Seeing Tong Xueyong pointing at Wei Xiang's nose and cursing people in anger, even in anger, even cursing the words of Pengcheng, my hometown, Tang Luo and Dong Zhengguo both frowned, but they were more confused when they were vigilant.

Tong Xueyong knew that it would be troublesome if he didn't explain it clearly, so he anxiously explained to Tang Wenluo and Dong Zhengguo.

"Team leader Tong means that Wei Xiang wrote a foreign code in his hand and asked you what this foreign code means? Tell him that this is a treacherous place." Tang Wenluo asked with a frown.

"No." Tong Xueyong quickly corrected it, "He asked me what this was, and I told him he was lying down."

"Is there any difference?" Tang Wenluo frowned.

"I understand." Dong Zhengguo looked at Tong Xueyong, "Paiwo is the pronunciation of this foreign language, but this foreign language means increasing the power."

"No, no, no." Tong Xueyong waved his hands repeatedly.

Now, even Dong Zhengguo was not satisfied.

Tong Xueyong hurriedly explained, "Team leader Dong said it is quite close, but the meaning of lying in is not to increase the power. This foreign language itself has nothing to do with electricity. He can refer to power, influence, power, power, and power of the mathematical facade, and of course it can also mean a large number."

"What a mess? Why does a slutty place have so much meaning?" Tang Wenlao didn't believe it.

He graduated from a primary school and was very knowledgeable about literature, but he had never been exposed to foreign languages. "It seems that this is true. A foreign language can have different meanings in different words." Dong Zhengguo nodded. Although he did not know how to use foreign languages, he had heard of the strangeness of foreign languages.

"Team leader Dong is right. Foreign language is like this. It is incomparable to our Chinese." Tong Xueyong breathed a sigh of relief and said quickly. He pointed to Wei Xiang, "Wei Xiang came over and asked me, and I just said this reading slutty, that's right."

"But Wei Xiang wants to ask you what the foreign code means." Tang Wenluo understood a little. This was caused by the confusion of the pronunciation and meaning of the foreign code. In this case, he naturally tended to attack Tong Xueyong.

It’s not that he doubted that Tong Xueyong is nothing. If Tong Xueyong is right, it is Wei Xiang’s responsibility. Wei Xiang is his subordinate, so Tang Wenlao is naturally responsible.

"Tang Luo! You can't say this!" It's about his innocence, Tong Xueyong was anxious. "I hurried out at that time. Wei Xiang suddenly ran over and asked me. I casually said, "I didn't care about anything else, so I went out and got into Deputy Director Li's car."

"Is that true?" Dong Zhengguo stopped Tang Wenluo, who was about to question, and he looked at Wei Xiang.

"Yes, yes, Team Leader Tong was hurriedly going out to do business, and Deputy Director Li's car was waiting underneath." Wei Xiang said with a bitter face. He dared not lie, but he quickly defended himself, "I want to ask what this foreign code means. I think lying in bed is what this foreign code means."

"Wei Xiang, you must be responsible for your words. This is your problem. If you can't shirk responsibility, just throw dirty water on me." Tong Xueyong's face was gloomy. He pulled Dong Zhengguo over, "Team leader Dong, come, ask."

As he said that, he walked two steps forward.

Dong Zhengguo stepped forward and grabbed Tong Xueyong, "Team Leader Tong, this foreign code..." "Do not sleep." Tong Xueyong glanced at him and said, then walked away without stopping, then stopped and said to the few people, "I just rushed to get on the bus. You can't let Deputy Director Li wait for me in the bus."

"Is that true?" Dong Zhengguo looked at Wei Xiang.

"Yes." Wei Xiang cried with a sad face, "But I really want to ask what the foreign code means..."

"Two, let's figure it out now." Tong Xueyong ignored Wei Xiang and looked coldly at Tang Wenluo and Dong Zhengguo.

"The responsibility is to cause trouble for Brother Tong. Dong apologizes to Brother Tong here." Dong Zhengguo showed an embarrassment and solemnly apologized to Tong Xueyong.

"Brother Dong, you have always been fair. I have no objection to you, brother." Tong Xueyong said, then snorted coldly and looked at Tang Wenluo.

Dong Zhengguo coughed.

