And Gao Sizhong.

Fang Buwei almost knelt down and kowtowed, and Gu Zhenlong spared Gao Sizhong's life.

After that, I took advantage of the situation. As long as I had the opportunity to make achievements, I would not miss it once.

Ma Chunfeng appreciates this very much, because he often boasts of a drop of water and repays it with a spring of water.

For example, the current secretary Miao Renfeng and the general affairs chief Lu Zhongming were all people who helped him when he was in a short time.

There are also Chen Gongshu, Wang Tianmu, and Ma Chunfeng who were obviously suspected of being rebellious later, and they still repurpose it.

If Fang Buwei had not valued friendship so much, how could Ma Chunfeng dare to trust him so much?

"Public affairs are official affairs, and private affairs are private affairs. You must distinguish this clearly!" Ma Chunfeng warned again.

Identity is recognition, but when it is time to warn, you still have to warn.

"Don't worry, Director, I know the right position!" Fang Buwei sighed.

He never thought of waive Xing Mingsheng's crime.

There is a huge difference between Xing Mingsheng and Chen Haoqiu and Gao Sizhong's behavior.

Those who sell their country and seek honor and look forward to their ancestors in a few ways, regardless of the reason, do not deserve any sympathy or compassion.

Fang Bubang sighed that he was himself.

He thought he was good at being a good person, but he couldn't even win over several subordinates?

...

Lin Zian slowly opened his eyes, but there was no trace of light in his eyes.

Dark, quiet!

He wanted to get up, and his hand touched the ground, and he felt extremely hard and cold.

It's cement floor!

Where is this?

Lin Zi'an's heart trembled, and he rolled up, stumbled forward and finally touched a wall.

Or cement.

Lin Zi'an sniffed and smelled a damp and moldy smell.

Is this a dungeon?

Lin Zi'an's heart suddenly shrank, stood up quickly, and touched himself from head to toe.

No injuries, no pain.

Lin Zian breathed a sigh of relief and touched the wall inch by inch.

The underside of his hands suddenly became smoother, and Lin Zi'an tapped him gently.

The sound of "light" was a block of iron door.

There was no window on the entire door, only the bottom was a small pit with a radius of one foot and a depth of three inches.

Lin Zian has been a spy for so many years, so how can he not know that this is a window specially used for delivering food in the dungeon.

Who locked herself up here?

Masao Konowa?

impossible!

The four guards sent by Gu Zhenlong were not vegetarians, so Masao Konoha could not have robbed him so easily.

At least you will have injuries...

Is this the dungeon of the Nanjing secret service?

It was like the sickle of the god of death was put on his neck and was about to cut off his head. Lin Zi'an felt extremely cold.

If there was light and mirror, he would see that there was no trace of blood on his face, but his eyes were covered with blood.

The identity was exposed!

Lin Zian sat down on the ground and leaned softly against the iron gate.

A bunch of idiots!

Lin Zi'an grinned and smiled silently.

Zhao Jinshan was dead, Li Mingxiang was dead, and Otan was dead...

Why didn’t Kouwei think about it? All three people who knew him best were dead. Who else in Nanjing could argue that it was Kouwei Ieze or Fang Buwei?

When Lin Zian heard the news of Li Mingxiang and Oda Ichiro's death, he became alert. He was about to speak to remind Kouwei Masao, but he became ill?

Now I am locked in the dungeon!

Even the last glimmer of hope was shattered...

Lin Zi'an was filled with despair.

He could imagine what kind of treatment he would receive next.

It’s better to die than to suffer...

When the vegetation is squeezed out at your own price, it will be your own death.

Lin Zian gritted his teeth hard and groped on his body.

Short jacket, trousers, cloth shoes...

He stood up again, groping forward inch by inch along the wall.

The walls are smooth and there is not even a shuttle corner.

How to die?

Can you strangle yourself to death?

Hit the wall and bite the blood vessel?

Can't die at all...

Lin Zi'an fell down softly against the wall.

The sound of footsteps suddenly sounded outside.

"Take tread..."

It's leather shoes, very rhythmic.

And it's just one person.

A glimmer of hope suddenly arose in Lin Zi'an's heart.

Even if you can't escape, at least you still have hope of suicide.

Lin Zi'an raised his toes and slowly leaned behind the door.

With a "bang", a light came and Lin Zi'an suddenly closed his eyes and opened them suddenly.

He can finally see the environment he is in.

The four sides and the top are covered with stone walls, covered with cement, which is flat and smooth.

The dungeon is clean and you can't even find a stone.

The choking is strange and strange w~w~w.

There is a trolley on the top, but it is at least four meters above the ground.

As the footsteps got closer and closer, Lin Zi'an heard the sound of taking out the keys.

He squatted behind the door, bowed his body slightly, raised his hands in front of him, preparing to fight a lion against a rabbit.

"Bang... creak..." The iron door was opened, and the first thing I saw was a leather shoe.

Lin Zi'an held his breath, raised the heels of the hind feet, and thrust hard on the ground.

The second foot of the visitor also stepped in, and half of his body was still there.

His head was still behind the door, and Lin Zi'an couldn't see the person's appearance, but he was surprised to find that the man's arms were raised horizontally, with gauze wrapped around it.

Is it a injury?

Lin Zi'an was ecstatic.

He was sure that only one person came because the footsteps could not deceive people.

The visitor took another step forward and exposed his entire body.

Lin Zi'an saw the bleeding gauze on his head again.

God helps me!

Lin Zi'an kicked his feet violently, like a hunting tiger, and with a fierce momentum, he rushed towards Fang Buwei.
To be continued...