Although Song Zheyuan said he didn't believe it, he tossed and turned in bed for a long time before getting up, putting on his clothes, waving his hand and leading people to his little prison.

"You're not sleeping in the military seat?" The adjutant handed Song Zheyuan tea. Song Zheyuan said vaguely: "I've been working hard all night and I can't sleep. Let's go and see those two meat tickets."

"Meat ticket..." The adjutant smiled bitterly and had no choice but to follow behind with his briefcase. At this time, a circle of guards had already surrounded Leng Feng's prison.

When Du Zhiyou learned that the person next to him was Leng Feng, he was also frightened. Leng Feng was one of the very few people who had doubts about his identity. Why did he say that? If not, why did Leng Feng and Geng Liang give him

Deliberately conveying news? It was not so obvious that there was no three hundred taels of silver here. Obviously these two people knew something. He had been imprisoned for half a year. Du Zhiyou's gradually relieved heart was raised again by Leng Feng's sudden appearance.

But when he saw Leng Feng's "domineering" appearance, he suddenly became confused again. When he was in Germany, Leng Feng had never been so frivolous and domineering, and was very frugal. What was going on?

When he was in the military academy, Leng Feng once said personally that since his mother was abandoned by his father and died of illness in the wilderness, if he no longer believed in fate, if there was such a thing as fate, he would use his own hard life to win a good life.

After receiving the news that Song Zheyuan was coming soon, the guard company commander quickly ran over to maintain order until Song Zheyuan arrived.

"The military seat is here!"

The guards stood at attention one after another. Leng Feng also stood up and tidied up his dusty military uniform. Song Zheyuan came to Leng Feng and said, "It's different? I didn't expect that the person who was plausibly talking in front of me the day before yesterday is now living here by playing tricks."

Have you eaten?" Song Zheyuan's eyes were full of ridicule, and he stretched out his legs to kick the empty can: "You don't look very good when you eat, how are you different from those porters and cart drivers?"

Leng Feng glanced at the corner of his mouth: "Whether it is the third religion or the ninth stream, whether it is a trafficker or a pawn, they are all people who support themselves. They have an open heart. Eat when you are hungry and fill your belly with food, no matter how you look!"

"Huh, you scholars, don't you like to talk about it? It's said in the Book of Rites, uh... what's going on?" Song Zheyuan hesitated: "Whatever, don't you like to be pretentious anyway? Why, two mouths above and below,

Whatever you say makes sense."

Leng Feng: "Sir Song, even if we have two mouths, upper and lower, no matter what you say, it makes sense, but you have two mouths, inside and outside? You have one mouth for the Japanese fools and another mouth for the Chinese, how innocent are you?"

"You! As expected, your mouth is filled with sourness and tricks. You know how to do these tricks." Song Zheyuan kicked the prison door, "But I will lock you up for a year and a half. I think you are still being stubborn!"

"

Leng Feng laughed: "You have been locking up Du Zhiyou for about half a year, so it seems that he has given in? Although I don't dare to say what others are like, but I still have a few strong bones!"

"I forgot about him." Song Zheyuan walked to Du Zhiyou's cell and thought for a while: "Since you two are together, don't waste space and lock him together!"

"yes"

Leng Feng cupped his hands at Song Zheyuan and said, "Thank you."

Song Zheyuan glared angrily, and Leng Feng walked into Du Zhiyou's prison and closed the door himself.

Song Zheyuan glanced at the guards and couldn't help but ask: "Are you really good at magic?"

Leng Feng: "The so-called tricks are all tricks. Commander Song naturally knows that this cannot be hidden from Commander Song. But since Commander Song knows that this is a trick, he should understand that since it is a trick, it is naturally fake, and what is fake is fake.

No matter how careful and clever you are, it is still fake.”

Song Zheyuan: "I have seen the kind of trick you are talking about. In Shanghai, it is called magic. But for this kind of magic, they have some props, big boxes and so on. I have clearly searched your prop box here.

