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He Zhanqing.

Secretary He's name.

Huo Chaozong took the paper from the doctor, and he personally wrote He Zhanqing's death certificate, name, cause of death, and finally stamped it with the hospital's red seal.

Huo Zhenye stood aside and watched, he wanted to comfort his elder brother, but he didn't know what to say, so he could only watch his elder brother pause his pen a few times.

Huo Chaozong wrote for a long time on a large piece of paper with just a few lines.

After finishing writing the word "certificate", he handed the paper to the doctor: "Let's stamp it."

Secretary He had no family for a long time, and Huo Chaozong took care of his funeral. He has always been a very decisive person, but now he hesitated, and even asked Huo Zhenye's opinion: "Do you want to return home for burial or cremation?"

"It doesn't make a big difference to him."

People are already dead, it doesn't make any difference whether they are buried in the ground or burned to ashes.

Huo Chaozong chose cremation in the end. He remembered that when He Zhanqing returned to China from overseas, He Zhanqing said on an ocean-going ship that he liked the sea the most, because it was vast and seemingly endless.

"When things are over, I'll throw him into the sea."

The meaning of the matter is that after Yamamoto's death.

Huo Zhenye knew what the elder brother meant, so he took advantage of no one around and asked him, "What do you want to do?"

Huo Chaozong smiled: "You don't have to worry about this, it's not something you should care about." He always hoped that his younger brother could go into business instead of politics, and there were too many dirty facts in it.

Later, even going into business was dangerous, so he hoped that his younger brother could be a farmer.

Now that even the country is unstable, why should I be a farmer?

"The bullet has been taken out, do you want to take a look." The doctor opened the door and said to Huo Chaozong.

Huo Chaozong strode in. Secretary He was lying on the bed with a white cloth covering his face. He stood in front of the bed and pulled it down a little to see that there was still dried blood on his face and neck.

"Please fetch a basin of water." Huo Chaozong said to the nurse, then took off his watch, rolled up his sleeves, and took out the handkerchief he used to wipe the blood from his pocket.

The white handkerchief was already stained with blood, and Huo Chaozong rubbed it clean with his palms to wash his face.

He scrubbed his eyebrows, sideburns, and even the pinnae of his ears, and asked the nurse to borrow a small comb to comb back the hair that lay on his forehead.

"Xiao He loves cleanliness very much." Sometimes he is even more particular than him. He said that when he goes out, he represents Huo Chaozong and cannot embarrass him.

Huo Chaozong thought of something, smiled slightly, held the comb, and combed his sideburns neatly for him.

After everything was tidied up, He Zhanqing was lying on the bed, his face was very peaceful, without any pain, as if he was asleep, but his face was slightly pale.

The two bullets were in the container beside him. Huo Chaozong took a look, spread out his handkerchief, twisted one, another, and wrapped the two bullets in the handkerchief.

Accompany him at the last moment, put on the white cloth, and send him to the cremation.

Huo Zhenye followed behind Huo Chaozong, took out the copper coin from the collar, put it in front of his eyes, and saw that the black shadow on Huo Chaozong disappeared.

He suddenly understood that Bai Zhun hadn't told him the truth.

Huo Chaozong went back with the ashes in his arms, the Japanese consulate was attacked, the news of the death of many Japanese officials had spread, and everyone was looking for Huo Chaozong.

As soon as he returned home, he was surrounded by people.

At this time, the momentary confusion and sorrow on his face subsided, and he promised reporters that he would hold a press conference to disclose the matter, but not today.

Huo Zhenye walked all the way back, Huo Mansion and Bai Mansion were not far away, just a few roads away.

When Huo Zhenye was approaching the door, when Huo Zhenye looked up, he saw Bai Zhun sitting on the balcony on the second floor. He wrapped himself in a big fur coat, holding a bag of sugar in his hand, and threw a piece into his mouth from time to time.

Huo Zhenye's heart suddenly relaxed, and he raised his hand to greet him.

Unexpectedly, as soon as Bai Zhun saw him, he pretended to turn into the room, pretending that he was not waiting for him.

Huo Zhenye had been depressed for a whole day, and at this moment he finally burst out laughing.

He smiled and opened the door to go home, the paper people were cleaning up, Axiu was making milk tea for Bai Zhun, and the whole room smelled of milk tea.

"Wait for me?" Huo Zhenye took off his coat and asked with a smile.

"I'm watching the sunset." Bai Zhun rolled his eyes, refusing to admit it.

"Then the sun hasn't set yet, why did you come in?" Huo Zhenye took the milk pot from Axiu's hand, and poured milk tea into the purple sand pot for Bai Zhun.

"I thought about it, and there's nothing interesting." Bai Zhun said indifferently, as if what he said was true.

