Simazi took the twenty yuan handed over by Wu Xiaoqi, carefully packed it up, and took two sweet potatoes from the bowl, burst into tears and laughed: "Brother Qi, when I have a job, I will pay you back the money. I will take half of the sweet potatoes, and I know you haven't had dinner either."

"Take it all, I've really had dinner. Uncle Wu brought me a few steamed buns." Wu Xiaoqi grabbed Simazi who was about to leave, and could even stuff him the two sweet potatoes left in the sea porcelain bowl.

"Go back quickly, the aunt is still waiting for you at home." Seeing that Simazi was unwilling to accept it, Wu Xiaoqi pulled him up from the bed, comforting him and pushing him out.

"Brother Seven..." Simazi's voice was a little choked.

"Master, don't cry all day long." Wu Xiaoqi showed a bit of masculinity at this time. He completely forgot that he was scared to pee his pants last night. He completely forgot that in front of Sister Ping, he was no better than Simazi now.

Wu Xiaoqi's words played some role. Simazi wiped away the tears on her face with her sleeve and walked out slowly for a few steps. But after walking a few steps, he seemed to suddenly think of something, and hurried back, saying with a cautious look: "Brother Qi, did you go to work last night?"

"I'm here." Wu Xiaoqi couldn't figure out what his good friend sold in the gourd, so he nodded in confusion.

"Then have you heard of shooting?"

"Yeah!" Simazi's words immediately made Wu Xiaoqi's mind the scene of last night emerge, such as Sister Ping in black, the Japanese soldier with a bayonet, the miserable bullet, the embarrassment of hesitating his pants, and of course the gun that was thrown into his dung bucket. Of course, he could not tell these things, even if it was his best friend and best partner, because he had promised Sister Ping that this was the secret of the two of them.

"Brother Qi, do you know what happened to the gun last night?" Simazi was a little mysterious at this moment. He put a few sweet potatoes in his hand back into the sea porcelain bowl, returned to the door and looked around, turned around and closed the door tightly before continuing: "Last night, Gong Da, the president of the city chamber of commerce, was killed in the head."

"Really?" Wu Xiaoqi's face was full of excitement. He grabbed Simazi's shoulders and asked again: "Really?"

"It's true that the front of the Gong family's door is covered with white cloth today, and a mourning hall is also being built in the yard." Like Wu Xiaoqi, Simazi was also very excited, as if she was revenge.

"This dog traitor should have died long ago!" Wu Xiaoqi said viciously: "It's really the heaven has eyes, and evil people will be punished in the end."

"When I passed by their street today, I saw many detective teams' dog legs near his house, and there were a few Japanese soldiers in front of the Gong family." Simazi had no fixed livelihood, so he could only go to the market every day to try his luck to see if he could get some odd jobs. The Gong family is near the market, and it is the richest family in the city. His family has many shops. Although his wages are deducted and his reputation is very good, there are still many people waiting for the Gong family manager to come to recruit workers. The reason is very simple. Having a job can not only save a few meals for him, but also get a little.

A little reward, although the money is pitiful, it can help the family at least. There are many half-grown boys like Wu Xiaoqi and Simazi in the provincial capital. As the saying goes, if a half-grown boy can get rid of his own food and clothing, it is undoubtedly not the best thing for these poor families struggling on the hunger line. Simazi is even more so. Although he has a lot of hatred for the Gong family, he still appears on time like Dimao every day, so he is very clear about the Gong family if there is any disturbance or something happening in the city.

"Traitors, traitors, and blood-sucking insects will end sooner or later." Wu Xiaoqi was indignant. He was also exploited by the Gong family. The early death of his parents had a lot to do with the Gong family, so when he heard the news that Simazi said, he felt very happy, just like a big revenge was avenged.

"Brother Seven, guess how Gong Da's head died." Simazi said mysteriously.

"No matter how he died, such a villain died one day, and the people's life would be better."

"Gong Da's head was killed by the Iron Blood Elimination Group." Simazi smiled all over his face, and he continued: "Brother Seventh, the gunshots last night were related to killing Gong Da's head. I heard that the Japanese had been busy for the middle of the night, but they didn't even see the shadow of the hero of the Iron Blood Elimination Group."

Wu Xiaoqi was shocked. He had not yet linked what happened last night with Gong Da's head's death at all. Only when Simazi said this would he be shocked immediately.

The reason why he was shocked was that he heard a very important news from Simazi's words, that is, the Iron Blood Anti-Traits Group!

If it is really as he thought, if it is really as Simazi said, then Sister Ping is a member of the Iron Blood Anti-Traitor Group.

Wu Xiaoqi had long heard of the Iron Blood Anti-Traits Group. In the more than a year since the Japanese occupied the provincial capital, there were more than a dozen traitors who died under the heroes. Each of them was killed was an unforgivable person with hands stained with the blood of the people. The Japanese military police in the city, as well as the Imperial Army and the traitor's detective team, have always regarded the Iron Blood Anti-Traits Group as thorns in their eyes. In order to catch them, the Japanese not only implemented a curfew system in the city, but also searched several times in the city. He still remembered it very clearly, and it was also said from Simazi's mouth. A few months ago, the Japanese finally captured a person from the Iron Blood Anti-Traits Group, and then bit out a bunch of people, causing almost all the Iron Blood Anti-Traits Group, which was regarded as a heavenly soldier and general by the people, and never heard of the Iron Blood Anti-Traits Group coming out for activities in the following months.

Wu Xiaoqi was very smart. He immediately thought that Sister Ping lived in this residential area, and it was the matter after the Iron Blood Anti-Traitor Group was led by the Iron Blood Anti-Traitor Group. This undoubtedly made him more sure that Sister Ping was a member of the Iron Blood Anti-Traitor Group.

"Brother Qi, how many people do you think there are in this iron-blooded anti-traitor group? Why are they all so capable?"

Simazi continued to talk, but Wu Xiaoqi didn't listen to a word. His mind was now full of Sister Ping, the Iron Blood Anti-Traitor Group, and the entire city of the Japanese.

"Brother Seven?Brother Seven?"

Simazi found his absent-mindedness and called him twice.

"Xiao Si, go back first. I have something to go out." Wu Xiaoqi came out of his thoughts, but he was still full of worry. He wanted to see Sister Ping, and the main thing was to "remind" her because he knew that the day seemed calm during the day, but when the curfew started at night, the large-scale search was about to begin. The Japanese did this every time, although Wu Xiaoqi did not understand the reason why the Japanese did this.

"Brother Qi, I haven't finished speaking yet. Listen to me..."

"Xiao Si, bring the food back quickly. If you don't go home, the aunt will worry about you."
Chapter completed!