After Waking up Beside the Villain

    The next day was clear and clear.

    Chu Yunsheng caught up with the shift, so instead of going to the hospital, he followed Yu Jingzhi to a house in the central area of ​​the concession.

    This is another residence that Yu Jingzhi often used to go to besides the Yu Mansion outside the concession. But he hardly lived in this house for a long time, but as a second office, he often came here to deal with some things in the concession.

    Chu Yunsheng came over, not only to accompany him when he had nothing to do, but also to discuss the progress and problems of the arsenal.

    The two were busy until the afternoon when they heard the servant come to report that Mr. Fang was coming.

    Chu Yunsheng was a little surprised.

      I wouldn't go to someone's door without warning like this.

    Yu Jingzhi frowned, "I'm afraid something happened."

    Chu Yunsheng also had this guess.

    Sure enough, Mr. Fang's sudden visit did not bring good news.

    "You mean the train to the northeast was held up?"

    The living room window is bright and clean, and a jujube tree stands lushly outside, blocking the hot afternoon sun.

    Yu Jingzhi's tea pouring hand stopped slightly.

    "Yes."

    Fang Jiming said, his face was a little heavy.

    He wore a simple blue and white gown as usual today. During this period of communication, his already gray temples added a lot of silver threads, and his face was also haggard. But fortunately, he is still in good spirits, and he can still write articles and learn all night.

    Chu Yunsheng took a cup of tea that Yu Jingzhi had poured, brought it to Fang Jiming's table, and said softly, "Can you tell me the specific situation?"

    "That's right."

    Fang Jiming sat opposite the two of them, nodded, and said: "This train was from Haicheng at night five days ago. It changed the freight in Jinling, and then proceeded and stopped as usual, with the rest Trains are no different and should never go wrong.

    "But when I entered the territory of Qilu Province yesterday, I was suddenly detained at the station in Lunan, saying that the city is under martial law and that I need to check."

    "The telegram was sent at noon today. At the same time, three or four trains were detained. Those soldiers were checked one by one, but they had not been found when the telegram came. But it's a matter of time and tomorrow at the latest."

    "I have sent a telegram to Zhang Fengxian of Qilu, but there is no reply yet, I don't know if it has been exposed."

    Zhang Fengxian was a warlord who occupied the area of ​​Qiluna. His father had some relationship with Fang Jiming. Although the two had different positions and often scolded him in the newspapers, they still had some friendship.

    Yu Jingzhi's eyes sank slightly, and after a moment of silence, he said, "Sir, there is no news from the people I sent to follow the train north."

    Fang Jiming was taken aback: "They brought a wireless telegraph?"

    "I brought one." The way of the mirror.

    When these words came out, Fang Jiming also knew the weirdness in this matter.

    Since Yu Jingzhi's faction on the train can contact Haicheng at any time, he shouldn't have received the news, but Yu Jingzhi has no idea.

    Is this news false, it was spread on purpose, or Yu Jingzhi's people encountered an accident, or some other trap - and the most puzzling, this batch of medicines and supplies Few of the people on the train knew the details, so how did the news leak out?

    Is it really such a coincidence that they are running into the Lunan martial law investigation agent?

    In the huge living room, the three of them fell silent at the same time, only the tea bowl was full of fragrance and steam.

    After a long time, Yu Jingzhi came back to his senses and said: "There are still some problems in this matter, but fortunately the train has not passed Beiping, I still have some hands to move. , it is not beyond the reach of the whip. If it really can't be solved, I will go there myself."

    "You left Haicheng for this train, don't you want to make sure it has something to do with you!"

    Fang Jiming's face was full of disapproval, and his tone was a little reprimanded: "It would be fine if the hidden drugs were not found, if they were found, everyone would know that you are in If you secretly support the north like this, then you have done nothing in the past years, and you have come to me in vain."

    "I'll ask you, do you want to stay in Haicheng?"

    Fang Jiming sighed, his tone softened a bit, and said: "You are not like me, Jingzhi, they know what kind of person I am and won't touch me. Your position and interests cannot make you do something blatantly."

    Yu Jingzhi did not refute these words, but said: "There are Chinese patent medicines and antibiotics on that train. If they are found, how will you explain?"

    Fang Jiming said: "Don't worry about it."

    Yu Jingzhi smiled, but stopped talking about it, and instead said: "Sir, apart from the people listed in the previous list, have you talked to other people about this batch of material thing?"

