Chen Zikun remained calm, and the old warlords practiced worldly style. He instantly understood that his daughter's safety was not too worried. Although he had many enemies, most of them were defeated politicians who were not accused of the weather. No one had the ability to abduct Chen Jiao without disturbing the guards. There were only two groups of people with this ability, one was an omnipotent and ever-changing underground party, and the other was a group of Chiang Kai-shek, a group of Kuomintang who was struggling and fighting for the backs. He was in contact with the Communist Party for uprising matters. With their style, it was impossible to attack this evil, so the latter had a greater possibility of committing the crime.

The purpose of abducting Chen Jiao was to protect the hostages of Jiangdong, so they would definitely not hurt their daughter. Thinking of this, Chen Zikun felt at ease for a while. He went upstairs and was about to go into the study to call Nanjing when he suddenly heard something seemed to be moving in his daughter's room. He immediately pulled out his gun and walked over quickly. Xia Xiaoqing, who was following closely behind, also tightened his flying knife, opened his almond eyes wide, and was ready for battle.

Chen Zikun opened the security with his right hand and suddenly opened the door with his left hand. Chen Jiao was getting into the quilt. When he saw his father and aunt come in, he was startled and stuck out his tongue, pretending that it was okay, and got into the quilt with his head covered.

Xia Xiaoqing was worried that there was still someone in the house, so she took the lead and surpassed Chen Zikun. She checked the window. The window was closed tightly and the snow on the windowsill was not moving at all, and it didn't look like a trace of someone who had been there.

Chen Zikun inspected all the spaces in the room including the wardrobe and under the bed, but of course he did not find anything. He sat on the edge of the bed and asked his daughter gently: "Xiao Baicai, where did you go just now?"

Chen Jiao is ten years old this year. Her education since childhood has prevented her from lying. According to facts, she said: "I'm going out to play."

“Where to go?”

“Above the bell tower.”

Chen Zikun was shocked. There was only one bell tower, which was the one on the Shi Department Store. It was dozens of meters high from the ground and I was afraid that it would not be able to get up. How did my daughter get up?

"Who brought you there?" he asked in a deep voice, his tone unknowingly aggravated.

"Traveler."

"What?" Chen Zikun frowned, and it turns out that someone broke in!

"What are you doing? What does this person look like? What did you say to you!" Chen Zikun couldn't help but become stern. Chen Jiao was frightened and was about to cry when he slapped his mouth.

Xia Xiaoqing hurried over and pushed Chen Zikun away: "Master, don't be fierce, I'll ask."

Chen Zikun then went out and ordered to continue to strengthen his vigilance, notify the Traffic Police Corps to gather urgently, and prepare for first-level combat.

At the command of the Grand Marshal's Mansion, all the garrisons near the Ori River took action, the tanks began to warm up, the aircraft were on duty, the soldiers gathered to enter the battle position, and the ammunition was distributed in a base, which was completely the rhythm of the war.

The police in the city also mobilized and set up defense lines at the entrances of radio stations, power plants, and railway stations. The provincial party committee, the secret bureau and the secret agencies of the Central Commission for Discipline Inspection have also gathered a large number of armed personnel in plain clothes. With the words of the commander, Jiangdong can launch an armed uprising at any time and stand on the side of the people.

...

Half an hour later, Xia Xiaoqing came out of the room and her eyebrows frowned. She found Chen Zikun and said, "It was a Japanese ninja named Chuanyue. This man took Jiao'er out, but he didn't hurt her, so he returned it. However, Jiao'er might have been caught in some ecstasy, so she said she flew around in the sky."

"Call the doctor to check it carefully." Chen Zikun waved his hand and then fell into thinking. It was done by Japanese ninjas. This matter was reasonable. Ninjas were elusive and had excellent light skills. With Japan's defeat, many former generals invading China surrendered to Chiang Kai-shek and acted as his civil war pawns. Some generals from the Chinese clan had privately owned ninjas. This makes sense. Chiang Kai-shek still has nothing to do with this matter.

