After Waking up Beside the Villain

The next day, the sky was clear.

Chu Yunsheng caught up with the shift, so he didn't go to the hospital to take over the shift, but followed Yu Jingzhi to a house in the central area of ​​the concession.

In addition to the Yu Mansion outside the concession, this is another residence that Yu Jingzhi often goes to.But he hardly lived in this house for a long time, it was only used as a second office, and he often came here to deal with some matters in the concession.

Chu Yunsheng came here not only to accompany him when nothing happened, but also to discuss the current progress and problems of the arsenal.

The two of them were busy until noon, when they heard a servant come to report that Mr. Fang was coming.

Chu Yunsheng was a little surprised.

Based on his understanding of the other party these days, this is a person who usually passes greeting cards when he visits the door. He has progressive thoughts in his heart, but he still has some old-fashioned insistence on etiquette in his bones. Whose door.

Yu Jingzhi frowned and said, "I'm afraid something happened."

Chu Yunsheng also had this guess, the two stopped talking, put down what they were doing and went downstairs.

Sure enough, Mr. Fang's sudden visit did not bring good news.

"You mean, the train to the northeast was detained?"

The windows of the living room are bright and clean, and a jujube tree stands luxuriantly outside, covering the scorching afternoon sun.

Yu Jingzhi stopped pouring tea slightly.

"Correct."

Fang Jiming said, his face was a little heavy.

He came here today wearing a simple blue and white gown as usual, and the running and socializing during this period has added a lot of silver to his already gray temples, and his face has become much haggard.But fortunately, my spirit is still hale and hearty, and I can still write articles and learn all night long.

Chu Yunsheng took a cup of tea that Yu Jingzhi had poured, brought it to Fang Jiming's table, and said in a low voice, "Can you tell me the specific situation?"

"That's right."

Fang Jiming sat opposite the two, nodded, and said, "This train left Haicheng five nights ago. It changed freight at Jinling, and then proceeded and stopped as usual. It was no different from other trains. Nothing should have gone wrong.

"However, when I entered Qilu Province yesterday, I was suddenly detained at the station in southern Shandong, saying that the city was under martial law and inspections were required."

"The telegram was sent at noon today. At the same time, three or four trains were detained. The soldiers searched car by car. When the telegram came, they had not been found. But it will be a matter of time. It will be here tomorrow.”

"I have sent a telegram to Zhang Fengxian of Qilu, but there is no reply yet. I don't know if it has been exposed."

Zhang Fengxian was a warlord who occupied the Qilu area. His father had some relationship with Fang Jiming's ancestor. Although the two had different positions and often scolded each other in the newspapers, they still had some friendship after all.

Yu Jingzhi's eyes dimmed slightly, and after a moment of silence, he said, "Sir, none of the people I sent to follow the train north has heard back."

Fang Jiming was taken aback: "They brought a wireless telegraph?"

"I brought one." Yu Jing said.

After saying this, Fang Jiming knew the weirdness of this matter.

Since people from Yu Jingzhi's faction on the train can contact Haicheng at any time, it shouldn't be that he has received the news, but Yu Jingzhi doesn't know about it.

Is the news false, was it sent on purpose, or did Yu Jingzhi's people encounter an accident, or was it some other trap -- and the most puzzling thing is that this batch of medical supplies is the people who followed the train Few know the details, so how did the news leak?

Is it really such a coincidence that he ran into the martial law investigation spies in southern Shandong?

In the huge living room, the three of them fell silent at the same time, only the tea bowl was lingering with fragrance and steam.

After a long time, Yu Jingzhi recovered from his contemplation, and said: "There are still some problems with the inner situation of this matter, but fortunately the train has not passed Beiping, and I still have some hands to move, so it is not beyond my reach. If it is really impossible If it’s settled, I’ll go there myself.”

"You left Haicheng for this train, don't you want to know that it has something to do with you!"

Fang Jiming was full of disapproval, and his tone was a bit reprimanded: "It's fine if you don't find out the hidden medicines. If you find out, everyone will know that you are secretly supporting the north, then you All the things in the previous years were done in vain, and it was also in vain to look for me before."

"I'll just ask you, do you still want to stay in Haicheng?"

Fang Jiming sighed, his tone softened a bit, and said: "You are not like me, Jing Zhi, they know what kind of person I am, and they will not touch me. But those positions and interests placed on you are You can’t be made to do something blatantly.”

Yu Jingzhi didn't refute these words, but said: "There are Chinese patent medicines and antibiotics on that bus. If they are discovered, how will you explain it?"

Fang Jiming said, "Don't worry about these things."

Yu Jingzhi smiled, but stopped talking about it, and instead said: "Sir, besides the people on the previous list, have you told other people about this batch of supplies?"

Hearing the suspicion in Yu Jing's words, Fang Jiming was not annoyed, he shook his head and said, "I know what you mean. But since I received the telegram, I have recalled it for a long time. Even my family members don't know about it. There is no longer any reason to leak.”