Where"

Leng Feng: "Is the secret of magic revealed?"

Song Zheyuan sneered: "I just want to know if there are soldiers who eat the inside and the outside." Oh, so that's the case. Leng Feng glanced at the trembling soldiers behind him and said: "Although Commander Song is a little cautious, he still has a way of running the army.

Otherwise, the Great Wall War of Resistance would not have been a remarkable one."

"It's not your turn to talk about this. Don't talk nonsense to me." Song Zheyuan waved his hand and interrupted Leng Feng. Leng Feng said: "Actually, Commander Song, what does it matter if I say yes or no? Your suspicions have already arisen. I said

Everything is in vain, and the only thing that is useful is to see it with your own eyes before you believe it."

Song Zheyuan raised his eyebrows: "Then come out!"

"Come in," Leng Feng replied immediately.

"Hey?!" Song Zheyuan was almost angry. This bastard never gets the short end of the stick! "Everyone, please come in. I want to take a look. It's such a big place. Whatever you can hide, I'll stare at you."

My eyes are wide open! Did you hear that?”

A group of guards filed in and surrounded Leng Feng. Song Zheyuan stood in front of Leng Feng. Leng Feng spread his hands and said, "Commander Song, please check it yourself. You should be very good at body searches."

There are thorns inside and outside.

Song Zheyuan did not believe in evil and touched all the places where Leng Feng could hide things. He found that he had nothing, and then said: "They said you can borrow money from the God of Wealth. Come on, change it! I'll see how you change it!"

Leng Feng laughed and said: "Commander Song also said that he borrowed it, so he has to pay it back, but what he uses to pay it back is not my decision. Commander Song, do you dare to speak?"

Song Zheyuan: "I'm afraid of you?! Change, if you can conjure a big yellow croaker, I will let you two go!"

Leng Feng: "Then I can change, but I have agreed in advance what the God of Wealth will exchange for. I don't have the final say. When Commander Song has nothing, don't ask for it from me. It's your exchange.

Take a good look!”

As he spoke, Leng Feng rolled up his sleeves to show everyone that his hands were clean from palm to arm, with nothing on them. Then he grabbed them twice from the air and put them together again, forming an empty cup shape, left and right.

It shook, as if playing dice. The moment Leng Feng spread his hands, he was sucked in by waves of cold air.

A large yellow croaker was so heavy in Leng Feng's hand. Song Zheyuan took it and took a look. It was really there! It was real! It also had the seal of the government. It was a genuine large yellow croaker.

"You...you..." Song Zheyuan was speechless for a moment, but then asked: "Then, what did the God of Wealth take away in exchange?"

Leng Feng spread his hands: "I don't know, you can see for yourself"

Song Zheyuan subconsciously touched his body. His arms and legs were still there, and then he touched his gun holster. He was surprised to find that his gun was missing!!!

Well, Leng Feng took advantage of the crowd when Song Zheyuan came in, touched Song Zheyuan without leaving any trace, and took away the gun. The exposed part of the holster of the gun was silver. Leng Feng was curious and wanted to see what it was.

What kind of gun? Even if Song Zheyuan asked him to turn himself into a silver dollar, he would not give this gun back to him.

"You bastard! My gun is worth more than a dozen large yellow croakers!" Song Zheyuan was furious, Leng Feng spread his hands: "The money will be counted in person, I will not be responsible."

"Don't lie to me! I know this is magic!" Song Zheyuan was still scolding, but the adjutant touched Song Zheyuan: "Military seat! Military seat!!! Letter! The letter is gone!" When the adjutant saw Song Zheyuan's gun missing,

, he immediately opened the briefcase he had been carrying and found that an unopened letter was missing.

Song Zheyuan's face immediately became terrifyingly gloomy, and he stared at Leng Feng: "Hand over the things." Leng Feng sneered again: "How about we talk in another place? Commander Song, let's talk about you and Shandong..."
Chapter completed!