Huo Zhenye smiled and handed the purple clay pot to him. At this moment, he was finally able to calmly tell what happened today: "You lied to me, you obviously have a way."

He lied to him, but he also knew why he lied.

Bai Zhun was afraid that he would die for his elder brother.

Bai Zhun held the teapot in silence, Huo Zhenye saw through his intentions and made him slightly embarrassed, so he tried to change the topic: "I know who that person is."

"Who is who?" Huo Zhenye realized after asking, Bai Zhun was talking about the man who killed the Japanese soldiers in the street and then attacked the Japanese consulate.

"Four sect masters."

An unsharpened knife can kill all directions. Only Wang Crazy has the accuracy of this kind of knife technique.

Eight sects were scattered, some merged into Yiguandao, some went to Hong Kong, and some were originally talented, all of them were defeated.

Only the four sect masters set up a new mountain and set up a gang.Simenhang was originally in the business of knives, and even the Green Gang had to be a little bit afraid of it, and they were afraid of death if they were ruthless.

Crazy Wang is the one who doesn't want to die.

Huo Zhenye thought of it this way, he met the master of the four sects once at the funeral of Mr. Hong, but he didn't see his skills that time, and his appearance was different this time: "Then why is he going to attack the Japanese consulate?"

Originally, Huo Zhenye thought it was some anti-Japanese soldier, or perhaps some force sent to attack the Japanese consulate. Since it was the main force of the four sects, what was he doing for it?

Bai Zhun held the teapot and took a sip of the milk tea, squinting his eyes in comfort: "Maybe it's because he wanted to do this."

……

Huo Zhenye always thought that he knew a little about Bamen, but he was still dumbfounded: "If the Japanese side catches him, what will happen to the brothers in Simen?"

Bai Zhun glanced at Huo Zhenye suspiciously: "Didn't you see the City God go on tour?"

Speaking of the City God's tour, Bai Zhun's tone was a little unnatural. : "Those who wield big swords and light heart lamps are all from the four sects."

The meat heart lamp is to use iron hooks to pass through the meat on both arms, and lift the copper lamp weighing several tens of kilograms with the strength of the arms. Oil is still burned in the lamp to ignite the fire. When the flame jumps up, it will burn on the meat.

All the way down, dripping with blood.

"Do you think they are afraid of death?" Crazy Wang is also the only one among the eight sects who is not afraid of the seven sects, because he is not afraid of death at all.

That is really not afraid of death.

Huo Zhenye's heart skipped a beat, with such ability, such ruthlessness, he asked, "Can you find the four sect masters?"

Bai Zhun raised his eyebrows lightly: "What? Are you going to buy it?"

Huo Zhenye did indeed intend to do so. Since Yamamoto had already made up his mind to kill his elder brother, he would always do it whenever he had the chance. What would happen in the future if any secretary died for him today?

"Then you're late." Bai Zhun raised his head and looked at Huo Zhenye with a slight smile, "Your elder brother is one step ahead of you."

It was only then that Huo Zhenye realized that Little Huang Que was not there. When he was in the hospital, Huang Que was still by his side.

"How did my elder brother find him?" Huo Zhenye couldn't believe it. It had only been five or six hours since the incident happened. How did the elder brother find the fourth sect master so quickly.

"Your elder brother has something to do with the Green Gang." Bai Zhun asked the little squirrel to follow Huo Chaozong, stop outside the window of his study, and listened to the whole process.

Huo Chaozong didn't connect with the Qing Gang when he first arrived in Shanghai, but he has been doing business with the Qing Gang for many years. It is easy for the Qing Gang to know who bombed the Japanese consulate. All the rickshaw drivers in Shanghai are the eyes and ears of the Qing Gang. .

Huo Chaozong knew who that person was as soon as he made a phone call.

As soon as it got dark, the reporters gathered in front of Huo's mansion dispersed one after another. One of them was dressed as a reporter with a camera hanging around his neck and mixed in the crowd.

He raised his hand and called a rickshaw.

The rickshaw driver asked, "Where are you going, sir?"

"Suzhou Creek, a house with white lanterns."

As soon as the rickshaw driver heard this, he immediately pedaled forward, from the concession to the old city, making seven turns and eight turns all the way to find a guide.

The "reporter" got out of the car, paid the driver a piece of ocean, and continued walking behind the driver.

There are dozens of boats parked along the Suzhou Creek, and the lanterns hung on the boats are different. The ones with flowers painted on them belong to the prostitution business, and the ones with dragon flags painted on them belong to the Qing Gang.

According to the pattern on the flag, the dragon flags are divided into big incense sticks or small incense sticks.

