"Dip...dip...dip..."

In a deep and silent secret room, the sound of Morse code sounded continuously.

A dark shadow lying on the roof beam suddenly moved, and Lu Dongjie, who merged with the darkness, tilted his face slightly and looked into the house below.

This is actually a small confidential room, with small radio equipment and various file cabinets on display.

Under a chandelier hanging on the beam, there is an old man with gray hair. I believe this man is the tombkeeper in the nearby area. At this time, he is skillfully sending telegrams.

Viewed from this angle, the lights in the house were a little dim, and Lu Dongjie could only see the outline of the old man clearly.

However, with his gray hair, wrinkles on his face, and his stooped back, he seemed to be an old man in his final years.

After a while, the old man finally finished sending the telegram, reached out and hammered his waist, shook his head and sighed.

The old man took out an iron box from under the drawer, opened the lid of the iron box, and took out a yellowed photo in his hand.

The photo shows a shy girl, with a rosy face and a trace of fluttering skirt. She is timid and charming.

The old man wiped it carefully with his hands, closed his eyes and his face was full of memories, and he sighed sadly: "I would like to take the sun from the universe, if freedom does not let out its brilliance..."

He murmured repeatedly in a low voice. Some of his voices could still be heard clearly, while others were muffled and could not be heard clearly.

Lu Dongjie watched for a long time, still not daring to be careless, and landed lightly along the wall, using the cabinet to cover his figure, and quietly approached the thin figure.

Suddenly, a dark shadow quickly passed in front of the old man's eyes, instantly startling him who was stuck in his memories.

"Who?" The old man was suddenly startled. He stood up and shouted sharply. He turned his right hand inside his clothes and found a handful of short cats in his hand. When he took a closer look, it turned out to be one of his own black cats catching mice.

It turned out to be a false alarm. Thinking of this, he couldn't help but shake his head and said mockingly: "Oh, I look really old."

"Hmph, you are a thief if you are old and do not die." A sudden snort came out in the darkness.

Uncle Qiu was stunned, and just as he was about to turn around, a cold light flashed out and hit his right hand quickly. With a "click", the short guy fell to the ground.

Uncle Qiu was so frightened that he ignored the pain in his right hand and hurriedly wanted to bend down and reach out to pick it up.

"Whoosh!" A cold light reappeared, directly piercing the short weapon, nailing it to the ground with a buzzing sound, which frightened him so much that he dared not move.

"I advise you not to struggle in vain, otherwise you will die faster." Lu Dongjie stood in the dark and said quietly, his voice was as eerie and terrifying as the devil who seduces people and kills them.

A layer of cold sweat suddenly broke out on Uncle Qiu's forehead. He slowly looked up and saw Lu Dongjie emerging from the darkness and looking at him coldly.

Uncle Qiu covered his injured right hand and looked at him secretly, not daring to move rashly.

"Since I can come here, you should know what I want from you?" Lu Dongjie glanced at him coldly.

"I don't understand what you mean?" Uncle Qiu could not help but tremble, but he still pretended to be calm and answered Lu Dongjie.

"I can't care about your disputes with them, but you shouldn't have tied my people here." Lu Dongjie smiled and his tone seemed to become more agreeable.

"I don't understand who you are talking about you and them, are you looking for the wrong person?" Uncle Qiu couldn't help but tense up after hearing this, the muscles on his face couldn't help but tremble, and he didn't dare to move his hands.

"Where are the structural diagram and key of the secret room underground? Hand it over." Lu Dongjie Shiran approached him and stretched out his palm.

"What kind of secret room and key... there is no..." Uncle Qiu stumbled back half a step in a panic, his back pressed against the table and motionless.

"I think you are a smart man. I don't want to talk nonsense with you, and there is no need for you to delay." Lu Dongjie stared at him with a cold expression.

"I...I really don't know what you are talking about..." Uncle Qiu's pupils shrank, and he hesitated in reply.

"Well, since you have taken the thallium scale and become determined, I have no choice but to choose the second way of questioning." Lu Dongjie suddenly showed a smile.

He turned around and squatted down, reached out and slowly pulled out the flying knife stuck on the ground, held it in his hand, and played with it.

Uncle Qiu's eyes suddenly widened, looking at the sharp weapon in Lu Dongjie's hand, he was so nervous that he couldn't make a sound.

He secretly glanced at the cabinet next to him, bit his lip, and uttered a sentence with a trembling voice: "I...I really don't know...you...what do you want to do..."

"You are not an old fool, but a stubborn old man." Lu Dongjie lightly brushed the front of the flying knife with his fingers, emitting a dazzling cold light.

At this time, Uncle Qiu, while Lu Dongjie was carrying him and was not paying attention, suddenly reached out and quickly opened the drawer, preparing to take out a short knife.

But Lu Dongjie's hands and feet were much faster than him. In the blink of an eye, his body flashed, his left hand reached out, and he squeezed Uncle Qiu's wrist like an iron plier. The cold light of his right hand was close to his neck and throat in an instant.

at.

"Looking for death, if you don't eat the toast, you will have to drink wine as a penalty." Lu Dongjie shook his head slightly and said coldly.

At this time, Uncle Qiu's wrists were in constant pain, and the cold feeling coming from his neck made him so nervous that all the hairs on his body stood up.

Fortunately, he had received professional training and his mouth was not as tough as usual. The veins on his forehead popped out and he was sweating like rain. He gritted his teeth and endured it without making a sound.

"You're a duck, don't you?" Lu Dongjie said with a stern look on his face, the sharp blade in his hand getting closer.

Uncle Qiu felt that his whole body was frozen, and a thin red mark had been cut on his throat. If Uncle Qiu dared to struggle and move at all, his throat would be cut horizontally at any time, and blood would flow like a fountain on the spot.

Death to hell.

"Do you know that in this world, as long as a person is human, he always has weaknesses and destiny?" Lu Dongjie suddenly chuckled and pushed Uncle Qiu away.

Uncle Qiu secretly breathed a sigh of relief and suddenly looked at Lu Dongjie blankly.

Lu Dongjie picked up the photo on the table, looked at it, and said calmly without any emotion: "This is the school on the Cross Hill. You know it is not difficult for me to find this woman."

Uncle Qiu's face changed drastically in an instant, as if all the strength in his body had been drained out of him. He leaned against the wall and spoke weakly and vaguely. It took him a long time to say: "I said..."

After Uncle Qiu finished speaking, Lu Dongjie silently approached him behind him in the blink of an eye, slashed the main artery in his neck with his knife, and fell unconscious.

At this time, in the underground passage, there was a burst of desperate pleading, intermittent, and repeated.

"Go away, don't come over here, go away..." Student Guan Guan relied on his last vague consciousness to struggle back and prevent them from getting close to him.

In a secret room deep underground, Fei Bo and Ashin looked at the two little lambs lying on the bed waiting to be slaughtered, with smiles on their faces.

"Zizz...crack..." There was a sudden harsh sound.
Chapter completed!