When Zhou Hao stayed at No. 174 Changjiang Road, he did have contact with underground members of the Communist Party. How did Yan Jing know these? Since he has listed so many black evidences, what exactly is he going to do? What is his true identity? Who is going to kill him again? A series of question marks circled in Zhou Gao's mind. He took out an unfinished letter from Yan Jing's shirt pocket:
Dean Zhou, since meeting in the library of Kyoto Imperial University in Japan, we have seen it right away. You have been cultivated over the years, and only then can I have the achievements of my little brother today! The thing you entrusted is almost complete, my brother has been lurking between the military reunification and **** for several years, hope that when this happens...
The rest of the story was obviously not finished because of something important. This letter was clearly written to Zhou Fohai. Judging from the lines, Yan Jing seemed to be entrusted by Zhou Fohai to doubly lurking between Juntong and the ****. Is his true identity the No. 76 spy? Is he collecting this information to wipe out the Nanjing Military Unification Net? What does Zhou Fohai mean! He thought this way, hitting the trap of the relationship between the eleventh young man and Zhou Fohai.
Thinking annoyedly, Captain Xu came in with a few agents, a little frustrated: "Station master, no one was chased, and there was no shadow! I found a pistol under the window sill without any fingerprints on it. The murderer was very cunning. He seems to be a veteran!"
Zhou Hao gave a vague "um", took out the lighter, and lit all the documents in his hand. Captain Xu didn't dare to ask more, watching silently. After a while, Zhou Hao suddenly said, "How many people were there at that time?"
An agent hurriedly said, "We saw Director Yan and Director Sun entering!"
Zhou Hao glanced at the window: "Was the window open at the time?"
The agent said: "This, we didn't notice. Before we entered the door, Chief Yan asked us to guard outside!"
Zhou Hao waved his hand: "I see." He said to Captain Xu again, "Let's go to the hospital to see Director Sun!"
In the hospital in the French Concession, the left hand of the Eleventh Young Master was wrapped in a thick bandage. Even so, blood still appeared on the bandage, and it seemed that the injury was not light. He closed his eyes and calculated what had happened just now, but found no flaws. Now it's time for webmaster Zhou to ask! As he was thinking, a voice outside smiled and said, "Dr. Sun, I'm frightened!" The webmaster really came.
Zhou Hao pushed the door in, followed by Captain Xu. The Eleventh Young Master struggled to get up, Zhou Hao hurriedly held down his hand, with a look of concern: "The injury is important! Don't move!"
The Eleventh Young Master sighed and said, "Fortunately, stationmaster, if it wasn't for the murderer's wrongdoing, I would be afraid now-alas! It's a pity that Director Yan, he is a young hero, just give it this way -"
Zhou Hao glanced at his injured left arm and asked, "What is going on?"
Eleven Shao swallowed a mouthful of saliva and said, "Now that it’s something, I can’t hide it! I’m going to have a coffee with Director Yan, just to do an intelligence transaction! He knew that I had a tainted experience of selling intelligence in Shanghai, so Let me make an offer to buy a top-secret document that he did not know where he got it — it’s not like buying and selling information between us once or twice. Every time we talk about business, I will ask him out in advance!
Zhou Hao's expression sank: "Did you read that document?"
The eleventh master shook his head and said: "No, just about to see, there was a noise from the window, and a short murderer in white broke in. He shot his hand and pointed Director Yan—then he pointed the gun at me again. Fortunately I hid under the bar and only injured the exposed left arm! He had to make a shot, and the agent guarding outside was about to knock the door open, and the murderer turned the window and escaped!"
Zhou Hao nodded, and said thoughtfully: "Did you see clearly what the murderer looked like?"
The Eleventh Young Master frowned, thought hard, and said, "I'm less than 1.7 meters tall, he's taller than the bar, and his face is darker. There is nothing special about his facial features-I, I don't remember, stationmaster! Time was too short, and at that time, I was escaping for my life."
Zhou Hao said: "Well, I know. You can take care of your injuries these days, and I will let Captain Xu send someone to protect you! Since the murderer came for you, think about it, did you offend anyone?"
The Eleventh Young Master said: "I rarely show my face in Nanjing, and I haven't offended anyone, but when I was in Shanghai, I offended the Japanese and No. 76 when I stabbed the pseudo-mayor with a knife!-They won’t be chasing me and liquidating me. Old accounts, right? The Japanese always compare them."
Zhou Hao shook his head and said, "Don't think too much about it, Director Sun! That's the case, it's for Director Yan!"
The eleventh master suddenly said: "Stationmaster, I don't know whether to talk about it or not." Then he glanced at Captain Xu, "Although the dead person is the big one, I do suspect that Director Yan is unfaithful to the army!"
As soon as he uttered his words, Zhou Hao's face changed: "How to speak?"