating those damn old ghosts? Do you think I am stupid, how can I give you the evidence?" Zhang Zixiang no longer pretends , The expression on his face is full of hideous.
"You, are you Japanese?" Xie Wan'er exclaimed.
"It seems that you know too much! Originally I wanted you to be my woman, so I can let you have a life. Since you don't choose this life, I can only feel refreshed and send you to meet those damn old ghosts. When the time comes, you can find them yourself, do you think it’s okay?" Zhang Zixiang approached Xie Wan'er, the grinning smile on his face became more and more fierce.
"Don't come here." Xie Wan'er called in fear.
"Don't resist, let me catch it obediently. I will make you comfortable before you die." Zhang Zixiang's expression was distorted, making people shudder.
Xie Wan'er hid behind the table with fear on her face and shouted: "Don't come here, I'm going to call someone!"
"Honestly let me catch and serve me comfortably. I may also let you have a way out and don't force me to kill you." Zhang Zixiang smiled triumphantly and continued to approach, "You can't escape. Enter this door from you," I didn't plan to let you go out."
Seeing Zhang Zixiang approaching, Xie Wan'er eagerly grabbed the pen holder on the table, gritted her teeth, and smashed it with all her strength. Zhang Zixiang flashed away slightly, the pen holder flew past him, hit the window, broke the glass, and flew out.
The sound of glass breaking was loud. The French family had a dog next to him. He was sleeping on his stomach, but now he stood up and barked at Zhang Zixiang's house.
"Help, help!" Xie Wan'er shouted.
"Wan'er, don't shout, I will love you very much." Zhang Zixiang pressed his hands down and signaled Xie Wan'er not to get excited, and slowly approached.
"Don't come here." Xie Wan'er moved her steps and shook her head vigorously. Her head was a little dizzy right now.
"I'm really joking, my father and Uncle Xie have met Mo Ni, you are like my own sister, just to test your vigilance, there is no other meaning." Zhang Zixiang continued to approach her.
Xie Wan'er seemed to really believe that, instead of continuing to move, she asked, "Are you true?"
"I swear to God, what I just said..." Zhang Zixiang was not far from Xie Wan'er, so he immediately rushed forward and said proudly, "It's all lies."
Xie Wan'er subconsciously picked up the lamp on the table and slammed it over, then turned around and fled, opened the door of the study, and ran out.
Zhang Zixiang covered his head with his arms, the lamp smashed on Zhang Zixiang's arm, the lampshade was shattered, and Zhang Zixiang's face was wiped with a few faint blood stains on the broken glass. Zhang Zixiang touched the wound on his face with his hand, his teeth were painful, and he said viciously: "Smelly ****, you dare to hurt me."
Xie Wan'er leaned on the stairs, stumbled and ran downstairs, turned her head to look behind her, Zhang Zixiang hadn't come out of the study, she breathed a sigh of relief, grabbed the door handle with both hands, and pulled back.
Didn't move.
Open the door hard again.
Still not moving.
Xie Wan'er was anxious, and kept experimenting with twisting the lock. But it can't be opened anyhow. On the contrary, the lock in front of her turned into several shadows, and her head became more dizzy.
She looked back and saw Zhang Zixiang walking out of the study, carrying a sharp short samurai sword in her hand. She was even more frightened. She kept pulling the door and shouting: "Come on! Help!"
"Don't bother. The door was locked by my key. You can't open it." Zhang Zixiang walked down the stairs step by step, calmly.
The glass upstairs was smashed. Zhang Zixiang was also worried that Xie Wan'er's shout would be heard. The glass downstairs was not broken, and Xie Wan'er's shout could not be heard far.
Zhang Zixiang went down the stairs, Xie Wan'er ran to the living room, picked up a vase, and smashed it towards the window.
The glass was smashed again.
Zhang Zixiang gritted his teeth and said: "Smash it! Keep smashing! Let me see who can save you?"
The Frenchman walked out of the house because of the dog's noise. After all, he has a very good relationship with Zhang's father. He was worried about what might be wrong with Zhang's family. He came downstairs and asked: "Zhang Zixiang, are you at home? What happened?"