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In the scorching summer, I finally looked forward to some shade.
Just after noon that day, sporadic light rain began to fall.
It sprinkled like salt spray from the dark gray sky, rolled onto the translucent leaves, and was shaken off again after a while.
Hua Ting, holding a dark-colored umbrella, was accompanying Mrs.
Bai at a famous fabric shop on Nanjing Road in Jing'an District to select the curtains that must be replaced every three months for the Bai Mansion.
Because there were so many people in the store, Hua Ting was feeling very hot, and she was too lazy to squeeze in with the chattering women, so she stood outside the door with an umbrella and waited.
The waiting was boring, so I bought a newspaper from the newsboy and read it.
I saw the three words "Bai Hua Ting" appeared in the headline section of the newspaper.
Paramount created the little singer Bai Hua Ting.
She stood in the center of the stage wearing a shirt and trousers, her eyebrows were raised, and she was extremely confident.
The content was quite interesting.
She was so absorbed in reading it that she forgot to hold an umbrella.
She stood in the thick rain curtain and read both sides of the newspaper carefully.
She could no longer find it.
There was no report about Chen Shu; she didn't know whether it was disappointment or something else.
Hua Ting folded the newspaper and inserted it into the left pocket of her pants without any interest.
However, she accidentally touched a hand-sized hand in the pocket.
Hard objects.
She carries the silver revolver given by Chen Shu with her almost every day.
Until the rain stopped, Mrs.
Bai didn't show any sign of coming out.
Hua Ting found it boring and prepared to walk on this street by herself.
Unexpectedly, she turned around and saw a familiar tall figure suddenly appear in this second. broke into sight.
Even on a sultry summer afternoon, Chen Shu was wearing a crisp suit with a light-colored shirt, black trousers wrapping his extraordinarily slender legs, and his jacket hanging casually on his arms; he hung his neck slightly, wearing it.
The umbrella held by the person next to him fell into Hua Ting's line of sight with a worried look on his face.
His brows had not relaxed since the moment he got off the car, but the moment he met Hua Ting's gaze, he suddenly stopped.
Hua Ting composed herself and looked at him without moving her eyebrows.
Chen Shu's eyes were surging, as if he had thousands of words stuck in his throat but he didn't know where to start.
He even opened the corners of his lips slightly, but in the end he didn't say anything.
He raised his feet and hurriedly walked into the luxurious golden building in front of him.
Western-style restaurant.
Hua Ting finally loosened her grip on the silver revolver in her pocket.
There was nothing in her hands, and her heart felt as empty as if she had lost something.
She was not sad, it just felt like it was hollowed out.
Her heart was like a closed and empty room, and even her weak breathing could be heard echoing.
Is there anything surprising?
In an era like this, everyone has the right to choose the path they want to take.
You just need to know how to weigh the choices you make.
Thinking like this, Hua Ting put away the emotion that was like a broken love with a light smile.
She turned her head slightly and saw Chen Chen in the second window of the cafe facing her.
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Shutong, a Japanese official in a grass-green military uniform, was holding several documents in his hand.
He was discussing something seriously with his head lowered; judging from the shape of his mouth, the Japanese officer opposite him was working hard to express the meaning of his words in a mixed Chinese and Japanese way, and even added too many body movements, while the Japanese officer opposite him Chen Shu nodded frequently and kept nodding.
It was probably about arms.
Hua Ting knew that Cai Bingrong's arms business had always had dealings with the Japanese, and now that it was in Chen Shu's hands, he naturally wanted to continue it.
Hua Ting had a sarcastic smile on her face, and she happened to be caught by an accidental sideways glance from Chen Shu outside the window.
A tall building stood across the road, with gray wall tiles and cyan roofs rising high into the clear sky that was starting to shine slightly after the summer rain.
Hua Ting squinted her eyes, stood up straight, opened her mouth, and took a deep breath of fresh air after the rain.
When I opened it, I was keenly aware of a fleeting faint reflection from the corner of a window on the opposite floor.
At first she didn't care, and took steps to go to the cloth art shop to find Mrs.
Bai, but suddenly she remembered that when she was in the shooting club, a senior instructor gave her a realistic acting class; the main content of this acting class was to teach No matter where they are, how can they cleverly detect it prematurely and escape in the shortest time while being targeted by countless sniper rifles on the opposite floor?
Hua Ting hoped that the faint light just now was just her illusion, so she looked up at the window on the fifth floor opposite.
The sun had just emerged from the clouds.
The curtains on the window on the 5th floor opposite were closed, but how could there be reflection?
At the moment when Hua Ting thought that it was indeed her own eyesight that had caused an illusion, the corner of the curtain on the 5th floor opposite Then an extremely small light flashed at extremely high speed.
Reflective lenses for sniper scopes Hua Ting's eyes widened.
She stared at the window on the fifth floor opposite.
After the reflection was once again confirmed by the naked eye, she quickly made the following judgments in her mind.