The night was filled with fog, the moon was dim in the sky, and even the lights on the boat could not be seen clearly. When I walked to the middle of the river, I saw a boat with white lanterns hanging on it.

The guide kept his face down, and then turned around: "Here we are, let's go up."

Huo Chaozong jumped into the boat and opened the boat curtain. There was only one person sitting in the wupeng boat, a low table in the boat, two jars of rice wine on the table, a plate of fried peanuts in oil, and two sauced round hooves.

A middle-aged man sat at the table, with a dagger in his hand, and cut off the meat of the sauced round hoof. One piece of sauced meat drank wine, sweating all over his body, and opened his clothes.

He ate happily, and raised his eyes: "You are so courageous, you are not afraid that I will stab you with a knife."

All the people were killed here, and they were thrown into the river. When the corpses floated to the Huangpu River, they couldn't be fished up, and no one knew when they died.

"If I'm afraid, I won't come." Huo Chaozong took off his gold-rimmed glasses and placed them on the table, staring into the eyes of Madman Wang, "Mr. Wang, I want you to kill Yamamoto."

When Crazy Wang was intoxicated with wine, his killing intent became stronger. He glanced at Huo Chaozong with red eyes: "I was going to kill Yamamoto."

"I want him to die quickly." Huo Chaozong's voice was calm, and he wanted to use Yamamoto's life to worship Qingtou Qi.

Huo Chaozong opened the leather bag, and the gold bar fell on the table with a "crash", and he pushed the gold bar towards Crazy Wang.

"I know you, I wanted to kill you too." Crazy Wang picked up the dagger and sliced ​​another piece of meat, dipped the thin meat in sauce, stuffed it into his mouth and chewed until his hands were full of oil.

Before he broke in, he planned to kill all the people inside. He heard Huo Chaozong arguing with the Japanese through the door, so he spared his life.

He also saw Yamamoto's sniping shot. Anyone who Japan wants to kill must be spared.

"I didn't die, my brother blocked two shots for me."

Crazy Wang is the most important brother in his life. Hearing the word brother, he stopped drinking and meat, and put the dagger on the table: "Take the gold back, I will kill Yamamoto."

"Shan Benjing will not appear easily again this time, I can provide you with convenience." Huo Chaozong continued, "I want him to die within seven days, and only in the first seven days can I have the face to offer incense to my brother in front of the spirit .”

Crazy Wang laughed, not sure if he was drunk, but the madness in his eyes became more intense: "I promise you."

"Those money, treat it as if I invited the brothers from the four doors to drink." He would not take back the money given out, nodded to Crazy Wang, and opened the curtain to go out.

A yellow sparrow landed on the top of the black boat, and the canopy of the boat was shaken. One person got out of the boat and left along the river bank. After a while, he disappeared without a trace.

The oriole fluttered its wings and followed the man in the fog. It was not until he returned to Huo's mansion that the oriole flew back.

Huo Zhenye really didn't expect his elder brother to buy it so simply. The little squirrel knocked on the window with its wings, he opened the window slit, and the squirrel jumped onto his hand.

The night fog was very humid, and the squirrel's wings were covered with mist, and it was wet, and it immediately chirped silently.

Flying on Bai Zhun's body to act like a baby, rubbing his small head against his master's sleeve, Bai Zhun shook his sleeve and shook the oriole off.

Huo Zhenye picked it up and used a handkerchief to absorb mist for it. The oriole was thrown away, and Qi Jiujiu pecked at his palm with his beak. Huo Zhenye bared his teeth in pain: "You bullying thing."

After scolding Huang Que, he asked Bai Zhun: "Can the masters of the four sects really do it?"

Bai Zhun still supported his head, his interest in this topic faded, he yawned and said slowly: "There are only people he doesn't want to kill, there is no one he can't kill."

Three days later, in the evening paper received by the Bai Mansion, the news of Yamamoto's assassination and death was published.

He was accompanied by government official Huo Chaozong, who escaped with a knife wound and was still lying on a hospital bed.

It is said that the assassin killed Commander-in-Chief Yamamoto, and the blade pierced Huo Chaozong's heart, but he raised his arm to block it, hurting his arm, and the wound was deep enough to show the bone.

Since the bombing of the Japanese Consulate, the whole city has been hunting for that prisoner. The Japanese soldiers arrested many Jianghu people and tortured them, but they did not find the murderer.

Come and go without a trace.

Huo Zhenye carefully read the report of Yamamoto's assassination, and he was relieved to know that his elder brother's life was safe. He knew that this was his elder brother's plan, which could not only lure Yamamoto, but also clear himself. Even if the Japanese side suspected it, they could not produce evidence .

After all, Mr. Huo's secretary had just died under the gun of an assassin.