"Tang was anxious at the moment and almost misunderstood a good person. It's really not right." Tang Wenlao then apologized with his fists, but his face turned cold.

, and said that, he kicked Wei Xiang, "Idiot, what are you doing here for embarrassing things? Come with me."

Tong Xueyong looked at Tang Wenlao's back as he left with Wei Xiang, and his face was unhappy.

He knew that after this incident, he and Tang Wenluo's beams had become a bond. "Brother Dong, Mr. Tong is really a disaster." Tong Xueyong smiled bitterly at Dong Zhengguo.

"Brother Tang is also eager to do things, but in fact he is a loyal brother who is easy to get along with." Dong Zhengguo said in a turn. As he said that, he handed Tong Xueyong a cigarette and sent a cigarette to his mouth. "Share is a problem with this Shan Fangyun, based on Brother Tong's experience and vision?"

"Brother Dong, Brother Dong San." Tong Xueyong waved his hands repeatedly, "I really can't answer this. I'm already in a state of vain and it's just a fishy smell. I dare not say anything more."

He lit a cigarette for Dong Zhengguo first, lit a cigarette roll himself, took a sip, a smoke sprayed out of his nose, and sighed, "If I judge that Shan Fangyun is fine, if I find out there is a problem in the future, wouldn't I be in trouble? If I judge that Shan Fangyun is faulty, if this person has no problem, but this leads everyone to go astray in the investigation, how can I afford it?"

As he said that, he smiled bitterly at Dong Zhengguo, "Brother Dong, you are a gentleman. Tong must not say something to others, but you can tell Brother Dong. You know my origin. I will always ask you to raise your child safely and avoid being involved in right and wrong."

As he said that, he sincerely hugged his fists and turned and left.

Dong Zhengguo looked at Tong Xueyong's back as he left, his eyes flashed, and he immediately chuckled. Once he entered this door, he was like walking in the blood of the dark night, and he was less involved in right and wrong? How easy was it?

However, he couldn't help but feel a little lost. He shook his head and sighed. "Team Leader Dong, Deputy Director Li, please come over." An agent hurried over and said to him.

"I know." Dong Zhengguo looked solemn and asked in a low voice, "Do you know what's going on?"

The agent looked around carefully, lowered his voice and said, "Araki just left, the two directors' faces looked very bad."

Dong Zhengguo nodded thoughtfully and smiled gratefully, "Thank you, Brother Zheng." Zou Clinic.

There is an alley about dozens of steps away from the clinic, a Shikumen house is located diagonally below. The window on the second floor is curtains, and the room is pitch black.

Someone left a corner of the curtain and stared at the direction of Zou's clinic, and could see the lights in the house.

"That person hasn't left yet?" said a man sitting in a chair and smoking silently in the dark.

"No." The man at the window shook his head.

"Er Tiao, do you think there is really something wrong with this Dr. Zou?" the smoking man asked, yawning.

"Who knows, the sir, let's just stare." Ertiao said, taking out the cigarette box from his pocket, taking a cigarette in the dark, stuffing it into his mouth, and then lit a foreign fire in the dark, igniting the cigarette in his mouth, and taking a sip of happiness.

He looked at his companion, "Fortune-telling, don't think about it. Look at other brothers who have to do things with guns. Let's just stay here like this, eat and drink, but the wind can't blow, please be content."

My companion’s surname is Liu and his name is Liuming. He likes to understand Feng Shui and fortune-telling, so he is nicknamed fortune-telling.

"I'll think about it. There is something wrong with Dr. Zou's designation." Suan Ming said. "Why?" Ertiao asked.

"Because of the 76th-ranking gangsters, our Director Wu is so anxious that he is full of breath in order to make contributions. He wants to sprinkle all his brothers out to catch anti-Japanese elements." The garlic was blown up with ash, and said, "With such a tight man, the bureau chief can still throw us and hold us here for half a month. Just this, there is something wrong with Dr. Zou's designation."

Ertiao glanced at the garlic and said nothing.

"Er Tiao, brothers all say that the surname Kang may be..." Liu Ming lowered his voice, "Is it true or false to say that he may be Japanese?"

"Shut up." Ertiao was so anxious that he was choking and coughing by the smoke. He said with a serious expression, "Fortune teller, remember, don't mention this to anyone."

