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Remembering the unfinished investigation, he rode his bike to the railway camp for a second visit. The leader and colleagues of the special task force worked hard for an entire afternoon, but achieved little success.

Knowing that the enemy's tactics are changeable, cunning and resourceful, Li Aiguo firmly believes that the road to victory requires great patience and waiting.

the next morning,

With the consent of the guide and secretary Huang Shuya, Zhou Ke officially joined the team and was led by Li Aiguo.

With Zhou Ke's support, the busyness during this period was slightly alleviated.

It took him about a whole day to visit all the clothing stores in downtown Beijing.

Five o'clock ago,

After finishing his store inspection, he rode his bike to the City Park again. Just like yesterday, Chen Xueru was sitting quietly.

But today the temperature was extremely high, and there was no wind at all. Chen Xueru's sweat dripped down her forehead, her pretty face was as red and bright as an apple, and her hair was clinging to her scalp due to the steam. In order to quench her thirst and relieve her fatigue, she planned to find a stall to buy a bottle of herbal tea.

"Walk slowly, I have prepared some water." Chen Xueru quickly stood up, pulled out an arm full of water bottle from her cross-body handbag and raised it.

"Comrade Li Aiguo, this drink is such a waste!"

After hearing this, Li Aiguo reached out to take it, gently opened the lid, and drank it sip after sip.

The taste was like melted nectar, with a hint of the fresh aroma of chrysanthemum.

“It contains sugar and chrysanthemum, right?”

Chen Xueru smiled happily and responded, "That's true. The weather is so hot, and you drivers have to work hard. You have to endure the double attack of high temperature and smoke in the cabin. You must be exhausted and hot."

Based on the principle of confidentiality,

Li Aiguo didn't say that he hadn't driven for a while and was fully committed to finding Shang's father.

same,

Chen Xueru did not reveal the secret to Li Aiguo - the sugar was the food ration she had saved up over the past year, and she had bought the wild chrysanthemums at a high price just for this refreshing drink.

"Comrade Li Aiguo, thank you so much. I understand your kindness." Li Aiguo knows very well that girls of this era do not express their emotions through words.

When the metal can was handed to Chen Xueru, the light touch of his fingers seemed to convey a hint of warmth.

Chen Xueru's little face flushed with shame, and the breath in her throat trembled a little.

In the warm breeze,

The distance between the young man and woman is getting closer and closer, like petals touching each other.

The flowers along the roadside also bloomed shyly for them, as if they also felt the unique beauty of this sentiment.

"There are thousands of ways for a girl to chase a boy, but once she catches up, it becomes a story."

As long as our hearts are close, things will be easier.

As the train passes by, the laughter and joy carried in the wind hide many unresolved emotions.

The two exchanged many interesting anecdotes about work.

Later, Li Aiguo learned about her concerns. Like most young people pursuing modernization, Chen Xueru was eager to turn her family's traditional tailor shop into a publicly owned enterprise. However, Chen Fangxuan was determined to preserve the family's traditional business and not let the skills and craftsmanship be cut off.

"The craftsmanship that has been passed down from generation to generation in our family is almost losing its luster. Comrade Patriot, I will decide to have a good communication with my father from now on."

However, her voice was filled with deep regret. "It's a pity that the cheongsam craft that we have inherited has been dormant in our family for a long time."

cheongsam

Before, Li Aiguo only knew that this was a family that owned a sewing shop. But after really digging deeper, he discovered that the reason why the Chen family stood out was because they specialized in making cheongsams, which were well-known in the city and even the country.

"Does your family make cheongsams?" Li Aiguo asked again, full of curiosity. "Does your family make them? When your grandfather was young, he learned from foreign masters in an environment like Shanghai, and the classic works he made were well-known in the four famous cheongsam cities in Shanghai."

"Unlike other clothing, cheongsam is not only about sewing skills, but also about style design and temperament. Every tailor has his own unique style in making cheongsam, and my grandfather's craftsmanship is the simple and elegant artistic language of Suzhou, which tells the unique charm of oriental women with lines and details."

At this point, Chen Xueru seemed to be excited to share, and took the initiative to invite Li Aiguo to learn more. The fine processes hidden behind the Chen family's craftsmen and the inspiration for the design were unveiled one by one, showing a new door to the world, waiting for Li Aiguo to discover and explore.

"I'll show you the pictures of this cheongsam style, and you'll feel the unique charm of different craftsmen."

Under the reflection of black and white, the colors are difficult to distinguish. In order to help Li Aiguo better understand and identify, he specifically described it as "this is a lavender cheongsam."

When Chen Xueru received the photo, she only glanced at it.

His pupils suddenly dilated: "Brother Aiguo, the cheongsam you are wearing in the photo was made by my father a month ago. How did you get it?"

Hearing her words, Li Aiguo's expression suddenly became uncertain, and he reached out and tightly grasped Chen Xueru's wrist.

