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The black barrel of the gun glistened under the lamp, and the muzzle pointed directly at the man with a blurred face opposite.

The man was tied to the electric chair, and she held a soldering iron in the other hand, and pressed it without hesitation. The moment the hot iron touched the skin, white smoke rose, and the man's heart-piercing cry almost pierced through him. cell.

"Tell me, I'll give you a treat." The young Wang Manchun raised the gun in his hand and pointed it at his head playfully: "You should know my methods."

The man was panting heavily, staring at her gun in fear, but his mouth was very hard: "You should give up your heart!"

She approached with a smirk, and licked his cold ear lightly with the tip of her tongue: "Tell me all, didn't you say...you love me? Then tell me all..."

She straightened his head and looked eagerly: "Tell me, I will give you everything you want."

There seemed to be a cloud of fog in front of her. She was so close, but she still couldn't see the man's face clearly.

The man snorted coldly, shook his head and smiled wryly, "I won't say it."

"Look at me!" She stamped hard on his shoulder with a branding iron.The person on the electric chair fainted from the pain, and she poured a bucket of ice water on it, shaking his head in the cold.

And the moment he raised his head, the cloud of fog disappeared, and she suddenly saw his face clearly.

Pale, shriveled, and bony.

That's her Ah Cheng.

At three o'clock in the morning, Wang Manchun woke up from his dream.

She slowly raised her hand, put it on her sweaty forehead, and reacted for 5 minutes. When she recovered, her hand exposed outside the quilt was already cold.

She had done the thing in the dream when she was interrogating a suspicious person when she first joined the job. She tried all vicious methods, but she couldn't make that person say a word.

That person's gaze was the same as Ah Cheng's in the dream, resolute and indifferent, as if he had seen through life and death.

Luckily it was just a dream...just a dream...

She breathed calmly, her arms gradually dropped, and then suddenly woke up the moment she touched the warm body beside her.

He moved his fingers and poked around cautiously, but before he had time to react, his fingers were held.

"What's wrong?" A sleepy voice sounded above her head, "Why are your hands so cold?"

It was Ash's voice.As he spoke, he pulled her arm into the quilt and wrapped it around his chest.

She could even touch the bandages on his body, so she turned over, hugged his waist, pressed her face against his chest, listening to the strong beating of her heart.

Ah Cheng didn't know what to think of, and laughed sullenly, his whole chest was shaking.

"Manchun," he called her, "you look like I'm your pillow."

She angrily put Bingbing's hand on his bare back, causing him to gasp and grab her fidgeting hand back.

"I'm still hurt." He scratched her palm and said in a low voice, "The wound almost opened just now, don't make trouble, or I can only hide from you."

"I won't." She nibbled on his chest, visibly feeling his limbs stiff, and then said, "I'm having a nightmare."

Hearing her words, Ah Cheng lifted the quilt and lifted her up with one hand.

"What did you dream about?" He pushed her hair away from her face and asked, "Still crying? Mind telling me about it?"

The curtains were left open, and the moonlight streamed in through the glass window, just shining on them.

She rested on his uninjured right shoulder, looked out of the window and said, "I don't want to tell you about bad dreams."

"Then tell me when you want to talk." He rubbed her head: "Do you know how long your hair is? Just now you fell asleep and I wiped your hair for you. I almost died of exhaustion."

"Thank you for your hard work." She leaned over and kissed him on the lips: "Here, reward."

"I'm serious, don't go out with wet hair next time, it's so cold." Ah Cheng babbled, reaching out to pull the quilt up and tuck it around her neck: "Did you hear that?"

"I heard..." She dragged her voice coquettishly: "You are not allowed to have this kind of thing happen again, do you hear me?"

"Yeah." He kissed her hair.

"Don't break your word."

"Ah."

His hands caressed her waist restlessly, walking up and down: "Do you still want to sleep?"

She felt her whole body go limp, and immediately grabbed him: "I'm sleepy. But I just had a nightmare and was afraid."

"Go to sleep." Ah Cheng held her body tightly and whispered in her ear, "I'm here, don't be afraid."

"Yeah." She rubbed like a cat, and closed her eyes safely.

Due to the assassination of Minamida, the Super High School underwent a major change. Yoshimasa Fujita took office and personally intervened in the case of the former head of the department.

Liang Zhongchun handed over the investigation report, took a step back respectfully, and stood with Wang Manchun.

Fujita turned a few pages and put down the document: "Dictation."

The two looked at each other, and Wang Manchun said: "According to our investigation, Section Chief Nantian was attacked at the checkpoint while driving to Wutong Road in Mr. Minglou's car after the Wednesday meeting. Her car was tampered with on that day, so There is no car available, so I temporarily borrowed Mr. Ming's private car."

Fujita didn't speak, but looked at her carefully.

"She should be carrying out a very private mission, and only brought two people with her, but what exactly is the mission, I am sorry that my subordinates are incompetent and have not been able to get the exact information." She continued: "But what can be confirmed is that the assassination of Nantian The section chief’s organization must be anti-Japanese elements, because we received an anonymous letter later—it’s attached at the end of the document. The letter directly stated their purpose of coming, and it also clearly stated that Section Chief Nantian was not their target, but their original target ..." She pursed her lips: "It's Mr. Minglou. Therefore, this was an accident that was carefully planned but resulted in accidental injury."

Fujita Yoshimasa's reaction was very flat, just like the calm before the storm, Wang Manchun couldn't help shrinking back, and lowered his head.

"You haven't done enough." Fujita said: "From this letter, we can see that our enemies are very confident and arrogant. We might as well take advantage of their mentality and set up a trap to lure snakes out of their holes."

"Not long ago we intercepted the poisonous bee's secret telegram. Is it possible that he played tricks and released false news to trick Section Chief Nantian?" Liang Zhongchun guessed.

Wang Manchun glanced at him, and the man was speaking seriously: "But after Section Chief Nantian was assassinated, there was no news about the poisonous bee, and there is no way to investigate it."

This is true.

The interception team has never intercepted suspicious telegrams since Wednesday, as if everything before was an illusion, it was there, but there was nothing to do.

Fujita put the documents aside and rubbed his temples: "If it is found out that what happened to Mr. Nantian was an accident, you will not be able to get rid of it on the 76th. Director Liang and Director Wang," the two of them knocked their heels and stood at attention, "I I will give you three days, and after three days, the culprit of this assassination will be found out, and you will have no second chance."

"Yes."

"Yes."

The two left the office.

"Is this trying to drive us to death?" Liang Zhongchun complained: "It is obvious that there is no one. If you insist on making me fake one, those anti-Japanese elements are so cunning, how could they be caught by us? Don't say three days, just I can't see any results in 30 days or [-] days!"

Liang Zhongchun was so angry that he lost his temper as soon as he returned to No. 76, and his subordinates started to search everywhere like headless chickens.

And Wang Manchun sat quietly in the office, holding a teacup, and leaning leisurely on the back of the chair, with a carefree appearance.

She has already found a scapegoat, and it depends on whether that ghost can be pulled out of the water by her to block the shot for her and Liang Zhongchun.

Of course, if it succeeds, it is possible to save Ah Cheng together.Why not?

The author has something to say:

The hair is dry, the two lie on the bed and kiss each other

Don't care about these details.

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