At this moment, in the alley behind the Da Sanyuan Tea House, Qiao Zhendong was holding his bleeding shoulder, listening to the goings on around him while running.
At the corner of the alley, there was a bicycle parked against the wall.
Qiao Zhendong looked around, pulled out a specially marked half brick, stuffed the Browning pistol into it, and then sealed it with the brick as it was.
After doing all this, he took a breath for a while, took out a key from his arms, bent down and unlocked the bicycle.
When unlocking the door, force was applied to his shoulder, which pulled the wound. Qiao Zhendong gasped in pain.
The accidental injury made him still frightened. If Xiaojun hadn't sacrificed his life to save him, he might have died on the street.
In fact, Qiao Zhendong was not sure what happened to Xiaojun. At that time, his mind went blank. Driven by fear, he only wanted to escape from the scene as soon as possible.
Go out of the alley and cross a road. Not far ahead is No. 811 Petain Apartments, which is also the Oriental EMI Record Company.
Today is the day when the great singer Zhou Xuan releases her film. Since it is a public holiday, many student fans will come to support her.
Petain Apartments is located at an intersection. If you want to leave Petain Road as quickly as possible, walking this way is the best choice, and you don't have to worry about meeting the police on the same road.
According to the original plan, Qiao Zhendong only needs to mix among the students. When the time comes, someone will secretly help him, and he can pass the level smoothly.
Unfortunately, the plan did not change quickly. His gunshot wound was too conspicuous. The blood had soaked through his clothes. He was the focus of attention wherever he went.
"Hey, what can I do..." Looking at the wound on his shoulder, Qiao Zhendong frowned.
If you want to leave Petain Road smoothly, you must at least find a place to bandage the wound.
"Inspector, the blood is not dry yet, he must be hiding nearby!"
"Hurry, hurry, chase!"
"Come here! Surround this area for me and search from house to house!"
"Old Wang, take people over there! You guys follow me!"
Accompanied by the messy footsteps, the policemen chased him along the bloodstains on the ground.
Qiao Zhendong couldn't help but secretly complain, if he was caught by the patrol, he would probably die in prison for the rest of his life.
Then I thought again, now that this is the case, I have no way out!
As the saying goes, it is a blessing, not a curse, but a curse cannot be avoided! It is also good to try your luck!
He gritted his teeth and rode his bicycle to Petain's apartment. On the way, he met several pedestrians and saw the blood on his shoulders. They all hurriedly dodge.
Seeing this situation, Qiao Zhendong felt a little relieved, but at the same time he also had a strange idea. He looked like a villain and was majestic...
Ahead is No. 811, Petain Apartment. As expected, a group of students gathered in front of the door. Many of them were holding newly purchased records and were anxiously waiting for Zhou Xuan to come out and sign autographs.
When he saw the checkpoint at the intersection, Qiao Zhendong suddenly felt a chill in his heart.
More than a dozen armed patrol officers meticulously inspected passing vehicles and pedestrians, especially the shoulders of adult men.
When Qiao Zhendong was in a dilemma, a man wearing a peaked cap walked past him and whispered: "If you want to live, come with me!"
As he spoke, he quickly walked into a nearby alley.
Qiao Zhendong's heart moved, and he hurried over and asked in a low voice: "Who are you? Why do you want to save me?"
The man in the peaked hat kept silent, walked around and came to a courtyard door, knocked on the door with his hand, and said: "Third brother, open the door, I'm back."
The courtyard door creaked open, and the man in the peaked hat turned around and said to Qiao Zhendong: "Don't push the bicycle in, you come in."
Qiao Zhendong placed his bicycle against the wall and followed the man in the peaked hat into the yard.
The man named Lao San was about 27 or 28 years old. He had thick eyebrows, big eyes and a dark red face. He looked like a dock worker or a street coolie.
The man in the peaked hat stopped and said to Qiao Zhendong: "Don't ask anything, just take off your clothes and hurry up!"
Qiao Zhendong had no choice but to act as he was told. When he took off his clothes, his wound was involved, and he couldn't help but frown.
The man in the peaked hat smiled and said: "A hero who has the courage to assassinate Liang Hongzhi is still afraid of pain?"
"It's purely an instinctive reaction." Qiao Zhendong smiled bitterly.
"Little brother, what is an instinctive reaction?" the third child asked from the side.
The man in the peaked hat urged: "Go to work quickly. If the patrol finds this place, it will cause trouble for others."
Without saying a word, the red-faced man put the blood-stained clothes into a paper bag, came out of the yard, pushed his bicycle and walked quickly in the opposite direction.
"Why doesn't he ride a bicycle?" Qiao Zhendong couldn't help but ask.
"He can walk all the way back and wipe off the blood on the ground without being noticed..." The man in the peaked hat pushed the door open and entered the house, saying: "Come in."
This house is a new-style stone warehouse. There is a main room at the entrance, with an area of about 10 square meters. The two main rooms are connected to the kitchen at the back.
There are two wing rooms on the east and west, and on the left is a wooden staircase that leads to the attic above. The light in the room is not good, making it appear cramped and dim.
The man in the peaked hat opened the cupboard door, and with a very awkward sideways posture, he reached out and groped inside for a while, and then pulled out a small medicine box that looked shabby.
He put the medicine box on the table and said to himself: "It should be a penetrating injury, right? Don't look at the little Japanese bastard box that sometimes works well, but the penetrating power of the bullet is still strong..."
"What, penetrating injury?" Qiao Zhendong looked confused when he heard this.
The man in the peaked hat glanced at him: "You don't even understand this?"
Qiao Zhendong shook his head.
The man in the peaked cap asked again: "Are the gunshot wounds on your shoulder two holes in the front and back?"
"No, there is only one hole in front." Qiao Zhendong said firmly.
"That's a bit troublesome..."
"Brother, what's your surname?"
"Just call me Lao Long, that's what they all call me anyway."
"Then, what do you do?"
"You ask me, how did I know...Take off your shirt and sit over here."
Lao Long turned on the light above his head, pulled a chair over and motioned for Qiao Zhendong to sit under the light.
Old Long opened the small medicine box and took out two medicine bottles, including alcohol lamps, cotton wool, gauze, bandages, etc.
After checking Qiao Zhendong's injuries, Old Long said with a click of his tongue: "Little brother, you are very lucky."
"How is that good?" "If the bullet had gone up a little, the shoulder blade would have been destroyed, and your arm would have been destroyed as well. It would have been worse if it had gone down, and you wouldn't have been able to survive. Anyway, I can't cure it here."
Listening to Old Long's tone, the injury didn't seem serious. Qiao Zhendong breathed a sigh of relief and said, "Brother Long, are you a doctor?"
"If I were a doctor, I would have asked the patient's family to beat him to death. Are you wondering why the patient didn't beat me? That's because he asked me to beat him to death!" Lao Long laughed without warning.
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Qiao Zhendong murmured in his heart, why does this old dragon look a little nervous? He himself said that he is not a doctor, so what on earth does he want to do?
Old Long suddenly stopped smiling and said seriously: "Okay, no more joking, now I'm going to treat your injury. You have to be patient. We don't have anesthetic, so it might hurt a little."
He lit the alcohol lamp, pulled out a sharp dagger from his trouser leg, roasted it in the blue flame for a while, and said to himself: "Is it almost done?"