The modern me and the Republic of China her

"Thank you for your support!"

On the high stage, the troupe boss smiled and bowed to the audience to thank him.

The Huadan played by Yuguan also shook her sleeves coquettishly, her red lips were pursed, and she was full of amorous feelings.The ladies in the front row were still talking and laughing around him.

It was a quarter to noon.The once-crazed audience dispersed.

Flowers, snacks and handkerchiefs piled on the stage.Under the stage is a large mess of melon seed skins, peanut shells, fruit skins, and colorful snack bags.

It took a long time in vain, but the so-called "Assassin" was not seen.

"bother!"

Unable to restrain himself, Qin Feng kicked down an empty chair next to him with a "bang bang".

He picked up a coffee table and continued to vent his anger, but he heard footsteps behind him like rain.

Turning his head to look, there was a black figure running towards where he was standing unwaveringly.

A sneer came from Qin Feng's heart:

Oh, die!
"Bah!"

The roast chicken that had been lonely for a long time suddenly boiled hot.The pistol hidden in the roast chicken's belly early in the morning finally came in handy.

"what!"

The black figure desperately shrank his head and rolled to the side.

The bullet missed and grazed one shoulder.The man struggled in pain, knelt and crawled closer from where he fell, and kowtowed on his boots:

"Young master, don't hit your own people!"

"You recognize me?"

Qin Feng was full of suspicion, grabbed the opponent by the collar, and looked at him carefully.

"What the hell are you doing?"

In addition to the police officers we meet every day, plus the occasional plainclothes and guards, there are at least six to seventy people.

"The little one has been working in the archives room without a gun. It's normal for you to have no impression."

He was still worried, and questioned some more details about the files, and he let go only after making sure that the other party could answer all the questions.

"Are you free? Why don't you stay in the office well, why are you looking for me here?"

The archivist cried hoarsely, "Someone attacked the side yard! I dare not leave without authorization. I heard someone from the troupe passing by in the back street talk about you, so I found you."

"It's so courageous." Qin Feng wiped the pistol that was stained with chicken fat, and stuffed it back into his waist, "I'll go back right away!"

"do not!"

The archivist turned blue with fright, hurriedly hugged his leg, and kowtowed heavily.

"I'm not a fairy Bodhisattva, I want to worship in a temple!"

Qin Feng doesn't believe in ghosts and gods.It is unavoidable to be upset to see someone doing this to me specifically.

"My lord, please live on." The archivist's tone sank, shaking like a sieve.

"Nonsense!" Qin Feng shouted loudly, interrupting the other party's words.The inner chaos is like a boiling pot of oil.

In order to facilitate access to case files, not long ago, he specially moved his office into the side yard.

If it wasn't for that weird note reminding that someone was going to take his life today, and he happened to believe the person who passed the note, he would definitely not be able to escape this assassination.

"Where are the others in the archives?"

"Lao Jin was sick and asked for three days off. I got drunk last night at the wedding, so I went much later than usual."

"So you, like me, were not killed. The people who broke in were caught in the air, and they must be very disappointed."

"I hid outside the door as if I heard a gunshot"

The archivist responded bitterly, hesitant to speak, "I also heard your wolf dog barking for a while."

babe?

Qin Feng's smile froze.

The wolfhound was kept in a separate hut in the compound, and no one had the right to let it out except him and his father.

"Why didn't Sergeant Liu come to me with you? Doesn't he usually like to catch my pigtail?"

"Young Master, you may see it more clearly if you go in person."

"go!"

Anxiety gradually built up inside.Qin Feng lowered his head, facing the noon sun, and strode out of the tea house.

He went first, and the archivist followed.

The door to the side yard was only ajar.As soon as he raised his hand and pushed, a fishy wind blew in his face.

As soon as I stepped across the threshold, I couldn't walk a few steps before the sole of my boot stuck.

It was blood that was slowly drying up.

Qin Feng's pupils shrank, and he quickened his pace and ran to the side of the dead wolfhound.

He lifted the dog up with both hands, and the tip of his nose became sore:
"Good baby! Who killed you? I'll avenge you right away!"

The wolfhound's head was tilted to one side, with half-closed eyes, the right one was the door of the newly moved office.

A bigger wind blows.Broken windows, curtains riddled with bullet holes.The smell of burning and blood all surrounded Qin Feng.

On the floor, there was a stiff body.None other than his father.

"My condolences! My lord, please condolences!" The archivist followed, but there was no surprise in his tone.

He fell to his knees with a plop, and crawled towards Director Qin's body with difficulty.

It was like a huge stone was pressed against his chest, and he couldn't breathe or speak.

"Crack!"

A crisp sound was faintly heard in the ear.It was clearly a finger pulling the trigger.

Besides that humble archivist and him, could there be anyone else?

"Boom!" The gun rang.

A stream of heat sprayed onto Qin Feng's head and neck.

He turned his head numbly, large swathes of blood flowed down his hair, covering his eyes.

In a shaky red field of vision, a girl ran over.

The almond eyes are as bright as crystal, and the skin is as creamy.His hair is as black as satin, and his voice is as melodious as a warbler.

"Mr. Qin!"

"Miss Lin Mi!" Qin Feng desperately stretched out his hand, his shoulders hurt sharply, and he fell to the ground again.

The cold floor cleared the mind a little.Looking up again, he saw the figure of a young man.

The boy pulled a bloody dagger from the neck of the archivist lying on the ground, and picked up a pistol.

"Gu Qilan?! How could it be you?"

"No nonsense," the boy bent down and put his hand under his eyelids, "I'll take you to the doctor first!"

These words are very familiar.

Qin Feng suddenly remembered that it was the same person who said the same thing to him and did the same thing a month ago.

Lin Mi walked out from behind the boy.Eyelashes are wet, obviously cried.

Apart from that "Mr. Qin", she didn't have much to say.

But in Qin Feng's heart, he was already very, very content.

Qilan pulled him up and walked slowly.

"Are you willing to help me? Why?"

Qin Feng's mind is not vague.It's just that he was rescued twice in a row by his love rival, which somewhat hurt the man's self-esteem.

"Because you are not our enemy."

Qilan's eyes were calm, "Chief Qin's killing may have been an accident. But Sergeant Liu's original intention was to kill you. If I stabbed faster just now, maybe you wouldn't have been shot in the shoulder."

A bitter smile overflowed from the corner of Qin Feng's mouth.Squinting his eyes, he looked at Lin Mi who was walking beside him.

"Miss Lin, are you reluctant to let me die?"

She lowered her head apprehensively, avoiding his gaze.The man's face is still as thick as ever.

Before turning back, Qijiang and Xingyuan sent the three rescued girls into the carriage.Song Yixin planned to take Xiaoxiao and Yiyi to hide in her old house in the suburbs.

Lin Mi was absent-minded while waiting for the second carriage, and was discovered by Qilan.Without asking anything, he took her hand and hid under a tree near the side yard of the police station.

Qin Feng appeared in a daze, and the people next to him took advantage of his unpreparedness to secretly draw their guns.Qilan followed them into the courtyard gate without hesitation.