    Hearing the doubts in Yu Jing's words, Fang Mingming was not annoyed, and shook his head: "I know what you mean. But since I received the telegram, I have recalled it for a long time. Even my family doesn't know about it, so there is no reason to leak it."

    During the conversation, the tea bowl in front of Fang Jiming gradually bottomed out.

    Chu Yunsheng got up and poured tea, but suddenly when he approached Fang Jiming's side, he smelled a faint smell of ink.

    Like flint and lightning, Lu Yun’s report when he woke up early and the newspapers delivered today flashed in his mind—

    Chu Yunsheng put down the teapot, looked at Fang Jiming, who had always been quite dignified, and said, "Mr. Fang, why does the Oriental News today only start selling at noon?"

    It seems that she did not expect this question from Dr. Chu, who is suspected to be a close friend of Yu Jingzhi, and Fang Jiming was stunned for a while before saying: "Oh, that's right, last night was in charge of printing. The editor somehow printed the wrong version of the manuscript, but fortunately he found it in time and reprinted it, thus missing the morning time."

     "You're not the first to ask today, He Yiqiu still had someone come to ask, thinking that the newspaper office was closed again."

    Yu Jingzhi knew that Chu Yunsheng would not ask this question for no reason. After a little association, he became suspicious and said calmly, "Is there a wrong version of the manuscript?"

    Fang Jiming nodded and said: "As you know, the articles in the newspaper are all set some time in advance, the typesetting is good, and there is no accident that they will not be changed. But yesterday afternoon was really There is an article that is so well written that I can't bear to let it wait another day, so I will change it up in advance."

    "But Cheng Mei was not in the editorial department at the time. Later, maybe he didn't see the note left for him, or got it wrong, so he changed the previous edition."

    Chu Yunsheng and Yu Jingzhi looked at each other.

    Maybe it's not because I didn't see it or got it wrong, but that edition of the newspaper was printed before yesterday afternoon. And the editor called Chengmei never went back to the newspaper office after noon.

    Yu Jingzhi knew that the temporarily rented room in the apartment was not rented by a newspaper editor. There was an ink smell there, obviously anomalous.

    As it happens, one of the editors in charge of printing of the Oriental Daily was not at the newspaper office yesterday.

    Yu Jingzhi does not believe in such a coincidence.

    He looked at Fang Jiming and asked directly: "Sir, on the day of the European meeting, when I told you about antibiotics, there was this man named Chengmei in the editorial office. ?"

    Fang Jiming raised his eyes suddenly, and immediately understood the meaning of Yu Jing's words.

    "Go to the newspaper office."

    Yu Jingzhi immediately stood up.

    I don't know if the clues were intentional or unintentional, and suddenly they came together.

    Faintly, something seems to come to the surface.

    But Chu Yunsheng felt that something was not right.

    For example, when Yu Jingzhi handed Fang Jiming the piece of paper with the effect of penicillin written on it, the conversation between the two of them did not include naming the proprietary Chinese medicine that Yu Jingzhi made. The direct talk about antibiotics was only an obscure and brief exchange. Even if the editor named Zuo Chengmei was there at the time, he wouldn't know much.

    But if it is only a Chinese patent medicine, it will not make the people of Qilu Province take the risk of offending Fang Jiming and Yu Jingzhi, and deduct a train.

    There are always joints in it, and it's weird.

    In order to get through this weirdness, Chu Yunsheng had a hunch that the key might be the editor of the Oriental News named Chengmei.

    Yu Jingzhi brought several subordinates and rushed to the newspaper office of the Oriental Daily together with Chu Yunsheng and Fang Jiming.

    However, when the three arrived at the newspaper office, Fang Jiming's assistant said that someone had just come to find Fan Chengmei, and Fan Chengmei went downstairs from the back door of the editorial department and went out with that person.

    Yu Jingzhi's secret passage was bad, he drew his gun and ran towards the back door.

    Chu Yunsheng followed closely behind, carefully protecting Mr. Fang who was behind him.

    When a few people were running down the old wooden stairs, a gunshot sounded not far away, causing the editorial department behind them to shout loudly With the sound, Fang Jiming's face suddenly sank, and the palm of his hand resting on the handrail of the stairs clenched tightly.

    Yu Jingzhi's expression froze, he raised his leather boots, kicked open the back door and rushed out.

    The direction of the gunfire was a long and narrow alley that few people passed by.