Feedback information from all aspects was collected at No. 10 Fenglin Road. The Kuomintang troops in Beitai did not take any abnormal actions. The National Army troops stationed in the Anjiang River, including the Air Force, Huaijiang Squadron, several divisions of the Army, as well as the secret service agents, and the Central Commission for Discipline Inspection, were all honest and had nothing wrong, unlike the eve of the storm.

The only thing worth noting is that yesterday, three guests were checked in at the Zhuque Hotel, which was said to be a drug dealer from Shanghai and his entourage. The three of them rented a car, went to Principal Jiangda's house, came to Fenglin Road, and paid special attention to Chen Dashuai's car.

This information comes from the Police Department. Chen Zikun's eyes are everywhere in the river. He can't hide any movement from him. These three strangers are very suspicious and worthy of vigilance.

"Send someone to keep an eye on him, don't move for the time being." Chen Zikun said. When he was young, he would immediately send troops to arrest and torture him. However, he, who is nearly fifty years old, has more considerations in his work. It is meaningless to catch a few small fish. Only by finding out the real murderer behind the scenes can he use a thunder to eliminate future troubles.

...

It was already six o'clock in the morning, and Liu Yanzhi was lying on the bed of the Zhuque Hotel and was still savoring his flying at midnight. He himself didn't understand why he suddenly flew. If this kind of crawling in the air could be considered flying.

Liu Yanzhi had never imagined about soaring in the sky. His body was far different from ordinary people. He would not be surprised even if he grew a pair of wings. As for the flesh wings like bats or feather wings like eagles, it doesn't matter, but his flight was so beyond imagination and physics. He thought carefully. Not only did the air become thicker at that moment, but even time seemed to stagnate, but even the speed of time slowed down, it only delayed the falling speed, and could not move forward or even climb higher.

Liu Yan didn't sleep all night. He was thinking since he sent Chen Jiao back, but with his knowledge reserves, he could only be puzzled. At three o'clock in the middle of the night, he got up and tried again. This time he jumped out of the window of the room, but he couldn't continue crawling in the air, but fell straight to the ground, and had to crawl back to the room in a mess.

It seems that this flying technique is very unreliable and cannot be used as you wish. What is the point? The only thing that is gratifying is that this unreliable technique can satisfy the little girl and be very happy with this Christmas gift.

He remembered that when he sent Chen Jiao back, the little girl asked reluctantly, "Can you fly again on Christmas next year?" He didn't dare to agree, but just said, "I'll see you again." Chen Jiao pouted and said that she was skillful and perfunctory. As a last resort, Liu Yanzhi hooked up with her and swore.

The doorbell rang, and it was the waiter who delivered breakfast. Liu Yanzhi hid his pistol behind his back and went to open the door. The young man in white waiter costume pushed the dining cart in. His smart eyes dripped around. He placed the milk bread and fried eggs and bacon in the dining cart on the table, and said, "Sir, use it slowly." Then he stood with his hands down.

This is a tip. In 1948, the European and American styles were popular in the big cities of China. The main income of the service staff was rewarded by customers. Liu Yanzhi was trained and knew general etiquette. He took out a one-yuan dollar bill from his jacket pocket and handed it over.

"Thank you sir." The waiter took the US dollar bill, bowed, pushed the dining cart away, and went down from the elevator to the kitchen on the first floor. Several capable men dressed in suits and hats were smoking at the door. The waiter whispered something and handed over the US dollar bill. The leader's face was gloomy and nodded.

These people are plainclothes spies under Chen Zikun. They were ordered to monitor Liu Yanzhi and the other three. The waiter was their spy. The tips that Liu Yanzhi rewarded just now became an important reference.

