Quanlin, leave.

His team leader Xiao Mian personally sent him on the way.

Cheng Qianfan's heart was also cut hard.

He just stood in the woods, smoking a cigarette, chatting and laughing with Araki Kaoru, pointing to the newly added grave. His voice was filled with joy and satisfaction with his new work.

He blew the ashes, and the ashes fell dimly.

Cheng Qianfan felt that he would definitely go to the eighteen levels of hell in the future.

At noon that day, Cheng Qianfan and Araki Hatsuma were drinking Osaka's sake. He stared at the wine in his glass, as if he saw the smile in Quanlin's empty eyes.

Mr. Xiao Cheng's car was flying on the streets of the French Concession, and the bodyguards in front and behind were also roaring. Citizens along the way were panicked and cursed in their hearts.

He did not return to the central police room at No. 22 Xuehuali Road, and the vehicle drove straight back to Chengfu on Lafeide Road.

Go upstairs.

Cheng Qianfan stood there and saw his wife sitting on the sofa, knitting a sweater, and the little sesame seeds in the cradle were sleeping happily.

He just stood there, standing for a long time, watching his wife and children.

The sun shines through the glass window and spreads on Bai Ruolan and Xiao Sesame. Everything is so quiet and beautiful.

Bai Ruolan raised her head and saw her quiet husband.

Cheng Qianfan smiled at his wife.

"What's wrong?" Bai Ruolan put down the yarn in her hand, asked softly.

Cheng Qianfan's face was still smiling. He shook his head gently and signaled that he was fine.

Bai Ruolan is so familiar with her lover. She understood the desolation and silence behind her husband's smile, and the silence as if she was dead.

She didn't know what was going on, her heart was so painful, she felt distressed.

Bai Ruolan stood up and walked towards her husband.

At this moment, her husband leaning against the door had a smile on his face, but in her eyes she seemed so lonely, weak and helpless.

Bai Ruolan didn't ask again and didn't say anything. She opened her arms and gently hugged her husband.

Then, Cheng Qianfan hugged her tightly and vigorously.

"Ruolan." Cheng Qianfan let out a low murmur.

"Um."

"I'll go to hell in the future."

"I'll be with you."

Cheng Qianfan stopped talking. He lowered his head and buried his head in the ends of his wife's hair.

It took a while.

He gently kissed his wife's forehead, and his face was still smiling, "I'm fine."

"Yeah." Bai Ruolan smiled, the sun shining down, and her smile seemed to be a good medicine to heal all the sadness in the world.

Cheng Qianfan also smiled, "I'm going to do it."

After saying that, he turned around and left.

Bai Ruolan watched her husband's back disappear at the entrance of the corridor stairs, tears slid down her delicate cheeks and fell on the floor, and her shoulders were already wet.

She didn't know what was going on, but she understood him.

Because she understands, she feels so distressed.

...

The policemen in the Central Police Station were discussing and speculating that Xiao Cheng had always won another beauty or made a fortune again.

Because the phonograph in the deputy chief inspector's office played cheerful music.

When passing by the office door, you can still hear the sound of Vice President Cheng humming the song.

The humming song is so cheerful.

"Brother Haozi."

"Brother Haozi."

The police officers along the way also greeted Li Hao with a smile.

Li Hao came to the door of the deputy general's office and heard the cheerful movements coming from inside. He smiled and knocked on the door.

"Brother Fan, it's me, I'll report to you if you have something to do."

"Come in." Brother Fan's voice came from inside, "Bring it to the door."

"yes."

...

"Brother Fan, I found something." Li Hao reported.

"explain."

"At noon yesterday, a car accident occurred at Guangming Cafe. A foreigner hit a man." Li Hao said, "That man was extorted for a sum of money."

Cheng Qianfan crossed his legs, playing with a jade bracelet in his hand, and signaled Haozi to continue.

"Those three hands were captured because someone stole the wallets of the onlookers." Li Hao said.

"No." Cheng Qianfan shook his head, "If it was just because of three hands, Lao Ke could get the wallet back with just one word, or if it went further, Lao Ke would just grab the unlucky three hands and hand it over."

He frowned and said, "There is no need for Jing'an Si Road to grab all three hands."

"Brother Fan, do you mean, Is it still what I guessed before? Someone is going to ask those three hands for information?" Li Hao thought and said.

Cheng Qianfan didn't say anything, his fingers slowly rolled the jade bracelet in his hand, "However, one thing is certain is that this matter is inseparable from the wallet that stole the onlooker."

This is a bit confusing, and Li Hao doesn't understand it.

Cheng Qianfan got up, and he walked around the desk and walked back and forth, speeding up the jade bracelet in his hand.

"The other party should be concerned about the man who was hit by the car," he said thinking, "The reason why the three hands were caught is because he is also one of the onlookers."

He stopped and asked Li Hao, "How much did that man who was hit with a car accident cost?"

"A lot." Li Hao thought about it and said, "I don't know how much it costs, I only know that a stack of money in my wallet was given out."

"That's right." Cheng Qianfan nodded, "This unlucky guy who was blackmailed is obviously a fat sheep. The three hands have sharp eyelids, so it is impossible not to stare at him."

He said to Li Hao, "It's just that this person was targeted by the foreigners who were hit by the car, and that three hands could only choose one person to attack while watching the fun."

"I understand." Li Hao's eyes lit up, "Because the three hands were also staring at that person before, the three hands were caught. Someone wanted to know what he saw and heard from him."

"Go and check." Cheng Qianfan said, "check what the man who was hit with a car was doing at that time."

He thought, "I guess this person should be going to Guangming Cafe, but he was suddenly hit and then the man was extorted..."

Cheng Qianfan frowned, "Focus on checking if this man who was hit by the car was going to the cafe, but then left directly because of this incident and did not go to the cafe."

"I know this." Li Hao said, "Although I don't know if the man was going to the cafe, the man did leave directly after being hit."

After hearing Li Hao's words, Cheng Qianfan did not speak immediately.

He went back to the swivel chair behind the desk and sat down. His body slowly turned on the swivel chair. The jade bracelet in his hand was back on the desk, holding a gold lighter in his hand, and then fired it one after another, then slammed the cover to extinguish the flames and fired it again, and then repeated it.

The ticket gate of the Daguangming Theater, the people from the Shanghai District of the Military Control Commission.

At the entrance of Guangming Cafe, the man who was hit by a car accident left.

Three hands on Jing'an Temple Road were suddenly captured and questioned.

Cheng Qianfan judged that there must be some connection between this.

No matter what kind of connection it was, his intuition told him that this matter must be related to the Military Control Commission Shanghai District.

Suddenly, a light of inspiration flashed in Cheng Qianfan's mind. He vaguely captured the most critical line, and then he lifted it up. This seemingly messy line was kept.

The staff of the Military Control Commission Shanghai District at the entrance of the Great Guangming Theater may have made an appointment with someone to meet secretly at the Guangming Cafe.

The linker may be the man who was hit by a foreigner.

This person was accidentally killed by someone, perhaps because of caution, or for some other reason, he did not go to the cafe for an appointment.

In short, the secret link in Shanghai was not successful this time.

Cheng Qianfan was thinking.

It was someone from the Shanghai District of the Military Control Commission who grabbed those three hands and wanted to ask what did you want to cross-examine?

Cheng Qianfan shook his head.

He doesn't think this is the case.

If the joint failure was caused by the accident of hitting the car, Shanghai District would not have to and should not have interrogated it with three hands. This would only alert the enemy and would be a foolish act.

Then, he thought of what Xiao Tsaiqiu said, the boss’s new backer was ‘Boss Dong’.
To be continued...