As he said that, he sighed, "You shouldn't have brought this bowl of rice. You will sooner or later be killed by your own broken mouth."

"Don't worry, when we were a child, Master Dao had calculated his fortune for us, saying that we would be accompanied by big fish and meat every day in the future, and we might as well have to wear a yellow robe." Liu Ming said with a bellwether. "With the Qing Dynasty, just by saying this, this bull's nose should be lingchi." Ertiao said angrily.

"There is movement." He suddenly let out a low voice.

At this moment, I saw the back door of Zou's clinic open, and the person who had entered earlier came out.

The man was carrying a medicine bag in his hand, and behind him was Dr. Zou from the clinic nodding and bowing.

"This person..." Suan Ming also approached the window and looked at it, and he frowned.

As he said that, he smoked a few sips of cigarettes in a row, but it had already burned the cigarette holder. He let out a whistle and let out a whistle.

"Silence." Ertiao was startled and glared at his companion. He heard the silence of the Seven Heroes and Five Yi, and felt that it was particularly sensible, so he used to using it. What made Ertiao breathe a sigh of relief was that fortunately the two men at the back door of the Zou Clinic did not notice the movement here.

The man held the medicine bag in one hand and waved the other hand. After Dr. Zou closed the door, the man pressed the position of his waist and eyes with one hand, and even beat him.

After that, he looked around sneakily and left with the medicine bag. "This cripple is walking fast." Ertue muttered.

This man is a little lame. Although he is not particularly lame, he can still see that. Although he is lame, this man walks slowly.

"Do you want to follow?" asked Suan Ming.

"No, the bureau chief said, stare at Dr. Zou." Ertiao shook his head firmly. The task he received was to stare at Dr. Zou's clinic. As for the person who came to see Dr. Zou, could he keep an eye on him?

Liu Ming smiled, Ertiao's words were an excuse, so ordinary patients naturally didn't have to care. However, the lame man came in the middle of the night and looked like a serious and good person. How could he generalize it?

However, Ertiao said he would not follow, so he would not follow. The man from the black bun in the winter didn't look like a good man. If he was stubborn, he would have no place to make any decision.

The smell of smoke in the house was so choking. Jiaming held a cigarette in his mouth and pushed open the window. In Zou's clinic, Fang Jinghua lifted the curtains and saw that there were sparks flashing on the second floor. His expression became a little solemn.

Is an ordinary person?

Or monitor your enemies?

Although the other party's identity was not yet confirmed, Fang Jinghua still praised Comrade Huomiao's vigilance and professional ability.

Just as he was separated at the door, "Flame," suddenly said to him seriously, "If there is any movement, you should pay more attention in secret later."

He asked in a low voice, "What's wrong?"

"I heard a oh, just now." Cheng Qianfan replied, "It seems like a cigarette butt burns your mouth and there is still a pussy."

The cigarette butt burns your mouth, how can you make a pussy?

Is there eyes on the back of the head? Or are there ears with wind?

Fang Jinghua was a little unbelievable.

Now, although there is no evidence to show whether someone's mouth was really burned by a cigarette butt just now, the second floor of the house diagonally opposite was so late and it was not resting. It was obvious that a man opened the window to smoke. This itself was enough to attract Fang Jinghua's attention. He was even more amazed at the "fire and comrade's ability.

Then, Fang Jinghua couldn't help frowning.

When the two were communicating just now, Comrade Huoba solemnly suggested that he be prepared to evacuate at any time.

Cheng Qianfan’s point of view is that since all the clues are now pointing to Kang Xuyi, and if we think about it from this, “Doctor Zou should have also entered the enemy’s sight.”

For safety reasons, it is necessary for Fang Jinghua to evacuate.

Because in this situation, Fang Jinghua seems to be safe, but in fact this kind of security is entirely based on the enemy's thoughts. If the enemy is out of patience, he will arrest the person first, and even the enemy only suspects Dr. Zou. Although he has not obtained the evidence, it is possible that he would rather catch the wrong person than let him go.

Fang Jinghua said he would seriously consider the advice of "fire, comrades."

He is hesitating now, because the Zou Clinic site and the well-known Dr. Zou's hidden identity is not easy to get

It would be a pity to give up just now.
To be continued...