"District Chief Meng, this is a box stolen by Gen Laoliu's men. Take a look."

The box was opened.

Meng Shaoyuan looked at it.

Above is a change of clothes and some daily necessities.

Nothing unusual?

"When we first stole this box, there were some US dollars and Japanese yen in it." Zhao Yunhui reported: "I asked Gen Laoliu to keep these, but we also found something like this in the box."

That's a photo.

There was a couple sitting in the middle, the woman was wearing a kimono, and the man was wearing the military uniform of a Japanese major general.

Behind them, two young men, a man and a woman, stood.

All are wearing kimonos.

Good guy, this looks like the family of a general.

"Who is the owner of this box?" Meng Shaoyuan asked immediately.

"I don't know." Zhao Yun shook his head: "Gen Laoliu's people mainly pick those who come to Shanghai from other places. But according to my recollection, the owners of the box are also a young man, and they look like a couple."

Meng Shaoyuan thought for a moment: "Take a few people with you and try to find them for me."

"yes!"

As soon as Zhao Yun left, Wu Jingyi walked in: "Two No. 76 were captured at Jing'an Temple, and Ross has already started interrogating them personally."

"Tell Ross to make a solid confession." Meng Shaoyuan smiled: "I guess Li Shiqun will definitely get involved in such a thing."

Then, he frowned and said, "No, I have to go to Ross's place in person."

"Okay, I'll make arrangements now."

…

Tang Zihuan put away the Chongzhen edition of "Jin Ping Mei" in his hand and called for a rickshaw.

He is Meng Shaoyuan's dead man, and his only mission in Shanghai is to die for Meng Shaoyuan when Meng Shaoyuan needs him most.

But now, he has other tasks to do.

"Boss, where are you going?"

"New guest lane."

"Oh, boss, what are you doing there? It's full of thieves' bones."

"It's okay, just go there."

…

Tang Zihuan got off the rickshaw and paid the fare.

From the moment he got off the rickshaw, there were countless pairs of eyes staring at him.

Tang Zihuan wrapped most of his face with a scarf, still holding the "Jin Ping Mei" in his hand.

He stopped a person: "Hello, I'm looking for Gen Laoliu."

"Who are you? I don't recognize you." The other party immediately became wary.

Tang Zihuan said very calmly: "I am his benefactor."

"benefactor?"

"Really." Tang Zihuan said very seriously: "My great benefactor, I know you must be a Gen Laoliu person. Please tell me. You see, what can I do if I am alone? Otherwise, I will give you a gift first.

You search me."

That man really searched Tang Zihuan's body carefully.

There was nothing but half a pack of cigarettes and a pack of matches.

"Wait here and don't wander around. I won't be responsible for anything that happens."

…

Tang Zihuan finally met Gen Laoliu.

There were dozens of his disciples and grandsons in the whole alley. Where he lived, it was just him and two of his men.

He is not afraid of the police either. Whenever a strange face appears, his apprentice will quickly report it to him.

"Who are you? My benefactor?" Gen Laoliu looked at the uninvited guest in front of him: "Take off the scarf for me. I want to see what my benefactor looks like."

"I'm afraid of the cold."

Tang Zihuan sighed: "I have been weak since I was a child and cannot blow the wind. Mr. Liu, you are on the flat ground in Shanghai. When the wind stops, you look for targets. When the wind stops, you take the opportunity to pickpocket. I

Is that correct?"

"The Tao is quite familiar."

"Yes, Mr. Six, I'm here to ask you something. Our young master and young mistress came to Shanghai for the first time, and your apprentice took notice of it. One box was missing. It doesn't matter what else is there, but there is only one special photo.

They are precious, I want you to return them."

"Photo? What photo?"

As soon as Gen Lao Liu finished speaking, his subordinates on the side immediately came closer and whispered a few words. Only then did Gen Lao Liu understand what was going on: "What's going on? There is such a thing, but why should I return it to you? I said

Take off your scarf and let me see who you are. My benefactor? Damn it, I really know you."

"You dare not disobey Master Six's orders."

Tang Zihuan finally took off his scarf.

A pretty face, fair and fair.

The problem is, Gen Laoliu has never seen this face before?

"How come I don't remember seeing you?"

"But you must have seen it." Tang Zihuan raised the book in his hand: "Sixth Master, let me show you what's inside."

"Don't come close!" Gen Laoliu's men stopped him.

"Master Liu, you must know the saying that books have their own houses of gold. In ancient times, people who went to Beijing to take exams would put gold leaves in books to prevent them from being stolen. Who would steal books?

."

This is also true.

Gen Laoliu waved his hand: "Let him come over."

Damn it, what's there to be afraid of for a fair-skinned guy who looks like a scholar carrying a book?

"Sixth Master, look, this is it."

Tang Zihuan opened the book and turned to one of the pages.

Gen Laoliu's two men also came over curiously.

Suddenly, Tang Zihuan's hand waved rapidly several times.

The two men covered their throats, making inarticulate sounds, and streams of blood flowed out from between their fingers.

A shaving blade was in Tang Zihuan's hand.

He quickly pointed the blade at Gen Lao Liu's throat: "Master Liu, where is the box?"

"Dong, dong" sounded twice, and the two bodies fell to the ground.

Gen Laoliu was so frightened that his face turned pale: "It's not with me. It's not with me. It's left to the military commander."

"That would be troublesome."

Tang Zihuan sighed: "I'm worried that if that photo falls into Meng Shaoyuan's hands, he will find out who our master is."

"Let me go, let me go, I'll compensate you, I'll compensate you, I'll compensate you ten times!" Gen Laoliu's face turned pale.

"I don't want money, I want photos." Tang Zihuan sighed: "Sixth Master, I am really your benefactor."

"No, you are the master, you are the master."

"Listen to me, Master Six." Tang Zihuan said slowly: "I originally wanted to kill all your disciples and grandchildren from the alley, but I thought about it again, Meng Shaoyuan still needs them.

Just spare his life for the time being. Hey, Master sent me to Shanghai, but I really don’t want to come. I came to Shanghai prepared to die for Meng Shaoyuan.”

After speaking, his hand shook slightly.

Gen Laoliu, like his men, covered his neck in fear.

Tang Zihuan put the blade back into the book and covered most of his face with a scarf: "Sixth Master, I'm sorry, who told you to see clearly who I am?"

These were the last words Gen Laoliu heard in this world.

Tang Zihuan walked out of the yard, not forgetting to close the door for Gen Laoliu. When he saw the pickpocket who brought him in, he nodded to him:
Chapter completed!