Murder and cooking, torture and washing dishes, drinking wine after fighting, playing strings after the trial, planting flowers and plants, carving and painting, he can repair wood or steel to make a flower, he can also take a few glass test tubes, and then go to ordinary stores to buy some common chemicals, he can drum up drugs of high purity.
Such people will not starve to death.
If you are a spy, you must be the best spy, and if you hold ACW, you must be the best sniper on the battlefield, if you retire from the army and go to the mixed literary circle, you must be the most popular star, to write a book, and your work will definitely be ranked first on the ticket list, even if you go to be a duck, you must be the most expensive and best duck in the Federation.
This is Shi Qinghai, Shi Gongzi, a guy from a poor but extremely noble background.
According to the usual idea, people like Shi Gongzi should live a happy and happy life that ordinary people can't imagine, but in fact, since he was studying, his life has been forced into the night, and the loneliness of hiding and walking without anyone is actually not very comfortable.
Why did he choose this path, he mentioned some in the long letter to Xu Le back then, because of his dead parents, because of the failed lawsuit, and because of some other reasons.
The most handsome men in the literary circle are always found to be in love with the same surname in the end, because it is too easy for them to find beautiful women, and it is easy to get a little tired.
Life always needs some challenges to the surname, so finding the same surname to love this kind of thing that still challenges many people's concepts has naturally become a point of yearning for them subconsciously, and that's it.
In the same way, people who can easily live to happiness and freedom, and who can easily obtain material security, often do not attach much importance to material things, but pay more attention to spiritual pursuits.
You must know that there have always been two kinds of people in the revolutionary ranks: those who have nothing and those who have too much.
Shi Qinghai, a handsome revolutionary, has been secretly investigating, especially after Xu Le was banished from the capital star circle, he silently provoked this matter.
Although he has no feelings for the Xilin Zhong family, he is very interested in those black hands behind the scenes, and since the chubby teacher committed suicide by breaking the window of the HTD bureau, this interest has always been strong and has never been light, unless those guys are caught or killed.
After Du Shaoqing and his Iron Seventh Division returned to the capital star circle, he began to carefully carry out intelligence gathering work on the periphery, I don't know when he walked in the streets and alleys in a hooded windbreaker, he always felt as if there were eyes from behind, staring at him without any emotion.
Shi Qinghai understands that this is an occupational disease, as an intelligence officer, when he grasps more and more secrets and gets closer and closer to the truth, the more he feels that he may be killed at any time, and maybe no one has discovered him, but this kind of tension can easily make people have illusions, and even hallucinate in the end.
So he stepped up his aerobic exercise and lactic acid intake to reduce his anxiety level, but it was a pity that the sour soy milk downstairs of the apartment he rented recently didn't taste very good.
Picking up the thin sour soy milk with a metal spoon, muttering something in a low voice unhappily, Shi Qinghai, who was wearing a tight sports vest, looked at his figure reflected on the computer light screen, and couldn't help but be startled, thinking about how he looked more and more like an old woman who couldn't get married In order to avoid seeing the sissy man on the light curtain with a turban, a tight sweatshirt, and a yogurt, he turned on the computer as fast as he could, and looked at the results on the light curtain, and he put down the yogurt bottle in his hand in a daze.
After a night of non-stop cracking, the compatible assembly workbench finally opened the file.
Shi Qinghai pulled a few tissues to wipe off the yogurt on his lips, quickly sat down in the chair, took out a cigarette and lit it, and then put the cigarette case on the table.
Looking at the eye-catching emblem at the head of the file, Shi Qinghai's eyebrows frowned, and he subconsciously glanced down at the cigarette case, for many years, he was used to smoking this brand of cigarettes, and the first cigarette handed to Xu Le through the iron door was also this brand, and there were three clear 7 characters painted on the cigarette box.
The emblem on the computer light screen file is three clear 1 words.
Trinity Society.
For the more than 10 billion citizens of the Federation, the best secondary school in the Federation is the High School Attached to Capital University, the most difficult institution of higher learning in the constitutional calendar is the First Military Academy, where countless talented people and top elites gather.
If a student can graduate with the first place in the high school attached to the capital, and then enter the first military academy with the first place, and then graduate from the military academy with the first place a few years later, then he can enter the legendary Trinity Association.
Compared with the clubs in the famous schools in Linhai Prefecture, the history of the Trinity Association is not very long, but such strict and even somewhat frightening admission conditions give it a mysterious coat.
Up to now, there are only a dozen members of the Federal Trinity Association, and most of them are quite old and have taken up quite important positions.
Many people in the military know that Du Shaoqing, a famous contemporary general, is a member of the Trinity Association, but few people know that Federal Vice President Byron and Chairman of the Joint Council of the Federal Staff Li Zaidao are old members of the Trinity Association.
Shi Qinghai is no stranger to the term Trinity Association, because he himself is Liao Liao Keshu and is qualified to enter the Trinity Association, but because he was going to Qinglong Mountain to receive special training, he and the mysterious invitation letter passed by side by side, and too many things happened in his later life, and he never came into contact with this organization.
The list of members of the Trinity Association, if someone is interested in checking it, it is not a difficult thing, in fact, if Xu Le had not given the exact time of those meetings, Shi Qinghai would not have been able to associate the dark forces in the Federation with this association.
Looking at the list of words that flashed quickly on the light curtain, Shi Qinghai frowned, smoked a cigarette, and was silent without saying a word.
It can be seen from the archives that the number of gatherings of the members of the Trinity Association over the years is very small, and it coincides with the time and place of the three so-called class reunions provided by Xu Le.
What this means "Back then, you had to absorb the master into the organization, is it so difficult for the master to investigate the case now?"
Shi Qinghai sipped a cigarette in his mouth, slurred, and complained about the Trinity Association on the light curtain, his fingers tapping quickly on the keyboard, shifting his focus from the stolen conference itinerary to the relevant redundant documents.
In the second year of high school, he had already been admitted to the three major districts to jointly issue a certified public accountant, and he only needed to hold a certificate of academic qualifications to legally make false accounts, and finally because he hated the bastard rules of the apprentice for a year, he did not embark on the criminal road of using numbers to deceive the rich people of the Federation, but with solid relevant knowledge, it is really simple to find clues from the uncomplicated financial accounts of the Trinity Association.
From a bill with an office bill, Shi Qinghai began to dig deeper.
Rubbing his hands together with some excitement, he sat down in front of another compound computing workstation and began to hack into the electronic systems of the bank.
Because the bill storage service is not the object of first-level protection in the electronic system security system, Shi Qinghai, who was collectively trained by the military academy, the Federal Bureau of Investigation, and the Qinglongshan Army, did not take long to find the answer he needed.
Since the 61st year of the Constitutional Era, some people have rented two rooms for a long time in an apartment building opposite the Capital Special Administrative Region building.
This address, Shi Qinghai had heard from the middle-aged man who liked to wear gray sweaters under Medellin.
He froze, whistled softly, extinguished the cigarette, pulled the magnetic storage tray from the handle of his chair, inserted it into the workbench, and connected to the FBI's secondary surveillance network He had been away from the FBI for years, but in fact, never really left.
The federal central computer under the Chartist needed to protect its citizens, and the FBI, a political axe department, never seemed to care about that, so he was able to find out a lot of things.
The apartment building was across the street from the Department of Defense building, and the training center was across the street.
Thinking that after the Linhai Prefecture Gymnasium incident that year, more than a dozen young officers of the Second Military Region committed suicide in this center, Shi Qinghai's eyes narrowed, staring at the video materials on the light curtain like an eagle, calm but as if he could be killed at any time.
The second-level surveillance camera on the street quietly shows the image of the door of the apartment building, the girl in red passing by in the spring, the curling leaves falling in the autumn, the handsome officer of the Ministry of Defense with the cheating secretary, and the drooping citizen falling in the snow on crutches.
The assassination in Linhai Prefecture took place at the New Year's concert in the sixty-eighth year of the Xian calendar, so Shi Qinghai put the time in the sixty-seventh year of the Xian calendar, and chose to jump in randomly at twelve times the speed, but even so, it was still played for a long, long time before he saw the middle-aged man in the gray sweater.
"See you again, your children are doing well."
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Shi Qinghai pressed the pause, looked at the guy he had killed by bloody means, rubbed his sour eyes, and then continued to search.
For the whole night, he sat in front of the computer light screen, watching the materials, not tired, not irritable, calm and meticulous, without missing the slightest.
It wasn't until the light began to rise outside the window that he finally saw the officer walking out of the apartment building with his military trench collar and shoulders bent, and the man's hair was faintly visible from the corner of his military hat.
Shi Qinghai's pupils shrank, lit a cigarette, took two puffs in his mouth.
Following the footsteps of the officer, Shi Qinghai quickly selected the interval in the video database, as if he had gone back to a few years ago, using probes all over the streets and alleys to follow the officer's pace again, very fortunately, he did not get lost, and followed the officer to get in the car, get off the subway, climb up the hill, and then return to an inconspicuous house somewhere.
For the whole afternoon, no one came out of the house, except that in the evening, a black-haired officer quietly walked out the back door.
Enlarged the picture and sharpened it, Shi Qinghai patted his face that was numb due to lack of rest, squinted at that face, and greeted with a smile: "Ximen Jin, hello." ” To be continued: