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Dim street lamps strung together intermittent light in the night, illuminating the concrete road up the mountain sparsely.Looking from a distance, the villa in the middle of the mountain was brightly lit, vaguely still as lively as it used to be.However, under this appearance, Mrs. Xue was sitting on the sofa and slowly rubbing her temples, feeling uncomfortable.

The matter of Wen Xiang's disappearance dyed the depressive atmosphere in the whole family, and even the ignorant mute felt a little bit in his heart. These days, he has been hiding in the small room honestly and dare not come out to make trouble.

At night, Mrs. Xue just sat silently on the sofa in a daze, and Mr. Wen He stayed by her side without saying a word.After the old woman brought the tea into the living room, she retreated knowingly, but no one touched the hot tea on the table until it was cold.

"Ma'am, all the possible routes have already been passed. It is useless to be anxious at this time. Just wait patiently." Mr. Wen He was unhappy when he saw that his confidante was frowning.He has been with him all the time lately, but it is difficult to solve the beauty's worries, and he really doesn't know what to do.

"Abducting people by thugs in broad daylight is definitely not something ordinary gangsters have the guts to do." Madam Xue leaned on the soft cushion on the sofa, squinted her eyes slightly and made a deduction.

Mr. Wen He nodded, and also felt that what she said made sense.He reached out to put his hand on his confidante's shoulder to comfort him, but Mrs. Xue turned her body lightly, seemingly unintentionally, "It's getting dark outside, sir, let's go back earlier."

Mr. Wen He took his hand back desolately, said goodbye to Mrs. Xue, picked up the coat and hat on the sofa and left.Madam Xue watched him step out of the gate, and instantly suppressed the forced smile on her face.One Nie Pingchuan is enough to make people upset, and one more Mr. Wen He is really too much for her to provoke.

She thought about it and returned to Wen Xiang, sighing that this matter happened so suddenly that there was no way to investigate it. People sitting at home can only resign themselves to fate, hoping that the girl can ask for blessings outside.Mrs. Xue worried too much today, she felt a little sleepy, so she wanted to get up and go upstairs to rest.At this time, Xiao Lian came in from the side hall, walked up to her and reported, "Ma'am, Mr. Nie is here, and he is waiting at the gate."

Xiao Lian's eyes were red, as if she had cried secretly. Mrs. Xue knew that she had a deep relationship with Wen Xiang, and she felt uncomfortable after this situation, so she didn't care about her losing her composure in front of others, and said lightly, "Just push For a reason, invite people back."

Xiao Lian got her order and rubbed her eyes to go out. Mrs. Xue was sitting on the sofa in a state of disarray, one after another just went outside, it was really unbearable.

After a while, Mrs. Xue was sitting in the living room and heard footsteps behind her, and asked lazily, "Has anyone left?"

She didn't get a response when she said this, but the person behind him rubbed her shoulders and sighed silently.Madam Xue looked back subconsciously, Nie Pingchuan smiled apologetically at her, and said lonely, "Madam is that why you want to drive me away?"

"I can't talk, I'm tired." Mrs. Xue patted the back of his hand and smiled helplessly. "Too much persistence is a waste. You don't need me to tell you the truth."

Nie Pingchuan learned to be smart this time, in order to avoid being rejected again, he hastily raised his hands and surrendered to her, "Ma'am, can't I give in?"

Mrs. Xue ignored his witty words, and raised her eyes to Nie Pingchuan, "This eloquence can also be used to deceive little girls."

"I don't want a little girl, I want a wife." Nie Pingchuan held up her catkin and kissed lightly on the back of that snow-white hand, "I'm stupid, what I said just now was awkward, but now it's ten to ten really."

Mrs. Xue pulled her hand back and brushed her hair back, "Do you know that mixing with Sanada Yongichi and the others is getting yourself angry?"

Seeing that she finally stopped evading his words, Nie Pingchuan raised his eyebrows, "Worried about me?"

Mrs. Xue nodded noncommittally, "Although I don't ask about your personal affairs, I can't be that blind man with my eyes open. If you really want to win over the rich and powerful, you still need to think carefully about it."

"Don't worry, I'm just borrowing their hands for a while." Nie Pingchuan walked around to the front, stroked Mrs. Xue's hands, and lowered his head to smell the perfume on her curly hair.Mrs. Xue had been quarreling with him for so many days, but she was finally moved by the harmonious atmosphere of being together.The two reconciled, she wrapped her arms around Nie Pingchuan's waist, leaned on his shoulder and said, "Mr. Nie is as long as he knows."

On the other side, after the banquet at the Champs Elysees was over, Furo Miura sat in the box to sober up for a while, declined Su Mazhen's offer to see him off, and went outside to call a car by himself.The car he got in was a bit old, and the cold wind blew onto his face through the loosely closed window, and the drowsy man woke up with a jolt.Miura Furo squinted his eyes and looked at the unfamiliar environment outside the window, and ordered the driver to turn around and drive the car to the Japanese Concession.

He didn't know that even if he didn't come today, Miura Shinjiu would have someone bring him here.

In the Japanese mansion, Miura Shinjiu stood in the living room changing records for the gramophone, Wu Yuezhou braved the heavy snow and drove to the gate, stomped the mud on his feet before entering the house, and then went up to greet him.

"Mr. Wu, is the arrangement going well?"

Wu Yuezhou took out his pocket watch and looked at it, and said confidently to him, "The spies came back and said that the man has already boarded the car, and now he is taking him to the wasteland, and he will arrive in less than 2 minutes."

Miura Shinjiu nodded when he heard this, picked up his clothes and walked out the door. He had waited too long for this day.

The car carrying passengers was parked at the entrance of the alley in the Japanese Concession, Furo Miura threw two banknotes to the driver, and got out of the car drunkenly.A thin layer of snow fell on the cold concrete floor, he staggered two steps, and printed his own staggered footprints in the snow.The little guys who were waiting for him squatting in the dark corner saw the big fish caught in the net, grabbed the hemp rope and cloth bag, covered the man's mouth and stuffed him into the car.

Furo Miura, who was trying to escape, was punched and kicked in the car, and was dragged into the abandoned factory dying.Miura Shinjiu stood in front of him wrapped in a coat, and kicked him up with a leather shoe on his head.

"I'm disrespectful to the worship of the lost dog." Miura Shinjiu stared at Miura Fuuro's astonished face with a smile that was not a smile, and immediately someone walked up to Miura Fuuro from the ground with a wave of his hand.

"What do you mean?" Furo Miura spat a mouthful of blood on the ground, his eyes calm.

"Isn't my intention obvious enough?" Miura Shinji scoffed at him knowingly asking, and slowly added, "As long as you die, I don't have to continue to live with shame."

After hearing this, Furo Miura laughed instead of anger, and coughed a series of laughs, wishing to bend his waist down, like a madman.Miura Shinjiu raised his hand, slapped him hard, and said contemptuously, "They are all dying, do you think this is very happy?"

"Disaster." Furo Miura looked at him fixedly, and uttered two words from his mouth coldly.There was a strong wind outside, and it slammed against the rusted glass windows, and the noise made people feel upset.Miura Shinjiu was too lazy to waste time with him, turned to wink at Wu Yuezhou behind him, and sneered.

Miura Furo stood still and before he could figure out the deep meaning of that sneer, he was stabbed into the lower abdomen by the minions who held him, and he sank down and let out a muffled groan.Then Wu Yuezhou pulled the trigger before he could speak, and Furo Miura fell to the ground in response, lying on the cold muddy ground with his eyes widened in disbelief, with a look of reluctance to die.

"Brother, farewell." Miura Shinjiu went to the front and stretched out his hands to cover his eyes. When his warm fingertips were retracted, he accidentally rubbed a little blood.Miura Shinji rubbed his hands in disgust, turned around and left the abandoned factory, his hands were clean from beginning to end, because he didn't want to be stained with Miura Furo's blood, so he felt dirty.

There were two cars parked outside the abandoned factory, and Miura Shinjiu got into the car in front and ordered Hiroseto in the front seat to drive.When the car started, he looked in the rearview mirror and saw that the dead inside had been carried into the trunk of the second car.Miura Shinji rolled down the car window and leaned back on the seat to take a deep breath, the swirling snow fell on his face and wet his eyelashes.Miura Xinjiu opened the heavy soul shackles in this cold air, and he felt that he was truly free from this moment on.

Under Miura Shinjiu's deliberate arrangement, Miura Furo's body was put in a sack late at night by Takeshi Prefecture and thrown at the back door of the Japanese consulate two days later.The corporate tycoon first disappeared and was killed, and then his body was thrown openly at the gate of the consulate. This scene fell into the eyes of the Japanese, and it looked like a demonstration anyway.

The heir of the Miura family suffered a sudden change, and Eiichi Sanada, the person in charge of security in China, could hardly escape the blame.When the news reached Japan, Miura Kenryu felt as if he had been hit by a bolt from the blue, and his heart collapsed as much as his elder brother who lost his eldest son.Only Miura Shinhisa, the black hand behind the scenes, was the happiest in his heart. He should be happy. The husband who was expelled from the country reversed the situation with his own efforts and secured the overall interests. Finally, he made it through.

A few days later, a secret letter was delivered to Sanada Eiichi's desk. There was nothing else in it, only a piece of scrawled letter paper was attached. On it was a power of attorney written by Furo Miura himself. He asked someone to investigate Tianjin for him. Lu Liuyun, the son of the marshal.Sanada Eiichi was a little guilty when he saw the secret letter. The investigation of Lu Liuyun was privately entrusted by Furo Miura to him. He handed it over for fear of causing trouble. He never expected such a follow-up.If Miura Furo was killed because of this factor, then he would be the original sin that cannot be cleared away.