The Jianguo Hotel opposite is facing the cafe where Chen Shu is sitting, and this cafe only has two floors.
Judging from the reflected light on the opposite side, his target is the first and second floors of this cafe.
The window seats in the first three rows of the building include where Chen Shu is sitting now.
Did that person want to shoot Chen Shu or other people in the cafe?
Or maybe it's the Japanese official Thinking of this, Hua Ting ran as fast as possible towards the main entrance of the magnificent Jianguo Hotel opposite.
Due to her rapid pace, the cars on the road stopped their wheels in time while passing her. ; In just a few seconds, the entire street whistled continuously, causing all the surrounding people to look curiously towards the center of the road.
In Room 513 on the 5th floor of the Jianguo Hotel, the air was quiet.
Through the gap in the curtains of the arched foreign window, you could see the bustling street below.
The girl in the middle of the road seemed to have noticed something.
She just said it more than once She raised her head and looked in this direction.
At this moment, she was running this way with a look on her face.
She must have noticed something.
There was a small hole in the lower right corner of the window, just enough for the muzzle of the gun to poke out.
Hessensen's gun was locked on the second window on the first floor of the cafe 100 meters away across the street.
Chen Shutong, the Japanese officer, turned his head curiously and looked at the girl in the white shirt who was recklessly walking in the middle of the road.
This would be better.
He moved his stiff neck and caught a glimpse of a huge spider web on the window railing.
It was woven so finely that it trembled slightly in the silent air.
He squinted his eyes slightly, and his eyes were like nails stuck between the eyebrows of the man in the second window.
He was more than a hundred meters away.
He could completely imagine that as long as he moved his finger and pulled the trigger, the gun would go off.
In an instant, the man opposite him will fall down on the exquisite marble floor of the cafe.
A loud "bang" sound Hua Ting, who had already run to the gate of Jianguo Hotel, turned around in horror.
The second window of the cafe opposite burst, and the Japanese official in a grass-green military uniform was shot in the head and fell on the marble floor of the cafe in an extremely tragic posture.
For a moment, the cafe was in chaos.
She didn't stop and continued running into the lobby of Jianguo Hotel.
There were people coming and going in the lobby on the first floor of Jianguo Hotel, and Hua Ting's movements really attracted a few pairs of curious eyes.
She was thinking that after a person commits a crime in a special place, he usually chooses to abandon the elevator and take the stairs, or continue to stay in his room unharmed; but the latter is less likely, because the deceased is a government official at a glance.
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Once a government official is assassinated, several excellent shooting spots nearby will be forcibly blocked in the shortest possible time, so the murderer will usually choose to leave as soon as possible after committing the crime.
While Hua Ting was thinking this, her footsteps were already heading towards the marble stairs on the side of the hotel.
She suddenly had a strong premonition that the unknown sniper who shot the Japanese official this time should be the same person who shot the Japanese official last time at the Juxintang Tea House.
She trotted upstairs and climbed the four flights of stairs at a speed of four steps and two steps at a time.
She looked up while panting, and saw a figure she was all too familiar with walking down the marble stairs at a brisk pace.
He whistled, put his hands in his pockets, and wore a light-colored suit that complemented his noble and elegant temperament, always without any sense of disobedience.
Hua Ting stopped.
He slowed down his pace, and faced Hua Ting who was five steps away with a solemn expression, but he was smiling with a refreshing look on his face.
"Sister Hua."
She said in her usual nondescript tone.
"What are you doing here?"
The tip of Hua Ting's nose was covered with fine beads of sweat.
She had only exercised for a few minutes, but she was already covered in sweat.
"Play."
He smiled yuppiely.
"What are you playing for?"
Is it caused by the violent exercise just now or the confusion at the moment?
Hua Ting felt that her heartbeat was speeding up for no reason.
"My friends are playing cards upstairs.
Why is Sister Hua's hands itchy again?"
The tone was normal, but I didn't feel anything was wrong.
"Then why did you come down again?"
Hua Ting asked step by step.
"I'm tired of playing, I can't even think about going home."
Jian Yi jumped up one step at a time, only one step away from her, lowered his head slightly, with a romantic and elegant look on his face, "On the contrary, you are a girl. , what are you doing here at the hotel?”
"Did you hear the gunshot just now?"
Hua Ting's brows were furrowed.
"Gunshot" Jian Yi shook his head, "The music was played too loudly in the room, maybe I didn't hear it."
"Didn't hear it" "You said gunshots, did something happen?"
Jian Yi was extremely cooperative and suppressed the smile in his eyes.
Hua Ting looked at his flawless face, tried hard to calm down the chaotic thoughts in her heart, secretly clenched her hands, and looked at him again.
It couldn't be such a coincidence that Jian Yi was at the location of both incidents.
Her intuition told her that the probability of coincidence was too low.
So it can't be such a coincidence "Jian Yi," she raised one eyebrow and a slow smile spread from the corner of her mouth, "who are you?"
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