Lin Zian looked at Koumai Masao in shock and suspicion, but Koumai Masao's eyes gradually became cold and fierce.

Lin Zian didn't respond, which meant that he didn't want to get close to him.

What is he afraid of?

Lin Zi'an made a quick decision and considered gains and losses.

There are many ways to kill yourself. You can make Xing Ming poison or send someone to assassinate him in the street, without having to let Masao Koo take action personally.

Since the person who came was his own uncle, it means that his superiors still wanted to test him, otherwise the person who came would only be a killer...

Lin Zian was secretly suspicious, and finally he gritted his teeth and pointed to an empty seat opposite him, showing a very interested look. "Sit down, say it carefully..."

The guard leader glanced at Lin Zian in surprise and quickly withdrew his gaze.

This play is still a bit fake.

Of course, it cannot be said that Lin Zi'an's role is not good. After all, he is now playing a patient with abnormal brains. Although he is not like a professional spy, he is at least within the scope of a normal person.

"Old Xing just stay here, you can wait outside!" Lin Zi'an explained again.

The guard leader hesitated for a moment.

"Go, I'm here!" Xing Mingsheng also helped.

"Looking at his lack of power, can he still be an assassin?" Lin Zian sneered again.

Under Li Mingxiang's forced sneer, there was only a few sneers that were still a bit of a charm.

The guard leader still refused to leave. "Sir, be careful, it's better to search!"

"You can know by looking at the entourage of the official, and the entourage is definitely expensive..." Konomi Masao complimented and stood up carefully.

The guard leader was not polite, so he touched it up and down.

No knife, no gun.

"I am a humble job!" The guard leader waved, and the three guards came out to eat and guard the door.

The guard leader entered the kitchen and guarded the door behind the door.

Fang Wuwei had explained that Xing Mingsheng didn't need to worry about it, but Lin Zi'an must not have any problems.

Xing Mingsheng changed his seat and sat next to Lin Zi'an, which just blocked the guard leader's view.

Komatsu said something cloudy and foggy, but his fingers quickly slashed on the table.

Xing Mingsheng's eyes narrowed suddenly.

He must have written words, but he didn't recognize them.

It's not Japanese, it's Korean.

What Kobe Masao asked was whether Lin Zi'an's identity was exposed.

Lin Zi'an replied that everything is normal.

He asked again how he was in a state of illness?

Lin Zi'an's return has been fully restored.

Masao Komsui narrowed his eyes and looked at Lin Zi'an coldly.

Zhao Jinshan died, and Lin Zi'an's previous attending doctor was also wiped out by Zhao Jinshan, but at the General Hospital, there was also a Japanese insider.

Although I can't contact Lin Zi'an himself, I can secretly see Lin Zi'an's medical records.

When he was discharged from the hospital, the German doctor's attributive word was that the condition had been relieved and the possibility of recurrence at any time was not ruled out. It was still a thousand miles away from what Lin Zi'an said.

Lin Zi'an looked at Masao Konomiya without showing any weakness.

If you admit that you are mentally ill, you will have no value in use, whether for the family or the Kwantung Army secret service.

Waiting for your own ending can only be a dead end.

In any case, Lin Zian would not sit still and wait for death.

Masao Konomi lowered his eyes and sighed secretly.

It's my nephew, and if there is hope, I still have to save it.

"Can the mission continue to be executed?" Konoe Masao asked again.

"Yes!" Lin Zian gritted his teeth.

Can you do it too much!

He had wanted to run away long ago, but he was too strict and had no chance at all.

Fearing that his superiors were silenced directly, Lin Zi'an forced himself to come and contact him. He wanted to use a delaying strategy to stabilize his superiors first, then wait for an opportunity to contact the family and find a way to escape.

But the sudden appearance of Masao Konomiya broke his last glimmer of hope.

No one will help me anymore, now I can only rely on myself.

"Okay, I will report to my superiors!" Konoe Masao wrote another line of words.

"Who contacted me?" Lin Zian asked again.

Masao Konomi looked at Xing Mingsheng sitting opposite him.

"Where is Yamaguchi Momoe?"

Yamaguchi Momoe is the Japanese name of Li Mingxiang.

"Diet, and Ichiro Oda!"

Dead?

Dead!

Dead...

Orochi, Li Mingxiang, Oda Ichiro...

As if it was hit by a huge hammer with a thousand pounds, Lin Zi'an's mind buzzed.

The blood and blood in the body were rushing up to his head, and Lin Zi'an's eyes went dark and he smashed his head onto the table.

Seeing that his situation was wrong, Xing Mingsheng quickly helped him with his hands and eyes.

Lin Zi'an gasped heavily, as if he had used all his strength to his eyelids, and his eyes wrinkled into two pieces of flesh.

What's wrong with this?

Konoe Masao stood up in surprise.

Why did Lin Zi'an's reaction be so intense when he heard the deaths of Ichiro Oda and Momoe Yamaguchi?

Did he doubt something with this?

"What's going on?" The guard leader rushed over.

"Don't move!" Xing Mingsheng waved his hand, "It seems to be OK!"

Lin Zian suddenly stopped gasping and slowly opened his eyes.

There is no trace of focal length in the eyes, nor any brilliance.

The first thing he saw was Xing Mingsheng.

"Xing Mingsheng!"

This sentence is in Chinese.

Xing Mingsheng didn't know the details, but just nodded subconsciously.

Lin Zian saw Masao Koumai again, and a look of surprise suddenly appeared on his face.

"Uncle..." This sentence is in Japanese.

Masao Konomi was shocked and his hair stood up all over his body.

"The chief is sick..." The guard leader looked around and saw a rag used to wipe the table, and threw it to Xing Mingsheng, "Put this into his mouth, don't bite his tongue... I'll call the doctor..."

The rag smelled pungent and disgusting, but Xing Mingsheng didn't care about this, so he took it and stuffed it into Lin Zi'an's mouth.

Lin Zian subconsciously twisted his body, Xing Mingsheng shouted, and the two guards outside the main gate ran in quickly and helped Xing Mingsheng press him together.

After finally taking the time, Xing Mingsheng quickly raised his head, looked at Koumai Masao in horror, and gave him a wink.

He didn't expect that the person who was in charge was Lin Zi'an's uncle?

Masao Konomi calmed down and did not rush to leave. He looked at Lin Zi'an and moved his lips slightly.

He was asking Xing Mingsheng what was going on.

Where did Xing Mingsheng know?

He had never visited the hospital, and it was the first time he saw Lin Zi'an getting sick.

"What's going on with him?" Xing Mingsheng asked the doctor who had just entered the door.

"It's sick!" The doctor replied, directing several guards, "Tie it up first..."

"What would happen to him if he didn't tie it up?" Xing Mingsheng asked again.
Chapter completed!