The thin man wearing glasses said something more and left in a hurry. Before leaving, he put on his hat and sunglasses and looked around, looking very cautious.
There was only a door between them, and An Cheng thought that he must have heard everything that should be heard.
With his eyebrows lowered, he reached out and knocked on the door, "Zi Heng, are you okay?"
There was no reply, so he had to push the door open and enter. There was a sofa in the small compartment. Lin Ziheng was sitting on the sofa smoking, with five or six cigarette butts already stacked in the ashtray in front of him.
In these short ten minutes, he thought about a lot, some things, some people. He kept throwing those ideas and speculations around, but in the end he couldn't figure out the real clue.
"I know you don't believe it now, but the truth is like this." An Cheng walked over, picked up a cigarette and lit it, "I reminded you, Lu Sheng will not let you go abroad easily, you know
He has too many things going on and you are a ticking time bomb for him."
"He's not that kind of person."
Having been comrades for several years, crawling in and out of the same trench, he knew Lu Sheng better than anyone else in the Ghost Army. However, these years of estrangement and misunderstanding have made the distance between their former friends farther and farther.
, it was almost at the end of the road in the end, but he was still willing to believe in Lu Sheng, believing that he would not do such a thing that violated morality and loyalty.
An Cheng sighed, "You are still protecting him, but he has frozen your assets despite your trust. He wants you to have nothing. The man who came just now is an old classmate of mine who is one of my own.
What you say will never be false.”
"I want to find out if it's true or not." Lin Ziheng put out the cigarette butt in his hand, "Except for myself, I don't believe the truth told by anyone."
As soon as Lin Ziheng entered the elevator, he saw the sneaky Xia Yue. She came to find out information for Luo Xi. Unfortunately, the two men were locked in the office talking, and there was a secretary guarding outside. What useful information did she have at the end?
He didn't even get it, but now Lin Ziheng bumped into him, which was so embarrassing.
She smiled forcefully, quickly looked away, and pretended to wait for the elevator.
"You are..." Lin Ziheng quickly searched in his mind, "Luo Xi's friend's name is Xia Yue, right?"
Xia Yue didn't expect that he would still remember her, so she smiled politely and said, "Hello."
"You work here?"
"Well, I work in the comics editorial department, and Luo Xi is the artist in charge of me."
At this time, the elevator came, and Lin Ziheng was very gentlemanly and let her go first, while he blocked the elevator door with his hand.
Xia Yue had always had a good impression of him. If it weren't for Lu Sheng, she would have encouraged Luo Xi to agree to Lin Ziheng's pursuit. However, Lu Sheng was already good enough that no one else would have the slightest chance to interfere.
The elevator was very quiet, with only the hum of the elevator going down. Xia Yue thought for a while and asked boldly: "Mr. Lin and Mr. An are good friends?"
Lin Ziheng nodded.
"Will you come here to chat with Mr. An?"
"No, it's a personal matter."
Xia Yue said oh, knowing that she couldn't continue to ask questions. It would be too abrupt and would arouse Lin Ziheng's resentment. She was just thinking of coming up with something to say when Lin Ziheng's phone suddenly rang. He said
Say "sorry" and answer the phone.
In the quiet space, the voice on the phone also leaked out, "Mr. Lin Ziheng, your immigration application has been rejected because of your account problem, please..."
Before he finished speaking, Lin Ziheng hung up the phone angrily, so that was all Xia Yue could hear.
Seeing that he was in a bad mood, Xia Yue stopped talking to him. After arriving at her floor, she politely left. Lin Ziheng just smiled and returned to his cold expression.
It seemed that he had indeed encountered a difficult situation.
As soon as Lin Ziheng came downstairs, he found the thin man. He seemed to be waiting for someone and kept looking at his watch.
Soon, the person he was waiting for arrived, and the two left with their arms around each other, talking and laughing.
Lin Ziheng hurriedly jumped into the car and followed closely.
The two went to a restaurant. They seemed to be regular customers, and the manager directed them to a private room on the second floor.
Lin Ziheng gave the manager a small tip and chose the private room next to them.
There is only a wooden screen between the two houses, so you can clearly hear the conversation next door.
After the food was served, they started drinking. After drinking for three rounds, the thin man said: "Did you know that there used to be a company called Lin's in City A?"
"I know, it's one of the best in the construction industry."
"I am responsible for this information. Their boss suddenly wanted to immigrate. As a result, he got into a lot of trouble due to asset issues and even got involved with people from the military. I think there is no hope for immigration. It would be good if he didn't get into the bureau...
.”
"I've heard about this too."
Lin Ziheng frowned, suddenly stood up and kicked open their door.
The thin man felt a black shadow flash before his eyes, and he was pulled by his collar and pressed against the wall, with his feet off the ground.
The man next to him wanted to help, but Lin Ziheng picked up a table knife on the table and threw it over. The bright knife flew past the man's head and stuck straight into the hanging oil painting.
The man's face was ashen and he collapsed on the ground.
Lin Ziheng pinched the thin man's neck, his eyes were as cold as Satan, "I want to hear the truth, who is behind the scenes?"
"I don't know, I really don't know." The thin man turned pale with fright, "I only know that they call him Lu Shuai."
"Really?" Lin Ziheng suddenly smiled coldly, picked up a table knife again, "Do you dare to promise me that you are telling the truth? No one instigated you?"
The thin man was trembling all over, staring nervously at the knife in his hand.
"Okay." Lin Ziheng held the knife and stabbed the thin man in the throat while he screamed. It was too late and then he heard him yell, "Even if you stab me to death, I only know
I'm not lying about this. That day, I saw our leader sending him out with my own eyes. If you don't believe me, ask him. He was also there at the time."
The knife was only an inch away from his throat. It seemed that what he said was not false.
The man who was slumped on the ground also nodded, "Yes, he is right. People from the army have indeed been to our place. I also heard what they were talking about, Marshal Lu."
Lin Ziheng slowly let go of his hand, and the thin man plopped down on the ground, looking at him with horrified eyes.
"If you don't want to die, don't make any noise about what happened today." He dropped the words, turned around and walked away in a stride.
As soon as Lin Ziheng walked away, the thin man's phone rang. He tremblingly ran to the bathroom and picked it up, "He's gone. As you expected, he has been following me."
"Yes, I didn't say anything. Everything was done according to your instructions. Please don't hurt my wife and son."
"It doesn't matter even if he traces our unit. The person you found to pretend to be Lu Shuai's subordinate has no flaws. Almost everyone in our department has seen it and heard the name "Lu Shuai". I think he