Chapter 91

Ye Chu did not answer, but listened to Lu Huai's words.

Ye Chu knew that he had found his hiding place, but she was not nervous.

Her mind is rolling, thinking about what to do next, but after waiting for about half a minute, Lu Huai has not moved.

Then, Lu Huai turned around and gently dropped his finger on the light switch.

The room was so quiet that Lu Huai's voice began to ring.

"Ye Chu, you passed the test."

There was a smile in his words, but it was a good way to hide other emotions.

Although Lu Huai is satisfied with Ye Chu's performance, he hopes that she can continue to improve.

As Lu Huai finished that sentence, the light on his head lit up, lighting the whole dark room.

The soft light also falls on Ye Chu's face. She walks out slowly from her hiding place and sees Lu huaizheng standing there. He has been looking at this direction.

Lu Huai said with a faint smile: "if you don't think the competition is over, why don't you come back and practice with me next time?"

Ye Chufang felt that he did not enjoy himself, and that there was still no division between the victory and the defeat.

Since Lu Huai took the initiative to put forward this request, she naturally responded.

When the heartbeat calms down and the body relaxes from the tense state, ye Chu remembers the previous conversation between the two.

Lu Huai said that if she could pass his test, he would take her to a place.

Ye chuyang looked at him: "where are you going to take me?"

Lu Huai didn't reply, "come to the peace hotel tomorrow evening at eight o'clock."

Ye Chu did not ask the truth: "good."

Lu huaihu's mouth called her: "Ye Chu."

"I hope that in our cooperation, we can have absolute privacy for each other," he added

"From today on, the people I sent will continue to protect you, but they will not tell me anything about your actions except when necessary."

Ye Chu was stunned and speechless.

Lu Huai has already told the group to continue to protect Ye Chu. They only protect her life and will not interfere in any of her actions.

He didn't want to constrain her behavior.

Ye Chu understood that Lu Huai meant that in this cooperation, there was no difference between them.

This can ensure the smooth progress of cooperation and maintain the relationship between them.

In other words, Lu Huai and ye Chu will always be equal and respect each other.

Her nose was sour and she moved her eyes away. Soon, she was in control.

Ye Chu opened his mouth, her voice line sounds restrained and calm: "thank you."

She dropped her eyes, not knowing what she was thinking.

Ye Chu hides very well. Lu Huai takes a look at her face and doesn't notice the difference.

After saying goodbye, they left the Western sword club and went back home.

They left quietly, with a very low profile. No one will know what happened in that room in the club.

The voice once told ye Chu that Mo QingHan would come to Shanghai in disguise.

Recently, all the strange faces that suddenly appear in Shanghai may be mo QingHan.

They have to be careful.

……

On this day, the weather was fine and the cold sunshine came down.

But in some places, there are always people who are doing things that can't be seen.

An antique shop in Nanjing Street welcomed a guest.

Gao Yan has a dignified face and stops at the door of the antique shop. He thought about it for a moment, but he walked in.

Push open the door, Gao Yan looked around, the store has a strong flavor of ancient simplicity, each of the goods have gone through a long history of precipitation.

But there were few people in the shop. It was cold.

The sunlight came through the window, bright and bright, which made the shop more and more silent.

Gao Yan goes to a cabinet where there are several antiques, each of which looks expensive.

He looked at it carefully for a while, and then he went to the shop assistant.

"I'm not interested in the antiques in your shop. I want to see something more valuable."

The shop assistant is tall, wearing a long dark green shirt, looks very gentle.

He lowered his head, heard Gao Yan's words and looked up.

The shop assistant's name is Meng Qi, and his tone is modest: "what kind of antiques do you think is the most valuable?"

Gao Yan: "cold flying thousand feet jade, clear sprinkle a forest frost."

Meng Qixiao's purpose was to delay his arrival. He glanced at the other shop assistants and said, "close the shop door, and now suspend business."

The shop assistant understood, locked the door and hung a sign with a few words on it.

There's something wrong with the store. It's closed.

Then, Meng Qi looked at Gao Yan and said gently, "close your eyes first."Since Gao Yan needed the antique shop to help him, he naturally agreed and nodded.

Meng Qi covered Gao Yan's eyes with a piece of dark cloth. The cloth was specially made to block all the light.

Gao Yan only felt the light darkened for a moment. Then, someone seemed to hold his arm.

In the dark, Meng Qi's voice rang: "now I'll take you in."

Meng Qi left the counter, crossed the row of antique shelves, and went inside. Behind the counter is a long silent corridor, very open.

Meng Qi walked a long way and suddenly stopped.

His eyes fell on the wall, where there was a dark switch, very inconspicuous. Meng Qi pressed, and the wall moved up slowly.

There is a door hidden here. Open the door and there is a room inside.