"Are you sure you didn't see it wrong?"

"Yes, that's absolutely right!"

Noticing that this cheongsam made Li Aiguo uneasy, Chen Xueru added: "This cheongsam is made of Song Dynasty brocade, which is the best of all fabrics. Because of its high value and rarity, few people choose it."

"During the production process, I also paid special attention to some customers who ordered custom cheongsams.

There were two of them, a man and a woman. The man looked to be in his 40s or 50s, and the woman was just over 20. But their behavior was not like that of an ordinary parent and child, and I was really curious when I saw them.

"When the woman left, I was a little worried that something might have gone wrong and asked my father about it, but he told me not to mind my own business. He said the man was an old friend of mine."

Li Aiguo's eyes suddenly changed: "According to what you said, my father knows that man?"

"That's true."

"Let's go back immediately and find him at my house."

"But...why?"

Seeing Li Aiguo's serious expression, Chen Xueru immediately realized that something might have changed. She did not ask any more questions, and the two of them quickly rode to Chen's tailor shop.

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**He kept silent and held his breath, and did not hear any unusual sound.

He took a deep breath of oxygen, raised his palms above his head, gripped the trigger with his fingertips, and kicked his right leg hard, and the wooden door burst open instantly.

In the small, cramped and dark space, tables and chairs were placed crookedly and unevenly.

“Drip, drip, drip”

Blood slid down like tiny beads, soaking the surface of the wooden floor.

The person sitting on the chair was none other than the old man from the tailor shop whom I had just met yesterday at noon - Chen Fangxuan.

Li Aiguo rushed into the house like a gust of wind, holding a gun.

A dark round hole was left on Chen Fangxuan's belly.

Blood flowed out continuously, staining his rough dark blue shirt red.

Although he was in a coma, his right hand was still tightly holding a book.

There was a piece of silk scattered on the ground, and above it there was a dark hole with smoke coming out. It must have been the place where the sound reduction device was used.

Li Aiguo held the gun and looked around, but could not find Dieter.

So he squatted down, put his fingers forward, and felt a hint of body temperature.

There seems to be room for recovery.

Li Aiguo breathed a sigh of relief and then carefully examined the wound.

The bullet penetrated the surface of the clothes and went straight to the deep abdomen. It did not cause serious internal damage but passed through it. Based on the appearance analysis, it should have come from a "box gun".

This relatively fragile weapon is deadly due to its amazing penetrating power and weak energy burst.

In history, there have been people who survived being hit by several bullets, and were able to recover after a month of recuperation in the army - this is this kind of "box gun".

Li Aiguo followed the scar and found a bullet mark on the wall and successfully took out a bullet. The tip of the bullet, which was still emitting heat, had begun to shrivel and change color, and was covered with bright red liquid, showing bizarre colors and patterns on the palm of his hand.

Li Aiguo didn't care about the dirt and put the gun into his pocket.

Picking up a piece of silk cloth, he briefly performed the preliminary bandaging procedure on Chen Fangxuan.

In a state half asleep and half drunk, several loud cries of pain were heard, and the right hand holding the notebook began to relax and dropped stiffly.

Li Aiguo picked up the book and found it was a notebook with the customer details and residential addresses.

The coarse linen pages, tied with coarse cotton rope, are painted with an artificial ruler grid.

Part of the first page was torn off, leaving a messy edge.

Judging from the characteristics of the attacks on the old man, Dieter seemed to be targeting this account book.

Li Aiguo picked up the book and quickly flipped through a few pages, which recorded the details of the guests' custom-made clothing and address information.

Customizing a traditional Luohan costume is a time-consuming and craftsmanship-intensive task. Normally, it takes more than 7 days to make a set of Luohan costume made to exact measurements.

**

When Li Aiguo was about to push open the door leading to the small courtyard behind the shop, a nervous call suddenly came from the side of the wooden door:

"Stop Dieter, chase Dieter!"

Immediately afterwards, a clear and urgent gunshot was heard, "Bang!" The whole atmosphere became tense in an instant.

Then there were several more screams: "Ah! Catch up with Dieter! Catch up with Dieter!"

All this happened so suddenly that the air around seemed to be frozen at this moment, and even the air seemed to be filled with a tense atmosphere.

Next to the garden in the courtyard,

A black figure was trying to climb over the garden wall. She was wearing dark gray clothes and her body was tightly wrapped. She was obviously a woman with agile and quick movements.

Below her was the seriously injured Chen Xueru. Due to the leg injury, she was bleeding profusely, and the blood was flowing down the legs of her thick black work cloth trousers.

However, she did not back down, and in pain she still held on to the crawler's thigh tightly, trying to prevent him from escaping. Despite her serious injuries, her eyes were full of determination and strength, holding on to the man's thigh tightly, determined not to let him leave.