Even the tips to the waiter were made with US dollars. This person was just a follower, so how generous should this drug dealer be? The current drug dealer is not so easy to do, such as reselling penicillin. If you don’t have a backstage, you can’t do it. Either you have a communist or a military background. The biggest one who makes Western medicine is the Kong family’s Yangtze Company. Kong Lingjun and Chen Bei have a grudge, so the real identity of the drug dealer is about to emerge.

After using breakfast, the three of them checked out together in the traveling group, came down to check out with their luggage, and left. The hotel manager helped them purchase the train tickets to Nanjing and arranged a Chevrolet sedan to take the distinguished guests to the train station. Of course, all of this was a fee.

After Chevrolet started, two black Ford sedans followed behind and followed the train station. Liu Yanzhi and others did not crowd with the crowded passengers, but entered the VIP waiting room, while the spies in the Ford sedan went directly into the webmaster's office.

Liu Yan sat on the sofa in the VIP waiting room, looking at the passengers in the room. The men were wearing decent double-breasted tweed suits, crossed their legs, and held cigars or pipes. The women were wearing luxurious mink coats. They didn't have much luggage, only carry bags. They probably had their big luggage loads carried by the benchmen. These people were first-class passengers, people with status. Everyone was chatting and chatting with each other, nothing more than the exchange price of gold and US dollars, and the price of rice that flew to the sky.

The waiting room outside was crowded with people, and there was no room for the support. Passengers in second-class and third-class cars were carrying a large number of luggage packages, crowded and crowded. When they started checking tickets, they rushed forward wildly. Station staff blew whistles desperately, and policemen in black uniforms waved batons and beat the passengers around, which could not suppress the passengers' desperate efforts.

The people in the VIP waiting room remained motionless and chatted and laughed. The train had just entered the station and needed to get off passengers, sorted them out, add coal and water to the cargo. It took at least an hour to drive. They all had seats and sleeping tickets, so they didn't need to get on the bus and grab the seats in a hurry.

Liu Yanzhi watched the excitement at the window for a while, and he couldn't bear it. Taking the train these days is simply a hardship, and it is even worse than the Spring Festival travel rush decades later.

Dang Aiguo walked behind him and explained: "In fact, the people's mobility is not that great. Most of these people are single-minded."

"Running the single gang?" Liu Yanzhi was a little puzzled.

"If the people can't survive, they have to find a way out for themselves. All items that can be profitable can be used to go to the single-gang, including rice, white flour, eggs, pork, salt, foreign fire, gold, US dollars, penicillin, and make some hard money and make a living." The Party looked at the single-gang guests outside with patriotism with compassion.

"Isn't the train ticket a cost?" Liu Yan asked directly.

Dang Maiguo shook his head: "Of course they don't buy tickets. If they buy all the tickets back and forth, then the single gang will lose their meaning. They all have various free ticket documents. Government personnel can free tickets, military and police constitutional special forces can also free tickets. The station manager writes a note, which can also free tickets. In addition, those who know the station police and the train conductor will give some benefits and they will pass."

Passengers have already started climbing onto the train. There are a pile of people in front of the train door. More people climb in through the windows, stuffing their luggage in first, and then people get in. Those who come first are easy to get on the train, and those who arrive later cannot climb up with heavy packages, so they have to spend money to ask the porter to push themselves. It costs a lot of money to push them. The price is really not low.

The carriage was filled with people, luggage carts, coal trucks, and a large number of passengers had not boarded the car. They also had a way to hold anything they could catch with their luggage and hung it on the body of the car. Some people climbed onto the roof as if they had found a comfort nest and stopped moving when they sat down. God knew how cold it would be to sit on the roof when the train started.

Liu Yan looked at the bloated figures wearing shabby cotton robes crawling clumsy and ridiculously, and couldn't smile, but his nose was sore.

These people are the great-grandfathers and grandfathers of compatriots who lived in air-conditioned rooms, took the high-speed rail, and played with tablets in later generations.

"It's time to board the bus." The voice of the station staff interrupted Liu Yanzhi's thoughts, and the passengers in the VIP waiting room also began to board the bus.
Chapter completed!