This news is of great importance, and the secret letter in his hands is both a clue and a threat. Sanada Yongyi spent the whole afternoon on the sofa with a sullen face, and finally took the initiative to find him with a gamble. Xinjiu Miura.

The atmosphere in the Japanese mansion was very calm. Miura Shinjiu sat in the living room and politely received the uninvited Sanada Eiichi, and sent Hiroseto to prepare some good refreshments.

Sanada Yongichi sat on the sofa and moved his body, hesitated for a moment, and said awkwardly to him, "As for Master Fenglang's assassination and death in Tianjin..."

"I know." Miura Shinjiu interrupted him, and then added, "In my capacity, I should be suspected."

"No, that's not what I meant." Seeing that he did not shy away from this topic, Sanada Yongichi felt a little surprised, and hurriedly explained, "The exact cause of Master Fenglang's death has not yet been determined. Get up. Just..."

He paused in his words, glanced past Miura Shinjiu's magnanimous face, rubbed his palms, and said embarrassingly, "I received a secret letter at the consulate this morning, and it seems that someone knows something about the cause of Mr. Fulang's death." .”

Miura Shinjiu gave a "hmm" and told him truthfully, "I sent someone to send it over."

As soon as Sanada Yong heard this, he immediately froze on the sofa.He froze the slight smile on his face, and moved his body nervously, trying to find a gap to escape in these words.It's a pity that Miura Xinjiu didn't give him a chance to be sloppy, and continued to talk along the topic, "Actually, you guessed right, the death of the elder brother really has nothing to do with me."

"Do you know what you're doing?" Sanada Yongichi stared at him, his pupils dilated suddenly, his legs that had just stood up straight loosened in an instant, and he fell down on the sofa dripping with cold sweat.

"Since Mr. Sanada can find him, he will find here one day. I have nothing to hide." Miura Shinhisa smiled at him indifferently, and his tone was inexplicably straightforward.

Sanada Yong shifted his terrified gaze away from that delicate and thin face, suspecting that he had seen a ghost.Miura Shinjiu's trick was so high, it was really high, so high that he came out of nowhere, he treated them all as dead branches and leaves, and stomped on his feet to pave the way for him.

Seeing his awkward appearance, Miura Shinku raised his eyebrows, and said deliberately, "He who knows the current affairs is a hero, if Mr. Sanada has lingering fears, then I can't help it."

Sanada Yongichi smiled wryly and shook his head. He knew very well that it would be meaningless to go out and pursue the informant in front of him now.Miura's family lost a dragon son and a dog son. He believed that according to Miura Donghui's temperament, he would rather smash his teeth and swallow it in his stomach than take his youngest son out to kill him.

Thinking of this, he understood his position, sat on the sofa and said, "There is also urging me to airlift Master Fenglang's body back to Japan as soon as possible, so I won't keep more."

After all, Sanada Eiichi got up from the sofa, bowed to Miura Shinjiu and turned to leave.The cold wind blowing outside the door made him shiver. Standing on the steps, Sanada Yongichi took a deep breath, and then let out a long breath. After a long time, he relaxed his brows and walked away from the right and wrong place. land.

After he left, Hiroseto walked into the living room, "Master, the private detective you sent to the eldest son just called from Shanghai. Lu Liuyun and Zhou Hengxi just went out for fun, so far they haven't done anything. Make big moves."

Miura Shinhisa gave a faint "hmm" and told Hiroseto, "Just call back and let him keep watching."

Hiroseto replied "Yes", and was about to turn around to leave, after thinking for a while, he reminded him, "I saw that when Mr. Sanada left, the expression on his face was uncomfortable, do you need someone to watch over him?"

"Don't worry about him." Miura Xinjiu waved his hand and said indifferently, "There is nothing to be afraid of, the big tree behind him is the important foundation. If we want to shine the blade, we have to open it on the edge of the blade , The next step is to use other people's hands to eradicate Miura Kenlong's followers in China for personal gain."

In this chess game, Miura Shinjiu, white pieces and black pieces all fall, he is not willing to be the hand of chess, he just waits to use his brain to manipulate, once the game is opened, he rushes to break the opponent into loose sand, Either win a big victory or be defeated, all in one thought.

Hiroseto was a little surprised when he heard this. Miura Xinjiu not only got serious about the family affairs this time, but also included Lu Liuyun.Steady and orderly actions are taken externally, and every step of the way is pushed internally, which is quite different from the previous style of work.But after all, he didn't ask anything, just stood where he was and bowed slightly, and then closed the door and went out.