Meng Qi went in with Gao Yan. Then he pressed the switch in the room again, and the door closed.

Meng Qi took off the cloth from Gao Yan's eyes and said gently, "please sit down."

He pointed to the seat next to him.

Only when the high-level sight becomes clear and clear, can I find that this room is huge, several times larger than the whole antique shop.

He sat down and said, "my name is Gao Yan. I want to ask the dark pavilion to help me get rid of one person."

Gao Yan took out a photo and handed it to Meng Qi: "this man will appear in fengdanbailu cafe at 8:00 tonight."

Meng Qi took the photo and took a close look.

The person in the photo is surnamed Lin. Meng Qixiao has done a lot of evil deeds, but many people have been deceived by the man surnamed Lin, thinking that he is a good man.

Meng Qi raised his head and said, "do you know the rules of the dark pavilion?"

According to the rules of the dark Pavilion, one is not to kill good people, and the other is not to take orders from Shanghai.

As soon as the voice dropped, Gao Yan's heart was relieved. He was glad that the dark Pavilion did not refuse.

Dark Pavilion is not a list of all, some people even know the existence of the dark Pavilion, to find the door. If the person to be killed does not meet the requirements of the dark Pavilion, the dark Pavilion will refuse.

Once the dark Pavilion refuses, there will be no room for maneuver.

Gao Yan: "I know that the employment fee of the dark Pavilion is high, but once I accept the order, I will certainly complete it and never let the employer down."

After a pause, Gao Yan said again: "and after the incident, I must not divulge half of this matter, otherwise I will be punished by the dark cabinet."

Gao Yan took out the silver note and put it on the table: "this is my commission for the dark Pavilion."

Meng Qi whispered, "wait a minute, I'll make a call."

He got up, went to the phone and dialed a number. This number is a special line.

Meng Qibei faces Gaoyan, who can only see his back. There was no wrinkle in his long shirt, it was perfectly flat.

Gao Yan suddenly remembered a word about the dark Pavilion, which was neat and elegant.

After Meng Qi said a few words, he put up the phone, went to Gaoyan and sat down.

Meng Qi put his hand on the bank note and took it up. He said softly.

"This list is accepted by the dark Pavilion."

Gao Yan's face was beaming with joy and thanks again and again. Then he was blindfolded and taken out.

It rained, and it kept falling. The sky is gray, like a cage on the light shadow.

On the wet path, a tall man came slowly with a black umbrella.

He was wearing a suit, which was very well cut and elegant.

The rain is getting stronger, but the men's clothes are still clean and dry, and the little rain never falls on the man.

Under the cold rain curtain, everything around looks white, but the figure of the man is more and more clear.

The man went to a pub and stopped.

He took up his umbrella, moved slowly and went straight in.

the man ordered a bottle of wine and sat in the corner. The umbrella was set aside and hung down, and the ground was wetter.

Maybe because of the rain and the temperature at night was so low that there were only a few people in the tavern.

The man picked up the glass, moved it to his mouth and took a slow sip. The wine reflects the transparent wall of the cup, which makes men's fingers more slender.

His every move is gentle, like a modest gentleman.

He looked out of the window. The light rain was falling along the edge of the window.

The man's eyes fell in the distance, his eyes moved.

At the other end, a man was walking slowly. There was a cafe at the end of the corner.

The night was getting dark and the street was a little remote. It was very quiet.

There is a faint aroma of coffee in the air. If someone passes by, you can't help but walk in and order a cup of coffee and taste it in the shop.

Cold winter night, drink a cup of hot coffee, the mood will be much better.

Meng Qi is wearing a pair of delicate golden glasses, a suit and a tie.He walked straight into the cafe with a straight back and steady stride.

Meng Qi came to the cafe tonight to find someone.

The coffee shop is not big, and the layout is simple. You can see it thoroughly at a glance.

He saw the man he was looking for. The man was about forty or fifty years old. He was a little bloated. He was drinking coffee.

He raised his feet and walked over.

Meng Qi went to the opposite of the man and sat down slowly. His voice was gentle: "are you Mr. Lin?"

Mr. Lin put down his coffee and raised his head, some doubts: "you are..."

He did not know the man in front of him or who he was.

Meng Qi: "I know your son Lin an, I am his classmate."

"We have a good relationship. We can talk about it better."

Mr. Lin is a little clear. He has heard his son mention that he has a good friend. Listen to Lin An's description, his friend is gentle, and the man seems to fit in.

Mr. Lin: "where is this? Lin An said that you helped him a lot. If you were not there, he could not solve many things."

Meng Qi smiles, that smile is gentle, looks extremely modest.

Although the two people are not familiar with each other, Meng Qi's attitude is excellent and his speech is also self-restraint, which makes people feel good about him.