During the conversation, the tea bowl in front of Fang Jiming gradually bottomed out.

Chu Yunsheng got up to pour tea, but when he was close to Fang Jiming's side, he smelled a faint smell of ink.

Like lightning, the words Lu Yun reported when he got up early and the newspapers delivered today flashed through his mind—

Chu Yunsheng put down the teapot, looked at Fang Jiming, who had always been quite dignified, and said, "Mr. Fang, why did the Dongfang Daily start selling today near noon?"

As if he didn't expect that Dr. Chu, who was suspected to be Yu Jing's close friend, would ask this question, Fang Jiming was stunned for a while, and then said: "Oh, that's right, the editor who was in charge of printing last night didn't know what happened. I printed a wrong version of the manuscript, but luckily I found it in time and reprinted it, so I missed the morning time."

"You're not the first one to ask today. He Yiqiu still asked someone, thinking that the newspaper was closed again."

Yu Jingzhi knew that Chu Yunsheng would not ask this question for no reason, and after thinking about it for a while, he became suspicious, and said calmly, "A wrong version of the manuscript was printed?"

Fang Jiming nodded and said: "You know that the articles in the newspaper are all decided some time in advance, the typesetting is good, and it will not be changed unless there are any accidents. But there was an article yesterday afternoon, which was very well written. , I couldn’t bear to let it wait another day, so I decided to replace it in advance.”

"But Cheng Mei was not in the editorial department at the time, and maybe he didn't see the note left for him, or took it by mistake, so he replaced it with the previous version."

Chu Yunsheng and Yu Jingzhi looked at each other.

Maybe it wasn't that I didn't see it or took it wrong, but that the newspaper was printed in advance yesterday afternoon.And this editor named Cheng Mei didn't go back to the newspaper office after noon.

Yu Jingzhi knew that the temporarily rented room in that apartment was not rented out by a newspaper editor.There was an ink smell there, obviously abnormal.

And it just so happened that an editor in charge of the printing of Oriental Daily was not at the newspaper office yesterday.

Yu Jingzhi didn't believe such a coincidence.

He looked at Fang Jiming and asked directly, "Sir, when I told you about antibiotics on the day of the European conference, was there someone named Cheng Mei in the editorial office?"

Fang Jiming raised his eyes abruptly, and immediately understood the meaning of Yu Jing's words.

"Go to the newspaper."

Yu Jingzhi immediately stood up.

I don't know whether the clues of the matter were intentional or unintentional, but suddenly they were strung together.

Adams' Green Eagle, Sheng Yue with dual identities, Oriental language, the smell of ink...the train detained in Qilu, the editor of Oriental News, antibiotics, Chinese patent medicine...

Faintly, something seemed to surface.

But Chu Yunsheng felt that there was still something wrong.

For example, when Yu Jingzhi handed Fang Jiming the sheet of paper on the effects of penicillin, the conversation between the two of them did not directly mention antibiotics except that the Chinese patent medicine was made by Yu Jingzhi. It was an obscure and brief exchange, even if the editor named Chengmei was there at the time, he wouldn't know much.

But if it's just a Chinese patent medicine, it won't make people in Qilu Province risk offending Fang Jiming and Yu Jingzhi by detaining a train.

There are always some joints in it, which are weird.

And to get through this weirdness, Chu Yunsheng had a hunch that the key might be the editor of Oriental News named Cheng Mei.

Yu Jingzhi took several of his subordinates, and hurried to the office of Dongfang Daily with Chu Yunsheng and Fang Jiming.

However, when the three arrived at the newspaper office, Fang Jiming's assistant said that someone had just come looking for Fan Chengmei, and Fan Chengmei went downstairs from the back door of the editorial department and went out with that person.

Yu Jingzhi's secret path was bad, so he drew his gun and ran towards the back door.

Chu Yunsheng followed closely behind, carefully protecting Mr. Fang behind him.

When a few people were still running down the old wooden stairs, a gunshot sounded not far away, which shocked the editorial office behind them to loud shouts, and Fang Jiming's expression also changed. It sank suddenly, and the palms on the handrails of the stairs were clenched tightly.

Yu Jingzhi's expression froze, he lifted his leather boots, kicked open the back door and rushed out.

The direction of the gunshots was a long and narrow alley that few people passed by.

When Chu Yunsheng arrived, he heard gunshots again. Yu Jingzhi walked around the corpse leaning against the wall in the alley, and was raising his gun to shoot.

Sparks splashed in the shadows deep in the alley, and immediately a blurry figure flashed past. Under the pursuit of the bullets, it leaped over a wall in twos and then disappeared.

"gentlemen!"

The people under Yu Jingzhi and Chu Yunsheng rushed in together.

Fang Jiming also arrived panting, saw the dead body on the ground at a glance, and yelled: "Chengmei!"

Chu Yunsheng squatted down and checked Fan Chengmei, whose chest was pierced by bullets. She was out of breath.

