Qian Yuan at the foot of the mountain really didn't expect that when he was still jumping on the roof to detect where the warriors were taken by Chen Cheng, Gu Yunfei, the stinky brat, had already taken Leng Feng to his room in the French Concession.

Leng Feng came to the dark little house and said, "Yohe, it's still a single-family duplex building. Although it seems that there is only one exit, the duplex floor has windows on all sides. With your skills, you can be very comfortable to move forward and backward, a good place."

Gu Yunfei: "That's just that my master likes this French-style house. I still like the attic like Shanghai. Besides, my master won't go in and out of the window. If there is a door, don't go around the window? You look down on my master's ability too much. Even if my master blocks a hundred people at the door, he can knock more than a hundred people down and enter and exit from the door."

Leng Feng turned on the light leisurely and walked back and forth in the room where he could walk around. "This house is very neat, which means that people often clean it. The house that costs thousands of yuan at the foot of the mountain will not be allowed to live in. It is estimated that one of his apprentices lurks in Peking."

Unlike Leng Feng's leisure, Gu Yunfei sat honestly on the sofa, which was very abnormal.

It was almost dawn, and a sound came from the roof of the duplex building. Then a man in a dark blue suit came down from the upper floor. After Leng Feng saw him, he smiled at Gu Yunfei. Gu Yunfei was embarrassed. Master, you are... a slap in the face.

"You go out first." After seeing Leng Feng's expression and eyes, Qian Yuan of Shanxia asked Gu Yunfei to leave here.

Gu Yunfei never said a word, and immediately got up and went out.

Leng Feng bowed: "Old man at the foot of the mountain, don't be fine."

Qian Yuan from the bottom of the mountain bowed: "Sir Leng, I have never liked our blood thorns. Today, not only did I want to see me, but I also came to my residence. It seems that I have something to come to me."

Leng Feng: "I have nothing to do to you because this is your business."

"Oh? Chief Leng, what does this mean?"

Leng Feng began to suspect that the disciple who was lurking at the foot of the mountain in Peking was the one who pretended to be Fumio Nozawa.

"There is an accident in the Japanese consulate, Mr. Yamashita, do you know?"

Shanxia Qianyuan: "I don't know"

"Oh, okay, a consul named Fumio Nozawa, I just went to see his body."

Shanxia Qianyuan was unmoved: "I don't care about this"

"I'm not curious about how he died?"

"Not curious" Shanxia Qianyuan's face was expressionless.

Leng Feng: "I have dealt with Nozawa Fumio, and I am very cunning. I don't have to leave any one behind."

Qian Yuan from the bottom of the mountain was still unmoved: "What's the point of telling me this?"

"Ha, I feel that the person who died is not Nozawa Fumio." Leng Feng's eyes were burning

"Who is it not him?"

Leng Feng: "I think, Mr. Yamashita, can you give me this answer?"

Yamashita Qianyuan: "I think Chief Leng thinks we are some other people, but I don't want to explain it either, but I can only tell you, the consulate matter, we have never been involved in the consulate, nor have the ability to do so. To put it bluntly, the blood sting is just a killer organization, and it doesn't have that much energy yet, so we can intervene in the consulate."

"Is that true, since that's the case, that's a misunderstanding, then okay, I'll say goodbye." Leng Feng turned around and was about to leave, but Shanxia Qianyuan flashed and pressed his arm: "Slow, Chief Leng"

"Oh? What's the matter?"

"Not everyone can come to my residence. Since I have come, I can't leave without saying anything, clearing and making a clearance."

Leng Feng: "Hey? Although the old man from Yamashita is Japanese, he still knows to break up Chinese. It seems that he has been in China for quite some time."

"I don't think this is what you want to say."

"Indeed, I highly suspect that the dead are not the real Fumio Nozawa. I hope you will check it, because it is easier for Japanese people to check it out than for me."

Yamashita Qianyuan: "Why should I interfere in this matter?"

"Are you looking for benefits?"

"It can be understood so"

"Carrange those vehicles for you to escape?"