    Sparks splashed in the shadows deep in the alley, and a vague figure flashed by quickly. Under the pursuit of bullets, it jumped over a wall in three or two and disappeared.

    "Sir!"

    The people under Yu Jingzhi and Chu Yunsheng poured in together.

    Fang Jiming also rushed to the ground, panting, and saw the body on the ground at a glance, and cried out: "Chengmei!"

    Chu Yunsheng shook his head when facing the gaze from the other side.

    Fang Jiming smiled wryly, and slowly stood up with his knees.

    Yu Jingzhi stayed under that wall for a while, then walked towards this side.

    As he walked, he raised his hand and pulled open the collar of his shirt, the thin heat escaped, and tiny beads of sweat fell from the side of his neck and rolled over his Adam's apple, lining his eyebrows The fierce murderous aura that could not be concealed was almost like that heat, and it was transpiring uncontrollably.

    "Search!"

    Yu Jingzhi cold drink.

    More than half of the vigilant subordinates around left quickly, spreading out searching around like a spider web.

      meal.

    "But there's a problem," he said.

      With his skills, there may be no need to shoot, so he can kill Fan Chengmei at close range without any movement."

    Yu Jingzhi crouched beside Chu Yunsheng and said, "There may be two situations."

    "One is that the murderer could not kill Fan Chengmei at close range, or could not do it at close range, or he had already talked to Fan Chengmei and was about to leave, but he took advantage of Fan Chengmei's unpreparedness after going out for a distance. , a sudden shooting attack."

     "The second is the person who killed Fan Chengmei, who is not the same person who called him out."

    "If this is the case, then the situation at that time is probably that Fan Chengmei came here after being called out by this acquaintance. When the two were talking, the gunman in the alley opened fire. The gun shot and killed Fan Chengmei. After that, the acquaintance may have fled in a panic, or he may have been with the shooter himself. He deliberately brought Fan Chengmei here. After Fan Chengmei died, he searched his body before leaving. ."

    "If you say that, the one who jumped over the wall just now is most likely him. When I shot him, he didn't fight back with a gun, which makes sense."

    "It wasn't him who shot and killed Fan Chengmei before. He didn't bring a gun, so even if I chased in alone, he didn't plan to turn around and kill me."

    Chu Yunsheng listened to Yu Jingzhi's analysis and added: "There is also a possibility. The shooter and the person who called Fan Chengmei did not know each other, but the shooter knew that they would meet here. Conversation, and for some unknown reason, after killing Fan Chengmei, he did not do anything to that person."

    This guess is because when Chu Yunsheng rushed to the alley, he not only saw the shadow in the depths, but also noticed that there seemed to be a look at a window not far away Here, there is a faint murderous intent.

    He suspects the gunman is there.

    When Yu Jingzhi was chasing the figure deep in the alley, the gunman did not shoot to cover, nor did he take the opportunity to kill Yu Jingzhi.

    It doesn't look like a companion.

    Thinking like this, Chu Yunsheng looked up at the location of the window again.

    Yu Jingzhi pondered what Chu Yunsheng said, and when he saw Chu Yunsheng raised his head, he followed his line of sight. In the next second, he also remembered what he had neglected, and instantly understood the reason why Chu Yunsheng came to the inference just now.

    The things left by Fan Chengmei are of little value.

    "I shot the man. The wound was in the thigh. He couldn't run very far. No accident, he will be caught."

    The Way of the Mirror.

    Chu Yunsheng nodded slightly and said, "You have been running around these days, and you have already taken out antibiotics."

    Yu Jingzhi smiled inexplicably and said, "If it wasn't already taken out and you wanted to talk to me about the conditions first, then you should have shot me in the head just now. "

     Hearing this, Fang Jiming sighed deeply.

    He looked at Fan Chengmei's body, but he didn't show any signs of fright or grief. After all, he had seen strong winds and waves.

    It's just that the old man's expression at this time is very complicated, he closed his eyes, his face seems to have aged a lot in an instant: "It seems that this is the result of their meeting in Europe... The answer given. I would rather join Dongyang to **** and rob, rather than listen to the voice of Huaguo…”

    Fang Jiming slammed his fist on the wall and stumbled.

    Meanwhile.

    Meng Wangda rode a rickshaw through the bustling and bustling roads of Haicheng to an old street near Bao'anli, where the Oriental News is located.

    There is a shop on this old street called Baige Watch Shop.