After entering the hotel, Fang Buwei went up the second floor, pretending to be looking for someone, and walked back and forth along the aisle.

The second time I passed the agreed room, Fang Buwei quickly put his ear on the door and listened for a while.

There is no one inside.

Lin Zhicheng didn't come?

Fang Buwei smiled and twisted the door handle and pushed open the door open.

It is a single room, with the window facing the door, and the street below it.

Fang Buwei closed the door and did not turn on the lights. He walked to the window and opened a corner of the curtain.

He guessed that Lin Zhicheng was hiding in which corner was observing.

A gentleman's ambition is judged by the heart of a villain.

If I really want to catch him, why bother me?

Fang Buwei took advantage of the street lights to observe the nearby environment.

There is a restaurant and a cinema across the street. These two locations are the best. You can observe the situation in the room you are in nearby.

The cinema is too noisy and not safe.

Fang Buwei was 80% sure that Lin Zhicheng hid in that restaurant.

He slowly squatted down, raised his fingers and kept gestureing, looking for Lin Zhicheng's specific location.

The business of the restaurant was not very good. Half of the windows on the second and third floors were darkened, so I breeze them one by one.

When I swept to the third floor, I saw extremely subtle differences.

The glass of this window has a little more reflection than that of other windows. After a closer look, there was a dark shadow standing behind the window.

Who else is Lin Zhicheng?

Fang Buwei shook his head, put down the curtains, walked to the door and pulled the light rope. He walked to the window again.

When he passed by, he held a small vase on the desk in his hand...

Lin Zhicheng stood in front of the window, holding a telescope in his hand, staring at the hotel door and the room on the second floor.

The agreed time has passed, and he has not noticed that the suspected person of Fang Buwei has walked into the hotel.

What's going on?

Lin Zhicheng confirmed the time again.

Five minutes have passed.

When he raised his head again, he found that the lights were on in the room opposite?

Before Lin Zhicheng could take a closer look, the window opposite suddenly opened, and a figure flashed past, as if something had been thrown out.

What?

Before Lin Zhicheng could react, a sudden loud noise was heard, and the window shattered and a black dot flew in.

Lin Zhicheng felt cold, and he kicked hard, jumped towards the door, hugged his head with both hands.

But after waiting for a long time, there was no sound again?

Not a grenade?

Lin Zhicheng raised his head and saw the broken glass on the ground with the light of the street lights and the curtains that were blown by the wind.

No matter how stupid he is, he can think that his hiding place was discovered.

What was thrown in?

Who is throwing the stuff?

Ye Xingzhong?

Is it to warn yourself?

But how did he know he was hiding here?

Lin Zhicheng pulled out his pistol, fired it, and leaned against the door and listened quietly for a few seconds.

There was still shouting outside, and there was no abnormal movement.

No movement does not necessarily mean no danger.

Do you want to rush out?

Lin Zhicheng looked at the smashed window again.

He squatted a little low, and could not see the situation below the building and across the street. He could only see some blue porcelain fragments on the ground in addition to the broken glass.

Two or three meters away from him, there was a fist-sized piece of paper.

Lin Zhicheng touched a piece of porcelain fragment and looked at it.

It is a vase, it should be a decoration in the hotel room.

He picked up the paper ball again.

You fuck me faster!

That's the above sentence.

Lin Zhicheng took a sudden breath.

This is Fang Buwei's handwriting.

How did he know the exact location where he was hiding?

Lin Zhicheng hugged, walked quickly to the window, and took a quick look down.

Everything is normal.

He looked at the distance from himself to the opposite side again.

About fifty meters, ordinary soldiers can throw it to such a long distance.

But the question is, who can throw it so accurately?

Lin Zhicheng secretly suppressed the surprise in his heart, put the note in his arms, picked up the telescope on the ground, and walked out slowly.

Hearing the footsteps coming from the aisle, Fang Buwei snorted secretly.

If he doesn't force him, Lin Zhicheng will definitely be able to wait until dawn.

Lin Zhicheng knocked on the door rhythmically, and a familiar voice came from inside: "Enter!"

It's indeed Fang Buwei.

Lin Zhicheng secretly breathed a sigh of relief, gently pushed open the door, and saw a bearded man sitting on the sofa on the side of the door.

There is no one in the room anymore.

What about Fang Buwei?

Lin Zhicheng was shocked, squatted down suddenly, stretched out his hand and touched his waist.

Fang Buwei stretched out his legs suddenly, tripped Lin Zhicheng first, and gently hooked his other foot and closed the door.

Lin Zhicheng rolled in and half lies on the ground, with the pistol in his hand facing Fang Buwei.

Fang Buwei leaned against the sofa with a big golden sword and looked at Lin Zhicheng with contempt: "I can't scare you, a bastard!"

Or Fang Buwei's voice?

Lin Zhicheng looked at Fang Buwei's face in shock.

The face became bigger, and the sword eyebrows turned into lying silkworm eyebrows, the nose turned into eagle hook nose, and even the mouth became bigger...

There is no sign of Fang Buwei's shadow on his whole face?

How did this makeup be applied?

Lin Zhicheng suddenly thought of Fang Buwei's amnesia just after he lost his memory, and when he was investigating the driver case, he personally put on makeup in front of him...

"It's really you?"

Lin Zhicheng stood up, inserted the gun back into his waist, walked forward two steps, and reached out to touch Fang Buwei's face.

"Stop touching me!" Fang Buwei knocked Lin Zhicheng's hand.

"Hahaha..." Lin Zhicheng laughed happily.

He is really happy.

Without the expected ambush, Fang Buwei really came to see him alone.

Seeing Lin Zhicheng rushing towards him with his arms wide open, Fang Buwei frowned and stretched out his toes to press against Lin Zhicheng's chest.

"If you are a woman, I will just hug you, but you are a rough man and sweaty, so it's better to stay away from me..."

Lin Zhicheng's enthusiasm was washed away and he was so angry that he gritted his teeth.

"Talk the serious matter first!" Fang Buwei rolled his eyes, "After talking, let's see if there is any need to reminisce about the old one..."

Lin Zhicheng glared at him and sat opposite Fang Buwei.

"Superior sent me..."

"Stop!" Fang Buwei waved his hand suddenly, "I asked you to come but to tell me the spirit of the superior or the instructions..."

Lin Zhicheng was stunned for a moment.

He always felt that the words "convey the instructions of the superiors' spirit" were spoken from Fang Buwei's mouth, and he felt so familiar, as if Fang Buwei had been talking every day.
Chapter completed!