In addition, Fan Chengmei's body was obviously turned over hastily, her clothes were disheveled, her pockets were pulled out, and some bits and pieces fell all over the floor, all falling into a pool of blood.

Facing Fang Jiming's gaze, Chu Yunsheng shook his head.

Fang Jiming smiled wryly, and stood up slowly while supporting his knees.

Yu Jingzhi stayed under that wall for a while, then walked towards this side.

As he walked, he raised his hand and opened the neckline of his shirt a little, a thin layer of heat escaped, and tiny beads of sweat fell from the side of his neck and rolled over his Adam's apple, which set off the fierce and murderous look that could not be concealed between his brows and eyes. Almost like the heat, it evaporated uncontrollably.

"Search!"

Yu Jing's cold drink.

More than half of the vigilant subordinates left quickly, and spread out to search around like a spider web.

"According to the condition of the wound, Fan Chengmei should have been shot to death from a relatively far away place, and then searched." Chu Yunsheng looked carefully, and his voice suddenly paused.

"But there's a problem here," he said.

"If the person who went to the editorial department to find Fan Chengmei was the one who shot him, the two came out at the same time, and the distance was relatively close. The murderer didn't need to run away and shoot again. Even judging by his skill just now, maybe he didn't shoot at all. If necessary, it is absolutely possible to kill Fan Chengmei in close quarters without any movement."

Yu Jingzhi squatted beside Chu Yunsheng, and said, "There may be two situations."

"One is that the murderer couldn't kill Fan Chengmei at close range, or he couldn't do anything close at hand, or he had already talked with Fan Chengmei about leaving, but after walking a certain distance, he took advantage of Fan Chengmei's unpreparedness and suddenly shot and attacked."

"The second one is that the person who killed Fan Chengmei is not the same person who asked him to come out."

"If this is the case, the situation at that time was probably that Fan Chengmei came here after being called out by this acquaintance. When the two were talking, the gunman ambushed in the alley shot and killed Fan Chengmei. After that , that acquaintance may have fled in a panic, or he himself was with the shooter, and he purposely lured Fan Chengmei here, and after Fan Chengmei died, he searched his body before leaving."

"In this way, it is very likely that he was the one who climbed over the wall just now. When I shot him, he didn't fight back with a gun, which makes sense."

"It wasn't him who shot and killed Fan Chengmei before. He didn't bring a gun, so even if I chased here alone just now, he didn't intend to go back and kill me."

Listening to Yu Jingzhi's analysis, Chu Yunsheng added: "There is also a possibility. The gunman and the person named Fan Chengmei don't know each other, but the gunman knows that they will meet and talk here, and I don't know why. , After killing Fan Chengmei, he didn't do anything to that person."

The reason for this guess is that when Chu Yunsheng rushed to the alley, he not only saw the shadow in the depths, but also noticed that there seemed to be a gaze staring at it from a window not far away, with a faint murderous intent.

He suspected the shooter was there.

When Yu Jingzhi chased and killed the figure deep in the alley, the gunman did not shoot to cover, nor did he take the opportunity to shoot Yu Jingzhi.

It's not like what a companion does.

Thinking of this, Chu Yunsheng looked up at the window again.

Yu Jingzhi thought about Chu Yunsheng's words, and when he saw Chu Yunsheng raised his head, he followed his gaze.In the next second, he also remembered what he had neglected, and instantly understood the reason why Chu Yunsheng made his deduction in his heart.

What Fan Chengmei left behind was of little value.

But one thing worth noting is that Fan Chengmei has spear calluses on her hands and obvious marks of fighting training on her body, all of which prove that he is by no means an ordinary literati.

"I shot the man. The wound was in the thigh. He can't run far. If there is no accident, he will be caught."

The way of gloomy mirror.

Chu Yunsheng nodded slightly, and said, "You have been running around these days, and you have already taken out antibiotics."

Yu Jingzhi smiled inexplicably, and said: "If I hadn't already taken it out, and wanted to discuss the conditions with me first, then I should have shot me in the forehead just now."

Hearing this, Fang Jiming let out a long sigh.

When he looked at Fan Chengmei's body, he didn't show any signs of fright or grief. After all, he had seen strong winds and waves.

It's just that the old man's expression at this time is very complicated. He closed his eyes, and his face seemed to have aged a lot in an instant: "It seems that this is the answer they gave to the results of the meeting in Europe. I would rather be with you." Dongyang came together to plunder, and he was unwilling to listen to the voice of Huaguo..."

Fang Jiming punched the wall with his fist, and then staggered.

Chu Yunsheng on the side rushed to help him, but when he stretched out his hand, he saw that the old man suddenly lowered his head and covered his face, his fingers were wet.

at the same time.

Meng Wangda sat in a rickshaw and walked through the bustling and bustling roads of Haicheng to an old street near Bao'anli, where Dongfang Daily was located.

There is a shop on this old street called Baige Watch Shop.