Shanxia Qianyuan shook his head lightly: "This is too light."

"Then you say it"

"I need, this time Jiang's itinerary to go to Jindi, the list of escorts"

Leng Feng slapped his head and forgot about this. Chiang Kai-shek wanted to go to Jin to inspect and arrange the encirclement and suppression, but what did Qianyuan at the foot of the mountain do? This shouldn't be...

??!!!Leng Feng's head buzzed for a moment, turned his head to look at him: "You can't be..."

"If Chief Leng thinks this exchange is too light, then just pretend I didn't say it."

"Oh, okay, if you didn't say it, then I'll leave." Leng Feng continued to leave, and this time he was captured by Shanxia Qianyuan and his shoulders. Leng Feng swore that he would never see Shanxia Qianyuan alone again.

"Things are right, I can't do it, what do you want?"

Yamashita Chietsu: "I can check the matter of Nozawa Fumio"

"how long?"

"Within three days"

"It's too late, I'm going to leave outside the gate soon," Leng Feng refused.

"Why" Qian Yuan at the foot of the mountain was wondering why Leng Feng went outside the pass? Can't he follow Jiang to Jindi according to his identity?

"You must know that I am not from the attendant's room. Lao Jiang's confidants are all in the attendant's room. The itinerary arrangements cannot be found out by anyone I know." Leng Feng needs to confirm the identity of this Blood Thorn.

"Then at least what do you need to provide, this is an exchange of intelligence"

Leng Feng laughed in silence: "Hey, Mr. Yamashita, haven't you figured it out? I asked you and asked me to inquire. Is this a level thing? If you have the ability, you can steal your Emperor's diary and let me see it, and I will tell you about Lao Jiang's itinerary."

Shanxia Qianyuan had no choice but to say: "I can... give you the opportunity to transport two cars of arms from Fengtian to Beiping."

What's the matter? Fengtian? The pride and bright? The Japanese arms, hey, they were still two cars. Leng Feng's little heart thumped several times without any effort. But think about it, if Chiang Kai-shek had a short time at this time, he would probably be affected by the united front at that time. He could not be so shallow, no, no.

Leng Feng shook his head: "No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no,

Hearing Leng Feng still refused, Shanxia Qianyuan let go: "Okay, you go, I will continue to investigate the matter of Nozawa Fumio. With the news, I will ask Gu Yunfei to find you."

After saying that, Qian Yuan of Shanxia walked upstairs with his hands behind his back, which made Leng Feng confused. That's it? How could there be an idol drama scene? The domineering president always likes girls, and I am the girl who was soaked? Qian Yuan of Shanxia played hard to get with me again... No matter what, the thirty-six strategies were the best.

Leng Feng left, Shanxia Qianyuan began to think about what Leng Feng said, Nozawa Fumio? This person needs to be checked carefully.

It was dawn, Leng Feng went straight to his office, locked the door, and took out the body of the fake Nozawa Fumio, and carefully touched the anonymous face. Finally, when he touched his chin, he felt something strange. Nozawa Fumio had a round face, but because of Hu Qi Haisai, he gained weight, and his lower jaw was pointed and thin, and his two canine teeth were longer than others, so his entire chin seemed very wide.

This anonymous person is different. Not only is the length of canine teeth relatively regular, it does not protrude too much, and the jaw is also wide. Although the face looks very similar to Fumio Nozawa, in fact, this fake guy does not have much flesh on his face.

Pulling my head, I suddenly found that there was a three-centimeter-long scar on the back of the cushion of the back of the head of the fake guy, and there was hair. This was not right. You should know that if there was a scar in a place, the pores were destroyed and there would be no hair follicles, so there would be no hair. There was still hair at this person's wound, which only means that the wound was very fresh and had not passed the cycle of hair loss. Three centimeters. What kind of wound can be a three-centimeter wound? After careful look, I still used a very fine needle method. In modern terms, it is a beauty needle. Sewing needles from the inside of the cortex so that the epidermis will not be so terrifying after healing. However, the method of sewing needles is not as mature as modern times, but it has already taken shape.
Chapter completed!