Mr. Lin felt that he was very comfortable. Mr. Lin talked more and more, and they had a good time talking with each other.

Meng Qi also ordered coffee and dessert, the waiter brought it up, put it on the table, and left.

The coffee is a little hot, and the light mist curls up, which makes Meng Qi look more and more genial.

Meng Qi glanced at the edge of the table. On the black table was placed a watch of exquisite workmanship. This watch belongs to Mr. Lin.

The watch is only a little away from the table.

Meng Qi takes back his sight. He suddenly reaches out his hand and reaches for the dessert. It seems that he accidentally gets the watch to the ground.

It's very cold in winter. The floor of the cafe is covered with a thick blanket. The watch falls on the blanket.

The blanket was thick and there was no sound when the watch fell off.

Meng Qi's voice was full of apology: "sorry, Mr. Lin, I'm not careful."

"I'll pay you for the broken watch."

Mr. Lin repeatedly waved his hand: "it's OK. You're just not careful."

Meng Qi's behavior is very elegant, only a brief chat, let Mr. Lin put down his guard.

In front of Meng Qi, Mr. Lin, who has always been cautious, has lost his vigilance.

Mr. Lin just said, "you don't have to worry about it."

As he spoke, Mr. Lin bent down to pick up his watch.

At the same time, Meng Qi also bent down.

Mr. Lin picked up his watch and looked at it. It was still in good condition and not damaged.

He was about to stand up when he suddenly felt a cold, as if something sharp quickly wiped his neck, feeling cold.

Then, sharp pain came from his neck. Before he knew what had happened, Mr. Lin closed his eyes and stopped breathing immediately.

Mr. Lin's head hung down and his body was about to fall down. At this time, Meng Qi reached out his hand and gently caught him.

Meng Qi had a blade as thin as a cicada's wing in his hand. Just as Mr. Lin bent down, he took the knife and cut the most vulnerable place between his neck.

He was killed with a knife.

At the same time, Meng Qi pulled his clothes up to cover the wound.

With Mr. Lin's figure, he hid the blade back to its original place as if nothing had happened.

Very fast, but very slow.

Meng Qi held Mr. Lin's head and put him on his seat.

Then, he moved slightly and let Mr. Lin's head rest on the table. The voice was so low that no one else could detect it.

From the outside, it's not surprising that Mr. Lin is a man who stoops to sleep.

Mengqi did not hurry to sit back to his position, took a sip of coffee, and then slowly stood up.

His body and hands were clean, without a trace of blood.

The suit was still straight, no wrinkles, and the tie was neat.

is as like as two peas in the cafe.

He killed a man in an instant.

Meng Qi looks calm. He walks out of the cafe with elegant steps.

For a long time, the cafe was closing, and the waiter came to Mr. Lin to wake him up.

The waiter thought that Mr. Lin was lying on the table and was asleep. He pushed him gently: "Sir, our store is going to close..."

Unexpectedly, Mr. Lin suddenly fell to the ground, his face was blue and white, and the red bloodstain flowed to the floor.

The waiter was so frightened that his legs were so weak that he cried out: "dead man..."

After leaving the cafe, Meng Qi went to a nearby pub. He behaved as usual and went straight to a man.

He came to the man, sat down and poured the wine into the glass.Meng Qi picked up the glass and moved to the man's side. His voice was gentle: "Mr. Jiang, the wine is full."

He means that he has successfully completed the task.

Mr. Jiang is the person who came to the tavern before. His figure is hidden in the dark, which is hard to see.

The moon was white and fell through a gap in the clouds, illuminating only a small area at his feet.

His shadow was deeply and shallowly printed on the ground, and the outline was somewhat blurred.

Mr. Jiang took the glass and put it on the table.

The brandy in the glass shakes slightly, but gradually quiets down.

"Meng Qi, the action is still neat." Mr. Jiang looked down at his watch.

His voice was like the breeze and drizzle, and his eyes were calm and gentle.

Meng Qiwei bowed his head: "nature can't compare with Mr. Jiang."

Mr. Jiang didn't answer. He got up and went outside the pub. Meng Qi took up his umbrella and followed him.

Mr. Jiang stopped at the door.

He had a suit and a half of Windsor's shirt with three cufflinks.

His feet are custom-made high-grade leather shoes. It is clear that it rained tonight, but the shoes are as brand-new as before, without a trace of dust.

His every move is elegant and indifferent.

Meng Qi stepped forward and opened a black umbrella. The rain beat on the umbrella, the sound is clear and cold.

The night was heavy and dark, and there was no light. The black umbrella seems to blend into the deep night.

Mr. Jiang went under the umbrella and walked slowly forward into the rain in Nanjing.

It was time for him to go to Shanghai.

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