Hua Ting took a rickshaw all the way to the entrance of Jiyun Theater.
There was a water sign posted at the door of the theater, which read in big letters that tonight's play was a gathering of heroes.
There were not many people entering the theater at this time, and there was no ticket office as expected.
Instead, just give the money to the people at the door.
Just as Hua Ting was about to take out her purse, a man who looked like a foreman wearing a black cloth gown had already trotted over.
He nodded and hunched over and said to her with a smile: "Miss Bai is so interested in coming to our Jiyun Theater today."
"Follow me" "You know me?"
Hua Ting felt slightly uncomfortable with the foreman's enthusiasm.
The foreman straightened up, smiled and let her in, "Of course, who in Shanghai doesn't know Miss Bai?"
He said and led her to the private room on the second floor, "Miss Bai, go this way, I'll give you the best private room position, Bai Miss, do you want to drink Biluochun or Pu'er?
We also have new preserved fruits here.
I bought some Wenpu some days ago, and the taste is not bad."
The foreman talked a lot, Hua Ting reluctantly responded: "No, let's go to Pu'er."
After entering the box and looking down, I realized that Jiyun Theater is an old-style theater.
The so-called boxes on both sides are a corridor, separated by mahogany window bars and covered with curtains.
The lobby below is basically a teahouse, facing the stage.
There are several Eight Immortals tables lined up, with three chairs on each table.
There is a theater waiter passing hand towels, tea and water, and snacks to the audience who have already sat down.
The next few rows are long stools, arranged very closely, first come first served.
It is completely different from the layout of Juxintang Tea House.
Hua Ting leaned against the gauntlet and looked around, feeling a little fresh.
At this time, the play on the stage had already begun, but it was not the main play.
Several children who were not yet tall enough were dressing up as soldiers and fighting.
Somersault while doing some hollow flips.
"Did Miss Bai come alone or with Mr.
Jian?"
The foreman stood by the door with a smile and seemed to have no intention of leaving.
"one person."
"Then what show does Miss Bai want to watch?
Tonight we have Third Sister Yang Complaining, A Long Way Away, and Sons and Daughters of Heroes."
Hua Ting interrupted: "Mu Guiying is in command."
She glanced at the audience downstairs.
They were eating melon seeds and laughing loudly.
No one was focusing on the stage.
"The downstairs is not full yet.
We have to wait until it is full."
It’s only starting now” "No, as long as Miss Bai says when it will start, it will start at that time."
Hua listens and wants to laugh, this glorious title of "Miss Bai" is thanks to the gangster Bai Qihong.
Hua Ting took a bite of peanuts and said impatiently, "Then let's wait until the downstairs is full before we start."
"Okay."
Before leaving, he didn't forget to look back and confirm, "What Miss Bai wants to see is Mu Guiying taking charge, right?"
"Yeah."
Suddenly I missed the inspector very much.
“Okay” It was fifteen minutes later when the downstairs was full.
A clear and sweet male voice sounded from the stage downstairs.
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Hua Ting poked her head out curiously.
This time her angle was just right, and she could see a short man wearing a moon-white brocade gown standing on the stage.
With a pink face and lively eyes, she was playing with a silver gun in her hand.
When she turned her head slightly, Hua Ting was reminded of the young Teacher Lu during the day.
If you look closely, it's really him.
It seems that men during the Republic of China were really versatile.
Looking at the scene of singing, reciting, and beating on the stage, although Hua Ting's ability to understand now was not very clear, she had a strong feeling for this scene of Mu Guiying taking charge for no reason.
Perhaps it was because she was too influenced by it.
Grandpa's influence, once Mu Guiying took charge, had left an emotional bond in her heart that was difficult to break away from.
The young Chinese language teacher's performance of Mu Guiying in command won thunderous applause.
The difference between Jiyun Theater and Juxintang Tea House is that its night show is not only about singing and opera, but also more anticipated song and dance shows, so the majority of the audience downstairs are men.
After two scenes, a woman with a delicate face slowly stepped into the center of the stage on a pair of slender high heels.
She wore a fashionable Aisi hairstyle and a snow-blue silk satin cheongsam, with a pair of tender lotus roots looming in the cheongsam.
Her name is Hino Koko, a Japanese military intelligence worker who is ruthless and inhumane in her work.
She has repeatedly abused her power and tortured several members to death.
Hino Koko has a peach-shaped face, watery eyes, and a sweet singing voice that can make a man's bones melt.
She is a beauty that makes men's eyes light up when they see her.
She has a body that should be concave and convex, and a soft waist.
Like no bones, it sways with a natural gracefulness.
Not only is she beautiful, she also has a particularly alluring charm.
No matter how she frowns or smiles, whether she walks or sits, she is full of charm.
A woman who is both beautiful and charming is the most captivating and captivating woman.
This is also the main reason why Hino Koko is able to successfully complete the task every time.
Tables full of male audience members rushed to ogle her, hoping to get one more look from her; Hua Ting sat in the private room on the second floor and sneered slightly, her left hand facing the gap in the hollow carved window.
Slowly raising it, the muzzle of the revolver was pointed at Hinoko's temple downstairs.
Hino Koko is truly talented.
First she took a pipa from the girl on the side, gently stroked the silk strings, slowly raised her lips, and sang an ode to joy that suited the occasion.
Then she sang a few fashionable ditties with a graceful voice.
The sound is like a warbler on the branches, drawing applause and cheers.
It's a pity that her head will explode in the next second.
The atmosphere was rising everywhere.
Hua Ting pressed the trigger without hesitation, but the shot went blank.
She froze on the spot, she was out of bullets.
After exiting, the wheel turned to the left.
The magazine was empty, not a single bullet.
Why did the bullets run out at this critical moment?
Hua Ting slapped her forehead hard, and after all calculations, why did she not calculate that there were not enough bullets?
It was her fault for being careless and not checking the number of bullets in advance.
It was a good thing, but the mission could not be completed.
Seeing Hino Koko on the stage taking a perfect curtain call amidst thunderous applause, Hua Ting was so anxious that her teeth itched, but she was helpless with an empty gun.
The moment Hinoko was about to step off the stage, there was a "bang" gunshot, and the graceful figure on the side of the stage fell to the ground without warning, and blood spurted out from the back of her head.
The audience was stunned for two seconds and did not react at all.
Hua Ting quickly opened the private room door and walked towards the penultimate private room at the end of the corridor.
If her judgment was correct, the bullet penetrated directly from the back of Hinoko's head to the center of her eyebrows from that direction.
Taking advantage of the chaos in the crowd, Hua Ting simply didn't bother to knock on the door and pushed open the door of this private room with one hand.
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Beside the dark brown solid wood round table, a man wearing a khaki long coat was slowly blowing the tea in the cup with his head lowered.
The steaming mist surrounded the depths of his eyebrows, giving off an indescribable and unrestrained energy.
"Old Jiang" Hua Ting breathed a sigh of relief.
Old Jiang took two sips of Biluochun in the cup, stood up and took out the gray short hat on the table next to him, straightened his two wide cuffs, and said in a low voice, "Let's go."
After passing through the crowded crowd downstairs, Hua Ting followed Lao Jiang to the depths of an alley.
It was very dark, but through the moonlight, she could still vaguely distinguish the changes in the expression on the other person's face.
Hua Ting looked a little excited, and the light in her eyes kept flickering, "Old Jiang, why are you here?
I almost messed up this mission."
Lao Jiang's face was calm, and a pair of dark eyes swept back and forth on her face, "You are the mysterious person with amazing marksmanship who was recommended out of love."
Hua Ting felt a little vain in her heart, raised her head and said, "Yes."
"The mission of Chongyang University is yours"
"yes" "Why didn't you shoot just now?"
"Well, I was negligent, the gun was out of bullets."
Thinking about it now, I still feel extremely guilty.
Lao Jiang burst out laughing and held his forehead with one hand, "Child's play is too much."
Hua Ting laughed at herself: "I know, I almost messed up this mission.
If it weren't for you, I don't know how it would have ended."
"In the future, please don't interfere in any affairs related to our organization."
Lao Jiang suddenly said with a serious face, "This time is an exception.
Jane has already violated the organization's regulations."
"Then let me join," Hua Ting interrupted loudly.
"What" "Let me," Hua Ting paused, emphasizing the last syllable, "join you."
Lao Jiang didn't like her very much, and the temperature between his brows turned cold, "You are not suitable."
"Why?"
Hua Ting frowned.
Lao Jiang's tone was slightly reproachful, but also revealed a bit of coldness, "At present, your temperament is indeed not suitable for this job.
Miss Bai should just be your Mrs.
Jian obediently.
Please don't do it again in the future." meddle in any affairs of our organization.”
After Lao Jiang finished speaking, he left without giving her any room to refute.
Hua Ting bit her lip and wisely stopped following.
The gun was unloaded, which was indeed the lowest mistake she ever made, and it was during the execution of a mission.
If there was no Lao Jiang at that moment, wouldn't it mean that Jian Yi failed in this mission?
However, there is no such thing as "if" when any agent is performing a mission.
To be continued n130418: